Post by Lukahs. on Apr 10, 2006 21:07:36 GMT -5
About You-
Nickname: Luke, Lukers, Lukahs.. you get it. >>;
Experience in Roleplay: 3 or 4 years. Rit knows me. =]
About your Character-
Name: Luke
Gender: Male
Age: 4 Years
Blood: Dog
Breed: Doberman x Boxer mix
Fur color: Its a variation of tans, browns, and blacks.
Eye color: Brown
Markings: White paws, if that counts
Other*: Covered with scars from his past.
OR you can have a detailed description. (whatever i`ll do both to be safe. xD)
Description: His overal form is quite large, even though he is underweight, weighing in at about 75 pounds. But luckilly, well-developed muscles ripple beneath his short pelt, covering his exposed ribs from lack of food. Luke`s coat is a mixture of various browns, tans, and blonde hairs, a darker 'mask' covering the area between the middle of his eyes and down his muzzle to his stubby snout. Darker, almost black, fur covers from the top of his neck receding down his back, coming down at his shoulder blades to cover the top of his front and back legs. The mutt`s paws are dipped in a yellow-ish white color, losing their pure white from not bathing, which gives his paws a sock-like look. Luke`s ears lay flopped on his head since he never got them cropped, and his tail is stubby due to the fact that his previous owners docked it.
Personality: Rebellious, brutal, rude; Three words that have described Luke since his life got twisted upside-down. His hard life has worn down on his disposition, and made him a cold dog. He`s a defiant dog who will spit insults at you just as fast as he would force-breed any fae he sees. Many would describe him as demented, perverted, twisted or all of the above. The mutt sometimes hears things, but he refuses to tell anyone. But that doesn`t stop him from growling or snarling back at the wretched noise. He`ll sit in one spot for days at a time staring into space, trying to figure out the meaning of life, or more rather, the meaning of his life. On the outside, he`s a tough anti-social brute, but on the inside he`s just another lost, scared dog..
History: Luke was born in a litter of six on the streets. His mother had been a stray all her life and Luke never knew his father, who was hit by a milk truck the day before his pups were born. Luke was the oldest in the litter and he always thought it was his duty to protect his brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, their mother disappeared one day before she had fully weaned the pups. Two of Luke`s sisters died that night. From that day forth, the shy Luke grew determined to find his mother and save his two remaining brothers and one remaining sister. He would disappear for hours to try to find food. He stole from humans, scavenged dumpsters, and brought back anything he could catch;whether it be a rabbit or rotted bread. His youngest brother wasn`t there when he returned from his hunt one day, and Luke decided the once-roomy dumpster they resided in was growing small. Three 2 month old dogs in one dumpster couldn`t get very much elbow-room. So they searched for a new home, and Luke`s sister was taken in by a teenage girl, along with his last brother.
Luke decided he needed a life of his own, so he wandered the city streets aimlessly for about a year. One day while Luke was looking for a new shelter, he happened upon a young boy. The boy offered Luke two hotdogs, and coaxed him home with him. The dog followed eagerly for a chance at a new life. The family was against eating dog-meat, as they were vegitarians, and Luke lived happily with them in hiding for a few months. Then they adopted a three-year-old Rottweiler named Rott. For months, Rott abused Luke with help from his mutt friend, Sasha. But through all the scars and blood on the outside, the boy saw through it and favored Luke.
One day, Sam, the boy, took a bone from Rott to give to Luke, and an ingenius plan hatched in Rott`s deranged mind. He snapped at Sam`s arm, creating a large flesh wound. Luke awoke from a nap to hear Sam crying, and he ran to him to see what had happened. It all came clearly to him and Luke snapped. He jumped to Sam`s protection, throwing his form in front of the boy. He started barking, growling, snarling, anything he could do that was threatening; all instincts telling him to protect 'his Sam'. After a few minutes, Rott went away, quite bored of Luke`s noise and not at all threatened. Luke heaved a sigh and went over to the crying boy, whimpering and licking at his bleeding wound. Sam kept crying, cowering from both dogs in his confusion. His father came out and jumped to conclusions, thinking that the Doberman/Boxer mix from the streets would snap rather than a Rottweiler. Well, the dad snapped too.
