Pet's ID Tag:Seven
Name You'd Choose for It:Devon
Gender:Male
Reason You Want It:For months now I've been debating with myself over adopting Devon. You see, my slots for adopting are running out, and I only wanted to adopt him if I knew that I would use him. These last few weeks I've been getting ideas for another book, and I realized just a few days ago that devon would fit the role perfectly. I will provide Devon with his own website, and an abundance of art. After being up for adoption for so long, I think that it's time for him to shine in the limelight. I'll be able to put my knowledge of America's past to work in this story, and I think that I'll be able to teach people an important lesson with it. I thank you for this opportunity;I'm excited to finally take Devon to the place he deserves to be; among ink and paper.
History/Background/Other:Personality:Devon is extremely devoted to the people he lives with, and would do anything to defend them. He loves wide open spaces, and can't stand the confinement that the teepees and forests provide. Intelligent and prideful, Devon is a wonderful asset to the tribe. He insists on going hunting with the men, and loves playing with the children. One of the few things he fears is fire, and has an affinity for swimming and water.
History:Devon was born to two dogs who were owned by the Sioux tribe. From the moment he opened his eyes he viewed a young girl named Afrumity as his master. Devon learned to hunt from other dogs in the tribe, and was able to provide food for himself only a few after he was weaned from his mother. Though he was born with simple tan fur, Afrumity took time to paint a dark circle around one eye, and one of his legs red. Devon wore the paint with pride, believing that it truely signified his as a member of the tribe. Popular among the adults and chilren, Devon would be allowed to go swimming with them and sit beside them when they ate. For some reason, Devon always feared fire. Fire provided warmth and comfort during the cold months, yet Devon refused to be near the flames. No one really took notice except when they were laughing at the tall tan dog who would aways lay many, many feet away from the crackling flames. Devon fit in perfectly with the Native American's way of life, and was a happy, well-cared for dog. It was one night in May that that all changed.
The white men came quickly, charging into the camp on their tall horses. They shot the tribe's warriors, and set the teepees on fire. The ponies were let loose, and the looms were trampled. Those who were able to run escaped. Those who didn't died by gun or fire. Scared and confused, Devon ran from the chaos. By the time he slunk back the next morning, nothing was left but smoke. Alone with a heavy heart, Devon set out to find his master and tribe.
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The hoot of an owl pierced through the night air. Devon's head shot up at the noise, and he caustiously crept from his hiding place in a bed of ferns. It was his first night alone, and the first time in his life when the comforting voices of man were not there. Devon sniffed the air and looked around. His tribe was not there. He laid down again, but sleep would not come. he soon stood and padded forwards, knowing that his human family was already far away.
I'll find them. I need them, and I think they might need me...I hope you can see where the story would be going, I really like this idea. ^^
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.Indeed.