Post by xMis.Matchx on Mar 6, 2009 23:13:26 GMT -5
Name
Blaire
Gender
Female
Breed
Canadian Eskimo Dog
Or, the more politically correct name:
Canadian Inuit Dog
Age
7 Months
History
I was born into this world being pampered; loved. I never knew the reason, I never cared. It was to me, only my perfection. Everyone within the house adored me and my siblings. We were well looked after. I never had grown suspicious of what my owner had in mind for me when I would grow, and to tell the truth, I wonder why anyone would think of the future when they had everything they wanted Right there, no need or want for anything else. When life is perfect, I must tell you, you don't think ahead. After all, who wants to think of losing what they own? Not I.
I tend to not keep track of time, for I need not to remember it to care about the world. Days and nights that pass are merely only time I sleep, and time I wander, nothing really there any more to anchor me down. Even so, I think it was around when I was 4 months when I was sold to the highest bidder I think he said. After all, as quoted "The pups are a rare breed of purebred dog." Though I haven't a clue what to make of that...I am only a dog after all. What is the value of rare to me?
Though, after I was sold, I was shoved into a small crate with only a toy, a collar, and a feeling of despair. I whined, and whined, and whined I remember, until finally we reached the end of mine and the human's destination. It was cold there I remember. There wasn't snow, but it was cold. It felt good, the air, the cold blowing through my fur. Compared to the stuffy house I lived in, it felt like heaven, only without the toys or litter mates or mother I had come to know and love and comfort and be comforted by. It felt like being in a paradise, only alone, and without purpose, though I back then, hadn't a care about that. I was selfish...I just wanted everything I could get my paws on.
After that, I don't remember much, but i do remember the yelling...The yelling and the children. The children were m friends and the elling my enemy. I had zoned out through most of that time, unable to comprehend much of what had happened. It was there that I learned to accept that life changes and you along with it. Even so, I couldn't bare to grasp that thought in the beginning. I knocked it away from mind thinking maybe one day I'd go back home. Time passed slowly there...Very slowly.
I remember the day that all of the furnishings within the house were moved into brown squares of hard paper and the day that I was taken away from the house forever. It was something about "moving"...I think I move a lot now, or does it mean to actually own something and to move on, away from it? I don't know, and why should I care any more? Pointless thoughts keep me busy now though...My small young mind is easily distracted.
I remember being shoved into another crate, this time bigger there, and I had no collar, no toy. I had nothing, and I was scared. I could feel some emotion that was unknown to me rolling off of the man in waves, though I couldn't quite recognize it. I still don't, though I do know it isn't joy, whatever it is...It's the opposite of joy.
I remember the long ride...Longer then the first one by far, and it must have been the most annoying one too. I hard yelling, and loud frightening sounds, and screaming, and other sounds I don't know how to name. The air was hot there and it made me uncomfortable. I remember feeling hot and stuffy, it was even worse then the house I lived in as a younger pup. The one I had so much fun in. The one I wished for now. The one that was my sanctuary.
I remember being unloaded from the crate and being scared. I remember the door opening wide and running. I remember struggling out of the car and out of the man's grasp. I had no collar. It was easy. I remember going as far and fast as possible. I think it was the beginning of my 6th month then, but once again, I don't keep track of time, it merely passes me by.
My sixth month I spent running, sleeping and eating. Something in me, that I could tell was stronger then most canines out there, something in my 'breed' as people called it gave me the want to kill prey. I learned from trial and error how to hunt. I found hunting much better then eating garbage, and sometimes much easier. After all, humans didn't like it when I ate their trash, and I didn't like being yelled at, or having stuff thrown at me.
I remember being chased and lured and being able to get away from the men by scaring them. I didn't like to though. i liked men. They had proven to be friends in my past, though id didn't want to be captured and shoved into another crate. I think my heart would shattered if that happened. I didn't want another human. I merely wanted to find others like me.