"Luke, you mangy mutt!"He yelled, grabbing a nearby stick and walking towards Luke angrilly,"Get the hell away from him! I`ll take your ass to the butcher for touching my son!" Luke wagged his stub of a tail, laying his ears flat on his skull, trying to tell the father that he was the good guy here. This made the father enraged. "I said get away from him!" He yelled again, swinging with the stick at the confused dog, "Sam, get away from him! Go to your mother!" Torn between two, Sam cried, "No Daddy! Don`t hurt Luke!" Luke jumped to Sam`s protection, baring his fangs and barking at the dad. The whole time, Rott was laying beneath an oak tree, watching with pleased eyes as it played out before him. "Perfect.."He growled, gnawing on the bone that caused the mess. Every once in a while, he`d call out something like 'Sic `em Lukey!' or 'Save me, save me Mr. Lukey!' The father was arguing with his son, and staying away from the snarling dog, too scared to do anything. He was desperate, and his thoughts turned to Rott. A twisted smile curled upon his face, and he whistled, once, the signal for Rott to attack. The Rottweiler`s ears perked up and he rose, slowly and quietly, and took a few steps toward Luke and Sam. The man nodded and smiled at Luke, still trying to coax his son forward. Luke never heard Rott coming. He tackled him and hit him head-on, sending him sprawling across the lawn.
Luke lay on his side, panting and gasping for air. His body was numb and limp, and he managed to crawl to his feet, wincing. When he opened his eyes he was knocked to the ground again, and the father hit him across the face with the stick,making his gums bleed. Luke bared his fangs and tried to lunge, but he wasn`t quick enough, the stick lashed down on the back of his head and he felt himself plummet into a world of darkness...
He awoke to the sound of dogs howling all around him, and he tried to rise to his paws. Weakly, he uttered a barely-audible, "Where am I?" only for it to fade away unnoticed.. He sighed and shook his head, laying back down to save energy. The dog whimpered in frustration as he tried to remember how he ended up here. It all hit him in one large dosage; Sam, Rott, the father, the beating..All of it. He howled in anger, and charged the cage. "I have to escape!"He snarled, hitting the bars and backing up to charge again, "I made a promise to myself that I`d find Mother.. How can I find her in a ca-" He paused, squinting his brown eyes to look in the cage across from him. "M-mom?"He growled, taking a step forward and putting his muzzle through the bars. He inhaled the scents, and strangely enough, the scent of his mother was there. "MOM!"He yelled, putting his front paws on the bars, "Mom its me! Luke, remember?" The femme didn`t reply, she just stared back with eyes like stone. Luke placed his front paws on the ground again, and the cage doors swung open. His mother`s cage opened too. He stepped out, a little unsurely and walked towards his mother. "Mom..Where have you been? What is this place?"He growled, coming closer and closer. She still stood in her cage, waiting.. He came to the edge of her cage, and she lunged at him, scratching for his throat.
Luke yelped in sheer suprise and rolled out from beneath her. "Mom! What`s gotten into you?"He growled, whimpering once. She didn`t answer, she just snarled and lunged again. And again and again and again. Luke kept on dodging until his muscles ached. There were humans watching from behind these boards and bags, yelling and throwing stuff at the dogs. He overhead two men saying that the losing dog would be butchered. Luke barked at the men once, and his Mother got him again, clamping onto his ear and yanking her head. He snarled and bit her muzzle, making her let go, and he ran. He ran and jumped over the boards, not looking back. And if he had a longer tail, it would`ve been between his legs at that moment. He was so scared, so confused. He wanted away from it all. He dodged the men, and got out of what seemed like a tent that he was in. Luke finally slowed down when he got outside, and he saw a pile of dead dog skins behind the tent. There were mostly Pit Bulls and Mastiffs but there was the occasional Doberman or mutt. The dog was horrified, and he started running again, this time not stopping. He made it to the streets eventually, and lived there for a couple of months. He found his joy everyday in leading his new gang, a clan of horny males who fucked every bitch in site, and he quickly made enemies with the rivaling gang. One dog he managed to get on top of, a Boxer mix named Chloe, died in labor and only birthed one child-- A rebellious bundle of spunk Luke named Ian.
