Post by brutality on Jan 14, 2012 17:20:08 GMT -5
MAJOR TOM
"I'm learning to walk again, I believe I've waited long enough. Where do I begin?"
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
NAME Major Tom
GENDER male
NICKNAMES Major, Tom, Tommy, MT
AGE three years
BREED German Shepherd / Mix
SEXUALITY heterosexual
PACK? loner
HELLO, I'M MAJOR TOM AND THIS IS MY STORY:
I was born and bred to be a police dog, like my father before me. However, I never really knew my father like I would have hoped as he was sent away by the humans to another district. From what I heard he was a great canine in his line of work. Well, every pup needs a role model, and with my father and mother - who was just a simple female - out of the picture, I had barely anyone to look up to. All of the bigger, stronger canines made a fool of me, laughing at my puppy-like size, but of course, I still had a lot of growing and training to do. Back then it seemed like no one really cared for little Tommy-Boy. That is, no one except the canine who went by the name of Thor.
Thor was an older dog, much larger than many of the others at the station. A long haired German Shepherd, he was the best of the best, and the greatest of all in my eyes. He acted as a sort of mentor and father to me. I looked up to him and followed his lead as I grew older, my natural loyalty unbinding.
But, alas, not all good things are meant to last. When the disease broke out among the humans there were some riots made by the citizens. Thor was one of the police dogs that was taken out on the streets. Many people died that day, as well as canines, Thor, however, was nowhere to be found. It nearly broke my heart those next, short months as everything I had ever cared about seemed to be falling apart and dying. The other canines seemed to be in a state of shock as well as they found no time to make fun of my smaller build or weak, flopped-over ears. I myself was probably the worst out of the bunch. I wasn't sure what to do or where to go as the humans just seemed to disappear, their carcasses polluting the streets. The only true friend and caretaker I had ever had was now gone without a trace. There was no saying whether he was alive or not.
I spent a few days, or maybe weeks searching for him, calling out, but it was to no avail. Now I tend to wander aimlessly, uncaring, my body incapable of baring the pain of loneliness. It's like I feel nothing and I'm a monster from the world. I wish to find someone, somewhere, where I can pledge my loyalty once again and feel a sense of purpose, yet, that time it seems has not yet come.
YOUR NAME Mjolnir or Brutal
how do you measure, measure a year
