🔥 Dystopia: Character Sheets [Open] 🔥
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Posted 2023-04-04 07:56:47 (edited)
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 20mia08 #18414 |
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Posted 2023-04-13 00:06:41 (edited)
 Character art by me! Do not steal, trace, reupload, or anything else without my permission.Name: Atis Age: 2 years old Rank: Medic Gender: Female, She/Her Orientation: Straight Physical Description: Atis is quite big, around the size of an adult wolf, with beige/grey fur, white unders and golden brown details. She's quite skinny, but her long and fluffy fur hides that. She have golden/brownish eyes and she looks quite elegant, but kinda trascured. Most of her look is taken after her father, a wolf. Personality: Atis is a nice dog, who extremely cares about others. She appreciate spending time with pups, and she wish to have pups of her own one day. She is kinda entusiastic and optimistic most of the time. Under her happy and sweet look she's extremely insecure and thinks that she might not be enough of a dog to be fully accepted by the others. She's also extremely paranoid and she thinks that is she does something wrong everyone will hate her, so she doesn't talk much. History: She was born from May, a white shepherd, and an unknown wolf. She never met her father, and her mother was her only way to communicate with the world. She was owned by a human when she was little, but after noticing her look and understanding she was half wolf, the human tried to use her as a guandian dog and tried to make her aggressive in brute ways. That part of her childhood destroyed her mentally, making her think she's worth nothing and that if she doesn't behave everyone will hate her. Every time she was alone, she liked to pick up and collect different herbs, until a day she meet a quite old dog that had a huge knownledge of herbs and explained Atis the basics of it. Atis didn't know her name, but she called her "Grandma Blackfurred", because that dog had pure black fur. Thanks to her, she learned which herbs a dog shouldn't eat and which ones can cure illnesses, and thinking about helpingothers kinda helped her too, but didn't make her more secure about herself. Always afraid of being judged by her origins, she never revealed anyone her wolf side, and identify herself as having a rougue dog origins to the others. Family: May, her mother, a fluffy, white shepherd dog, and an unknown wolf as her father. Other: She really need someone to trust and confide to. She's also searching for a possible mate, but I would rather have a friend for her first. She have only one thing left from her childhood, a red bandana. Password: Hehe you thought you would find it here, didn't you? |
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Posted 2023-04-13 07:15:42 (edited)
 SourceName: Estelle Age: 4 years 1 month Rank: Hunter Gender: Female [they/she] Orientation: lesbian Physical Description: Not entirely a small dog, however they definitely are compact. Fluffy fur that just covers their lean and strong muscles, built for hunting, and speed that's fast for their size. Estelle has the typical floppy ears and short tail as a brittany, however their fur is a dark brown and white, with spots merled on their legs. Personality: +++ Confident, Headstrong /// Stubborn, Competitive --- Snarky, Judgemental Estelle was born to be competitive. As a hunting dog, she had to be. Her humans trained her to always be her best, and she took that with her wherever she went. Stuck to her guns, and not willing to back down. Sometimes when another lacks a skill, or shows weakness, she doesn't hold her tongue to let them know their faults. History: She doesn't remember when or where she was born, glimpses of places and dogs that might have been her home or family. But she had been taken, or left, not long after. A human family took her in, and they raised her with honor. When they were old enough, Estelle was trained in how to hunt birds. They were brought along a hunt, an older dog there to help them learn. He was from a different family. These lessons continues for months, until one day she went out on a hunt alone. It was a test, see her skills, see if she was worthy. And she went out there and made her humans proud, returning with the pheasant in her jaw. It was another year before a new puppy entered their home, another Brittany who had been named Pierre. Estelle was cautious at first, but soon warmed up to who they dubbed their brother. When Pierre was old enough, Estelle trained him like the dog before had done for her. She never help back her remarks, or criticisms, until she shaped him into a bird hunter like herself. They one day found themself being taken from her now family, abandoned in a place with unfamiliar dogs who did not see them as a worthy hunter for their size. It wasn't until after Tulio had died, that they were slowly accepted back, and given the role of hunter. Family: Unknown parents Adopted brother: Pierre (location unknown) Other: Password: |