Ian grew up fast and by the time he was a year old he was two inches taller than Luke. Luke had raised his son to be the same way he was; Huge, brutal, and rude. Ian, taking after his good-hearted mother, didn`t want to choose this path, and instead rebelled against Luke, gathering a gang of his own and chasing Luke out of the city. Luke ran, heartbroken, to a neighboring town where all dogs were being picked up off the streets and shipped here. Guess who ran right to an airport? You got it. (Good enough? I can add more if needed.)
Roleplaying Sample: (From Misled Strays)
My friend drove off the other day,
Now he's gone and all they say,
Is you got to live 'cause life goes on...
But now I see I'm mortal, too,
I can't live my life like you,
Got to live it up, while life goes on.
And I think that it's all right,
That I do what I like,
'Cause that's the way I want to live.
it's how I give, and I'm still givin'..
Damn it. Damn it all. Damn it all to hell. And back, for all Luke cared.. Stupid teenagers. Stupid fuckin teens and their adolescant need to constantly blast their fuckin stereos whenever the opportunity arose. They had done it now.. They`d gone and got their blasted lyrics stuck in the Doberman x Boxer`s head, and now it was playing over and over.. Constantly repeating in his already twisted mind. Mismatched words and faded illusions of the past rang through his head now as he stole a glance at his mangled paw. Yeah, the wound was still there.. It`d healed a bit over the seasons, enough for him to put pressure on it to walk, but it still stung. The monster of a mongrel halted in his sulking step rather quickly as a bell sounded out, ringing in his already over-crowded eardrums. He didn`t know how much more sound his ears could take now.. Music, bells, human chatter, memories.. What else could possibly cram itself into the mix`s head?
As soon as the thought hit him he regretted it, brown eyes shutting as he tilted his head slightly in an agitated fashion. A flinch, if you will. High-pitched squeals of sheer joy and glee pierced the otherwise peaceful sky, any hopes of a serene moment dying as their wide eyes caught site of the 'puppy'. "Aw shit.." He growled, eyes narrowing as the kids turned to eachother with dropped jaws. There were only a few things that could result in them staying away from him. It could`ve been the bloodstains and scars on his coat, results from frequent streetfights, or possibly the ribs barely protruding from beneath his thin layer of tan fur. Who knew? It may have even been the way his unforgiving, deep glare caught their innocent eyes, his mere size alone sending chills down their spines and sending them running to the bus in hopes that 'Puppy' wouldn`t bite their head off. A grin now crept its way across his short muzzle, sharp canines making themselves known by poking out from beneath his lip. "Thats right, keep your distance you little buggers.." The beast thought aloud, voice raspy from minimum use. Turning his head to peer at a small group of kids; and from the looks of it, second graders; his grin faded to a distant look. "..." Luke gasped for some sort of hold on his words, trying to switch his thoughts to vocabulary. "..Sam."
One. Two. Three.
