Layla

[Spot]

I was given the name; Layla
Once I am done with you, you will remember the name.
I'm in fact; female
My mother and father were both pure bred; Siberian Huskys
So yeah, that would make me one of them.
I've been making life hell for; two years

[ History ] So we all have our little stories right? Obviously, I mean we all have to start from somewhere. Some of our lives are just more interesting than other's. Would mine be considered interesting? Hm.. Good question, I wouldn't really know. How about this. I'll tell you my little story and then you can tell me if it is interesting or not.

I was born into the street life. I loved the street life. I didn't care for ever being a pet for some family. God, I would hate that so much. I've watched the lives of the house hold dog. It's so freakin' boring, I'd probably die. You had to listen to what your owner said and if your owner ever got fed up with you they would throw you out like yesterday's trash. Why would I want to be around a bunch of creatures that only would want me around if I was tamed and did what they wanted. Sorry not my style.

Anyway, I lived the first few months with my life with my mother. I never met my father. He actually was a house pet. My mother was a stray just like me. One day my mom ran into my father and bam, I was born, well not really... I guess you could say I was created. I was born one night in a cold dark alley. I was the only one of the litter to survive the first few drastic hours of life. So my mom always said I was a fighter since the day I was born.

My mom taught me the basics of the street life. She was a very strong and smart dog. So I thought. Then again, a lot of pups always idolized their parent right? It wasn't like we got out that much to see other dogs when we were really young. Besides our parents wouldn't let us near other dogs unless they were stupid and wanted us killed. You couldn't always trust other street dogs after all. Life was about survival of the fittest and if a dog was hungry enough and saw a helpless lone pup laying there you bit he would have it for lunch.

I learned quickly and became a very curious little pup. I always wanted to go out and find some where knew to stick my nose. My mom had a hard time keeping track of me sometimes because I would wonder off. She soon decided that we couldn't stay in the same alley anymore because I was just getting too bored and wanted to explore too much. So she decided we would just endlessly walk the city until we got tired.

I was around three or four months old and my mother kept to her promise of traveling around the city endless times. I found so many new places to stick my nose and I got into a bit of trouble sometimes and my mom would have to get me out of it because I was just a small pup and couldn't really do anything. Not like I really knew what I was doing I was just fooling around. Sadly this is when things went wrong.

A dog's worse enemy on the streets was always the dog catchers. They were always on constant alert for the dog catchers. Now that we were traveling more and didn't really have a "home" we were more vulnerable to the dog catchers. We didn't really have a place to run and hide ahead of time. So if we ran into a dog catcher all we could rely on are our legs to get us away fast enough and possibly be able to find a good hiding spot.

So one day we are walking around and whine up running into a dog catcher. The chase was on. My mom was only focused on getting me away from him and didn't care about herself. She grabbed me by the neck and just ran as fast as she could. We turned corners and ran through alleys, the dog catcher failed to give up though. My mom made one wrong turn down an alley with a dead end and it was over... She tossed me into the dumpster that was next to us and then braced herself to face the dog catcher.

She was no match for him. She couldn't attack the dog catcher. She had taught me to not attack humans because all it did was cause more trouble for yourself and she told me that dogs that did do that usually wound up getting killed. Being thrown in the pound was probably at least better than getting killed, right? So I guess she would take the pound. The dog catcher noosed her and dragged her out of the alley and I was left alone in the dumpster. I cried waiting for my mother to come back but she never did. After a few days of waiting I climbed out of the dumpster and wondered the streets for alone...

I was heartbroken by the fact my mother was gone from me. I missed her so much and I didn't understand why she was taken from me. Watching her get taken by that dog catcher made me start to form a big hate for humans. This was only the start of my hate and it was only aimed at dog catchers for the moment.

After wondering around, not really paying attention to where I'm going I found myself in a run down part of the city. There were a lot of abandoned and worn down buildings everywhere. I saw a few humans scattered about, but mostly it was pretty deserted. I turned down an alley between two worn down apartment buildings. I found a broken fire escaped and climbed up it to the roof of the three story apartment building.

I got to the roof of the building and I heard the sound of someone crying. I looked around and saw a little girl curled up in a ball, crying. I walked over to her, whimpering. I nudged her with my nose and she looked up sniffled and then smiled. She reached her hands out to me and began to pet me. She was a very young little girl. Her arms were all bruised up and beaten, along with her legs and she had some marks on her face as well. She looked to be in a lot of pain and I sat there comforting her. This was my first time being so close to a human. I was suppose to be wary of humans but I knew this little girl wouldn't do anything to me. She just wanted a friend, someone to cry on.

