Username: Mockingbird
Kennel Number: Fourty-nine
Name: Percy
Gender: Male
Breed/Species: Wolf
Personality: {WIP}
Mistreated
Percy was treated like a fool before he escaped from training camp. The other dogs would terat him like a social outcast because he was a different species and had vision trouble. They underestimated him, snickered at him when they thought he couldn't hear them. "Percy's such a four-eyed loser." "Yeah. Look at those legs." "Weirdo!" They would whisper back and forth, mocking his errors which he was born with. Percy was socially deprived and couldn't do anything but tough it out.
Background/History:
"Percy, Percy!" Chet called his assistant to his side. "Go, go get 'im." Percy knew what to do. He charged at the alleged criminal, who was accused of assassinating the previous mayor. Percy's paws barely even touched the ground as he flew over the gravel that, with the scorching sunlight, nearly seared the wolf's paw pads. The dogs on his canine force has always made fun of him and this was his time, his moment to show them that he wasn't the fool they thought he was.
The criminal dashed to the right, to the left, the left again, dove behind cars, twisted, turned, all too much for Percy's bad eye sight. Now, there were two figures in front of him. Both tall, both tan, both with dark hair. They were blurry and deformed, another trick of Percy's eyes. Before he got a chance to figure things out, his glasses flew off. He yelped and searched around for them, found them lying soaked in a rain puddle. He nosed them around until they climbed up his long snout near his eyes. But they were cracked, he couldn't see barely anything.
He began to run again, legs pumping faster and faster. He couldn't tell either human apart. All he knew... one was his police partner, Chet, and one was the criminal, and he had to take a chance. So he did.
His front legs stopped and his back legs made him fly forward. He snagged his teeth like a grappling hook into a human's leg. The blood tasted terrible. Did he bite the right person? Percy's ears flicked as the human grunted. He knew that grumble. He didn't get the criminal; he just brought down his best friend.
The other police officer, Noah, and his Austrailian Sheperd, Killik, both came to Chet's side. Killik shot Percy an evil glare. The criminal dashed off to never be spotted again. Noah dialed up an ambulance. They loaded Chet, who was ushering out blood by the minute, onto a gourney and bumped along the highway, sirens blazing. Percy was dragged into a police car by another officer, gazing in the direction the ambulance dissapeared in.
Later, at the canine police force station, Percy was punished terribly. He was yelled at, nearly beaten, bit by the other dogs, and went without dinner. The next morning, they dragged him into a clinic. It smelled of sterilization and rubber gloves, and vaccination. Percy knew what was happening. They were going to have to put him down.
Percy panicked. He thrashed about, and the officers tried to hold him to the ground, but to no avail. Percy dug his canine teeth into one's hand and fled. Out of the clinic doors. Out of the entire building. Dirt flew as Percy thrashed his claws into the earth under the electric fence, which was luckily turned off during dawn. The raindrops began to fall.
Less than two minutes and Percy was at least a mile away. He panted and lied on the sidewalk in a furry, wet heap. Passerby glared in wonder at the weary wolf appearing to be dead on the street. Where would he go? He had no home, and his family was in the wilderness. He was in Seattle.
He rose to his paws and swiftly charged across the street. One mile. Two miles. Three, now. Off torwards a new life, a new beginning. He had no choice.
The sun rose higher and higher. Percy ran father and father North to his home: the Canadian wilderness.
Use: I was looking through the kennels, expecting to see nothing. I kept scrolling. Boring, boring, neon, sparkle dog, boring... Kennel Fourty-nine. I loved his art. I saw the glasses and I was a goner, immediately knew he was mine, all mine! He would be a perfect mate for Dusty, their dull colors together, and I don't have any depressed characters. This one... this one was perfect.
Other:
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