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Posted 2023-04-13 11:23:16 (edited)
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 adamant #40536 |
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Posted 2023-04-16 00:20:32 (edited)
 linkName:Tulip Age: 4 years Rank: Scavenger Gender: Trans Male/Female (He/Him) Orientation: Biromantic(demisexuel) Physical Description: Bulky body with strong legs meant for endurance rather than speed. Six toes on each paw(courtesy of being a Norwegian lundehund). Bottom canine teeth visible because of his crooked jaw with big scar on the underside of his muzzle. Thick fur with Fluffy tail and neck having slight knots from poor grooming. Bright red coat with white on his undersides. Black/Brown ticking on most of his tail and ears. White eyebrows, under tail, shoulder blades, paws, chest, inner legs, and belly. Brown eyes with black nose and paw pads. Red back, head, nose bridge, upper tail, and outer part of legs. Personality: +++Compassionnet, respectful, reliable //Quiet, Stubborn ---Forgetful, Independent, Short-Tempered History: A single pup was born on a cold, winter night. The mother dog had luckily birthed the pup in a warm place however, and she could tell that she was strong. She would be easy to take care of with her being only one. She gave her the best life she could have under her circumstances, and when the cold past, she was able to teach her how to hunt and find food. She was a fast learner and had a knack for spotting prey and danger, but the mother grew very ill and died before the spring, leaving a sad and lonely pup to fend for herself. She had found it very hard to provide for herself at a young age, however she was taught well, and she was able to survive on her own. She was smart in avoiding danger. She knew the streets well, and she knew what it took to survive. She was already two years old with no one but herself to count on. She had also found along the way, that she was not in fact a she, but a he, and would be that way for the rest of his life. He was content with his life, however, he longed for companionship, and he was quite lonely. But he would soon get his wish in the strangest way; when he saw a male- a human male- feeding some dogs. He was skeptical at first, but he couldn't say no to free food. After a few days of observing him, he deemed the human not a threat and went up to him. He sat farther from others and did not gossip with the them, although, he did hear of a aggressive dog who had a prejudice against smaller dogs. He decided to stay away from that part of the city. He went back to the human after a few days and sat a little closer this time. Then later he went back to the human again and sat a little closer that time too. After a couple of visits, he was eating out of the human's hand. The others called him Soter, meaning saviour, and they said he welcomed all dogs, and gave everyone a good meal, soft material to sleep with on cold nights, and all the love a dog could need. He was a kind soul, and had a big heart for every dog in the street. Sometimes dogs gave him things too. He didn't talk much to the other dogs, but he liked Soter's company. Soter was always so caring to dogs and he loved everyone. After many times he went to Soter, one day, he forgot to leave. Soter had let him sleep right next to him. From that day forward, he was given a name, Tulip. The others said that Soter named all the dogs that suck around, and before he new it, he had a pack, a family. Tulip accepted the name given to him by Soter. He had family and friends now. All he could ask for! He wasn't just content. He was happy. Until it all changed. After the best year and a half of his life. He was doing what he does everyday; Trying to find a gift for Soter and the others, After all, There were so many of us that Tulip couldn't even keep track! Soter had his hands full, and Tulip tried the best he could to help. He was scavenging and he had thought he found the jackpot, a tasty looking bird was in front of him. However, something didn't look right. The first thing that wasn't right was the fact that the bird was dead. Now, that wasn't anything odd, sometimes Tulip found half eaten prey after the hunter was full, but this was different. This prey had not been touched. It screamed that was a trap. The second thing that wasn't right was the contrapion the bird was in. It was like nothing Tulip had seen before. It looked new, nothing like the crumbling buildings he was used to. Apparently Tulip was looking at it to long, because he was too late to notice the human right behind him. He was suddenly grabbed and thrown into a crate. He tried to bite and scratch at the crate, but it was no use. He was then put into a truck with other dogs. Some of the dogs he knew, some of them he didn't. He screamed and cried for Soter, but it was in vain. He was placed in a boat after that and was on it for who knows long, he howled for Soter, for his pack, before he was told to quiet down by the others on the boat. Suddenly, after many hours of darkness and swaying, it had stopped. The humans unloaded the crates onto a land