I may edit this post into a form if I don't win any that I've applied for :3 I'm gonna try :3
Username:
Jenn525
Name:
Cemal
means - Beauty
pronounced: JEH-maal
Gender:
Female
Personality:
She is very quiet and mischevious, she loves to play, but is very serious when hunting the Death's Door Mice. She is very lively, and loves to watch the sunset and sunrise. She has loads of energy, and will gladly run with her savior. She is also very social with other plague hounds and with people, however she is bonded most strongly with her savior.
History:
She was created around 15 years ago in a quiet lab. They raised her there for fourteen years, she learned quickly and effectivley, so they didn't have to keep her long before releasing her to be adopted by one of the people chosen as a savior.
Training
They worked hard and long, and everyday a new trainer came in to teach her, so she wouldn't get attached to one. Every day for fourteen years a new trainer came in, to teach her and prepare her for the world outside her temporary home. Everyday, the trainers would release Death's Door Mice into a little make-shift home, and she had to sniff them out and kill them before they bite one of the dolls that substituted as the people she would be living with later in her life. They gave her a treat when she found and killed all the mice, but they tried to avoid contact with her, for that could form a bond between them.
She worked hard to please them, they could be disagreeable sometimes, and may punish her for doing something wrong. She was rarely punished or left without a treat, for she learned very quickly how to stay on their good side.
This training lasted fourteen years before it was time to find a home.
Short Story:
Me? How could I be chosen out of the thousands of people? I wondered as I walked toward the center where me, along with about ten other people were going for the chance to have a plauge hound. I walked in the door and looked at a cage with a small slit in the door, where I saw the faint glow of a plauge hound's eyes. I sat there among the ten other people for about half an hour, just looking into the eyes that stared back out of the slit in the cage, when a young woman stepped out from behind a door. She looked at each of us, then at a clipboard, checking off what I guess to be our names, one at a time. Then she finnally spoke.
"You have been chosen for the chance to become a savior." She said, then paused, looking closely at us for a few moments. "The hound we have here today is a young female, so if you don't want her, then leave now." She said, her voice hard and cold, no-one dared move. "Good then, we shall continue. This female is one of our youngest hounds to be released in this lab, she is very bright, and strives off kindness and love." She said, then continued to talk to us about what we were to expect for nearly an hour. "Now I'll introduce you to the hound. This is hound sixteen." She said, then walked over to the cage and opened the door.
My heart lept into my throat as the plauge hound wearily stepped out, looking at each of us, then stepping forward, toward the person on the far end of the room. She slowly made her way around to each person, and eventually to me, and when our eyes met, she began to wag her tail, in a funny sort of way. She blinked twice, then sat down infront of me, placing her paw on my knee, she'd chosen me. I wanted to scream out my joy, but I didn't, I remainedfd calm and carefully pet the hound's head. She was a beauty, the prettiest thing I'd ever seen in my life, and she chose me! The trainer walked over to us, and clipped a collar and leash around the hound's neck, handing the leash to me, and I gladly accpeted. I looked at her collar, it had the name Cemal on it.
"It belonged to another hound once before, it means beauty." The woman said, smiling fondly at the collar.
"Then this hound shall have that name." I had replied quietly, and the woman smiled at me, nodding her head. It left then, taking the hound home, and tommorow we would start our training.
I've had the hound for about a year now, making her fifteen years old, and I hope we both live a long, happy life togather... But you know, things happen, and not always for the best.
Reason You Want It:
She is very beautiful, I adore the design on her <3 I've wanted one for awhile now, but I've had no luck yet :3 I just love the oppertunity to simply put a form in for this beauty ^^
Poem[since I can't draw...]: (From the hound's point of veiw.)
Toxins. Poisons. Death.
Three words,
All interlinked,
None are good.
Right?
Wrong.
Toxins are good.
They can kill the bad,
But they also kill the good.
So who's right?
Me of course.
Without them,
A plauge hound would be,
A dog with a funny mask,
With no purpose.
Poisons aren't all bad,
Just ask a plauge hound,
Hunting Death's Door Mice,
It'll tell ya the truth.
It poisons the mice,
Kills 'em dead.
So what, you don't agree?
Well to bad, pessimist.
Yeah, called you a pessimist,
What'cha gonna do?
Go play with some Death's Door Mice?
Didn't think so.
Moving on.
Death isn't the best,
But who's counting?
I'm not, so who cares?
Well, the mice care.
It's in their very name,
Death's Door Mouse.
But again I ask,
Who gives a care?
They need to die.
That's why we have,
Plague Hounds.
Sounds like they cause plague huh?
Well they don't.
Get it right.
They kill the cause of the plague.
So, three words,
Toxins, Poisons, Death.
Which is worse you ask?
None are to bad,
But all are terrible.
But your opinion means nothing,
For it won't help the rest of us,
To rid the world of the plague.
Pessimists.
I write free verse.
