[lets watch the] SKY!

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[atrb=background,http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad340/Toki_Graphix/Posting%20Tables/Skyler---Dalmation.png] [scrolly:h(500),w(420),sy] love goes by [ Skyler ] only one name and enunciate [ As Spelled ] her lyrics but there is another [ Sky ] way to her heart a striking [ 3 years old ] young lady unmistakably [ XX ] feminine with nothing more [ Dalmatian ] then purest blood [ blue blue sky ] Skyler is one of those simple dogs, nothing different from the rest. With collies you get different hues of merle, black, red, blue. With Dobermanns, you still have variety. With Skyler, you have white with black spots. In a way, it could be a blessing. But for her, for her breed, it's just a curse. There's no variations, she's just like her brothers and sisters. Just like her father. Just like her mother. The only thing that could separate her from the lines is that her tail is docked, her eyes are blue, and her size is small. The life of a stray has deemed her stout and thin. Sure, small muscles create nice curves for her body, but when set next to the average-st of Dalmatians, she's more then a few inches under the cut, and a whole lot more then a few pounds below what she should be. Beside this, her coat is short and relatively clean, even for a stray. Come to think of it, there is one other thing -other then her size- that could separate her from most Dalmatians; her spots are few and far between. Instead of being millions upon millions, all crowded together on her body, she has no more then thirty black splotches all together, spread out evenly over her torso, legs and ears. [ without a cloud in sight ] Sky is somewhat of an amazing creature, and trully brave. She's not adventures, but when confronted with danger or a vicious brute, she can find her way out, and isn't afraid to stick up for herself. She isn't fierce or unkind, but she isn't a push over either. When it comes to any emotions, Skyler is oblivious. She couldn't tell you what she's feeling, only that she is angry, happy, or sad. That's as far as her knowledge of emotions go. She can't read others, so she can hardly read herself. She doesn't understand love, but she's heard of it. She doesn't understand pure hatred, but she has felt it. Skyler has locked her heart and emotions in a place she can't seem to find, and she doesn't really care either. A short range of emotions, for her, means less to worry about. She never worries about finding a mate or grieving losses, and if she doesn't care about anything, she'll never have to experience them. So for the most part, Skyler is a stone-faced girl. Even if she was happy or sad, she wouldn't show it, or just couldn't show it. Even for her small size, this can be slightly intimidating; she's scared off several possible friends or mates before with this feature. Even if it hurts her, she just moves on. Next to this, Skyler can be protective and supportive. Several times she's stood up for a strange stray, and though the outcome may not have been good, she still gave it all her worth just to help them. [ to be tainted by the full moon ] When I was born, it wasn't like Heaven threw a party. I was the only one to live, and because of it, I was rejected at once. My mother didn't believe that I should deserve to live when my still born siblings couldn't. To her, I was a burden. A squirrel on the road of life. She didn't want to slow herself down or anything, she was a whore and liked playing around with the local male dogs. I was just an accessory. One night she had left to go have some "fun", and I was left in an alley. She always hid me away from the world when she went tramping around, she didn't want the males to know she had child. One night she came back, and I learned she hadn't been tramping around at all, this evening. She wreaked of blood and puppies, and I knew immediately I had been replaced. She told me I was unimportant to her now, and I was old enough to thrive on my own. She had only stayed a few minutes, staring at me like I Was dirt. I couldn't say I felt hurt, but I knew she would get what she deserved sooner or later, her and her God damn litter of five- all living. I wasn't sure how, but I was damn sure I was going to get her back for what she had done. So, began my life as a stray, alone in the world. I walked away from her like it was no problem, and she walked the other way, back to her litter. I cursed a plague on the six, and who ever had impregnated her. Along my journeys, I had met several companions, but none of them stayed long enough to leave an impression or a memory n me. Usually I scared them off, or I didn't trust them enough to let them stay with me. For the most part, I was alone, and I liked it that way. Near my second birthday, I was picked up by a group of humans who took me to their home and place a collar on me. I was fed, played with, and patted constantly. I was too shocked and bewildered to react, and as far as I could see there was no place to hide. I spent a couple months there, each day getting more and more comfortable. Finally, the last day I was there, one of the humans had left the door open. I hadn't been looking for a way out. I was pretty content there, food given to me, place to sleep. Life was great. I walked out the door though, just to wonder around a bit. I wasn't planning to stay out long. I was walking down the street until some large white van picked me up and took me to a brick building. I stayed there for a week before someone, as they called it, adopted me. We were walking out of the building when I took my chance and bolted as fast as I could towards where I thought my home was. It took me five days to realize I was lost. So then, I wasn't just a dog that was born into the feral life, I was really a lost pet. [/scrolly]

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