Post by seriously on Jan 6, 2013 12:07:28 GMT -5
Name:
Paisley
Age:
5 Years
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Like a golden retriever, Paisley is lightly plumes and feathered all over her body, however, instead of being a golden color, the purebred flat coated retriever is covered with shiny pitch black fur.Standing at 21 inches tall, and weighing in at 52 pounds, Paisley is slightly smaller than others of her breed, but you shouldn't think of that size as a disadvantage. The eyes of the female are honey cored that brighten in Tue evening and nighttime hours when they transform into a pale yellow color.
Album:
<3
Personality:
depressed» pai is feeling the guilt of letting the child did even if there wasn't anything she could do about it, therefore she rarely smiles, or feels happy around kind canines
fierce» now that she has tasted blood, the female is not afraid to fight, actually, she genuinely enjoys the killing sensation
sensitive» it is very easy to tick her off, so anyone Round her must be careful with the way they play with words
insane» not much, but a tiny bit crazy, due to sleep loss considering her nightmares, as well as her mines speaking to herself
agile» for paisley, life is so much better when she runs, like the world disappears, so she constantly gallons around when she doesn't think anyone is watching
emotional» when pai is alone, she will look at her reflection, and cry, because her guilt eating her inside out, from the lives she could have saved
History:
The flat coated retriever was born to a large family of breeders in Russia, however, they were not terrible breeders. This family, known as the Mila' s, bred multiple breeds for hunting, as well as war dogs, also, a few were sold over the internet to compete in dog shows, they were never meant to be pets, nor would they be sold to any sort of delinquent, therefore the breeders were high ranking. Paisley was the smallest of the litter, yet, the smartest, but in a raid at the sanctuary, somehow Paisley got sold to a family of three, a very pregnant mother, a small child, and an abusive father.
Paisley quickly learned to avoid the large man, always drunken to an unimaginable point, continuously beating all of the females in the house, yelling constantly. So, she usually stayed under the bed in the young little human child, until she got a bowl of cheap dog food that was hard to chew with puppy teeth. It was hard growing up like that, but somehow Paisley managed, she got decently large and strong, no longer fitting under the bed, the therefore unable to hide from the fists and feet of father in a rage. Eventually she started to get considerably annoyed with her randomized beatings.
On a Saturday night, father came home smelling of pure liquor, calling the name of the little girl, words not understandable due to the slur. Instantly running and the black canine nudged her child up in attempt to warn her, Pai followed behind her, far behind, but this had gone beyond normal, something bad was about to happen, or had already happened, walking after the child, turning her gaze to find mother laying motionless on the kitchen floor, bruised, battered, and bloody. Tears strolled down the child's face at the horrendous sight just before her father raised his hand and struck the girl so hard it knocked her into the wall, falling to the floor with blood streaming from the wound in her head.
Kicking,punching,smacking and yelling at the child constantly, the canines jaw opened, clamping upon the man's arm, knocking him to the ground only to be beaten hherself, until the point she could hardly move, but she did only because she had the will to save the child that was breathing ever so shallow beside her, barking, and jumping once again, this time high enough to clamp upon his fat neck, not letting go until the pulse failed. After that, she lay her head on her child's small chest, feeling it slowly heave below her, for only a few minutes before coming to an end.
Paisley laid there for days until she made the decision to leave, to never loom back.
