Post by spike on Mar 7, 2012 7:06:03 GMT -5
Elijah
"Give me your hand and I'll help you hold on. "
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
NAME Elijah
GENDER Male
NICKNAMES Eli
AGE 5 years
BREED Mixed Breed
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
PACK Loner
HI I'M ELIJAH AND THIS IS ME:
[/color]The Angel ;;[/size][/font][/i]
Oh, um, hello there. I didn't expect any guests. I'm sorry I am not prepared properly for your arrival. Oh, you only came to learn more about me? If you insist, I will give you what you wish. I am a mixed breed hound with no known pedigree within me. Some claim I am a shepherd mix but why does it matter? I am a canine as much as you are. In any case, I am nothing that would be worth admiring. For my size, I would estimate myself to be medium sized though my height may seem more than that. The thing is, I am leggy and nimble so most of my height is purely legs. I will hold myself tall as that is only what is right so my lack of slouching seems to make others consider me as tall. Heaviness does not follow me but rather a lightweight canine with a muscle build meant more for sprinting. I am glad for I have never been much of a fighter and I would prefer to keep fighting away from me. What else is there to mention?
My face? Well, I have a long muzzle which may come from a shepherd line or perhaps from a racing hound. That would make sense if my father was a racing hound of some kind, wouldn't it? It would explain my ears as well which often lay back on my head but have a clear way of standing which others think is a greyhound's ears. I have eyes that are a lighter shade of brown and they stand out from the rest of me. That comes from the fact that I am so dark in coat. My upper half is, for the most part, black though as it goes down, it changes. My face and down my legs show a lighter brown which is flecked throughout my black fur. Strangely enough, the fur around my lips and nose is black. The only "light" fur on me happen to be my paws. The back paws have feet of white while my front paws have socks of white. They don't seem to fit with the dark complexion of the rest of me though even darkness has lightness within it, correct?
I have spoken far too much and kept you from whatever else you must do, haven't I? Please accept my apologies and thanks for allowing me to speak. Perhaps we shall meet again if fate should favor us.
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"Who are you?" That is a question with a thousand meanings and every time I find it harder and harder to describe. If you wish to trust my opinion of myself, then you may. As long as I have been alive, I have tried to be polite[/i] to everybody around me. It runs in my heart to extend a kind hand to any that need it. The world is cruel enough without a hand from me to make it worse. Natural tendnecies push me to be a romantic[/i] because love is the most basic and pure of emotions that I have always yearned to experience for myself. That is, of course, my little secret to the world. Still, if love were to find me, my mate would be quite pleased to know of how chivalrous[/i] I am. Loyalty and truthfulness is important to me and often I will give others the benefit of the doubt to have both of these. I guess you can say I am a push-over[/i] that would fall victim to any of these falsities. How am I supposed to know a true starvation from a lying one? If I see one in need, I will give to them. Self-defeating[/i] would be the best way to put me as well, even if it is something you have not heard of before. I may help others but often I will not accept help for myself or allow myself to step forward. I cannot think of myself. My selfless[/i] nature denies it.
Elijah the good, Elijah the weak. They're all true. I am a pacifist[/i] that avoids fighting at all costs. Never shall I cause harm to another unless it came to a matter of a lack of choice. What has fighting ever done for us? Kill? Harm? Heart break? All of the above have come from fighting. Therefore, I have chosen to avoid it. Some may say I am fearful[/i] about many things and I have not found any reason to disagree with this statement. All my do-good ways perhaps stem from a fear of being harmed myself. I just want to know what the good life is. What love and happiness, friendship and justice, all are. Is that so much to ask for? Perhaps it is but I will still be a dreamer[/i] to the end. I'm sorry for my ranting. That was inapprorpiate of me. Please do come see me again. I would appreciate your friendship.[/blockquote]
The Stairway[/b] to Heaven[/color] ;;[/color][/size][/font][/i]
I would say I had a good life. There isn't much I can say worth complaining about though hardships face everybody here and there. My home was with my mother and siblings. It was me, Elijah, with my brother, Gabriel, and my sister, Sophia. I did not know who my father was though my mixed breed mother did not seem concerned with the details on that. Our people were good to us, fed us, groomed us, kept us warm on the nights when the cold wanted to have us. We were happy. I remember running in the grassy backyard that was fenced in with a red wall. Gabriel and I would race along the wall and nip at each other in poor sportsmanship. Those had to have been some of the best times of my life.
When my brother and sister became old enough, they separated from my life. Gabriel was taken by a kind woman with a house of many children and Sophia was taken by a gruff man that had a gentle pet. We were not sad for our mother had always said the day would come when our own happy lives would come for us. Me, I stayed for the children of the household adored me and I was favored from the litter. My mother and I enjoyed the only summer we had a chance to spend together before trouble came.
The only thing I remember was the man falling asleep on the couch. It was so quiet in the house that we had all forgotten about the stove he had turned on to boil water. It was suddenly smoky and the smell of burning was so strong. My mother started doing her best to wake the master. She did not succeed before flames danced towards us. Our instincts took over and we both ran out the back door, wailing in fear. As the house was burning, my mother felt a strain of loyalty in her which caused her to run back in to save the master. Something fell onto that red fence, breaking a way free for me and my need to live forced me to flee. I had to live. I had to escape. I thought my mother and master would follow but I never saw them again.
So much after that is a blur. I apologize. Let me recall what happened. Ah, yes, I ran as far as my legs could carry me. I ran. Ran. Ran. It hurt to even breathe and I found myself dehydrated, hungry, and alone. I had no clue where I was but I knew very well that I was without my mother and family. I was a year and a half old. The years that followed were tough because I had never been on my own. I found myself at Genesis where survival would be possible. I only arrived here recently after my slow travelling and I think I am ready to stop here. There is enough for me to exist on and others that I may come to know. Perhaps I am getting my hopes up but it is nice to dream of stability again.
YOUR NAME Spike
how do you measure, measure a year
I do not take credit for the picture. Credit given to photographer.
Elijah copyright by Spike 3/6/2012. Do not steal.
[/right]Elijah copyright by Spike 3/6/2012. Do not steal.
