Post by JUDE ☂ on May 28, 2009 23:31:28 GMT -5
jude .
When I said "I hate what I've become",
[/color][/font][/right]- name: julian.
- alias: jude.
- sex: bloke.
- age: five.
- breed: mexican wolf.
- eye color: gray.
- build: slim; most muscle resides in his shoulder & back legs, for fast motion.
- fur color: salt & pepper.
- fur length: normal for a wolf, long furred, but random tufts missing. Less from fights, more from travel.
- texture: A little coarse, definitely not what you'd call silky.
- height: thirty inches.
- length: fifty-eight inches.
- weight: seventy pounds. (or.. about 31.8kg where he comes from.)
- overall look: Jude is nothing special, what-so-ever. He's got no colors that are above average. He's got no hidden tints, he's got fleas probably hidden in his multi-colored coat, he's the average to his breed. Overall a consistent
grey color, with some browns tossed in. A lighter stomach, a darker back coat for disguise. I don't really have much to write here, unless you want me to get into detail of every-inch of fur he has, which I'd prefer greatly not to. The only distinct thing about him, is his brown leather collar around his neck, makeshift and made shitty, with a metal plot on it that reads "Jude."
- other: if this is anything, I wouldn't think this is an 'exterior' image, but it is definitely a part of him. If its possible for a wolf to have an accent, Jude does. An english accent.
- history: Jude was originally named by his mother an unknown name to this day. He was too young to remember his mother at the time when she was hunted. He was a week old, still in the den. His mother had an early birth in her pack, and left as a loner, so when she was shot while searching for food for her pups one morning, no one was to save him. He was the only pup that survived to get into the world, from the mother's hardships during pregnancy. He was born in Canada, during a very early Spring, while snow was around still. As the morning grew to day, and day turned to night, he grew hungry, and began whining. He did his best to crawl out of the den, but only got to the opening. His calls for his mom remained unheard, through the duration of the sunset.
He was too young to know the dangers of the outside, so he continued calling. And finally something answered his crying, but it wasn't his mother. Or a predator. Or anything looking for him, even, it was an accident. On a college trip from England, a group of guys were wandering around after a party, and one heard the cry of the pup. The den wasn't very far from a university that was being visited (University of Toronto?), and one of the students pointed out the sound. And even after Jude had stopped whining in fear of being heard by the stranger, he'd began to cry in fear and for his mother, he was found. And, taken. The student, Bradley, hid Jude, and even managed to smuggle him back to England. And this is where Jude was raised.
He grew up not seeing wolves, thinking he was as closet to a dog as he could be, but still was fed meat. Him and his owner - or to him, a friend - went through hell and hire over the years, but they remained within each other's company. From dirty smelly apartments, to being a girl magnet for Bradley, he was always happy where he was. Lazy, laid back, but of course, after 2 years, good things come to an end. Suddenly, his owner wasn't around so much, and soon, a lady moved in with them. Jude loved the more attention, he was even happier than before. But even though another person was in the house, he was given actually less attention, and the walks became more infrequent, and the messes he made constantly out of the furniture and his size compared to the rest of the dogs in the world was less tolerated.
And if it wasn't bad enough already, life got worse. The lady soon became bloated in the stomach, and every time Jude pounced or tried to get her to play, he would be yelled at, and smacked. He began to despise life there. Everyday was a slow drag race to the next. He was bored. Nothing seemed to happen, until one day his family left him for two days. He was fed by a neighbor, but waited day and night by the window, ears perked and growling at even the slightest movement beyond the unseen barrier, until his family came back home. The fat lady was no longer fat, and they both seemed on edge, but happier somehow? He was ignored, as normal, thought this time more than ever. He went to investigate. They'd brought a package home, and inside, a naked thing. Food? It wiggled around in the basket. Jude bit down on its arm, and tugged it, trying to see what it was, and at that moment, he received a painful blow to the head. The pink thing began shrieking as blood formed on it. He let go of the naked pink thing, and retaliated without meaning to, and bit Bradley, snarling and snapping his jaws in frustration.
That night was the last he ever saw Bradley, or the lady, or the naked pink thing. He was dragged out of the house by the collar, whining in an upset temper-fit, not sure what he'd done wrong. Was it that he'd big the pink thing? He'd done nothing, and his friend attacked him! What was so special about the pink thing to make his friend attack him like that? He was put into the trunk of their car, and driven a long time. Jude stayed on his paws the entire time, trying to retain balance in the weird-moving vehicle, and they didn't stop until well into the night. He was dragged out by his friend into his a house, and handed to a familiar face's hands - a friend of Bradley. He was brought inside, where suitcases were stacked. Apparently, the man was going on a trip. Where was Jude going..? He barked, trying to go back to the car, but Bradley and the familiar man talked for a while, Bradley showing him his hand's large bitten-open gash. Had Jude done that..? He looked angry, and shook his head, and left, with one last look at Jude. It was both a disappointed, sad, depressing look. A goodbye?
That night was the longest. Jude stayed by the door the entire night, until the early morning, before the sun was up, when that familiar man dragged him to another car. He was brought to an unfamiliar place, flying machines in the air soaring above their heads in load roars and howls. Jude was cornered into a small crate, and darkness.
The darkness lasted for seemingly a lifetime. The longest night Jude had ever gone through. There were bumps and jerks and painful turns in the crate that made him have to claw and lay down to stay from hitting his head. And once the light came to him, it was brighter than he'd ever before remembered light.
The man who'd brought him there had let him out of the crate. The place was unfamiliar. It was cold, and felt all-around different. Unordinary. Uncomfortable. It made him sick. He tried to follow the man, back to a car, but the guy shunned him, and pushed him away. He was left there - little did he know - the place of his birth. He began to start life as less a wolf and more a lost dog. He figured out how to hunt pretty fast, and fighting he'd learned long ago from street dog fights when he was let outside. But nothing had prepared him for a fight with a wolf, when he didn't know how territories worked. It took him a long time to learn his lessons about fighting, when to and when not to, before he completely got it through his thick skull. He slunk more near the cities, but learned that the people he knew now had turned on him, or something. He didn't much care after that, he became used to it, and now slinks around on his own.
- personality: No real way to put it. He's laid back, not happy, but not sad. He takes little interest in things, but when he does take up an interest, he pursues it like no other, on account of the fact that he doesn't have much to hold onto. He tries to cheer other wolves up, nothing better he likes to do actually than get attention, make a laugh or two. Rough housing, anything. Minus his slight need to make others happy, He doesn't actually fully understand all insults. But don't fool him, he knows when he's being insulted. He tries to avoid getting back at other wolves. Revenge isn't his thing, why be pissed when you can happy? Their loss. Haha.
I lied, I hated who I was.[/color][/font]