Three simple letters. Three fuckin` letters brought more emotion into the dog`s eyes then a whole life story. Body trembling for a mere split second, and eyes drooping, he showed weakness to the Earth. No. He wouldn`t break down.. Not again. That was why he had left in the first place.. He had abandoned his pride as a street dog and reverted to help from the humans, even after it was their creation that had harmed him in the first place. So many times the wicked bastards had hurt him, physically and emotionally scarred the battle-worn brute, but still he remembered that name; That three-lettered, God-foresaken name. First his father was killed by them, hit by a milktruck. Accident or not, it had still happened, and it was their fault. His mother was stolen away by them, taken to a dog-fight arena and forced to leave her litter of pups to fend for themselves. They transformed her into a monster, and she eventually turned on her own son. Humans stole away his two brothers, one he had found but God only knew if the other was still breathing let alone safe. The bastards had even lured Luke himself into their spider-web of a trap, tricking him into believing he was actually part of the family by sending their young son Sam to earn his trust. It was fine for two years, then He came. He was none other than Rott, the tempermental rottweiler that had taken his place and turned the whole family against Luke. Well, not the whole family. He still had Sam.. He would always have Sam.
The boy was the result of everything Luke hated: Innocence, Generosity, Kindness, Purity.. All of it. He was the essence of all those sappy love scenes and every single one of those "Chicken Soup for the Whoever`s Soul" books. Sam was everything Luke would exterminate from the world, but he was all that he had. Rott was the complete opposite of Sam. Vile, Egotistical, Arrogant, and Violent, Rott was the epitomy of Satan. Him and Luke would`ve been a grand team if Sam hadn`t picked favorites, but he had. Nothing could change that. Nothing.
Luke tore his eyes away from the scene, glancing back over his shoulder to watch one boy enter his yard only to be greeted by his two faithful companions; a black Labrador and a German Shepherd. They tackled him with wagging tails and wet noses and they rolled around the yard, giggles resounding in his ears but they seemed far away. It was a perfect scene. His parents opened the front door and proceeded to walk out, laughing warmly as they held eachother in their arms. Another tremor ran through Luke`s form, but this time out of something different. What that third face reminded Luke was a frenzy of emotions too deep for words.. Fear, Regret, Pain, Helplessness, Betrayal, Cruelty. The face of the boy`s father was too much for the mutt to take in any longer. Just too much.. Everything that had happened since he arrived at this city was. His mother turning on him, his family turning on him.. Then he found a friend- Rebel- and it seemed like the clouds were finally blowing away, then the storm came--Literally. The blizzard came so totally unexpected that it sent him and the Malamute running. Courtesy of his bad luck streak, Luke`s paw got stuck in a human trap and Rebel just left, leaving a familiar-looking Doberman Pinscher to come to his aid. Fate was a bitch, thats what the mutt had always thought.. It was that day he was reunited with his older brother, who was none other then the great Kentaro. His brother helped him back onto his feet, then Luke just left. Even he didn`t know why he had left the city so abruptly.. It just happened. Luke claimed the Blood Lust Clan and slowly got more members, then there was that incident with Candy and Steele, but he had taken care of them.. Lets just say they 'disappeared', their bodies never found again. Ian turned on him, his own son, and Luke beat the shit outta him, only for his only son to leave and hate his fathers guts. Luke showed no emotion towards this, but inside he was broken. But he brushed his emotions under the mat again by showing affection towards Marley, and taking him in as his new son.
He was tired of running from his life. That was all he had done for as long as he could remember, but now he changed that. If given the options of Fight or Run, he`d fight. But where had that gotten him? Not a friend in the world and a shitload of scars was all he had to show for his new lifestyle; But you better believe he was proud. Damn proud. Letting a growl resound from his throat, he shook his head and stalked forward, closer to the wavering front doors of the school. Brown eyes looked around cautiously as he approached the twin trashcans placed neatly next to the stair-rail, pink toungue licking his coal black lips. Raising his weight gingerly, he found his balance quickly. By now, he was an expert at trashcan tipping. Life on the streets did that to you, molded you into a better creature. Your senses sharpened, your wit grew, and, who knew, one day you could even be as street-smart as Ol` Lukers himself. Only know his massive weight helped him in knocking the can over, paws landing on the ground expertly and in perfect tune as his ears laid back on his head, blocking out some of the clatter as the lid and can hit the pavement. Cold wet nose immediately took in the wonderful scents, and he automatically set forward in his duties to inhale every scrap of food he could find amongst the rubbage.
