Post by Deleted on May 18, 2013 11:10:26 GMT -5
DARLA!
darla is joining us from england. this four year old is going to celebrate her next birthday on march 30th. she's usually very rude, taunting, talkative and is really quite good at fending for herself. their problem is with making new friends. tsk tsk. welcome to MADNESS, hun.
full name: darla
breed face: white swiss shepherd
member group: house-pet
age: four
likes: hurting other canines, exploring, fighting
dislikes: have someone one-up her, being hungry, getting her pelt dirty
personality:One once said that Darla looked as cold and uninviting as the icy snow-colored pelt on her back. Others said that the iciness had seeped much further than that. The iciness enclosing her heart, gripping it so tightly, and squeezing all warmth out of it. All those kind words or all the nice things she could have done frozen through and through, never allowed to escape from the deep abyss in her chest. The coldness almost seems to be suffocating at times, mainly the reason Darla lets it seep out into her words. No, the canine was not born this way, she was raised to be the way she is. The cold, heartless manner was not within her while she was a puppy. No, her parents, more like her father, etched it into her very being to be the way she is.
That aside, it is very difficult to describe Darla. Mostly because her traits go a lot deeper than something as simple as 'mean' or 'rude'. Honestly, she's a very complex soul, a troubled one at that. At a very young age she was taught to be a certain way, and now, well, she still embodies it. One of Darla's main traits is merciless. It's not to say that's she's cruel, because she's not. She just feels that if someone gives her a reason to do something, they shouldn't be given second chances. Darla lives religiously by the saying, 'You reap what you sow.' Basically, she feels that if somebody does something stupid, they're willingly giving themselves up to the consequences that are sure to come. And if Darla has anything to do with it, they will come.
Darla is quite the spitfire, as well. Rage and aggravation are common traits that course through her, and boy does she know how to use them to her advantage. She's always coming up with snarky comebacks, aiming to hurt dog's feelings. That's one of Darla's greatest enjoyments, making dog's feel bad. She's magnificent at pinpointing somebody's greatest weakness, and she'll play it into hurting them. She just has an eye for one's pain, and she can find it pretty quickly. On no circumstance would she ever let somebody get out of her gripping talons. Because if she never hurt anybody, she would have absolutely no fun in life.
history:Darla was the result of an unplanned breeding. Not unplanned on her father's part, but unplanned by her mother and masters.
Freeze was a good dog, for the most part. She did everything her master's told her to do, and even more. See, she was a seeing eye dog, and she was trained to take care of her master's child. The girl was a small, fragile thing, and just by pure instinct, Freeze knew that the female couldn't see a thing. Why else would she always have her hands out, like she was searching for the things her eyes would never be able to see. It was needless to say, but she loved her masters and child. They treated her well and she had a sheltered place to sleep every night.
After a year for working with them was Freeze allowed to go exploring in the woods behind her shelter. She was taught that when she heard a specific kind of whistle, she was to come back home, and she did. On one afternoon of exploring in the woods, she caught the scent of a male, and before she knew it, he was on her. He did terrible things to her, and while this was going on, her master's whistle sliced through the air. After several hours of no response from Freeze, her masters went searching for their lost dog in the woods, and it didn't take long for them to find her. She had lost patches of her hair, and blood seemed to stain all of her white coat. They brought her to the vet and she was seen to.
A month later, Darla was completely healed, beside the few bald spots that covered her flanks, but she knew they would grow back soon enough. But, Darla was beginning to feel a little weird, and she didn't know what the cause of it was. Eventually, her masters brought her back to the vet and they found out Darla was pregnant. Pregnant by the scoundrel that had done all those terrible things to her. Already she had begun to feel hatred for the tiny bundles growing inside of her. Honestly, she knew it wasn't the puppies faults, but she couldn't help but feel the way she did. Every day they would remind her of that terrible day in the woods, and she just wouldn't have that.
Two months later, Freeze gave birth to two puppies, both girls. As soon as she saw them, she knew the hatred she thought she would have for them would never be there. She was a mother now, and she would love her children like a mother should. They were both healthy, and ironically, the same size. They were twins, and Freeze knew that they would always be close. After a full day of consideration on their names, she finally came up with two: Darla and Jodi. They didn't really have any meaning, but Freeze thought they were pretty names, so that was that.
After a month of Darla and Jodi being alive, they were aloud to go outside. They were three weeks old, therefore they were old enough to walk and could talk. Well, talk a little bit. It was a nice day, and Freeze decided she would work on her beauty sleep. Even though before she had started to doze off, she warned the two pups to stay well away from the woods, Darla decided she wanted to check them out anyways. Nothing would happen, she was almost sure of it. After a few minutes of sniffing around the edge of the throng of trees, she slowly started padding farther and farther into the woods. It was only after she couldn't see her shelter anymore that she realized she was lost. So, she did the only thing she knew to do: she st5arted wailing.
