Post by THE SNAKE DOCTOR on Jan 6, 2013 17:26:49 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/lil_angel107151/RivsTableMid1.png] [scrolly:h(75),w(182),sy] ### words, for no one, and i say i love you. |  | [atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/lil_angel107151/RivsTableMid3.png] [scrolly:h(300),w(185),sy] SET COPYRIGHT TO DAN NEWCOMB PHOTOGRAPHY. Used with permission. big wheels keep on turnin' , River. carry me home to see my kin , five years. singin' songs about the southland , male. i miss ol' 'bamy once again' , Timber Wolf. and i think it's a sin , homosexual. well i heard mister young sing about her , River is easily described as lanky; standing with long legs and a lithe, agile body. He has wide paws that look fairly out of place against his skinny body. His ears are fairly long for a wolf, sitting at the top of his head. He has a long, thin muzzle. Riv's fur is a dark black, with shades of lighter color running along his underbelly, chin, and tail. River has startling blue eyes. well i heard ol' niel put her down , on the outside, Happy is a word that anyone will tell you describes River. He's always got a smile on his face, a laugh bubbling in his chest, and playful wag of his tail. His bright blue eyes seem to glisten with joy all the time. The happy, playful energy that he exerts tends to rub off on others. Many will say that it's almost impossible to be sad around River. Open like a book, River's thoughts and feelings seem to always be out there for the world to see. He likes to share things, whether you want to hear them or not - and usually, you probably don't. He's so open and friendly, that it's hard to believe that he has any secrets. Promiscuity is such an interesting word. It's also something that River actively speaks of. The thing is, River is free for anyone to try at least once. Afterward, he does prefer it if he and his partner for the night remained friends - or more - but respects their decisions. However, he will never knowingly have a one-night-stand with anyone, and he makes sure that's laid out before the act. He's not into the whole hit-and-run thing. Selfish almost to the point of seeming like a spoiled child. The thing with Riv is, what's his is his, and what's yours is also his. As friendly a demeanor as he has, he doesn't always like to share things that he considers his. And although he doesn't mind helping others out, he won't do it if it will interfere with his own personal happiness. Eccentric to a fault, River is never boring. And this, of course, can be quite detrimental to any possible friendships. While I wouldn't call him 'loud' by any means, he is definitely not a quiet soul. He does quirky things, usually just to make others laugh, but also simply because he can do weird things. If somebody doesn't like it, who cares? He is very much the type to do anything daring, or just flat-out weird. And really, this one word, eccentric could easily be used to describe River's whole personality. Just simply... weird. beneath the surface, Depression runs rampant in every fiber of River's being. He's all smiles on the outside, but inside, there is a never-ending source of utter, sometimes crippling, pain. It's amazing the poor canine hasn't tried to kill himself yet. Even though most others would have easily moved on from what River experienced, the thing is, he can't move on. And it kills him slowly each day. Angry, like an explosion. While River tries very hard to keep himself under control, the simple fact is, he's angry. He wants to tear everything apart and never have to worry about anyone else again. He's tired of always being the shoulder to cry on, the one who bears everyone's burdens. He's sick of feeling used, like he's nothing more than a pack mule to carry along all the problems. There are days when he can control it, and days when the slightest of things will completely tick him off and cause a spark to light the fuse. Stressed to the point of seriously early greying around his muzzle. He needs a break, but he never gets one. River has kept a lot of things bottled up; he's kept quiet about his own personal feelings; he's set aside his own life for others; he's sacrificed everything that was him for his family, all while he was still so young himself. Bottom line, he is simply way too stressed out for a canine his age. at the core, A puppy is all that River is, when it truly comes down to it. He craves affection, attention, the knowledge that he is more than a pack mule. He needs to know that he's loved, that he's important. And just like a puppy, he needs rest. Rest from just everything. Alone - at least, that's the way he feels. River isn't sure why he feels this way, or even how this feeling came about, but no matter how many friends he has, he's never been able to feel a bond with anyone. Whether it's the simple fact that he doesn't feel like he's worth it, or just the fact that he finds it hard to connect with anyone, the bottom line is that he feels utterly alone in everything that he does. Hopeful despite all that's happened. Each night, River finds himself wishing upon the star that his younger sister will be well, that she won't die, that he and his family won't have to suffer through that again. Each night, he dreams of being able to go back in time and protect the ones he lost, thinking that maybe, just maybe, if he wishes hard enough it will come true. well i hope niel young will remember , While I'd love to sit here and type away about a happy life, with a wonderful, happy ending, that's not possible. This story starts off happy enough, but all good things must come to an end. River was born to a couple of Timber Wolves that were madly in love with the other. Varun was a medium-sized, friendly white wolf. He'd had an easy-going life, and dreamed for a big, happy family. Fudge was a sickly, scrawny black wolf with the most beautiful eyes Varun had ever seen. However, Fudge was also illegally owned by an old woman who'd always had a love of wolves. She found that Fudge was terminally ill, and simply couldn't resist her. Unfortunately, the woman didn't have a permit. But, there's a Black Market for a reason, right? So, Fudge was captive, and under the idea that she was only half wolf - that was the only way the woman could even somewhat legally own her. Varun was wild, and inherently skittish of humans. The two were able to speak through the fence of Fudge's backyard, but the slightest noise usually sent Varun back into the Alabama backwoods. One day, Fudge managed to escape. Her owner left the gate open by accident, and Fudge waited patiently until the elderly woman was gone before quickly making her way out of the small little county and into the woods, where Varun was waiting for her. And so, River's story begins. Two pups were born. One was stillborn, devastating everyone involved. However, they still had River, and they were damn sure they weren't going to lose him, as well. Though River was small for his species, he was strong. He was bouncy, and friendly, and was almost a mirror image of Fudge. The elderly woman kept River, as well, though it was difficult. River, unlike Fudge, was in no way sickly. He grew bored very easily, and this resulted in plenty of misbehavior. The elderly woman was nearly at her wits' end by the time River was a year old. But she didn't have to put up with two wolves for very long. On yet another outing, Fudge found herself expecting Varun's pups again. The first pregnancy had been hard enough on her body, and her owner was worried. However, she also didn't want to get caught by anyone. And so, she left the whole thing up to fate. Fate can be cruel. During the birth of two more wolf pups, Fudge died. Both of these pups lived; both of them girls, with light-colored fur and light blue eyes. Though the elderly woman was utterly sick of the wolves by now, she raised the two pups until they were weaned, and then River and his two sisters - Aurora and Shiloh - were dropped off carelessly in the woods, completely alone. Varun would not see them - after he'd heard of Fudge's death, he'd completely shut off - and they were all still very young. It wasn't long before Aurora and River noticed that Shiloh was sickly as well. Or maybe they'd always known it, but were never able to face it? Shiloh was the smallest of the three, and nearly skin and bones. Her gums were pale, and she was tired and weak. No matter how much River wanted to deny it, the fact was... Shiloh would die, too. Despite this, he did everything in his power to keep the three of them alive. Everything he had been before - bouncy, immature, excitable - seemed to change. He took on the roll of caretaker, leader, and alpha of their small pack. No matter how much he didn't want the title, the responsibility, it was shoved on his plate the day everyone that was supposed to be there for him, left him with two younger sisters, one of whom's fate is bound to be the same as their mother's. |  |