By the beginning of my 7th month I think it was, I found my way here and I quit running. I want to settle down and live somewhere rather then running for cover. I'm tired of running, tired of fleeing. This new place it scares me, but I'm willing to do anything to find a companion, a friend, even if it means living here with the beeping cars and scary noises and no where to hunt and many men that want to shove me in a crate. Even if it means surviving in this seemingly forbidden place. I will try to find my way here.
Appearance
My colors. My looks. My expressions. I've seen them all within puddles and streams and creeks and every other kind of body of water I've happened to come across, and yet, I really don't know myself. I see what everyone else sees, bu when I look at myself, I think I'm ugly. I'm hideous. I have long fur that keeps me warm nd burns me up in the time of year when the heat takes over the welcoming cold of the areas I travel. The color of it is almost completely white, but on my face I have some gray fur, a dilated gray color. It makes a mask of the sorts on my face, though the rest of me is pure ivory as said before.
My eyes. There's nothing out of the ordinary about them. They're brown. A deep brown. They're not exciting or pretty, they're just dull. I can't say lifeless, for that would be a lie, for I've seen lifeless in the eyes of my prey and my eyes surely do not reflect that unless I stare into the eyes of the food I have murdered and am about to eat, though I rarely do that. It makes me feel guilty, for ending the life of another creature, even as small or annoying as a squirrel. It just doesn't feel right. Even if it is for my own survival.
My legs. They're long and powerful. They can carry me fastly in open spaces, though in the 'cities' as humans call them with the cars and iron trees that produce light in the dead of night, I find it hard to go at my full speed, just like I find it hard to run through the tangle of trees humans call forests. Though, when I'm lucky I find places full of children where I can run and play with the kids, tough normally when there are kids, there are their mothers and their mothers chase me away...I dislike it when they do that, but what can I do about it?
There isn't much more to describe about me, though I will search through what I know to find something... My tail; it's long and fluffy. it helps me keep balance...My ears are triangular and have some of my gray-ish colored fur on them. Not much, but it can be found on them. I don't know much else about myself. My size and height are unknown. I know I'm a big dog, but not much else. I find it impossible to get exact measurements of anything. I can only get estimates and I have no known unit for height or weight. I'm only a dog after all... I'm not a human.
Character
Canines I know say I should know myself better then anyone else but all i know is that I am me. That's how I judge myself...As me. I love children, human and canine alike and I would never hurt one. I know that. I know that people call me oblivious to the world around me, and I understand that. After all, I'm pretty sure I don't know everything.
I also know that other dogs tend to scare me. I want company but, I also know I'm easily intimidating by other canines. I find it hard to make friends and I know I am very submissive. I would never make a good leader. I'm a follower.
I find it hard to understand humans, but I try, and I know I am full of mercy. I couldn't kill anyone if my life depended on it. I'm loyal and I'm devoted and kind I've been told. I've also been told that I'm too kind. I've given up food for strangers, maybe hoping to get the companionship I can't seem to find. Though in return, all I ever get is a quick thanks and a goodbye. Sometimes I get to travel with others of my kind, other strays, for a while. I normally break off when I notice they're going back the way I came. The way I'm not ready to go to yet... The way to flee.
Family
Mother- I never knew her real name, though my old owners called her Kali.
Father- He was never around, I never even knew that they existed until I came across a stray sometime before. She told of how her mate left her. She was weak. I gave her my food and left. I didn't want her pups to die. So for my father's name, I merely say 'Dad', even though I'm not even sure if he exists.
Siblings-My dear brothers and sisters. How could I forget them? Mitch, Alex, Lea, and Anna. Those were the names mother gave them at least. I don't know how she came up with any of our names though. I think they're human names, but what do I know?.
Mate- I find myself too young and lonely to have a mate. I don't even have a companion let alone a mate.
Companion(s)- I currently travel alone.
Pup(s)- I once again find myself too young, and only this time, without a mate.
Example
My paws thudded against the ground at particular intervals as I loped along the area. I was yet to look up and examine the area...I was scared if I did I'd reach another human object and ram head first into it. I was scared that if I looked up I'd be alone and lost and unable to find companion. I was afraid that if I looked up I'd reach another city and be force to slow down. I didn't want to walk, how could I?
