Username:
kyte
Name:
Carly;
The dog of many names…
Gender
'Tis a sweet little girl…
Species
Dog
As for what breed, nobody knows…
Kennel Number:
65
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
She is possibly one of the cutest dogs I have ever seen(pixel dog, of course), and she makes me smile.
But besides that, I would like to have her because whenever I see her, thoughts rush through my mind like a tornado, and I have a beautiful story idea for her.
If I do get her, then I will create her story on here for all to see, so that everyone can appreciate her and hear her story as thoroughly as I do in my mind.
I'm sure that everyone else could create a better reason of why they want it or what they will do with it, but reasoning has never been a strong suit of mine.
Personality:
{}Carly…
The poor little thing has gone through so much…
She never barks, hardly eats or plays…
Just sits there in her cage, bein' all quiet-like…{}
She was abused from the time that humans first found her, being smacked around for barking at the passing cars and growling at the kids that always tripped over her while she slept. Whenever she grabbed anything to play with the humans, they would kick her away and throw her outside. They never fed her; she lived off of small animals she found in the backyard she was always trapped in.
Because of this, she is quite shy, backing away from any contact with humans. Whenever they get close, she cowers down and tucks her tail between her legs, expecting the worst. And as for eating, she never trusts what the humans give her, although it may smell good and make her mouth water. She sleeps to try and rid herself of the continuous pain in her stomach, but it only works for a short period of time. And she never plays because she never goes near humans.
Carly is quiet; she is afraid that she will be hurt if she even dares to whimper. In her young mind, every yelp is a signal for another beating, as that was how she grew up.
Though she lacks words, everything can be seen in her eyes; every thought, every tear, every silent laugh, every snarl, every secret. She turns away whenever she sees you searching her eyes, and walks away with shaky paws.
History:
{}Born to the cold, darkness of the streets…
Forever bound to them and their Hell on Earth…
When will the chains break?{}
She was born to a stray, living a short part of her adolesence traveling from alleyway to alleyway, running from the dog-catchers and their horrid metal neck-rings. Her mother, Jewel, kept her alive by bringing Carly rats and pigeons, and while they were enough for the pup, Jewel simply could not survive on the small animals. She grew weak, and moving from alley to alley became a slow and difficult process. Yet Carly still trotted by her feet, smiling and laughing, lifting her spirits to the skies.
For 6 months this went on, and the pair had covered quite the distance in their running. They both knew they had come far, but Jewel refused to tell her only child where they were headed, save for the answer of "North." But she knew exactly where she was taking Carly; the woods of Canada. It would be hard for the pup to adjust to the bitter cold, but she would get used to it in time. After all, her father resided there, living in the forests.
They made it to Michigan. That close to their goal. Jewel stayed in the shadows, traveled at night, dove through whatever water she could find so that she had no scent. But it did no good; they found her anyway.
The sharp rings fell around their necks just as they were about to cross into Canada. Carly yelped, and Jewel rubbed her nose against the pup's head. The truck had the strong and unmistakable smell of fear-many dogs before them had been in it. They could see nothing once the doors were slammed shut, and their ears rang with the echo of the metal. Carly curled close to her mother, whimpering, tears rolling from her gentle eyes. Jewel licked her pup's head, telling her that everything would be alright.
The truck stopped at a large building, which had an even stronger scent of fear than the truck. The two were pulled roughly out onto the sharp rocks that covered the ground, and the men laughed when Jewel's nose scraped against the stones. And though the pain was unbearable, she stood, holding her head high with the dignity that Carly could only ever dream of having.
They were brought to an open cage, and thankfully were kept together. They had food and water, but the food was stale and the water had a film over the top. Carly scratched at the door, but Jewel stayed back. She sat, tilting her head back and letting a song roll through the air. The sound was so wolflike that it sent shivers down the spines of the men. But they just shook their heads and hurried away.
Not one week passed before people came. The two children rushed through the halls, pearing into every cage. When they got to Jewel and Carly, they shoved their arms through the bars and stretched their grubby fingers toward the pup, screaming something so shrill that it hurt hurt ears. She scrambled behind her mother, who had stood and was snarling at the children as if she rabies and would attack if they got too close to her baby. One of the men came and unlocked the door, and went straight to Carly. He grabbed her roughly by the scruff of her neck, and brought her out of the cage, locking it behind him. Jewel charged at the bars, throwing herself against them and trying to reach her daughter.
The man ignored her, handing the pup to the children. They pulled on her ears and yanked her tail, making Carly yelp. They laughed, and she shook violently, trying to escape their grasp. But they held on too tightly for her to move much, she she curled her head downward and bit their hands. They screamed out, dropping her as they rubbed their hands. She went straight to the cage where her mother still was, pawing at the bars while her mother screamed for her to run. She turned to dart away, but once again the hand swooped down and grabbed her scruff.
TBC…
(In MUCH greater detail.)
(If I get her, that is…)
Other:
I really appreciate the fact that you have given us the chance to adopt these amazing, unwanted characters. For those of us that need them, or just really want them, it is truly generous, and those of us that can no longer fulfill their needs, it is a wonderful way to find them loving homes.
Thank you for taking the time to read and consider my form.
