Post by Coldfire on Apr 13, 2011 20:01:34 GMT -5
renette
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS A MOMENT WITH YOU BUT ALL
I EVER LEAVE WITH IS A LONG NIGHT OF DREAMING
[/color][/font][/center]ALL I EVER WANTED WAS A MOMENT WITH YOU BUT ALL
I EVER LEAVE WITH IS A LONG NIGHT OF DREAMING
NAME... Renette
AGE... Four
GENDER... Female
BREED... Australian Shepherd
PACK... Central Park
APPEARANCE...Ren is a slight little dog. This is not to say she was the runt of her litter; rather, she was weaned too early and fed too little and it stunted her growth. She is smaller than the breed requirement as a result, standing at 17 inches at the withers. Her body is solid, though her legs are finely and well-shaped, as is her face. One would swear she was a mixed breed by the gentleness in her face, for it does not have the slightly sharp contours some of her breed has. She still has a collar around her neck from when she was younger. It is a dark brown leather that has since faded and dangling from it is a small bone-shaped tag that clearly states her full name, "Renette", although she always introduces herself as Ren.
Her coat is mostly blue merle, with this coloring stretching along her back and down her sides. The blue merle fades directly into white as it reaches her legs. Where the blue merle meets white near her shoulders, there is faded orange, though not much. There is a ring of white around her neck which stretches down her chest and well as up her throat. There is a smattering of blue merle across the top of her head and her ears, as well as around her eyes. She has red fur which appears a bight orange-brown along her jaw and down her neck a little bit, as well as just above her eyes in two separate patches. A thin white stripe runs up her forehead from her nose and stretches to the front of her lower jaw. Her eyes are a deep brown and her nose is black with dark hairs mixed into the white hairs surrounding it.
PERSONALITY...Ren is, in general, a rather sweet little girl. She's not beyond helping a poor, helpless pup on the street or anything of that sort. She doesn't go looking for others to help, mind you. If she stumbles upon them, so be it. If she does not, well then that's fine as well. She won't help everyone and she's most certainly walked right past a some who have clearly needed assistance. Her problem is that she isn't quite sure how to help them, and rather than try, she's more prone to just keep going on her own little merry way.
She tends to believe herself rather sophisticated and has been regularly described as a bit aloof. She'll be in the midst of a conversation and be completely silent, seeming to be listening. Then, when she speaks again, it will be on an entirely different topic or she will be requesting you repeat what you said for she was daydreaming, or was simply not listening. These sort of habits have given her the off-putting appearance of feeling as if she's better than you. She doesn't believe this for a second, but she doesn't quite care to correct anyone, mostly because she doesn't quite realize that's how she's seen. She's fairly naive in this manner.
In her heart, Ren is the classic romantic. She hasn't been this way since birth, but it came about very quickly in her early months and it has never quite left. She's met plenty of decent males that she no doubt could have loved, but there is one who holds a special place in her heart. She keeps hoping and dreaming he'll come back around again, and stay this time, for that is another of her traits. Ren is purely an optimist. Even when realistically, nothing good can come of someone or something, she sees the good and is far from being afraid to state it. She is quite sure of herself and carries her head high, trotting along like a right little show dog, a display of confidence that comes as naturally to her as breathing air does. Unfortunately, it's all just a show. Inside, she's just as uncertain as anyone else is, and she second guesses herself much more than she should.
HISTORY...Her parents were bred with the best intentions. Her father was a beautiful blue merle, her mother showing no merle at all. The litter of pups was perfect; five healthy, beautiful pups. Her mother was ecstatic, it was her first litter, and her father had quickly come to love the female even though it had been their owners who had bred them. But then the arguing came. The two humans just couldn't seem to get along. In a fit of rage, the male left and took his dogs with him, leaving the five puppies stranded with the woman and only three weeks old. Seeing them as a bitter reminder, she ignored them most the time. They fought over food, though the fighting lessened when one by one they began to die of starvation. Soon, it was just Ren and her brother Gabriel left. This began her daydreaming of the prince that would come and save her, the hoping and dreaming for someone to come to her rescue.
They were nearing three months old by the fateful day of their escape. The woman had left the door open while bringing groceries in. The two puppies made a sprint for it, smelling a world of food beyond those doors, naive enough to think they could make it out there. Gabe made it; Ren did not. Within a week, she was shoved in the car and driven to the humane society. She got more food there, but the damage had been done and she never grew quite large enough for her breed's standard, despite being a purebred. Still, she was cute. She was adopted fairly quickly, despite her tendency to hover away from people and hide when she could.
Her new home was worse. It wasn't so much the adult humans; they weren't so bad. It was their child, a little boy who would pull and tug at her ears, tail and fur. She put up with it for awhile. The food was good, and when the boy was asleep it was actually quite nice. One day, though, he pulled just that bit too hard and she reacted. She spun and bit the child while they were at the playground. Worried about her baby boy, the woman rushed off to the hospital, forgetting Ren was tied to the bench. She pulled and tugged at the collar for hours, but it never slipped. She was miserable, letting herself drift in and out of sleep despite the dangers of doing so alone and tied to a park bench. Then, a rather rough voice snapped her awake.
"What'cha doin' out here alone at this hour, little princess?"
Her head snapped around to face a mutt, far too many breeds in him to distinguish any of them. He wasn't that old though, perhaps a year older than her, maybe less. And despite the roughness, he seemed kind enough. He didn't seem to actually need an answer, just moved toward the leash and chewed it off as close to the collar as he could. For the next two weeks, he never left her side. She learned his name - Kyp - and he taught her the ways of the streets. She was quickly infatuated. After all, this was her daydreams come true. He wasn't entirely handsome, really, but she saw past the mud. He was kind, caring, careful. And he had saved her when he could have just kept walking. One morning, he informed her she would do fine on her own. By the next morning, he was gone. She was pretty sure a piece of her heart broke that day.
It was two years later and she was nearing three when they would meet again. The plague had broken out and chaos ruled the streets. Life got harder, there was anger around every turn. She was so sure she could stay safe, except she nearly died anyway. She was trying to get past a flaming building, but to dodge the feet of the rioters made it all the more difficult. She didn't notice or hear the burning branch break off the tree, all she knew was that there were teeth around her scruff one moment and then she was dragged to the side, narrowly missing being crushed. She glanced over, and there he was.
She couldn't believe her eyes. He'd saved her - again, and against all odds! For a few moments, she just stared. In her mind, she saw this as a reason for him to be her prince, to stay her prince forever. It was that familiar, rough voice, a quick "fancy seein' you here," that got her to react, and they were soon slipping through the crowds and to a safer place. They took hours catching up, telling each other fanciful tales. She fell asleep that night by his side, curled up close. They stuck close again for a few weeks. She could swear he was staying this time, that he wasn't going to leave. At least, not without her.
Then, one day, she woke up and he wasn't there. Again. She turned to a desperate search for him, scouring the city. When two months had passed and he was nowhere to be found, she fell into a miserable depression. Then, there was a pup that needed her help. His mother had never come back. She took him in, as Kyp had taken her in all those years ago. She helped him along and then sent him on his way. It eased the pain, the helping. It kept him close and it kept the hope alive that their paths would cross again, though it has now been a year and there has been no sign of him, not even his name mentioned in a quiet conversation. With the city in its current state, it is all the more likely he is dead or has moved on, but Ren's faith has not slipped. It rarely does.