Post by silhouette on Nov 11, 2012 11:25:05 GMT -5
Name:
Kiara
Age:
4.5 years
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Breed- Greater Swiss Mountain Dog
Kiara stands at approximately 24 inches at her shoulders and weighs roughly about 80 pounds, depending on the season. She has her breed's classic coat coloring and markings with a large patch of white on her chest and two white socks on her front feet. A small blaze runs down her face and her eyes have an alluring caramel hue. Kiara would only appear threatening to smaller dogs, but not to any larger breeds because of her average size. She has some hard packed muscle under her glossy coat but not enough to look overly stocky. Her legs are covered with numerous scars from a terrifying ordeal from her past.
Personality:
Adventurous- Kiara lives off of adrenaline and simply loves exploring new territories. Her sense of adventure makes her a little too curious and mischievous at times and is usually what gets her into trouble. She believes in living life to the fullest and wants to see it all.
Cunning- With all the trouble she gets into exploring, she's become very sly and clever. She is fairly knowledgeable and is very slippery with words. Quick-witted and wily, you don't want to get into a sticky situation with her unless you're on her side.
Seductive- One of her worst qualities in her eyes, but one of her best ones in other dog's eyes. She has very little self-control and falls hard for a lot of studs. Kiara really knows how to catch another dog's attention and loves to flirt.
History:
Kiara was born in a simple, plain two-family condo with her only brother, Timber. The two puppies were well cared for by both families, usually alternating between them every other week. But, one day, when she was about three months old, the eldest son of the richer family whisked Kiara away in a dark, damp little crate. When she howled to be let out, he would poke her with some stick that make her fur stand on end and make all her muscles seize up. He only offered her water on occasion and never gave her any food. Soon the meager blanket she had as her only comfort became her new diet. Kiara fought the fuzzy darkness that would crowd her vision on some days, trying to find the will to keep going. Just when she was about to give in, a glimpse of light outside the cold bars that kept her locked in caught her attention. She watched the dwindling light all day, before a large human hand reached in and grabbed her.
Kiara tried to fight against its strong grasp, wriggling helplessly. But, her short-lived struggle exhausted her emancipated little body and she soon couldn't summon the strength to raise her head as the hand carried her towards an even brighter light. All she remembered now was a cold, steel table and the strange sharp objects that lay on it. For months she was lain on this table and abused, the white-hot pain that came with the instruments was unimaginably cruel and unforgiving. The human sliced the skin open on her legs everyday, laughing when she cried out of pain and misery, silently begging him for mercy. At the end of every session, he would shackle all four of her legs and cackle when she would collapse. On her stronger days she would hear the cries and squeals of more dogs and they would lull her into a restless sleep.
And then, the human just vanished. Gone. No trace of where he had gone. It took Kiara a few days to find the strength to stand and chew herself out of the ropes that were attached to the shackles around her legs. Once they were off, she staggered into the outside world, unsure of what lay outside after three years of being held captive in what she learned was an abandoned warehouse. And then, she started her life for truly the first time, at three years old.