so foreign, so different, so new, that he could smell the life that thrived in it. The door to the crate opened and Tulip ran. He ran until his paws hurt. He didn't know where he was or who he was trapped here with. All he knew is that he had to get back to Soter, back to his pack, and back to his home. He knew however that getting home was so far away. He needed to see what this place was, and what or who inhabited it. He learned quickly that there was a self proclaimed leader of this land, Tulio. He was said to be mean and ruthless to smaller dogs, and had the biggest ego of anyone. Tulip had tried to stay away from him, but after a while his territory was too big, and he had to many dogs in his pack for Tulip to avoid. He was soon caught by his pack members and Tulip was brought face to face with the pack leader. Tulio had given him an offer. He promised Tulip that he wouldn't have to work so hard to survive, and would have good life under his rule. Tulip was intrigued by this dog. It seemed to good to be true. Tulip would learn afterward that it was, in fact, to good to be true. It seemed that after Tulip accepted Tulio's offer that life was great. While it was true that Tulip did not have to work so hard on surviving in the wilderness, It seemed there was a shift in the was the big dogs treated him. After a week, the dogs wouldn't let Tulip sit with them. Then they kept ordering him around like he was a misbehaving pup. But one time they had crossed the line when One of the hunters tried to steal Tulips food. Tulip had snapped at him, telling him that he caught this food fair and square. The dog had then challenged him. Saying that a small dog like him couldn't hurt him, and that his kind are only there to serve large dogs. That made Tulip enraged, and he bit the dog. They had a scrabble in which the big dog had suffered many bite marks and a broken tail, and Tulip had a broken jaw. Tulip had lost the fight and was sent to the medic. After a while, Tulip's jaw was healed, but it didn't quite line up right. Causing some of his teeth to show. The other dogs avoided him after that. Life was fine. It was the best he could get with what he had. He tried to help the pack in any way he could, but no one wanted to be seen with him. After all, he was ugly, and after a while, he stopped trying. Becoming quiet and lonely once again. One day Tulio banished a the small dogs from his pack to the outskirts of the forest. Something happened though, Tulio had mysteriously died the next morning. Tulip had been puzzled but relieved that Tulio was gone. And so a new leader was elected. The kind medic was the new leader. She had removed the banishment for the small dogs and welcomed them back in her pack. Tulip had liked the new leader. She was much better then Tulio, and treated the smaller dogs with as much respect as the bigger dogs. He is now living a new life with one goal in mind. To get home to Soter. Family: Mother: N/A(deceased) Familial figure/Provider: Soter Other: Has trouble talking with crooked jaw and has been described as ugly or unpleasant to look at because of scar Password: No peeking  link
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 prettybirdb0y #120495 |
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Posted 2023-04-17 10:50:25 (edited)
Age: 3 years Rank: Lurker Gender: female (she/her) Orientation: aroace Physical Description: Void is a medium sized mutt, though she isn't really large she leans to the bigger side. She has lean build and her muscles are clearly visible under her fur then she moves. Her fur is short and thick. It's pitch black colored. She has scars on her back and right hind leg. This leg was once broken and though the old injury doesn't cause many problems it still moves a little bit stiff sometimes. She has heterochromia: her left eye is ice blue and her right brown. Personality: +++ intelligent, methodical, patient /// reserved, wary - - - unforgiving, aloof, tactless History: [can be brief or point form] She was born in a shelter. Her mother Amie, a stray, was taken in shortly before the birth. Due to the fact she was starving only two puppies out of a litter of for survived, one was stillborn the other died about a month after birth. He was named Oz. Her mother didn't talk much about her father, the only thing she knows about is that he lived with humans. Her time in the shelter was rather happy and she had a good relationship with her mother and her sister Hydra. Then she was old enough she was adopted by a man. The man had a junkyard and wanted to use her as a guard dog. During her training as a guard dog and shutzhund she lived with the man in his house. She did well in her training and was soon ready to be introduced to the other dogs. On the junkyard lived four other dogs, all purebred Doberman, and her introduction to them didn't go as well as her training. The dogs were mostly on their own and had formed a structure similar to a pack. They weren't really happy about her and would mock her for being a mutt. She tried to avoid the other dogs and to do her job, but she got in fights with