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Post by Ємßєг§ on Dec 28, 2008 20:54:14 GMT -5
Name
Not that you care, but you may call me by the name of ||Serendipity||
Gender
An arrogant ||brute|| from birth
Breed
Pure bred ||Akbash|| and proud of it
Age
I have lived upon Earth’s soil for ||three long years||
Family
In the past, I may have once had a family, yet now they are ||no more||
History
Before I begin, I must say that it is really none of your concern of what I’ve done in my past, or, for that matter, my future is well. It is my business, and not another soul’s. What has been done is now over with, and we all might as well just put it behind us and move on. But ignoring this excruciatingly obvious point, here is the written record of my history.
As a pup, I never knew any of my family outside of my siblings. When I was finally able to have the sense to know what was going on, myself and my litter mates had been abandoned in a tall cardboard box, just outside of a large junkyard. Unwanted, obviously, yet I am still unable to imagine why anyone would turn a fine canine, such as myself, down.
Yet, the companionship of my siblings did not last long, for while they were able to climb out of the box, I could not. Now, I admit, at the time, I was weak, yet I assure you that now I could escape from any type of containment unit that I desired to break free from, but as I mere pup, I could not. And so we were then separated, and for the next week, I rotted in the box. I rotted until I thought I would die.
Only when Vira came to me, did I escape. She was beautiful, even when we were children. The only thing of her that shamed me was of the fact that rather than a pure bred, she was a mutt. But beautiful all the same. Out of pity, the Fae freed me from the box, fed me, and stayed with me until I grew strong enough, but by that time, we were inseparable friends.
Vira and I spent our lives with one another, and we were happy. When we fought, we were not alone, but we were one with each other, a bond which we assumed could never be broken. In fact, we thought that we would be with each other for our entire lives, but as you know, promises are almost never followed out the way we plan them too. Good intentions almost never are carried out.
Oh, the years we spent together, the love we shared, but it too, like many joys in live, soon withered away. As we grew older, wiser, more experienced in life, each of us discovered that we shared different opinions, and we fought angrily with one another for quite some time. The day we finally parted ways turned out to be the most terrible day in my life, the hardest decision I had ever made, for she had been heavy with my own pups as she walked away into the sun, and I to the moon.
I do not believe I will ever forgive Vira for what how she had broken me, but perhaps it was for the better. Since then, I have wandered alone, lonely at times, but better off. Maybe our paths will cross again one day, but for now I am happy to believe I have bade her farewell, and that is the final time our destinies cross each other’s paths.
Appearance
Fancy anyone asking me about my looks. If I was in an irritable mood, I may as well have just snapped back a sharp retort, doubtlessly oriented around the fact that you might as well just stare at me to receive the answer to such a superficial question. Yet, today I daresay I feel rather polite, and will take the time out of my schedule to answer your shallow query.
Like most of my brethren, my shaggy coat shines bright white, the most common coloration of my breed. Yet, in contrast to this so-called similarity, you may find that instead of the creamy milk shaded hue, my pelt is a rather bright shade, like that of a sheet of clean paper. Such a white, that, for a mere moment, seems like that of, an angel, let’s say? and gleams brilliantly every time the sun’s golden rays beat down upon it. Quite an envious fleece, don’t you agree?
Not only the shade of it I find magnificent, I also find the billowing tufts of it entrancing as well. Very highly I think of myself, I must admit, yet how can I ignore the admirations that ought to be established about my very self? But anyhow, in length, each hair itself must extend no less than three inches, impressive indeed. In fact, it is so long, that my belly fur nearly touches the ground beside my paws. (Quite a nuisance when it comes to cleaning, truthfully)
My eyes are, too, dazzling, a deep golden brown, one that when you gaze into its depths, you see only true thought, a bright muse, glowing brightly. This might just be an over exaggeration, but it is sometimes hard to find beauty in plain truth, and it must be stretched slightly so that one may be able to believe in what they want to believe. But if it is the truth you seek, I guess I may only describe my orbs as a riveting tan, light and speckled with darker splotches here and there.
Aside that, my body structure is rather strong, bold, you may say. Many of my breed are quite muscled, yet I find my true strength in my upper shoulder muscles, rather than in my legs. The only downside I find from this is that speed is most definitely my downfall, and it would best for me to fight rather than flee when circumstances requiring such actions present themselves.
If you would like, I might be able to ramble on about myself much more than I already have, but to spare myself the effort, and you the time, I find it good enough to stop at this point, and let you bask in what I have told you so far. Sometimes fewer words explain so much more.
Character
I suppose there are many actions that could demonstrate my personality. For example, if I suddenly extended my maw and clamped my teeth upon your neck, you may receive the impression that I am a rather hostile creature, who feels superior over others. Or I might proudly strut past you, giving the notion that I want nothing to do with the likes of anyone as lowly as you. But, I am doubtful that you would appeal to such gestures, so I believe I would rather tell you instead.