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Nickname: Luke, Lukers, Lukahs.. you get it. >>;
Experience in Roleplay: 3 or 4 years. Rit knows me. =]
About your Character-
Name: Luke
Gender: Male
Age: 4 Years
Blood: Dog
Breed: Doberman x Boxer mix
Fur color: Its a variation of tans, browns, and blacks.
Eye color: Brown
Markings: White paws, if that counts
Other*: Covered with scars from his past.
OR you can have a detailed description. (whatever i`ll do both to be safe. xD)
Description: His overal form is quite large, even though he is underweight, weighing in at about 75 pounds. But luckilly, well-developed muscles ripple beneath his short pelt, covering his exposed ribs from lack of food. Luke`s coat is a mixture of various browns, tans, and blonde hairs, a darker 'mask' covering the area between the middle of his eyes and down his muzzle to his stubby snout. Darker, almost black, fur covers from the top of his neck receding down his back, coming down at his shoulder blades to cover the top of his front and back legs. The mutt`s paws are dipped in a yellow-ish white color, losing their pure white from not bathing, which gives his paws a sock-like look. Luke`s ears lay flopped on his head since he never got them cropped, and his tail is stubby due to the fact that his previous owners docked it.
Personality: Rebellious, brutal, rude; Three words that have described Luke since his life got twisted upside-down. His hard life has worn down on his disposition, and made him a cold dog. He`s a defiant dog who will spit insults at you just as fast as he would force-breed any fae he sees. Many would describe him as demented, perverted, twisted or all of the above. The mutt sometimes hears things, but he refuses to tell anyone. But that doesn`t stop him from growling or snarling back at the wretched noise. He`ll sit in one spot for days at a time staring into space, trying to figure out the meaning of life, or more rather, the meaning of his life. On the outside, he`s a tough anti-social brute, but on the inside he`s just another lost, scared dog..
History: Luke was born in a litter of six on the streets. His mother had been a stray all her life and Luke never knew his father, who was hit by a milk truck the day before his pups were born. Luke was the oldest in the litter and he always thought it was his duty to protect his brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, their mother disappeared one day before she had fully weaned the pups. Two of Luke`s sisters died that night. From that day forth, the shy Luke grew determined to find his mother and save his two remaining brothers and one remaining sister. He would disappear for hours to try to find food. He stole from humans, scavenged dumpsters, and brought back anything he could catch;whether it be a rabbit or rotted bread. His youngest brother wasn`t there when he returned from his hunt one day, and Luke decided the once-roomy dumpster they resided in was growing small. Three 2 month old dogs in one dumpster couldn`t get very much elbow-room. So they searched for a new home, and Luke`s sister was taken in by a teenage girl, along with his last brother.
Luke decided he needed a life of his own, so he wandered the city streets aimlessly for about a year. One day while Luke was looking for a new shelter, he happened upon a young boy. The boy offered Luke two hotdogs, and coaxed him home with him. The dog followed eagerly for a chance at a new life. The family was against eating dog-meat, as they were vegitarians, and Luke lived happily with them in hiding for a few months. Then they adopted a three-year-old Rottweiler named Rott. For months, Rott abused Luke with help from his mutt friend, Sasha. But through all the scars and blood on the outside, the boy saw through it and favored Luke.
One day, Sam, the boy, took a bone from Rott to give to Luke, and an ingenius plan hatched in Rott`s deranged mind. He snapped at Sam`s arm, creating a large flesh wound. Luke awoke from a nap to hear Sam crying, and he ran to him to see what had happened. It all came clearly to him and Luke snapped. He jumped to Sam`s protection, throwing his form in front of the boy. He started barking, growling, snarling, anything he could do that was threatening; all instincts telling him to protect 'his Sam'. After a few minutes, Rott went away, quite bored of Luke`s noise and not at all threatened. Luke heaved a sigh and went over to the crying boy, whimpering and licking at his bleeding wound. Sam kept crying, cowering from both dogs in his confusion. His father came out and jumped to conclusions, thinking that the Doberman/Boxer mix from the streets would snap rather than a Rottweiler. Well, the dad snapped too.