them nonetheless. One day a fight with the youngest of the dogs escalated and the dog attacked. In this fight she received her scars and broke her leg. After that the junkyard owner realized that she didn't got along with his other dogs and decided it would be the best to sell her. Not long after this decision she was bought by an old, rich woman. The woman bought her to guard her property and changed to Delia. Since her injuries still needed time to heal, Delia was more a companion than a guard dog for the woman. It didn't take her long to settle in to her new home and she was happy there. Once her leg was fully healed she started her duties as a guard dog. A few months after that the old woman became sick and had to move into a hospital and eventually died. Their heirs didn't want a dog so she was sold once more. This time she was bought by company to assist their security guard l She was assigned to handler and he changed her name once more. Her new name was Aspen. During her free time she lived with her handler. She loved her handler and felt like home with him. She even made some friends, which really surprised her. Her best friend is Dante, another guard dog, who she often had shifts together. They probably grew close, because Dante isn't purebred like her, though he is a crossbreed rather than a mutt. Her handler had a family dog named Tipsy. They never really grew close, though they considered each other as friends. Her life seemed perfect for some time, but the company lost money and had to sell some of their dogs. One of them was Aspen. She was crated and shipped off to the new continent. Then she first took a step out of her crate, she was confused. Why was she here and where is her handler? She decided to search for him and realized she wouldn't find him here. Her only explanation for his absence is that he must have abandoned her, which she will never forgive him. She decided to live a new life without him and to start this change her name, because all major changes in her life were accompanied by a name change. She calls herself Void now. Then Void first heard of the pack she refused to join. Family: Father: unknown Mother: Amie (location unknown) Siblings: unnamed (m, deceased, stillborn), Oz (m, deceased), Hydra (f, location unknown) Friends: Dante (m, best friend, location unknown), Tipsy (f, location unknown) Other: / Password: / |
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Posted 2023-07-23 06:07:27 (edited)
 Age: 3 yo 6mo Rank: Newly Appointed Council Member Gender: Male, goes by he/him pronouns Orientation: Asexual, Demiromantic Physical Description: A brown and white basenji. He has a slim muscular build that he normally displays with a firm stance. He has thick scaring on his face, neck, and left side. His ears are severely punctured and slit, with his left ear having the worst of it by missing its whole top. Akin keeps his nails well-kept, and coat groomed. Personality: Akin is an incredably strategic dog. His temper has gotten the better of him more times than he would like to admit, but life is tough for small dogs like him. His trust is hard to gain; however, he is ferociously loyal ounce it is. He has a phobia of loud, booming noises, so thunderstorms are a no-go for him. He doesn't like to show this, however, so he normally goes someplace distant to hide during them. (Good: Strategic, Loyal. Bad: Temper, Distrusting. Neutral: Phobia of loud booming noises.) History: (Hidden For Convenience. Seriously, it's long. Also, Trigger warning for blood, dog fighting, and animal abuse) He knew other dogs were around him. They barked and howled through the night. He was scared and hungry, unable to get any form of sleep in the unfamiliar environment. They starved his siblings and him. Only giving them food once every few days. He came to know that the humans wanted them weak. Wanted them defenseless. After a while, he became accustomed to the constant pain in his stomach. Oddly the single consistency became a comfort to him. Sometime later, after he and his siblings had grown far too large for their already cramped cage, his largest brother was taken. He didn't see him again after that. Gone suddenly, and abruptly. He never got to say goodbye. He knew that his brother was dead. He saw the other dogs brought in and out of the back room. The ones that were lucky enough to be brought back were bloody and holding on to an inch of life. He vowed he would not lose the one family member he had left. When the human returned days later, he was ready. The moment the cage door opened he leaped forward, jaws snapping. His teeth clamped down on the outstretched hand. Holding tight, Akin shook his head with all his body weight behind it. His brother darted out of the cage behind him. The man yelled and punched Akin in the head hard. His vision swam, but his bite held. He watched his brother frantically sprint past the other cages. The other hounds snarling and biting at the bars as he passed. Akin knew pain. It was an odd comfort of repetition for him. He knew he could handle the man's blows. Where his will was strong