by The Sky's The Limit » Wed Jun 23, 2010 2:06 am
Aaarggh, I've been on a one-week vacation without internet. *cough cough* Don't ever try it. I was anxious the whole time that the char I've wanted to try out for was adopted or something...
Pet's ID Tag: 38
Name You'd Choose for It: Arson Blaze (Arson for short)
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: Elemental, my Fursona, is single and lonely. She wants a mate and lovely foals of her own, but has no family or friends...(or a page, because she has no art yet).
History/Background/Other:
Part one: The Winner
The crowd ranted and raved at the staff of the arena. Every day, they came to see dog fights. And every day, the same dog defeated whichever unlucky victim was put in front of him. His name was The Shadow, and he had a reputation across the country. But now, the viewers wanted new. They wanted fresh. Not just the Shadow. The arena owners did not know what to do, or what to say. They only kept tossing hopeless dogs in the ring.
Arson looked around, well aware of another creature in the fight ring. Its eyes were heartless black pits of darkness, but he was not scared. He circled his opponent, claws digging into the hard ground. Suddenly, the black shadow pounced. Arson easily leaped over it as it was about to scratch him. The shadow creature, greatly annoyed, growled deeply and lost its self control. The Shadow always was the winner. But now, he was being beaten. Arson hastily backed up as the black figure confronted him, fangs extremely pointy and equally bloodthirsty. The crowd, sitting high above the arena, gasped. They knew no one had ever won against The Shadow, but the fiery red wolf was strong, handsome, and they wanted change. When Arson heard the encouragement of the crowd, he squared his shoulders, and got into the pouncing position. Shadow looked ready to sprint when pounced on. But Arson was not only a dog of skill, but a dog of smarts. He did not pounce. He darted forward and bit the creature on the neck before it could retaliate, and there it lay before him, helpless and limp. On second thought, though, Shadow had not been that bad. He had only wanted a life, and maybe some love. But his heart had grown heard under the agony of the fights.
Arson's bark repeated joyously back and forth, back and forth, echoing on the walls of the arena. The Shadow was defeated, and future generations of fight dogs would not have to suffer his wrath, and all die before him, even if they did have to suffer anyway. It would be better. Proudly, Arson lowered himself to a sitting position, and rested his head on his paws, eyes searching the faces of the cheering crowd above him. Each person was smiling, eyes blazing with happiness and hope. Arson had won; a change was coming.
Part Two: A Free Life
Searching around, Arson's blazing eyes darted back and forth. Suddenly, he spotted the prey -- a large, plump groundhog, waddling around in the dew-topped grass. Arson crouched, and pounced, remembering the day he had defeated the shadow. As he landed. The drops of dew jumped into the air, and the creature under Arson's strong paw fell limp. Lying down to enjoy the creature, Arson caught sight or another wolf. It loped across the field, green fur blending with the grass. When it looked up, its eyes widened as it saw Arson. "Will you hurt me?"
Arson smiled. "Of course not, kid. Come on, have some chow."
The green pup smiled and walked over. Arson noticed that it didn't step on its front left paw the whole time it walked.
Later, Arson learned that the pup, Cyan's mother had hurt her and kicked her out of the pack because she was born without ability to walk on that paw. Arson decided to care for her, and they spent the day together, hunting and resting in the shade. At sunset, the two wolves walked off together, eager to find a permanent home. The sun blazed over their backs, and now, Arson blended in, and Cyan stood out. Gently nudging the pup forward, they made their way to a new life of love and freedom.
Poem:
light shines down
on ashes, warm
the fire dies
but a new Blaze is born
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Does anyone think that was good? Or do I need to add more...?
Call me Sky c;
sailboats wish that they were stars
floating softly in the sky
among out dreams that bid goodbye
moving through transparent space
drifting through the stratosphere
and onward 'til they disappear
Adam Young