After several minutes of nonstop wailing, she jumped, nearly tripping over her paws, at a male's voice. "Honestly, child, if you keep that up, you'll attract every predator in the forest." The male was very big, and he looked almost identical as her. "Now I suggest you come with me." He turned to walk away, only looking over his shoulder to say, "Unless you want to be eaten' by all those nasty predators I mentioned earlier?" It didn't take long for Darla to catch up with him. After what seemed like forever of walking, they eventually approached a small cavern, a suitable enough looking shelter. This, he wold her, was where she would live from now on. When she started to say something about wanting her mama, he immediately cut her off with a cuff to the ear, telling her she didn't have mothers here.
Darla didn't know this male's name for months of living with him, but he surely knew hers, and it was almost as if were abusing it. See, he didn't just abduct her, he made her his slave. Every day, when she went to bed, she was even more exhausted than the previous day, and so on, and so on. In the beginning, his tasks seemed to be horrible, cruel even, but Darla did them regardless. She felt a connection to him, and she couldn't explain why. Why she would be doing this for such a cruel male. By then, she was grown enough, and he had taught her enough about fighting and hunting, that she probably could have just walked off and be perfectly fine on her own, but she knew she wouldn't. This male was toughening her up, and she wanted to learn more from him.
When Darla was about nine months old, the male finally revealed to him who he really was. He called Darla out of the cavern one evening and told her to sit down, he had something to tell her. "Darla, I know you've been living with me for most of your life, and I know I haven;t been completely honest, but that was only because I didn't know if I could trust you. Now, I know I can. You will do anything for me, and I will do anything for you, I want you to know this. But I also know you will be upset with me when I tell you this, but I want to let you know I'm sorry." He paused for a great while before finally continuing, "I am your father, Darla. My name is Storm. Your mother probably never talked about me much, and I don't blame her. What I did to her was pretty terrible, but it was essential. I needed offspring. I needed somebody that could bear their own young and pass down what I have taught you."
From that day on, nothing was the same between Darla and Storm. He could trust her, but could she really trust him? It was a difficult decision, but when she was a year old, she finally made up her mind. She couldn't. Darla would be leaving her father and searching for a new life. She told him goodbye, and that whenever she did bear her own young, she would teach them their ways, but she just couldn't stay with him any longer. She didn't know where she was going to be going.
From that day on, she remained a loner, never feeling the need for companionship. Or the need for a pack. She fought all her own battles, and over the years hardened, turning herself into the dog her father always dreamed about.
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It was early in the day when Damsel first opened her eyes. She had been curled in one of the many corner in the abandoned warehouse, and upon waking up, she felt very stiff and groggy. The young female hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, due to staying up late with the rest of her packmates and not being able to get into a comfortable position after she had found a vacant place to sleep. It wasn't unusual for this to happen to Damsel, mostly because she was still used to sleeping in her housefolk's child's bed. The soft mass of the bed was a completely different sensation than having to sleep on the floor, and honestly, it made the young canine nervous and feel very unsafe throughout the night. Damsel still wasn't used to sleeping in this new territory, and quite frankly, she didn't think she would ever be used to it.
Finally, the brown and black female dragged herself to her feet, and bending down, she stretched out her stiff joints, hearing them all give out protestant moans. Shaking the debris that clung to her pelt, she started down the hall, not stopping to say hello to any of her packmates, much less tell them where she was heading. Damsel decided she would take an off day, finally. Ever since the pack leader had given her permission to join the Cesavias pack, she had done her best to do the best she could. She had been appointed as a Huntress, and every day she had brought back at least two items of nicely-sized fresh kill. So, not only has Damsel been running herself ragged, but her sleep had been interrupted nightly by her uncomfortable conditions. Her day off would be greatly needed.
It didn't take her long to figure out where she would be heading after she left the warehouse. Damsel had only been there a few times since the humans left the area, but every time she went there, she seemed to love it more and more. Hell, maybe she would find something in there that was soft, something she could bring back to the warehouse. It would definitely help out in the long run. But quickly after that idea formed in her head, she shook it out. She wasn't a pampered pet anymore. She was a wild dog now, and she couldn't go around living in the luxuries of those dogs. That wasn't apart of her life now, and she would just have to get used to is. Honestly, Damsel didn't know how she was going to accomplish that in the long run, but hey, at least she was attempting to prove herself to her packmates.
On the trail that led to the mall, she decided she would go off of it slightly, searching for some kind of food that would satisfy her rumbling stomach. Putting her nose in the air, Damsel took a large breath, letting all the scents tingle in her nose. Within a matter of seconds, she sought out a nicely sized rodent and she stalked it accordingly. The rodent didn't hear or see her at first, she made sure of that, but when she had to break away from the cover she had taken, it bolted, trying to escape. Damsel took off after it, her long strides outmatching it greatly. Pouncing on it, her paws landed on it's back with great precision, breaking it's spine. Bending forward, she gave it the killing bite, also putting it out of it's misery. It didn't take her long to finish it, eating the rodent in a few famished gulps.
Once Damsel was done with her meal, she run her tongue along her jowls, ridding it of all the blood that had drizzled onto it throughout her meal. Kicking dirt over the meatless skeleton, Damsel headed back to the trail that would take her to the mall. The big building wasn't very far from her pack's territory, but since she had gotten a slightly late start and she had decided to hunt on her way there, she didn't arrive until about midday. When she did finally arrive, though, her tongue was lolling out of her mouth and she was panting only slightly. The spring wind was cool against her pelt, but having the sun bore down on her back the whole time she had been walking, heated her a little.