though, his body betrayed him. His vision went dark. He woke in his cage alone. Surprised that he wasn't killed, but not thankful for it. He was alone here now. Something he thought he would be ready for, but no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the solitude ate him whole. The next evening he was greeted by the formerly bitten human. A bandage wrapped his hand. A sting of pride zipped through Akin's heart for that. The man held in his off-hand a long pole with a loop attached at the end. Another man joined his side fashioning a similar device, but his lacked the loop. Akin soon found the use of said instrument when the ladder man stuck it through the side of the cage. Akin went to bite it but instead received a strong shock from the end of the prod. He yelped in pain as his body convulsed and dropped to the cage's floor. He panted in pain as the cage door opened. The looped stick was stuck through the opening and tightened around his neck. He was dragged out and toward the double doors. He managed to regain some motor function and started to pull against the restraint. The rope just got tighter. The man tugged forcing him forward. The bright lights of the other side shocked his eyes. When they adjusted he saw rows of humans gathered around a circular structure in the center. He was shoved through, neck relaced from the tight hold of the rope. Akin whipped around to run back, but a gate closed behind him. Trapping him here in the center of the ring. Humans screamed and cheered at him. His ears were pinned down in an intimidated stance. No matter how badly he wanted to be brave he couldn't help but shake. Where he stood he could see walls all around him. Then toward the center of the circle, a low chainlink gate stretched through the middle. Cutting the ring into equal half circles. His attention was snapped to the opposite wall as an opposing gate was opened. A young malinois was being pushed in. The fellow dog snapped and jerked as two men, each holding their own rods that looped around his neck, shoved him into the final stretch of the gate. The gate banged behind the malinois. The crowd cheered. Once out of sight, the other dog transferred his aggressive demeanor to Akin. Akin took a few steps back. The malinois stepped forward, teeth bared. Drool dripped from his teeth as he snapped. A human stepped up to the side of the ring and lifted his hand in the air. He held an odd device in it. Then, the device gave a loud bang as the barrier between Akin and the malinois was ripped away. The other dog leaped forward. Putting all his strength of his body in his legs, Akin lunged to the side dodging the ferocious jaws. The crowd booed. Akin ran as fast as his limbs would take him. The larger malinois gave chase, nipping at his heels. He knew he couldn't outrun him, so using all his force he ran into the wall bouncing off the side and changing his course at the last moment. The malinois, close behind, slammed into the barrier. Not having been able to stop. The malinois shook his head and faced back to Akin. Akin, however, had already turned back around. His mouth clamped on the lower throat of the malinois. This enraged the other dog. The malinois reared back causing Akin's paws to leave the ground. Then slammed Akin against the wall; knocking the breath out of the smaller dog. Akin lost his grip. The malinois latched down on his left side. Shaking Akin wildly. Akin kicked down with his front paw and scratched the malinois right across his closest eye. He was dropped. The other dog yelped. Akin went for their belly. His small stature allowing him easy access. He clamped down hard, tearing wildly. Blood flowed across his face drenching his fur. The other canine kicked and bit down at Akin scratching his face and rear, but unable to find a good enough hold. Akin kept biting, pulling away bits of skin and meat. The malinois finally found hold of his hind leg. Ripping him out from under him and tossed him across the ring. The malinois limped toward him. Jaws snapping. A bloody trail dripping behind; a rope-like object hanging from his belly. Akin stumbled to his paws though his legs wavered. He snapped back, his mind blank with adrenaline. The malinois lept forward, grabbing hold of Akin's snout. Akin struggled as he felt his bones crushing under the weight of the other dog's jaws. The malinois released and bit, released and bit. Each time tearing more of Akin's skin away. The smaller dog kicked and thrashed until his paw caught hold of something slick and warm. He pulled. The malinois released, but did not go back to reattach. It fell, panting and howling in pain. Akin stood still, not knowing what to do now that the fight had stopped. He watched the other animal lay, heaving for breath. Blood pooling and staining the dirt beneath them. Akin was snapped out of his morbid trance when a group of humans suddenly flooded into the room. Chaos ensued. Loud bangs and screams rang through the air. Humans dressed in black armor flew into the crowd of previous spectators. The loud bangs continued. Humans on both sides fired their odd