Post by Roxy on Dec 19, 2008 20:36:23 GMT -5
Roxy found her way, winding through the narrow changes of terrain and thought back to her childhood. Would anything have changed if she hadn't run away when she had the chance? She had altered her destiny as was not supposed to be true. She would never again see what was to come, but suddenly she saw what had come, and what was supposed to have come.
Roxy looked around, pebbles everywhere. There was one, slightly bigger than the others, that caught her attention. Smiling, she hurried up to it. It was a brilliant white-silver, and shimmered nicely in the small pool of water it sat in. It had a golden ring around the edge, and Roxy knew this was the rock. When she gazed into it, bending to pick it up, she did not see herself reflect back. It was the figure of a beautiful, jet-black wolf standing atop a rocky outcropping, looking back at her. Gasping, Roxy grasped the rock softly between her teeth. She hurried to take it back to the Desert, but not before fetching Arctic Fang's hair.
A beautiful young pup, red in color, like autumn leaves swirling through the crisp night air. The largest pup of the litter, and most fair by far. Gasping for air, a little hiccup, and then she rests. The future, her future, flashes before her eyes. As all newborn pups, or kits, or anything, they see their future as long as their eyes are closed. From birth to death, they learn everything. If they accept, they live to open their eyes. If not, they die and live once again where they came from. Very little is it that a spirit refuses his or her duty. And this such spirit accepted it greatly. The fiery little Pomeranian wanted nothing more than to do what she was needed to do, and do it eagerly.
She saw the pound, and she saw the horrors there. But only last-minute would a human fall in love with her, and convince her daughter, the one adopting, that she was perfect. Then, she would go home to a long life of love and snuggles and happiness. She would make the girl happy, and that was her life's goal. To spread joy to those she met.
And then she saw the pain that the abusive father would bring down on her. Harm her beyond belief. So she would run away. Run away to the Penori lands, and there she would gain Wolf Morph by fate, not by quest. She would then take on a pack, and lead them to victory and strength that none knew before.
But then, came the most horrific part. The accident. The pups were named, identified according to size and fur color, as well as gender. They were Roxy, Bobo, Jannie, and Teddy, and Amial. The pup, with striking red fur, gasped. AGain, again, she could not breath. A baby, the family newborn, and taken the pup - strangled the pup. Choke, splutter, cough, and then nothing. The pup was dead. This pup was named Roxy.
But not the Roxy we know now. Roxy the original. The humans come, notice and scream. All of this is not supposed to happen. They grab the dog, who looks frail and broken amid the crushed body. And they mistake the pup for Amial. They believe she is dead. When the puppies open their eyes, the real Amial is named Roxy, and she takes on the life of the dog whom was killed. That day, Amial did die. In her place grew Roxy, who would be a stronger asset than the original Roxy ever would have been.
She saw the pound, and she saw the horrors there. But only last-minute would a human fall in love with her, and convince her daughter, the one adopting, that she was perfect. Then, she would go home to a long life of love and snuggles and happiness. She would make the girl happy, and that was her life's goal. To spread joy to those she met.
And then she saw the pain that the abusive father would bring down on her. Harm her beyond belief. So she would run away. Run away to the Penori lands, and there she would gain Wolf Morph by fate, not by quest. She would then take on a pack, and lead them to victory and strength that none knew before.
But then, came the most horrific part. The accident. The pups were named, identified according to size and fur color, as well as gender. They were Roxy, Bobo, Jannie, and Teddy, and Amial. The pup, with striking red fur, gasped. AGain, again, she could not breath. A baby, the family newborn, and taken the pup - strangled the pup. Choke, splutter, cough, and then nothing. The pup was dead. This pup was named Roxy.
But not the Roxy we know now. Roxy the original. The humans come, notice and scream. All of this is not supposed to happen. They grab the dog, who looks frail and broken amid the crushed body. And they mistake the pup for Amial. They believe she is dead. When the puppies open their eyes, the real Amial is named Roxy, and she takes on the life of the dog whom was killed. That day, Amial did die. In her place grew Roxy, who would be a stronger asset than the original Roxy ever would have been.
Roxy looked around, pebbles everywhere. There was one, slightly bigger than the others, that caught her attention. Smiling, she hurried up to it. It was a brilliant white-silver, and shimmered nicely in the small pool of water it sat in. It had a golden ring around the edge, and Roxy knew this was the rock. When she gazed into it, bending to pick it up, she did not see herself reflect back. It was the figure of a beautiful, jet-black wolf standing atop a rocky outcropping, looking back at her. Gasping, Roxy grasped the rock softly between her teeth. She hurried to take it back to the Desert, but not before fetching Arctic Fang's hair.