Post by MENTAL on Sept 4, 2009 20:26:44 GMT -5
three.female.australianshepherd
What you see
Well, my color is a mixture of things, blue, black, brown, white.. you name it. I'm still quite thin because of what the humans did to be but I've gained a lot of weight due to my ability to hunt and great senses. I usually get sheep off farms, they're so used to us dogs they're not as scared as some wilder things and you can get pretty close before they even realise what you're about to do. Anyway, I'm pretty muscled from all the hard work I did running away and fighting against those humans. But I'm not overly muscled. I'm built for agility and speed, capable of many things.
Me
I look after myself, I do not do things that'll cause harm to me because that would just be stupid and inconsiderate to myself. Though, I'm quite happy to do things to harm others, because they all seem to just deserve being harmed in one way or another. I can be nice though, when I feel like it. But that's not often at all. I have a cold heart and a cold soul and sill not let anyone get close to me. I never want to be turned into a slave like my parents, whether it be by a dog or a human.. I will not let it happen. I have seen too many bad things happen to others to let anything of that sort happen to me. That's why I'm always ready to defend myself and prefer to stay away from other beings. I won't even give them a chance to do anything to hurt me, its better if they just stay away from me altogether.
My Story
Well, to start with I was born on a farm. My mother found a nice spot among all the hay where she made herself a nice spot to give birth to all of us puppies. Well, all four of us. The fifth one died, sadly. My father was always out working on the farm for the humans while my mother stayed to take care of us but as soon as we were old enough she had to go with my father to work, leaving us puppies alone. Even when I'd been only a puppy myself I hated the way my parents seemed to have been treated as slaves! Do this! Do that! And all said and asked by whistling, a certain pitch means go this way, another pitch means go that way! It's immoral! I sneaked with them one day to watch, expecting something great. But no.
Since what the humans did and expected of my parents was just too unbearable for me I rebelled quite a bit when they started to attempt to train me as well, biting them and snarling whenever they got near. I didn't do anything they wanted and purposely did the opposite. This wasn't exactly the best idea on my part and I was warned by my parents but of course I did not listen. I was beaten daily, tied up short to a pole stuck in the ground away from food and water. Abused, that's what I was. Fucken humans. They forgot to keep tightening the collar though and I managed to slip out one day to run away as fast as they could. Dumbasses. Serves them right, to lose such a good dog as me. Only reason they didn't just shoot me was because of my breeding.