The sight of the mall, though, had given her a new energy. Trotting towards the building, she entered it without pause and headed up the unmoving stairs, knowing exactly where she wanted to go first. It was a large room with what seemed like an endless amount of tables, each having two or four chairs set up around them. Without the humans here, though, the chairs and tables were in a disarray, some tables flipped over, and some chairs laying on their sides. Damsel didn't really care about these things of course, but that was mainly because she had no use for them. She knew that humans had sat around the table in the chairs, and that's where they ate, but a canine had the ground and that was good enough.
After her slightly examination of the room, she sniffed in as much air as she could possibly hold in her two lungs. All the food that had once been here was, obviously, wiped out by all the other canines, but she could still smell all the meat that had been cooked in this room. Maybe she really could still smell it, or it was her imagination, but it made drool drip slightly from her mouth. Her stomach was completely rule from the rodent, but cooked meat and raw meat were two different things, and Damsel would have to say she preferred cooked meat, no matter what her ancestors ate before humans came along. But, shaking herself out of her revere, she realized she had been standing in the middle of the room, slightly drooling and sniffing the air like there was no tomorrow. Slightly embarrassed, she started off in a light gallop towards the areas that had the miniature rooms, the rooms that held all the cool things.
Finally, the brown and black female dragged herself to her feet, and bending down, she stretched out her stiff joints, hearing them all give out protestant moans. Shaking the debris that clung to her pelt, she started down the hall, not stopping to say hello to any of her packmates, much less tell them where she was heading. Damsel decided she would take an off day, finally. Ever since the pack leader had given her permission to join the Cesavias pack, she had done her best to do the best she could. She had been appointed as a Huntress, and every day she had brought back at least two items of nicely-sized fresh kill. So, not only has Damsel been running herself ragged, but her sleep had been interrupted nightly by her uncomfortable conditions. Her day off would be greatly needed.
It didn't take her long to figure out where she would be heading after she left the warehouse. Damsel had only been there a few times since the humans left the area, but every time she went there, she seemed to love it more and more. Hell, maybe she would find something in there that was soft, something she could bring back to the warehouse. It would definitely help out in the long run. But quickly after that idea formed in her head, she shook it out. She wasn't a pampered pet anymore. She was a wild dog now, and she couldn't go around living in the luxuries of those dogs. That wasn't apart of her life now, and she would just have to get used to is. Honestly, Damsel didn't know how she was going to accomplish that in the long run, but hey, at least she was attempting to prove herself to her packmates.
On the trail that led to the mall, she decided she would go off of it slightly, searching for some kind of food that would satisfy her rumbling stomach. Putting her nose in the air, Damsel took a large breath, letting all the scents tingle in her nose. Within a matter of seconds, she sought out a nicely sized rodent and she stalked it accordingly. The rodent didn't hear or see her at first, she made sure of that, but when she had to break away from the cover she had taken, it bolted, trying to escape. Damsel took off after it, her long strides outmatching it greatly. Pouncing on it, her paws landed on it's back with great precision, breaking it's spine. Bending forward, she gave it the killing bite, also putting it out of it's misery. It didn't take her long to finish it, eating the rodent in a few famished gulps.
Once Damsel was done with her meal, she run her tongue along her jowls, ridding it of all the blood that had drizzled onto it throughout her meal. Kicking dirt over the meatless skeleton, Damsel headed back to the trail that would take her to the mall. The big building wasn't very far from her pack's territory, but since she had gotten a slightly late start and she had decided to hunt on her way there, she didn't arrive until about midday. When she did finally arrive, though, her tongue was lolling out of her mouth and she was panting only slightly. The spring wind was cool against her pelt, but having the sun bore down on her back the whole time she had been walking, heated her a little.
The sight of the mall, though, had given her a new energy. Trotting towards the building, she entered it without pause and headed up the unmoving stairs, knowing exactly where she wanted to go first. It was a large room with what seemed like an endless amount of tables, each having two or four chairs set up around them. Without the humans here, though, the chairs and tables were in a disarray, some tables flipped over, and some chairs laying on their sides. Damsel didn't really care about these things of course, but that was mainly because she had no use for them. She knew that humans had sat around the table in the chairs, and that's where they ate, but a canine had the ground and that was good enough.
After her slightly examination of the room, she sniffed in as much air as she could possibly hold in her two lungs. All the food that had once been here was, obviously, wiped out by all the other canines, but she could still smell all the meat that had been cooked in this room. Maybe she really could still smell it, or it was her imagination, but it made drool drip slightly from her mouth. Her stomach was completely rule from the rodent, but cooked meat and raw meat were two different things, and Damsel would have to say she preferred cooked meat, no matter what her ancestors ate before humans came along. But, shaking herself out of her revere, she realized she had been standing in the middle of the room, slightly drooling and sniffing the air like there was no tomorrow. Slightly embarrassed, she started off in a light gallop towards the areas that had the miniature rooms, the rooms that held all the cool things.
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