I am looking to adopt...Picture:
Kennel number: 112
Name: Jule- a pretty name for a pretty filly, yes?
I am not her. I go by Cesium.
Breed: Grade
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I wanted to write this for so long ;A; what happens when man's best friend doesn't love him anymore? But it popped up in a different way than I had expected. Andddd it wrote itself, which is always fun.
I tend to like horse characters more than canine- not only do I love drawing equines, they need some love <3
Personality: Although she still has the mind of a young filly destined for nothing, her new body has made her sour. Instead of being grateful, she hates the man that did this to her.
[Intelligent: logic is cold and hard. And when you can, why not insert some extra brain matter? There's no use in leaving a job half done.
[Outcast: they know, the other horses. They know it's not natural- not what I am, not anymore. Maybe I don't either.
[Timid: although I'm strong enough to psychically protect myself, my mental capabilities still aren't top notch. I'm still a naive foal shoved inside a super horse shell- nothing changed that.
Likes:[Shadows: being silver in coat, I stick out like a sore thumb- a shiny coat that gleams with antioxidants and nutrients doesn't help that. The shadows lend me a piece of myself that can't surface in front of scared huffs and wide eyes from other horses.
[Alleyways: I'm thankful there's one near his house- it's not that I spy on him to make sure he's okay. I'm lucky there's one here at all- that's industrialization for you.
Dislikes: History/Background: Shadows slipped across the sleek bone and onto the debris filled patch of concrete. They scurried away from the creature- me-, away from the dim light and into the warm air where children were engaged in a game of tag, running and screaming with delight. The horses in the pasture next door watched with subtle interest, their bellies filled with sweet grass and pleasant summer days. A scrawny gelding that looked particularly old- judging by the lackluster of his coat- looked ready to colic from the copious amounts of grass he'd eaten.
But I needn't worry about colic. Or much else, for that matter. The immune system hidden deep behind the corded muscle had been souped up with extra bacteria, like one would stick an extra V8 into an old station wagon.
But that's what had been done.
His old heart couldn't take it. How could his companion of only four years slow to a stop? Her bones were brittle and her lungs undersized. Her swayback was made even worse by her mountain-like withers. Even though his asthma hit his old lungs harder every day, he still expected her to perform like a young filly.
Because she was.
For being so old, the man wasn't wise. His best friend was the product of backyard breeding; a novice mistake. She'd been born with so many faults, any top barn should have shipped her away. But he made up for it.
Oh, yes he did.
The old man had had plenty of time to perfect a method of manipulating old flesh and engineering new. Transferring a personality is much harder, though. And he never asked if I wanted this.
He doesn't even recognize me anymore.
Then again, I'm not his best friend anymore.
...all's fair in love and war, yes? This is war.
I am the mecenary for hire.
Art: I got this B|
Other: As always, I'm typing on an iPad xD wip. I'll make it pretty later o3o