Like stated, I’m not the most friendly canine you may come across. In fact, my first instinct would be to attack another as soon as they entered my sight, yet, in truth, that doesn’t seem to get me quite far at all. Even once I get to know another, I don’t particularly show much affection. Most conversations turn out to become arguments, consisting mainly of snappy replies, and bitter retorts.
Very few times I have become so attached to another, but when I do, I will obviously guard them with my life. If one is able to show enough affection to another to be able to tolerate them so consistently such as myself, that individual should be the top priority in that creature’s life, even greater than the its own welfare.
Generally when I’m out alone, it could to me well to be left alone. It’s sometimes so stressful to be continuously bothered by the likes of another canine that it makes life so repetitive. In away, that is one of the most definite reasons of why I can be so irritable. Sometimes, peace it quiet can be the cure to many different illnesses.
Some may call this characteristic snotty, yet I must disagree. Though I can’t find the exact right name for it, I may as well describe what I’m thinking. No matter who I’m talking to, whether they are a big-shot, or a low-life, it always shines through that I believe I am better than them, which I believe I am. I have extremely high expectations of others, and currently I am the only one who meets the standards I have created.
I guess you can say “I am who I am”, and I am definitely happy to say that of myself, no matter your thoughts on the matter. This is me, and no one has the right to oppose me.
Example
Damn, I don’t think I can stand this place for another minute, I could hear myself cursing suddenly as I trudged along the narrow pathway among the reeds, the sound of rushing water rapidly flowing by my side. Shuddering violently, I paused, paw lingering in the air before pushing away a slimy looking fern that dangled in front of my course. I grimaced angrily, shaking my head as I continued, looking this way and that for any sign of something out of the ordinary.
A brilliant golden sphere, the sun, made its way down the incline of the sky before dipping underneath the tree laden landscape as I trekked through the almost tropical feeling terrain. The spring-time weather caused the humidity to rise, and the constant rain did not appear to make it any better. As the shade of evening swept over the scene, the overcast seemed so utterly terrible looking that I could scarcely keep myself from closing my eyes.
Though I wasn’t sure when my hike started, or where I was going, a wistful feeling washed over me, one that longed for me to turn around from this forsaken wasteland to a place where I could simply lie down and sleep, for my weary eyes had been fluttering open and closed for the past few hours by now. I would’ve found a cozy place to rest, yet everywhere I looked seemed damp and dirty, and I feared I’d soil my bright white fur, which I had been careful to preen not but minutes ago.
With a tired sigh, I redirected my gaze to the creek the rushed fervently to my left, in utter disgust. The water lapped up at the sides of the bank, inches away from my paws. Mud splattered up and down in a rhythmic pattern as opposing torrents crashed into one another in the middle of the stream.
Seething, I begin to pick up my pace until I reached a brisk trot, hoping to come across some kind of sheltered area in which I could settle myself for the remainder of the night. Yet, I could tell my hopes were in vain, for as far as I looked, my amber orbs only found the large oaken trees that scattered the perimeter.
In a moment’s flash, I could abruptly feel my paws skidding along the bank of the creek, and I looked down in immediate frustration. But before I could turn myself away, the soggy ground suddenly caused me to veer over toward the creek, and over the side of the bank. Scrabbling furiously, I attempted to dig my paws into the grotesque surface dirt, only to realize that I was now breezing over the water.
With a sickening feeling in my gut, I plummeted slowly into the churning waters. Though I knew it could not possibly be deep enough to drown me, for I was an efficient enough swimmer, I firstly feared the impact with the ground, and the fact that my appearance would be in complete ruins when I emerged from the watery depths.
No sooner than my thoughts had trailed off did I find myself plunged head first into the creek. I was soon able to answer that the creek only appeared to be two feet deep where I had landed, for it had soaked me from head to tail, an aspect which I was unhappy to discover, for I preferred a drier environment next to the one which I had been forced to live in.
But I did not care to think any more about my predicament, for a sudden rage suddenly shot out of me like a swarm of bees from a hive. Blasted place! Blasted wasteland! I cursed wildly, becoming more furious with each drop of water that cascaded off of my now sopping tufts of white fur. I shook myself with an immense force, water spattering off in every direction.
I moved toward the shoreline, the strong current almost sweeping me away in the process, and dragged myself across the muddy bank. My teeth clamped together so tightly, I was almost able to believe they would crack apart in the next second or two. I had not felt so disgraced in such a long time, and was appalled to believe such a coincidental moment could enrage one so strongly.
With a burst of fury, I propelled myself upwards until I staggered unstably onto my feet, and stormed away from the wretched place, a certain anger throbbing in my heart.
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