Post by Diesel on Dec 5, 2010 11:22:15 GMT -7
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name. Diesel
age. 2 years
gender. Male
species. Dog
breed. German Shepherd
appearance.
Diesel is a purebred German Shepherd, thus his markings do not stray far from their basic color and markings. He is what the breeders would consider a "blanket back". The black fur Diesel carries starts at the base of his neck and spreads further out down the back and over the top of the tail. The black does not cover his legs or stomach; it basically forms a blanket-like appearance on his back. His face has a splash of black, mostly around his eyes and ears. The rest of his coat is a deep tan/red color, even his underbelly. He has startling chocolate brown eyes, which change to a hazel color in the sunlight, and look black in the shadows.
Underneath that coat lies a strong, muscular male dog. His stance is typical of a German shepherd, with his back slightly sloped to give him a loping stride when he walks. Diesel has thin shoulders, but a broad chest which protrudes when he stands still. The paws are quite large, but they are beneficial to support his size and weight. His tail is average shepherd length, its fur fluffed out to make it look rounder and larger than it truly is. His teeth are stark white, but only due to his life before the wild, and that is sure to change quickly. He has a lolling pink tongue, and a solid black leathery nose, which looks quite large on his face. It accents his breed well though.
Word count: 246
history.
Could any dog have lived a better life? Diesel would be sure to say that his was without flaw. Born and raised in Germany, he was bred for perfection. They said he would be a show dog; his stance had to be perfect, and his coat needed just the right sheen to win the trophies so desired by his master. He was quickly sold, and was on his way training for competition. The praise that was expelled on his head told him of his quick learning and beautiful features. Diesel could not be happier. He won a few competitions along the way; though they were small it gave his master and him the confidence boost they needed. It was soon after that his master decided to show him in a competition over the ocean with incredible prize money, to prove that his bloodline was tops. Diesel grew excited and could not wait to meet this new place.
When they arrived in Montana, United States, it was an entirely new world. Though the weather was not too different, the land and terrain was varied, and the land stretched on for miles with nary a building in sight. But that did not bother Diesel. He was ready for this competition and would take it home in one paw. But, to his dismay and his masters', he lost by one place to another shepherd who barely passed him in quality and skill. Diesel's owner was not pleased, but he never took much notice of the scornful glances he passed Diesel's way.
After the competition ended, his owner placed him in the car like usual and began to drive. And drive. And drive. The excited young dog had no idea what was going on, and enjoyed sticking his head out of the window and feeling the cool fall breeze. The car suddenly stopped, jolting Diesel forward against the back of the front seat. Dazed, he looked around, and saw his owner drag him out of the car and throw him onto the dusty ground. Before Diesel could turn to follow his master like he was supposed to, the man screamed at him in German to stay. "Legen!" Instinctively the dog took to a lying position and stayed there as his owner drove away, never to return. Diesel sat there for a few days in hopes he would return, but eventually lost hope and began searching for a place that he could call his home. He was hopeful though, for his mentality was based on the idea that he was "indestructible".
Word count: 424
desired pack. Ninniach
starting post.
It was a crisp, cool day. The wind brought a deeper chill, but it left as soon as it came. Clouds hovered overhead, their bellies heavy with a coming snow, but patches of blue peeked through in hopes that the clouds would disappear and the sky could once again reveal its beautiful color. The grass was dry and crunched under paw. As another gust of chilly air breezed by, a figure turned itself against the cold. His fur was splayed out in different directions, clumps of dirt dried onto his once beautiful coat. Though his form was haggard, his eyes were alight with the prospect of adventure. He had not eaten in a few days, but that was perhaps due to the fact that his meals would not stay still. The world here was strange. No humans. No bowls. No shelter. Only the land that stretched out before him in an array of hills and plains that went on forever. Diesel was growing weary; he never thought that could happen.
It was not that he was truly invincible, or could survive without food and water, but his master taught him to think that way. That he was the best, the strongest, the most powerful of creatures and would not be easily defeated. The man never said that it was only in the game of competition that these traits applied, and so Diesel lived on with the assumption that he was all of these things. Thus, his happy demeanor. He thought that the world would give him what he needed, and without even asking. Now he was growing more and more weary, and less sure of his masters words. The food had legs, and disappeared at his approach. It was irritating, yet he prepared himself to learn this way of catching food.
As he walked along a narrow deer trail, he caught the scents of other dogs. His pace quickened, excited at the prospect of running into another of his kind. He felt so lonely; he hated loneliness. Grunting to himself against the slicing wind, Diesel made his way down the path. His erect ears perked up slightly, for there before him lay an old, run down house. Shelter! Tongue lolling, the shepherd took for the house without any thought of who might be around. As he neared the old home, he halted. His senses alerted him to the new smells again, only this time they were stronger. Much stronger. He snarled at the acrid stench, and reminded him of what the dogs at home used to do to the trees around their home. Diesels' eyes widened. This was a territory. He was not sure how to respond to the borders...it was fairly new to him. Silently he edged past the strong marker and sat down, ears and nose on the alert. Was this what he was supposed to do? He was not sure.
Craning his neck forward, he called out gently with his deep voice, the German accent still quite present. "Hello? Ist anyone there?"
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word count; 1147 total
muse; Pretty good
song of inspiration; "Through Glass" - Stone Sour
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