Post by D A PHNE. on Jul 24, 2010 10:59:34 GMT -5
, d a p n eeveryone calls me daphne around here, and its not hard to see that im obviously a female dog. its not hard to notice that my breed is a labrador x unknown and i'm aged around three and a half years.
appearance; lets begin with my eyes, like most canines my eyes are rather dull, and are hardly exciting at all, their colour is based upon a muddy brown found in dense swamps and what not, something beautiful to be compared too. And if you thought that was the most pathetic feature about me, you thought wrong- you see, some dogs have wonderfully patterned pelts, or a brindle fur that cascades over their whole body, and stunning posture, and yes, you get the point, but me? well, as a lab me posture has always been standard, nothing brilliant compared to certain breeds, but nothing too abhorrent [terrible], its always been a little lazy though, even if i do say so myself, ive never really wanted to stand out with broad shoulders and picturesque aspect; oh sorry i must be boring you, shall i move towards my shape and contours? If not im afraid that i must, you see my build is the spectacular thing about me, it just goes un-noticed. most canines are always too skinny, or overweight for their structure, but me, i seem under control, my rib cage is not jagged and breaking out of my skin roughly. instead its burrowed not to far from the surface, and my paws aren't far apart either, you see many over weight canines with their paws too far apart for them to handle, oh how time flys, it appears we have run out of time in this category about me, moving on.
personality; you sure seem interested, with all these questions amidst, but right now its all about my personality? well, i must say i do have a rather interesting personality. its all admix among its self and its what makes me be, me. if you must know, i appear to be alot more calm and timid than i actually am, once you strike a conversation with me you'll come to realize that i am one hot-headed female with a temper to please, admittedly i am extremely snarky, and vain. i mean, of course there's things i wish i could change but myself but for most of my life I've abided by one rule, and that's never change for anyone and i always thought that meant for me as well. but anyway, dont take it in a personal account but its all very true, i can be a bitch. but its not all like that, see, i only tell the truth, not exactly what you want to hear.
but i guess i can be a little bi-polar. my personality changes the way the wind direction does, randomly. its almost as if i can't help it; at one point i'll be a soul paper wrapped in all the hatred in the world, and when the layer is pulled at, and the present is shaken, i change into something [almost] beautiful. i suddenly ill become a different canine in a way only i could. now im leaving you hanging here-
history; i wont lie to you; because lying is just something i will not have anything to do with. i grew up as a normal dog would. born into a litter of three, four if the other wasn't born dead. i was the eldest, which made me exceptionally proud and i sought to be more intelligent from the rest, the rest being three brothers [ my sister was the stillborn ]. as soon as i could open my eyes [and before] i enjoyed spending time with them all; and for the first few weeks everything was utterly perfect, life was everything anyone could ever wish for. the only thing missing was my father, and my mother dare not speak of him. the information was kept in the dark until finally we were weaned from our mother, and my life took a turn for what seemed to be the worst. see, while we were all hiding under the shelter of park bench a canine approached; it was male, and he seemed worthy enough of my mothers attention considering her mood seemed to lighten. I didn't realize it was all an act until she gave me one, final look, and i read her lips as the world fed me silence '' i'll miss you dearest dapne ''. it was the first time she had ever spoken my name in weeks to be honest, i didn't mention it earlier but she had begun calling me darling and it had stuck, but anyway. those words were the last words i ever heard her speak, for this canine had swept me up quickly in his jaws, he was un-experienced, or maybe just un-caring, for his teeth pierced my skin as he carried me away. after what seemed like hours of trekking [by him] i was thrown onto the concrete in a rude manner, and he said "I am not your father young one, but i am your mothers mate. in order for her to stay alive, i must give you as a slave to an acquaintance of mine, im sorry it has come to this young one. but i love your mother, and i want her alive" i still remember the words as if it were yesterday. i dont quite remember what happened after that though, all i know is that his ' acquaintance ' never made it, but he left me there anyway, in hope that they would come. from then on i lived with anyone i would come across, for days, weeks, or months.
[ note; im sorry i didn't really abide by the normal form for characters at the beginning, and i didn't know if all things had to be over 200 words so i did it to be safe anyway; and i slacked off on my first bio, gah. sorry. xD ]
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