"Luke, you mangy mutt!"He yelled, grabbing a nearby stick and walking towards Luke angrilly,"Get the hell away from him! I`ll take your ass to the butcher for touching my son!" Luke wagged his stub of a tail, laying his ears flat on his skull, trying to tell the father that he was the good guy here. This made the father enraged. "I said get away from him!" He yelled again, swinging with the stick at the confused dog, "Sam, get away from him! Go to your mother!" Torn between two, Sam cried, "No Daddy! Don`t hurt Luke!" Luke jumped to Sam`s protection, baring his fangs and barking at the dad. The whole time, Rott was laying beneath an oak tree, watching with pleased eyes as it played out before him. "Perfect.."He growled, gnawing on the bone that caused the mess. Every once in a while, he`d call out something like 'Sic `em Lukey!' or 'Save me, save me Mr. Lukey!' The father was arguing with his son, and staying away from the snarling dog, too scared to do anything. He was desperate, and his thoughts turned to Rott. A twisted smile curled upon his face, and he whistled, once, the signal for Rott to attack. The Rottweiler`s ears perked up and he rose, slowly and quietly, and took a few steps toward Luke and Sam. The man nodded and smiled at Luke, still trying to coax his son forward. Luke never heard Rott coming. He tackled him and hit him head-on, sending him sprawling across the lawn.
Luke lay on his side, panting and gasping for air. His body was numb and limp, and he managed to crawl to his feet, wincing. When he opened his eyes he was knocked to the ground again, and the father hit him across the face with the stick,making his gums bleed. Luke bared his fangs and tried to lunge, but he wasn`t quick enough, the stick lashed down on the back of his head and he felt himself plummet into a world of darkness...
He awoke to the sound of dogs howling all around him, and he tried to rise to his paws. Weakly, he uttered a barely-audible, "Where am I?" only for it to fade away unnoticed.. He sighed and shook his head, laying back down to save energy. The dog whimpered in frustration as he tried to remember how he ended up here. It all hit him in one large dosage; Sam, Rott, the father, the beating..All of it. He howled in anger, and charged the cage. "I have to escape!"He snarled, hitting the bars and backing up to charge again, "I made a promise to myself that I`d find Mother.. How can I find her in a ca-" He paused, squinting his brown eyes to look in the cage across from him. "M-mom?"He growled, taking a step forward and putting his muzzle through the bars. He inhaled the scents, and strangely enough, the scent of his mother was there. "MOM!"He yelled, putting his front paws on the bars, "Mom its me! Luke, remember?" The femme didn`t reply, she just stared back with eyes like stone. Luke placed his front paws on the ground again, and the cage doors swung open. His mother`s cage opened too. He stepped out, a little unsurely and walked towards his mother. "Mom..Where have you been? What is this place?"He growled, coming closer and closer. She still stood in her cage, waiting.. He came to the edge of her cage, and she lunged at him, scratching for his throat.
Luke yelped in sheer suprise and rolled out from beneath her. "Mom! What`s gotten into you?"He growled, whimpering once. She didn`t answer, she just snarled and lunged again. And again and again and again. Luke kept on dodging until his muscles ached. There were humans watching from behind these boards and bags, yelling and throwing stuff at the dogs. He overhead two men saying that the losing dog would be butchered. Luke barked at the men once, and his Mother got him again, clamping onto his ear and yanking her head. He snarled and bit her muzzle, making her let go, and he ran. He ran and jumped over the boards, not looking back. And if he had a longer tail, it would`ve been between his legs at that moment. He was so scared, so confused. He wanted away from it all. He dodged the men, and got out of what seemed like a tent that he was in. Luke finally slowed down when he got outside, and he saw a pile of dead dog skins behind the tent. There were mostly Pit Bulls and Mastiffs but there was the occasional Doberman or mutt. The dog was horrified, and he started running again, this time not stopping. He made it to the streets eventually, and lived there for a couple of months. He found his joy everyday in leading his new gang, a clan of horny males who fucked every bitch in site, and he quickly made enemies with the rivaling gang. One dog he managed to get on top of, a Boxer mix named Chloe, died in labor and only birthed one child-- A rebellious bundle of spunk Luke named Ian.