I felt so desperate to be free of everything and yet I felt so scared I'd be like this forever. Alone. It was a cold word that chilled me to my core. I hated it. I hated this emptiness, this lack of companion. I should have been used to by now, but how could I be? That would be an impossible task and it would feel so lonely. Could I travel like this forever? I knew the answer, so there was no need to ask, but I'd thought it, and replied to myself anyway, "No," It was a simple reply, and I don't know who i was talking too, but I said it anyway, and then i continued, "I cannot travel with this amount of loneliness forever. I'd die." Maybe the lack of canines around me was getting to my head, though at least the voice of something, even if it was the voice of me felt better then nothing.
I panted and began to slow done. There was no need to travel any farther without looking ahead. I stopped and looked up. It seemed as though the plains went on forever, that is, until I looked at the horizon. There I saw a town, or a city, or something along those lines. I'll get my running in now, I thought, and then when I get there, I will try to find a friend...Or someone to relate to. Someone lonely like me. Someone who's tired of running from their past and just wants to move on. I nodded at myself.
I had been told I was mature for my age, though I always questioned, what age? It wasn't something I kept track of as I had mentioned many times. There was no sense of 'time' for me like there was for other dogs or humans. It passed all around me and never touched me. I merely made estimates of times in my life. For all I knew, I could have been as old as the sky itself and not have a clue,t hough I think if I were that old I would have more memories and more friends, so I'm guessing I am still only around seven months.
Should I stop here for the night? I thought, and shook my head, No, this place is too open and there's no food. I need to make it as close to the end of the open area as possible if I plan on eating tonight or finding some cover from whatever lives here. I then pondered on about some unimportant things while I rested. Within hours if I used the correct measurement of time, I was off again, running as fast and as far as I could, hoping to reach the town earlier then expected so I could get some food and find a place to settle in for the night instead of suffer from battering winds and lack of food.
I sighed at the thought and quickly moved on. There was much to be done.
Blaire
Gender
Female
Breed
Canadian Eskimo Dog
Or, the more politically correct name:
Canadian Inuit Dog
Age
7 Months
History
I was born into this world being pampered; loved. I never knew the reason, I never cared. It was to me, only my perfection. Everyone within the house adored me and my siblings. We were well looked after. I never had grown suspicious of what my owner had in mind for me when I would grow, and to tell the truth, I wonder why anyone would think of the future when they had everything they wanted Right there, no need or want for anything else. When life is perfect, I must tell you, you don't think ahead. After all, who wants to think of losing what they own? Not I.
I tend to not keep track of time, for I need not to remember it to care about the world. Days and nights that pass are merely only time I sleep, and time I wander, nothing really there any more to anchor me down. Even so, I think it was around when I was 4 months when I was sold to the highest bidder I think he said. After all, as quoted "The pups are a rare breed of purebred dog." Though I haven't a clue what to make of that...I am only a dog after all. What is the value of rare to me?
Though, after I was sold, I was shoved into a small crate with only a toy, a collar, and a feeling of despair. I whined, and whined, and whined I remember, until finally we reached the end of mine and the human's destination. It was cold there I remember. There wasn't snow, but it was cold. It felt good, the air, the cold blowing through my fur. Compared to the stuffy house I lived in, it felt like heaven, only without the toys or litter mates or mother I had come to know and love and comfort and be comforted by. It felt like being in a paradise, only alone, and without purpose, though I back then, hadn't a care about that. I was selfish...I just wanted everything I could get my paws on.
After that, I don't remember much, but i do remember the yelling...The yelling and the children. The children were m friends and the elling my enemy. I had zoned out through most of that time, unable to comprehend much of what had happened. It was there that I learned to accept that life changes and you along with it. Even so, I couldn't bare to grasp that thought in the beginning. I knocked it away from mind thinking maybe one day I'd go back home. Time passed slowly there...Very slowly.
