Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 8:58:26 GMT -6
~Basics~
>>Named after the plant Heather.
>>Shows signs of femininity.
>>Ranked as medic.
>>Sexuality of heterosexual.
>>Blushing at the sight of no one.
>>Tied the knot with no one.
>>Proud mother of no one.
>>Hourglass shows 4 and a half years.
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"We are all products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it."
"I was just a small, whimpering pup when I was found in a small bush of heather. The memories of that time are blurry, silent and cold and I'm still unsure whether that was a dream or not. It was on the flat, desolate moor that I was both abandoned and saved. In the space of perhaps an hour or so, I went from being frozen and alone to happy and warm. She named me Heather.
Tanya, for that was my savior's name, would be my mother, adviser and friend for the next several years; thought at that time I was unaware of that. The female who had so kindly rescued me from my imminent death was a loner, living on her own with just the open land for company. I admired her for that. I could never in a million years be able to survive on my own, despite my somewhat anti-social personality. Tanya fed me with her milk and cherished me as if I was her own pup and I still thank her greatly for her motherly kindness. Without her, I would be frozen carrion.
In the next few years that I found myself in her company, she taught me to hunt, fight {though I'd rather not use this skill} and how to heal. Healing was, and still is, a favorite skill of mine and every time I'm healing someone, I think of Tanya teaching me the same thing and my paws become hers.
One day, however, Tanya and I were wandering through the moor when we saw five figures racing towards us, barking and snarling. I panicked and stood in front of my foster mother; prepared to guard her with my life. Tanya put a paw on my hip and shook her head then stepped towards the wolves that were now just a few pawsteps away. They too, had stopped.
"What are you doing here, mutts?" One snarled, almost spitting in our faces as he did.
"Just passing through. We do no harm." Tanya said, an eerie calm settled in her voice whilst her eyes stared fiercely at the group of wolves.
There was no reply from the group of wolves, just one chorus of snarls and growls as they leapt at Tanya and I. Despite my brain telling me to move, to defend Tanya, my paws were frozen to the spot. I watched as everything became muffled and I felt a heavy weight on my back, pressing me down.
My poor, poor mother was nothing against the wolves as I watched them tear at her flesh. I felt them doing the same to me; biting and scratching and felt blood pooling around me. I didn't care. All I cared about is that my mother would probably die and I would die next to her.
After a while, I realized the wolves had gone. I let out a sigh of relief though it pained me to do so, and opened my blood-covered eyes tentatively. I almost regretted that decision when I saw Tanya lying deathly still a few pawsteps away. She was covered in blood, like myself, and her eyes were open and glassy. I sobbed loudly and carelessly, tears streaming down my muzzle. I rushed towards her, ignoring the pain, and shook her.
"Mother! Mother wake up! Please!" I howled, nuzzling her with my muzzle, hoping that somehow she would be alive, that somehow she was just sleeping. I knew that it was stupid to wish that but that was all I thought and I hoped so desperately about. Hope, as I discovered in that single moment, does nothing but make your despair stronger.
I sat by Tanya for a few nights before I decided to bury her. It was beneath a small heather bush. I left the moor after that and never returned."
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*scrolling through history* If any of you are planning on starting it back up, please let me know! I may be able to re-join after my camp. It ends this week.