tools at one another. Some people were tackled. Others managed to flee. Akin, only remembers looking back down at the now-dead malinois. Gods did his body ache. Then everything went black. He was thrown into limbo once more. He awoke to another cage. His head was groggy and his side sore, but he was breathing. Looking around he found himself across the way from another dog, a Leonberger if he wasn't mistaken. Caged off in a cell much like his. Time flew by in this place. He was fed twice a day. his wound looked after. He didn't know what to make of his new prison, but it was at least kinder than his last. He had spent three years here. The humans called him Akin. He didn't have a title before and didn't know what else to address himself as, so it stuck. Peace did not last, however. He was drugged and sent off to yet another unknown place. He woke to an island filled with other dogs. He soon found that a hierarchy was in place. So, to keep the prospect of his own prosperity in tack, he began to befriend dogs. The social learning curve was tough, but he was determined. Some he won over with charm while others simple bribes. A rat here, better bedding there. He had managed to make a name for himself. One that kept him alive even through Tulio's reign. When Vagari came to power, he managed to convince her to consider a spot for him on the council. His argument being it would be beneficial for the smaller breeds if they had one of their own looking out for their interest. Other: N/A Password: "Biscuit" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Picture in Spoiler)  Age: 5 yo 2 mo Rank: Watcher Gender: Male, goes by he/him pronouns Orientation: Panromantic, Polyamorous. He just has a lot of love to go around Physical Description: Bear sits at a whopping weight of 175 lbs and a shoulder height of 33in. Slightly larger than average for a Leonberger. His thick coat bore an amber color with brown, black, and cream accents. He shows aging with mild specks of grey on his flank and around his face. His hazel brown eyes droop, holding a kind understanding to them. His long coat's quality has dropped slightly upon arriving at the ruins. His once adequately groomed and washed fur now held a few painful mats that he struggled to reach with his size. Personality: Bear's demeanor is as such, well-meaning and playful, but not the brightest. He embodies himbo in the truest sense. He is always willing to lend an ear if you need to talk. Sometimes even managing to say something inspiring if the cards play out right. He always says what he means, and doesn't like keeping secrets. His hips ache most days, so he doesn't run as much as he once did. He is still more than happy though for a playful tussle. His size makes him a slight bit clumsy, and more often than not he invades others space not realizing it. He means well though. (Good: Freindly, playful, honest. Bad; Poor lier, mildly dim-witted, clumsy. Neutral: Achey hipps make him less energetic.) History: (Trigger warning for animal abuse and child abuse) Simple things did have to end though. His siblings were taken away one by one. A stranger claiming one every so often till only he and two others remained. A young couple picked him. They brought him away from his home into a new one that held a small screaming human pup. He spent these days with the human pup pulling at his fur and playing with him. He liked the attention enough, but he would wish they would be more gentle. As time passed he grew, and he grew big. The young human soon rode his back, kicking his sides as he raced across the backyard. He was happy for the play. He would often sprint through the field, tackling the male human known as Jeffery. He would always be scolded for it after but he couldn't help himself. He was just to happy. He loved the small human the most. The bigger humans called her Jainey but he called her peanut butter after the favorite snack they both shared. They slept in the same bed, ate at the same times, bathed in the same tub. They were inseparable. The morning started like all others. Peanut butter and he would wake to the female human Amber flicking on the light. He would stretch and give peanut butter her good morning kisses. She would giggle, and his tail would wag. They would go downstairs for food and tv time. Then to the backyard for play. They rolled in the dirt. explored under furniture. messed with Jeffrey. It was heaven. But today was different, today grandma came to visit. She was a frail woman that used a cane to help her walk. Her hands were adorned in a multitude of rings. Some sporting precious gems, others simple bands. She always smelled of strong floral perfume. It made his eyes water with its intensity. She greeted Jeffrey and Amber. Then down to Peanut butter. Bear went in for a hello hug but was pushed away, and scolded for jumping up. The humans talked in their garbled language. Bear manage to make out a few things, but nothing that took his interest. He simply rejoined his play with Peanutbutter. Grandma made her way over some time later. She spoke with Peanutbutter trying to get her