I remember the day that all of the furnishings within the house were moved into brown squares of hard paper and the day that I was taken away from the house forever. It was something about "moving"...I think I move a lot now, or does it mean to actually own something and to move on, away from it? I don't know, and why should I care any more? Pointless thoughts keep me busy now though...My small young mind is easily distracted.
I remember being shoved into another crate, this time bigger there, and I had no collar, no toy. I had nothing, and I was scared. I could feel some emotion that was unknown to me rolling off of the man in waves, though I couldn't quite recognize it. I still don't, though I do know it isn't joy, whatever it is...It's the opposite of joy.
I remember the long ride...Longer then the first one by far, and it must have been the most annoying one too. I hard yelling, and loud frightening sounds, and screaming, and other sounds I don't know how to name. The air was hot there and it made me uncomfortable. I remember feeling hot and stuffy, it was even worse then the house I lived in as a younger pup. The one I had so much fun in. The one I wished for now. The one that was my sanctuary.
I remember being unloaded from the crate and being scared. I remember the door opening wide and running. I remember struggling out of the car and out of the man's grasp. I had no collar. It was easy. I remember going as far and fast as possible. I think it was the beginning of my 6th month then, but once again, I don't keep track of time, it merely passes me by.
My sixth month I spent running, sleeping and eating. Something in me, that I could tell was stronger then most canines out there, something in my 'breed' as people called it gave me the want to kill prey. I learned from trial and error how to hunt. I found hunting much better then eating garbage, and sometimes much easier. After all, humans didn't like it when I ate their trash, and I didn't like being yelled at, or having stuff thrown at me.
I remember being chased and lured and being able to get away from the men by scaring them. I didn't like to though. i liked men. They had proven to be friends in my past, though id didn't want to be captured and shoved into another crate. I think my heart would shattered if that happened. I didn't want another human. I merely wanted to find others like me.
By the beginning of my 7th month I think it was, I found my way here and I quit running. I want to settle down and live somewhere rather then running for cover. I'm tired of running, tired of fleeing. This new place it scares me, but I'm willing to do anything to find a companion, a friend, even if it means living here with the beeping cars and scary noises and no where to hunt and many men that want to shove me in a crate. Even if it means surviving in this seemingly forbidden place. I will try to find my way here.
Appearance
My colors. My looks. My expressions. I've seen them all within puddles and streams and creeks and every other kind of body of water I've happened to come across, and yet, I really don't know myself. I see what everyone else sees, bu when I look at myself, I think I'm ugly. I'm hideous. I have long fur that keeps me warm nd burns me up in the time of year when the heat takes over the welcoming cold of the areas I travel. The color of it is almost completely white, but on my face I have some gray fur, a dilated gray color. It makes a mask of the sorts on my face, though the rest of me is pure ivory as said before.
My eyes. There's nothing out of the ordinary about them. They're brown. A deep brown. They're not exciting or pretty, they're just dull. I can't say lifeless, for that would be a lie, for I've seen lifeless in the eyes of my prey and my eyes surely do not reflect that unless I stare into the eyes of the food I have murdered and am about to eat, though I rarely do that. It makes me feel guilty, for ending the life of another creature, even as small or annoying as a squirrel. It just doesn't feel right. Even if it is for my own survival.
My legs. They're long and powerful. They can carry me fastly in open spaces, though in the 'cities' as humans call them with the cars and iron trees that produce light in the dead of night, I find it hard to go at my full speed, just like I find it hard to run through the tangle of trees humans call forests. Though, when I'm lucky I find places full of children where I can run and play with the kids, tough normally when there are kids, there are their mothers and their mothers chase me away...I dislike it when they do that, but what can I do about it?
There isn't much more to describe about me, though I will search through what I know to find something... My tail; it's long and fluffy. it helps me keep balance...My ears are triangular and have some of my gray-ish colored fur on them. Not much, but it can be found on them. I don't know much else about myself. My size and height are unknown. I know I'm a big dog, but not much else. I find it impossible to get exact measurements of anything. I can only get estimates and I have no known unit for height or weight. I'm only a dog after all... I'm not a human.