After that day, every night I would return to the roof and see the little girl. I never thought I would become friends with a human before. One night changed that though. I came up to the roof and the little girl was not there. I began to hear screaming and loud noises coming from inside the building. I was still a young pup only around four months, so I kind of got scared and began to shake. Then the little girl came bounding through the door that lead tot he roof, she was crying and her screaming "NO!". A man came from behind her, I learned that this was the man who was giving the girl all of those bruises and stuff. In one of the man's hands was a gun. The little girl ran to wards my direction and the man lifted the gun and my body was shaking so much I thought it would break into pieces. He shot the gun, the bullet hit the girl and she fell to the floor. I jumped at the sound of the gun shot and started to whimper and cry.

It was probably a bad idea. The guy's attention turned on me and walked to me. He was laughing at my whimpering and crying and he picked me up by the neck and walked over to the edge of the building and dropped me from the roof of the building. I fell to the floor, breaking one of my paws. It was a terrifying night and this is what triggered my hate to wards humans in general. All they did was take from me. I did nothing to them and yet they took everything from me. They took my mother and then the one innocence girl who became my friend. Why?

Ever since then I've turned into a major bitch. I occasionally played tricks on the humans and I didn't care if there came a time where I needed to attack one of them. I would risk getting killed. I wasn't the most pleasant dog to be around anymore. For the past two years now ever since the night I was dropped from the roof, I've been living my life as a loner not really coming into contact with other dogs.

[ Appearance ] I stand at a height of twenty-two inches at the withers. I weigh in at about forty-five pounds. I have a good body proportion for the Siberian Husky breed. Most of my body is made of pure muscle. You could say I have a fighters body? I've been in plenty of fights and have the scars to prove them. Though most of my scars have had the fur grow over the skin, so you can not see them. I have one very clear scar going down my nose. My nose is a pure moist black, except where the scar is, that area appears to be more of a pinkish red.

My coat is a mixture of white and gray. You have the top part of my body that is the gray and then the body part of my body which is white. You know, your typical husky coloring pattern of a coat. It isn't anything special. My coat is mostly kept clean. I try to at least groom myself so stuff doesn't get it in and all but yeah there isn't much you can do.

I have a pair of crystal blue eyes. Though they appear to be ice cold. Nothing is shown through these eyes. They are just like open pools of nothing, you step into them and you will be lost forever.

I carry my tail high, over my back side. It is usually never down because I like to show off my confidence, so to speak.

[ Personality ] Describing myself can be kind of difficult. From the life I've lived, which I find kind of traumatizing I've formed myself to not trust people very well. I like to be left alone half the time. I don't want to be bothered and so I get pissed easily if I am not left alone. Actually, I just get pissed easily in general. I will not trust you when I first meet you and I will act like a complete bitch to you. It will take awhile before you actually do gain my trust and once you do, you better not mess it up because you will never get it back.

I like to control people. I like to be the one in charge and I will not take orders from somewhere else easily. Basically, I do not work well with others. The only way we will get along is if you are willing to take orders from me and not the other way around.

You could say I like trouble. I will go around looking for a nice fight everyone once an awhile. I'm kind of selfish and hot headed. I might think I'm better than you, get over it.

I'm close minded and seem to only listen to my own opinions. You can try to tell me something is wrong or something and I will most likely ignore it and do what I think should be done. It is kind of stupid but whatever. I never did say I was smart. I'm semi-street smart. I mean there are still stuff I need to learn and I will learn as I get older but I had a lot of experience already so I as kind of street smart with a lot of stuff.

I'm impatient so I don't really like pups much. Would I ever become a mother myself? Possibly. Maybe I wouldn't be such a bitch to my own pups but that doesn't mean I would make a good mother. To be honest I think I would make a pretty sucky mother. But aw well, only time will tell for that one.

I'm sarcastic and always like to through in my opinion. Even though I don't like to listen to other's opinions I like to have mine heard. I'm not a friendly person to talk too and don't suspect me to listen to whatever you wish to tell me. I'll probably get brought and whine up thinking about something else.

Basically that is a little about me. There is probably more you can learn about me though.

[ Family ]
Mother: Dead(So I think)
Father: No idea
Brother(s): Dead
Sister(s): Dead

Mate: None
Pups: None

[ Example ] Click You can my posts on that thread. It is a thread from my role-play site. My user name is Spot so every reply on that thread by Spot, is me. ^^

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