Ian grew up fast and by the time he was a year old he was two inches taller than Luke. Luke had raised his son to be the same way he was; Huge, brutal, and rude. Ian, taking after his good-hearted mother, didn`t want to choose this path, and instead rebelled against Luke, gathering a gang of his own and chasing Luke out of the city. Luke ran, heartbroken, to a neighboring town where all dogs were being picked up off the streets and shipped here. Guess who ran right to an airport? You got it. (Good enough? I can add more if needed.)
Roleplaying Sample: (From Misled Strays)
My friend drove off the other day,
Now he's gone and all they say,
Is you got to live 'cause life goes on...
But now I see I'm mortal, too,
I can't live my life like you,
Got to live it up, while life goes on.
And I think that it's all right,
That I do what I like,
'Cause that's the way I want to live.
it's how I give, and I'm still givin'..
Damn it. Damn it all. Damn it all to hell. And back, for all Luke cared.. Stupid teenagers. Stupid fuckin teens and their adolescant need to constantly blast their fuckin stereos whenever the opportunity arose. They had done it now.. They`d gone and got their blasted lyrics stuck in the Doberman x Boxer`s head, and now it was playing over and over.. Constantly repeating in his already twisted mind. Mismatched words and faded illusions of the past rang through his head now as he stole a glance at his mangled paw. Yeah, the wound was still there.. It`d healed a bit over the seasons, enough for him to put pressure on it to walk, but it still stung. The monster of a mongrel halted in his sulking step rather quickly as a bell sounded out, ringing in his already over-crowded eardrums. He didn`t know how much more sound his ears could take now.. Music, bells, human chatter, memories.. What else could possibly cram itself into the mix`s head?
As soon as the thought hit him he regretted it, brown eyes shutting as he tilted his head slightly in an agitated fashion. A flinch, if you will. High-pitched squeals of sheer joy and glee pierced the otherwise peaceful sky, any hopes of a serene moment dying as their wide eyes caught site of the 'puppy'. "Aw shit.." He growled, eyes narrowing as the kids turned to eachother with dropped jaws. There were only a few things that could result in them staying away from him. It could`ve been the bloodstains and scars on his coat, results from frequent streetfights, or possibly the ribs barely protruding from beneath his thin layer of tan fur. Who knew? It may have even been the way his unforgiving, deep glare caught their innocent eyes, his mere size alone sending chills down their spines and sending them running to the bus in hopes that 'Puppy' wouldn`t bite their head off. A grin now crept its way across his short muzzle, sharp canines making themselves known by poking out from beneath his lip. "Thats right, keep your distance you little buggers.." The beast thought aloud, voice raspy from minimum use. Turning his head to peer at a small group of kids; and from the looks of it, second graders; his grin faded to a distant look. "..." Luke gasped for some sort of hold on his words, trying to switch his thoughts to vocabulary. "..Sam."
One. Two. Three.