Character
Canines I know say I should know myself better then anyone else but all i know is that I am me. That's how I judge myself...As me. I love children, human and canine alike and I would never hurt one. I know that. I know that people call me oblivious to the world around me, and I understand that. After all, I'm pretty sure I don't know everything.
I also know that other dogs tend to scare me. I want company but, I also know I'm easily intimidating by other canines. I find it hard to make friends and I know I am very submissive. I would never make a good leader. I'm a follower.
I find it hard to understand humans, but I try, and I know I am full of mercy. I couldn't kill anyone if my life depended on it. I'm loyal and I'm devoted and kind I've been told. I've also been told that I'm too kind. I've given up food for strangers, maybe hoping to get the companionship I can't seem to find. Though in return, all I ever get is a quick thanks and a goodbye. Sometimes I get to travel with others of my kind, other strays, for a while. I normally break off when I notice they're going back the way I came. The way I'm not ready to go to yet... The way to flee.
Family
Mother- I never knew her real name, though my old owners called her Kali.
Father- He was never around, I never even knew that they existed until I came across a stray sometime before. She told of how her mate left her. She was weak. I gave her my food and left. I didn't want her pups to die. So for my father's name, I merely say 'Dad', even though I'm not even sure if he exists.
Siblings-My dear brothers and sisters. How could I forget them? Mitch, Alex, Lea, and Anna. Those were the names mother gave them at least. I don't know how she came up with any of our names though. I think they're human names, but what do I know?.
Mate- I find myself too young and lonely to have a mate. I don't even have a companion let alone a mate.
Companion(s)- I currently travel alone.
Pup(s)- I once again find myself too young, and only this time, without a mate.
Example
My paws thudded against the ground at particular intervals as I loped along the area. I was yet to look up and examine the area...I was scared if I did I'd reach another human object and ram head first into it. I was scared that if I looked up I'd be alone and lost and unable to find companion. I was afraid that if I looked up I'd reach another city and be force to slow down. I didn't want to walk, how could I?
I felt so desperate to be free of everything and yet I felt so scared I'd be like this forever. Alone. It was a cold word that chilled me to my core. I hated it. I hated this emptiness, this lack of companion. I should have been used to by now, but how could I be? That would be an impossible task and it would feel so lonely. Could I travel like this forever? I knew the answer, so there was no need to ask, but I'd thought it, and replied to myself anyway, "No," It was a simple reply, and I don't know who i was talking too, but I said it anyway, and then i continued, "I cannot travel with this amount of loneliness forever. I'd die." Maybe the lack of canines around me was getting to my head, though at least the voice of something, even if it was the voice of me felt better then nothing.
I panted and began to slow done. There was no need to travel any farther without looking ahead. I stopped and looked up. It seemed as though the plains went on forever, that is, until I looked at the horizon. There I saw a town, or a city, or something along those lines. I'll get my running in now, I thought, and then when I get there, I will try to find a friend...Or someone to relate to. Someone lonely like me. Someone who's tired of running from their past and just wants to move on. I nodded at myself.
I had been told I was mature for my age, though I always questioned, what age? It wasn't something I kept track of as I had mentioned many times. There was no sense of 'time' for me like there was for other dogs or humans. It passed all around me and never touched me. I merely made estimates of times in my life. For all I knew, I could have been as old as the sky itself and not have a clue,t hough I think if I were that old I would have more memories and more friends, so I'm guessing I am still only around seven months.
Should I stop here for the night? I thought, and shook my head, No, this place is too open and there's no food. I need to make it as close to the end of the open area as possible if I plan on eating tonight or finding some cover from whatever lives here. I then pondered on about some unimportant things while I rested. Within hours if I used the correct measurement of time, I was off again, running as fast and as far as I could, hoping to reach the town earlier then expected so I could get some food and find a place to settle in for the night instead of suffer from battering winds and lack of food.
I sighed at the thought and quickly moved on. There was much to be done.
