Username:
~Soundwave
Kennel Number:
#170
Name [of pet]:
Black Rock Shooter
Gender [of pet]:
Male
Breed/Species [of pet]:
His father was a jackal, his mother was a wolf.
Personality [of pet]:
Black Rock Shooter is an enigmatic wolf that often keeps to himself, and is very bitter. He doesn't like other people very much. His heart was broken as a pup when his mother died, so he was scarred from that experience. He doesn't take to strangers easily, and he often will do anything canine-ly possible to keep others away. He is bitter of other wolves, especially those from his own pack, and he hates puppies.
Black Rock Shooter is a very fast runner. He often will just get up and run off at random times. Combining that with his eagerness to stay away from others, people often mistake Black Rock Shooter for a coward. This, however, is most assuredly not the case. Black Rock Shooter is a very brave and strong wolf, who will willingly put his life on the line for the protection of others, even those that do not like him.
When Black Rock Shooter is in his element, he opens up and becomes a very different wolf. Although he remains quiet, he also seems to become..."lighter". He smiles a bit more, opens up, and will even willingly start a conversation. Although times like this are rare, when they happen, it is a very heart-warming experience. BRS loves to spend time alone, or with one close friend, and often will do something as simple as sunbathe to make his day complete.
Background/History [of pet]:
Black Rock Shooter watched as his peers played out in the open field, frolicking in the sunlight and tall, cool grass. Black Rock Shooter did not have so much luxury. He remained hidden in the thicket, his markings actually helping him to blend in. BRS could not blame his fellow pups for leaving him alone. He really couldn't. He was the bastard son. The illegitimate child of a wolf and a jackal! No one wanted to be seen with such a monstrosity, nor did the monster want to be seen amongst the pups. He had been outcasted, and there was no one to blame.
BRS did not hear his mother sneak up behind him, nor did he feel her as she nuzzled her only son on the head. BRS's mother, Silvana, had been a good mother. Being a beta wolf herself, Silvana tried hard to make sure her son got at least the barest of attention amongst the other pack members. At least enough to protect him.
"Black Rock Shooter?" BRS wincd as his name was spoken, before turning to acknowledge his mother.
"Yes, Dam?" BRS said, cocking his head to the side. Silvana smiled before nuzzling her son. Always so polite, even when he was below the omega wolves.
"Are you feeling well?" She asked, nudging his side gently until BRS fell onto his side and rolled onto his back. She sniffed him before snorting, a sign that allowed him to stand. Slowly, BRS stood and walked around so that he stood next to his mother.
"I feel fine, Dam. Why do you ask?" BRS asked coolly.
"Because you do not play with the other pups. Do they not allow you to play with them, Black Rock Shooter?" Silvana asked. BRS shuddered. His mother always insisted on using his full name. It was a name based off of his father's, White Stone Gunner. While White Stone Gunner was long gone, he inadvertently lived on in Black Rock Shooter.
"I do not wish to play with them mother, as I am not of them," BRS said curtly. Silvana sighed and pressed her head against her only pup's chest. Silvana could hear it. Black Rock Shooter's heartbeat. Sounding the same as her own, and her alpha's, and her dead mates.... All one heart beat, but her son had to suffer the injustice of being cast aside by the pack due to his father's species.
"Black Rock Shooter? Would you like to go running for a bit?" Silvana asked softly. BRS's eyes lit up as he nodded. Silvana smiled.
"Then come. The grasslands await you."
BRS turned on his back paws and darted through the forest at a speed only he could reach. His long legs flexed powerfully as he leapt over fallen trees and ducked under low branches. Finally, he reached the Field. The Field was a place that few dared to venture to. Man often hunted in the Field, and none wanted to get killed by Man. It was a dishonorable death. However, BRS was far to fast to get caught by a Man. Scrunching his body and narrowing his eyes, BRS leapt into the Field.
For hours Black Rock Shooter ran, breathing in the air of the freshly dewed grass, still wet from the rains the night before. His muscles tensed and released with each breathtaking bound. It was so freeing, so lovely. This was BRS in his element. This was his place. His home. He loved it here.
The sound of lightening cracking made BRS freeze in place. That sound..... It had resonated from the glade where his pupmates had been playing! BRS turned around and quickly reached top speed, leaping over rocks and ducking under trees once he reached the forest. BRS's breathing was coming out in short, painful gasps, mist curling from his nose as the temperature dropped. Clouds were rolling in.
The entire pack was curled in a circle in the center of the glade. The alpha was standing on a rock in the center of the group, head bowed in deep respect. Black Rock Shooter neared the group with a bowed head and tucked tail. The alpha regarded him with a sad look.
"It is with great sadness that I must say. Your mother. She is with Our Spirit mother now. She died trying to protect the Pups from Man."
Black Rock Shooter felt his heart stop. His mother.....No. Slowly, painfully, BRS walked forward, his paws hurting from the jagged rocks that stuck up from the ground. The sound of metal clicking against his paws made BRS pause for a moment. He looked down. A strange, circular, metal object glinted in the last of the sunlight, before the clouds overtook the sky and rain began to pour down. BRS was not stupid. He knew what the object was. A bullet. It was bloody. Bloody with his mother's lifeblood. BRS felt sick.
Slowly, BRS swallowed the bile that had formed in his throat and walked through the circle of wolves to where his mother lay. Dead. He nudged her body sadly, "Dam?" he whispered weakly. She didn't respond. She didn't even move. BRS swallowed hard and curled up around her lifeless frame, trying desperately to keep the lifeless form warm from the icy rain. The alpha of the pack leapt down deftly from the rock he had been sitting on.
"I am very sorry, BRS," He whispered, his old voice ringing clearly even through the rain.
"Black. Rock. Shooter," BRS deadpanned bitterly. The Alpha looked surprised. In all of BRS's life, all he had wanted was to be called by his nickname. Now he wanted his real name?
"My mother named me Black Rock Shooter. That is my name. You will not defile it with a short form," BRS snarled. The alpha backed away slowly, as did the rest of the pack. They could see the Outcast mourning. They did not attempt to interfere.
"As you wish. We shall leave you," The alpha said, bowing his head before turning and stalking off. One of the pups lingered behind.
"Your mother saved me," he whispered.
"My mother died because of you," BRS snarled back. The pup turned tail and ran off. BRS was left alone with his thoughts, the rain, and his Mother's body.
Black Rock Shooter raised his head to the clouds, allowing the raindrops to mix with his tears.
"I have no one now. I am alone....."
Use [for pet]:
A character in my story, art, and if I am allowed, he might become one of my fursona's mates.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]: Poem:
Tears and Rain
Fall together
No one knows
Hurt stays forever
Pain will pass
But no time comes
When the mourning's over
You are not numb
Scars will fade
Wounds will heal
But when deaths come
We all must kneel
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