to follow her somewhere else. Bear thought from the words he could catch that she wanted Peanutbutter to do something for her. As the conversation went on however, Peanut butter seemed to be getting more and more upset. When Peanut butter got to herbreaking point she started to scream at her Grandmother. At the sudden tantrum the elder woman did the unthinkable. She slapped Peanut butter across her mouth. One of her many rings managing to cut Peanut butter's upper lip. Blood dripped down the young child's chin as she let out a soft wimper. Bear saw red. He lept forward and clamped down on the Grandma's lower forearm and wrist. The frail old woman's knees buckled as she howled a shrill scream. At the scream he released. Now realizing what he had done. He had never bitten a human before. Not out of anger at least. During play he might nipp at one, but never a full bite out of furry. He tried to lick the elder's wound in apology, but she slapped him away with her cane. The old bat blubbering for Jeffrey to come and deal with his hellhound. The two humans ruched over. Amber hurriedly lead Peanut butter and Grandma into the house. Bear was left with Jeffrey. The man looked down at Bear with intence rage. Bear's tail wagged slowly, and his head hung low. A submissive gesture to let Jeffery know he respected him and was sorry. Jeffery's anger would not be cooled by this act however. He raised a hand to Bear. Striking him a few times on his flank, then dragged him to the side of the house to be chained. He could hear the larger humans argue through the evening. Bear was left outside the whole night. No warm bed to dream in with his beloved Peanut butter. When the sun rose Bear was brought into the car. He didn't get to greet Peanut butter like he did most mornings. He hated the car. It caused him terrible nausea. Jeffery climbed into the driver's seat. Amber stayed behind watching from the kitchen window. Still no Peanut butter. Bear knew something was amiss but the couldn't wrap his head around it. They pulled up to a large brick building where two unknown humans stood outside. Both held large sticks with loops at the end. They approached the car as Jeffery shifted it into park. Jeffery opened the door as one human looped the stick around Bear's neck, then the second human followed in tow. Bear didn't fight then. Why would he? He was leash and collar trained. One human then pulled out a muzzle, looping it around Bear's mouth. Bear tried to avoid it at first but gave in after the persistence of the human. They brought him into a room filled with barking dogs. All of them sang to his arrival. This made him pause. Jeffery wasn't behind him anymore. Bear looked back to see him standing at the entrance speaking with another unfamiliar human. Bear sat not wanting to go further. The two humans pulled the poles. The ropes tightened around his throat as they did. He stood struggling for breath. Now he was really panicked. He reared backward and bolted for Jeffery. The two humans losing their grip at the sudden direction change. Jeffery turned to him and closed the door to the entrance. Bear slammed into the glass. He made a pitiful wine as he looked up at his human. Not knowing why he was betrayed. Why he was left alone here? The two strangers from earlier managing to finally catch up bent down and grabbed the poles. This time they dragged him. Bear slid and wined but was inevitably led into a cage and released. He spent the first few days just laying there. He didn't sleep. He didn't eat. All he wanted was his Peanut butter. But they never came. He watched dogs come and go. He never did though. Humans would look at him and coo, but once they would read that he was aggressive they would leave. After a month or two Bear got a dog across the way. He was battered and Covered in gauze. Over the years they spent together they never really talked much, but he found comfort in the familiarity. He was chosen however to be thrown into chaos once more. The humans drugged and brought to somewhere new. A place where he could run free. Tulio's reign was difficult, but he never bothered Bear much. He wanted to be a watcher, so that is what he got. Bear wasn't suited to be a fighter or hunter. His mild temperament made him to kind for it. He instead spends his days watching the sky. It is peaceful enough for the old dog. He doesn't really need to watch the clouds to know when a storm is coming though, his aching hips let him know when one is near, but he likes the view anyway. He likes to think of simpler times. He likes to think of home. The human Jainey (Peanut Butter): The daughter of his human owners and Bear's best friend. Currently alive Hazel: Bear's mother. Currently alive Rusty: Bear's father. Deceased Daisy: Bear's eldest sister. Currently alive Flinn: Bear's Elder brother. Also the biggest of the litter. Currently alive Hope: Bear's younger sister. Currently alive Angel: Bear's younger sister. Deceased Luna: Bear's younger sister. The runt of the litter. Currently alive Other: N/A Password: "Biscuit" |
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