Axolotl
kyte
Name:
Carly;
The dog of many names…
Gender
'Tis a sweet little girl…
Species
Dog
As for what breed, nobody knows…
Kennel Number:
65
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
She is possibly one of the cutest dogs I have ever seen(pixel dog, of course), and she makes me smile.
But besides that, I would like to have her because whenever I see her, thoughts rush through my mind like a tornado, and I have a beautiful story idea for her.
If I do get her, then I will create her story on here for all to see, so that everyone can appreciate her and hear her story as thoroughly as I do in my mind.
I'm sure that everyone else could create a better reason of why they want it or what they will do with it, but reasoning has never been a strong suit of mine.
Personality:
{}Carly…
The poor little thing has gone through so much…
She never barks, hardly eats or plays…
Just sits there in her cage, bein' all quiet-like…{}
She was abused from the time that humans first found her, being smacked around for barking at the passing cars and growling at the kids that always tripped over her while she slept. Whenever she grabbed anything to play with the humans, they would kick her away and throw her outside. They never fed her; she lived off of small animals she found in the backyard she was always trapped in.
Because of this, she is quite shy, backing away from any contact with humans. Whenever they get close, she cowers down and tucks her tail between her legs, expecting the worst. And as for eating, she never trusts what the humans give her, although it may smell good and make her mouth water. She sleeps to try and rid herself of the continuous pain in her stomach, but it only works for a short period of time. And she never plays because she never goes near humans.
Carly is quiet; she is afraid that she will be hurt if she even dares to whimper. In her young mind, every yelp is a signal for another beating, as that was how she grew up.
Though she lacks words, everything can be seen in her eyes; every thought, every tear, every silent laugh, every snarl, every secret. She turns away whenever she sees you searching her eyes, and walks away with shaky paws.
History:
{}Born to the cold, darkness of the streets…
Forever bound to them and their Hell on Earth…
When will the chains break?{}
She was born to a stray, living a short part of her adolesence traveling from alleyway to alleyway, running from the dog-catchers and their horrid metal neck-rings. Her mother, Jewel, kept her alive by bringing Carly rats and pigeons, and while they were enough for the pup, Jewel simply could not survive on the small animals. She grew weak, and moving from alley to alley became a slow and difficult process. Yet Carly still trotted by her feet, smiling and laughing, lifting her spirits to the skies.
For 6 months this went on, and the pair had covered quite the distance in their running. They both knew they had come far, but Jewel refused to tell her only child where they were headed, save for the answer of "North." But she knew exactly where she was taking Carly; the woods of Canada. It would be hard for the pup to adjust to the bitter cold, but she would get used to it in time. After all, her father resided there, living in the forests.
They made it to Michigan. That close to their goal. Jewel stayed in the shadows, traveled at night, dove through whatever water she could find so that she had no scent. But it did no good; they found her anyway.
The sharp rings fell around their necks just as they were about to cross into Canada. Carly yelped, and Jewel rubbed her nose against the pup's head. The truck had the strong and unmistakable smell of fear-many dogs before them had been in it. They could see nothing once the doors were slammed shut, and their ears rang with the echo of the metal. Carly curled close to her mother, whimpering, tears rolling from her gentle eyes. Jewel licked her pup's head, telling her that everything would be alright.
The truck stopped at a large building, which had an even stronger scent of fear than the truck. The two were pulled roughly out onto the sharp rocks that covered the ground, and the men laughed when Jewel's nose scraped against the stones. And though the pain was unbearable, she stood, holding her head high with the dignity that Carly could only ever dream of having.
They were brought to an open cage, and thankfully were kept together. They had food and water, but the food was stale and the water had a film over the top. Carly scratched at the door, but Jewel stayed back. She sat, tilting her head back and letting a song roll through the air. The sound was so wolflike that it sent shivers down the spines of the men. But they just shook their heads and hurried away.
Not one week passed before people came. The two children rushed through the halls, pearing into every cage. When they got to Jewel and Carly, they shoved their arms through the bars and stretched their grubby fingers toward the pup, screaming something so shrill that it hurt hurt ears. She scrambled behind her mother, who had stood and was snarling at the children as if she rabies and would attack if they got too close to her baby. One of the men came and unlocked the door, and went straight to Carly. He grabbed her roughly by the scruff of her neck, and brought her out of the cage, locking it behind him. Jewel charged at the bars, throwing herself against them and trying to reach her daughter.
The man ignored her, handing the pup to the children. They pulled on her ears and yanked her tail, making Carly yelp. They laughed, and she shook violently, trying to escape their grasp. But they held on too tightly for her to move much, she she curled her head downward and bit their hands. They screamed out, dropping her as they rubbed their hands. She went straight to the cage where her mother still was, pawing at the bars while her mother screamed for her to run. She turned to dart away, but once again the hand swooped down and grabbed her scruff.
TBC…
(In MUCH greater detail.)
(If I get her, that is…)
Other:
I really appreciate the fact that you have given us the chance to adopt these amazing, unwanted characters. For those of us that need them, or just really want them, it is truly generous, and those of us that can no longer fulfill their needs, it is a wonderful way to find them loving homes.
Thank you for taking the time to read and consider my form.
Axolotl
