Maybe I'm a Little Crazy (Toy)
Dec 30, 2014 8:46:37 GMT -5
Post by alarice on Dec 30, 2014 8:46:37 GMT -5
My life was not the best, but I was making the best of it. The beasts who once roamed these lands now gone, but I did not think they were strong in the first place. Look at us dogs, running the place as if humans were never here, sad they thought they ruled us. A cynical smile broke my features, oh it was a good day to be a snarky bitch. It had rained a bit before I had arrived here, the smell of moisture and the fresh puddles a good indication. Water was not something I disliked, but I liked to avoid it unless necessary. I was a large dog, not tall, but a strongly built Rottweiler. My banner cut short, my audits folded over, and my body a perfect mix up of black and tan. Yes, I was beautiful and I knew it.
I had traveled not many place here, it seemed ridiculous to do so in my time. For some reason I ended up in this odd hospital like thing. Corridor after Corridor rang through this place, and I was quickly lost. My curiosity had me in a square room, looking at the soft bed an insane person once called home. Odd leash like things hung from the side, the metal rusted, the leather worn. What had they used this insane contraption for? I was sure I would never get an answer in the wretched place. I'm sure you're wondering my name, I am Dahlia.
I come from a fucked up world, born in an alleyway, beat by my father, but who cares...right? Males sure won't, for they only care for the ones they can dig their claws into and have their way. Enough about my past, as terrible as it is, don't want your pity please. Wandering through this place, I think it held the rabid ones, as cage like thing line the walls in a certain room. Blood stains the walls,maybe some had died even. Now I find myself resting on a cot on the floor, oh the wonders it does for me.
I had traveled not many place here, it seemed ridiculous to do so in my time. For some reason I ended up in this odd hospital like thing. Corridor after Corridor rang through this place, and I was quickly lost. My curiosity had me in a square room, looking at the soft bed an insane person once called home. Odd leash like things hung from the side, the metal rusted, the leather worn. What had they used this insane contraption for? I was sure I would never get an answer in the wretched place. I'm sure you're wondering my name, I am Dahlia.
I come from a fucked up world, born in an alleyway, beat by my father, but who cares...right? Males sure won't, for they only care for the ones they can dig their claws into and have their way. Enough about my past, as terrible as it is, don't want your pity please. Wandering through this place, I think it held the rabid ones, as cage like thing line the walls in a certain room. Blood stains the walls,maybe some had died even. Now I find myself resting on a cot on the floor, oh the wonders it does for me.