Three simple letters. Three fuckin` letters brought more emotion into the dog`s eyes then a whole life story. Body trembling for a mere split second, and eyes drooping, he showed weakness to the Earth. No. He wouldn`t break down.. Not again. That was why he had left in the first place.. He had abandoned his pride as a street dog and reverted to help from the humans, even after it was their creation that had harmed him in the first place. So many times the wicked bastards had hurt him, physically and emotionally scarred the battle-worn brute, but still he remembered that name; That three-lettered, God-foresaken name. First his father was killed by them, hit by a milktruck. Accident or not, it had still happened, and it was their fault. His mother was stolen away by them, taken to a dog-fight arena and forced to leave her litter of pups to fend for themselves. They transformed her into a monster, and she eventually turned on her own son. Humans stole away his two brothers, one he had found but God only knew if the other was still breathing let alone safe. The bastards had even lured Luke himself into their spider-web of a trap, tricking him into believing he was actually part of the family by sending their young son Sam to earn his trust. It was fine for two years, then He came. He was none other than Rott, the tempermental rottweiler that had taken his place and turned the whole family against Luke. Well, not the whole family. He still had Sam.. He would always have Sam.
The boy was the result of everything Luke hated: Innocence, Generosity, Kindness, Purity.. All of it. He was the essence of all those sappy love scenes and every single one of those "Chicken Soup for the Whoever`s Soul" books. Sam was everything Luke would exterminate from the world, but he was all that he had. Rott was the complete opposite of Sam. Vile, Egotistical, Arrogant, and Violent, Rott was the epitomy of Satan. Him and Luke would`ve been a grand team if Sam hadn`t picked favorites, but he had. Nothing could change that. Nothing.
Luke tore his eyes away from the scene, glancing back over his shoulder to watch one boy enter his yard only to be greeted by his two faithful companions; a black Labrador and a German Shepherd. They tackled him with wagging tails and wet noses and they rolled around the yard, giggles resounding in his ears but they seemed far away. It was a perfect scene. His parents opened the front door and proceeded to walk out, laughing warmly as they held eachother in their arms. Another tremor ran through Luke`s form, but this time out of something different. What that third face reminded Luke was a frenzy of emotions too deep for words.. Fear, Regret, Pain, Helplessness, Betrayal, Cruelty. The face of the boy`s father was too much for the mutt to take in any longer. Just too much.. Everything that had happened since he arrived at this city was. His mother turning on him, his family turning on him.. Then he found a friend- Rebel- and it seemed like the clouds were finally blowing away, then the storm came--Literally. The blizzard came so totally unexpected that it sent him and the Malamute running. Courtesy of his bad luck streak, Luke`s paw got stuck in a human trap and Rebel just left, leaving a familiar-looking Doberman Pinscher to come to his aid. Fate was a bitch, thats what the mutt had always thought.. It was that day he was reunited with his older brother, who was none other then the great Kentaro. His brother helped him back onto his feet, then Luke just left. Even he didn`t know why he had left the city so abruptly.. It just happened. Luke claimed the Blood Lust Clan and slowly got more members, then there was that incident with Candy and Steele, but he had taken care of them.. Lets just say they 'disappeared', their bodies never found again. Ian turned on him, his own son, and Luke beat the shit outta him, only for his only son to leave and hate his fathers guts. Luke showed no emotion towards this, but inside he was broken. But he brushed his emotions under the mat again by showing affection towards Marley, and taking him in as his new son.
He was tired of running from his life. That was all he had done for as long as he could remember, but now he changed that. If given the options of Fight or Run, he`d fight. But where had that gotten him? Not a friend in the world and a shitload of scars was all he had to show for his new lifestyle; But you better believe he was proud. Damn proud. Letting a growl resound from his throat, he shook his head and stalked forward, closer to the wavering front doors of the school. Brown eyes looked around cautiously as he approached the twin trashcans placed neatly next to the stair-rail, pink toungue licking his coal black lips. Raising his weight gingerly, he found his balance quickly. By now, he was an expert at trashcan tipping. Life on the streets did that to you, molded you into a better creature. Your senses sharpened, your wit grew, and, who knew, one day you could even be as street-smart as Ol` Lukers himself. Only know his massive weight helped him in knocking the can over, paws landing on the ground expertly and in perfect tune as his ears laid back on his head, blocking out some of the clatter as the lid and can hit the pavement. Cold wet nose immediately took in the wonderful scents, and he automatically set forward in his duties to inhale every scrap of food he could find amongst the rubbage.
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