Post by x-Wasabi-x on Aug 11, 2006 7:08:57 GMT -5
I am dubbed Dolphus
I am not yet two years of age
My gender is female, obviously
My coat be a pale colour though it has shades of darker grey through it
My orbs are odd, one is light brown and one is darker brown, giving me a look of unevenness
I used to act carefree like the puppy I was, though now I am so much more mature it's almost unnerving when others discover my true age being less then i seem
I am not pure wolf but close to it. My mother had a touch of dog in her
I have neither a side yet, for I have not chosen my alliance. Whoever takes me in will be my allies, whoever they may be.
My mother had a slight bit of dog in her which showed through. Often brutes would take advantage of her, until finally one managed to force her. That brute is my father.
I was raised by just my mother for the first three weeks of my life, then my father came back for us. I was the only surviving pup of three, and my father treated me cruelly. He weaned me off milk as soon as he could, taking me from my mother. I think afterwards my mother was forced too many times and eventually gave up, since when I asked what had become of her I was laughed at. When I was just a year old I began to be forced. I presume that was around when my mother died and the brutes replaced her with me. After getting forced for the third time, I attempted to run away. For a punishment, my father sent his beta's son to force me. We were around the same age, he was a bit older, and i had adored him. He had always told the others I wasn't just a play-toy. They hadn't listened, but i still trusted him. When he was told to force me he seemed afraid. He didn't want to hurt me. I told him it was okay but he said he couldn't. My father snarled at him and attacked him. I began to cry, that's when the young brute had realised why i didnt mind if he forced me. He forced me in front of everyone. It wasn't awful, not until a week or two later. I discovered I was pregnant. I didn't know what to do, I was too young to have pups, but there was nothing I could do. I told the young brute for I knew he was the father, and he smuggled me away from the pack one night. He then told me to run away. I told him to come with me but he refused. I am sure he is now dead. I carry his pups without even knowing his name. I feel broken inside. Broken forever.
I am not yet two years of age
My gender is female, obviously
My coat be a pale colour though it has shades of darker grey through it
My orbs are odd, one is light brown and one is darker brown, giving me a look of unevenness
I used to act carefree like the puppy I was, though now I am so much more mature it's almost unnerving when others discover my true age being less then i seem
I am not pure wolf but close to it. My mother had a touch of dog in her
I have neither a side yet, for I have not chosen my alliance. Whoever takes me in will be my allies, whoever they may be.
My mother had a slight bit of dog in her which showed through. Often brutes would take advantage of her, until finally one managed to force her. That brute is my father.
I was raised by just my mother for the first three weeks of my life, then my father came back for us. I was the only surviving pup of three, and my father treated me cruelly. He weaned me off milk as soon as he could, taking me from my mother. I think afterwards my mother was forced too many times and eventually gave up, since when I asked what had become of her I was laughed at. When I was just a year old I began to be forced. I presume that was around when my mother died and the brutes replaced her with me. After getting forced for the third time, I attempted to run away. For a punishment, my father sent his beta's son to force me. We were around the same age, he was a bit older, and i had adored him. He had always told the others I wasn't just a play-toy. They hadn't listened, but i still trusted him. When he was told to force me he seemed afraid. He didn't want to hurt me. I told him it was okay but he said he couldn't. My father snarled at him and attacked him. I began to cry, that's when the young brute had realised why i didnt mind if he forced me. He forced me in front of everyone. It wasn't awful, not until a week or two later. I discovered I was pregnant. I didn't know what to do, I was too young to have pups, but there was nothing I could do. I told the young brute for I knew he was the father, and he smuggled me away from the pack one night. He then told me to run away. I told him to come with me but he refused. I am sure he is now dead. I carry his pups without even knowing his name. I feel broken inside. Broken forever.