Post by 'Sanura on Apr 13, 2009 15:28:12 GMT -5
Namesake;; Freedom.
Friendly Relations;; Dom, Free.
Betrayed By My Scent;; Male.
Years Have Passed;; 3.
Not Your Ordinary Hound;; Border Collie.
Looks Aren't Everything;;
The Dog Behind The Fur;;
Years Of Fun And Pain;;
Look, Good, And Long;;
Just A Little Something Extra;;
Friendly Relations;; Dom, Free.
Betrayed By My Scent;; Male.
Years Have Passed;; 3.
Not Your Ordinary Hound;; Border Collie.
Looks Aren't Everything;;
Dom has long black and white hair. He has a ruff of white fur around his neck and on his belly, and back lower legs, his front legs are completely white with splashes of small black dots. On his back is a splash of black and his tail is completely black as well. His ears, face, and muzzle are all black except for a very thin white stripe running up the center of his face. His eyes are black. He is of a very lean build, and it's obvious he's very fast and also very strong. His breed was specifically built to herd cattle and sheep, which are not known for their intelligence nor their cooperation. Freedom is the epitome of a Border Collie.
The Dog Behind The Fur;;
Free has always been known for his lighthearted personality and his quick wit. He has outwitted many who would cause him harm. He is a very loving creature, but he is also shrewd and calculating. He knows when he's getting the short end of a straw, and that's when his amazing intellect becomes frightening. He loves to make friends, and makes them he does easily and quickly. Even in this cold harsh world of Sobibor, he can get past the barriers the wolves and horses here have erected. He would make a very good politician.
Years Of Fun And Pain;;
Freedom was born last in a very large litter. His mother and father were, of course, Border Collies, and they worked very hard. Freedom rarely saw or knew his parents, but being the youngest and the weakest of his siblings taught him how to survive. He had to fight, and outwit his older brothers and sisters just for his fair share of food their parents brought to them. None of the other dogs in the area thought weak little pup number 9 could ever survive much less amount to anything! He worked for every good thing he ever had. Soon, he was old enough and strong enough to be named. But on the day of his Namesake ceremony tragedy struck the tiny dog village where he they lived. A pack of wolves swooped down upon them, killed some and carried others off to be slaves. Freedom, who had been meditating in the woods before the ceremony, was the sole free survivor. He found his father's and mother's remains at the foot of their cave. The poor pup was despondent, but not even this horrible event could keep him from moving on, and working hard for the good things in life. He came away from this experience newly named, and with a purpose.
Look, Good, And Long;;
Just A Little Something Extra;;
I was so happy to finally have made it to this day. I never had doubts, but so many others had, and it felt good for once to have them congratulate me instead of condemn me. I've been meditating deeply these past few hours, trying so hard to set my new situation in life in place. I was no longer the runt, the unwanted. I was a full grown wolf, and through much hard work I was just as strong as any of my brethren, just as fast, and always much smarter. No need to dwell on that any longer, however, no need to dwell on the hurts of the past.
I walked until I came upon my village, and my eyes beheld something no dog should ever see. My family, my friends, all gone or dead! I ran through the little outcroppings of rocks and woods howling and barking in my dismay. My paws were stained with the blood that poured freely, and my nose was dismayed at the copper scent of it. I ran up to the place of my puppyhood, and I found my father and mother dead beside the entrance. I buried my head in my mother's fur, saddened that her strong spirit was gone. I believe I inherited my iron will from her. I went to my father and was about to honor him, when I saw his chest rise! It was so small I thought I was dreaming, but no! I saw it rise again, and then he opened his eyes! He looked up at me barely comprehending the mortal wounds he had been dealt. He wheezed and whispered something I could not make out. I drew closer and winced as I felt his hot breath ruffle my fur. He spoke,
"My son, the one who worked so hard for this day. I am sorry. You proved yourself worthy, and this is what fate has dealt you. I am dying so I can only give you this. Your namesake shall be Freedom, for your good spirit and hardwork has kept you free from the slavery that has now been imposed on your sister's and brothers. May you live happily with this name!"
This speech took so much strength from his body, his head immediately fell, and for a moment I thought he was dead, but no he still breathed. He would not let go so easily. I carried him inside our den and made him as comfortable as possible. Then I went outside and buried the dead.
My father died three days later. I buried him beside my mother and left my home forever. It was time to go out and earn my namesake. Freedom, freedom!
