Post by journey on Oct 9, 2008 22:16:43 GMT -5
( I'm new thought I should introduce my characters. I hope you like them. =] )
Journey:
In the short months I was with my mother she taught me wisdom a pup could never understand. My mother was old when I was born and I was taken from her early. Humans claim there is no harm in separating a pup from her mother at 8 weeks old. They say we learn the lessons we need to live life by that age. But they are very wrong. I learned to understand their strange tongues. They talk about us "dogs" like they own us. My mother, they say, died shortly after our separation. I think the puppy in me died also. I knew they cared about me, the humans I mean. They loved me I was "cute" and "adventurous", clumsy. I had to learn on my own the things my mother would have taught me. Soon I grew, I learned what I needed and my humans grew as well. But they grew in a different way instead of growing older they grew tired; tired of me. I was no longer a cute baby I was an adult I no longer slept all day and there was nothing left for me to discover around the house. I continued to learn things but these things did not need to be hunted for. I began to see what my mother had been talking about. A year had passed and my humans were off for days at a time and I was left to wander the streets coming home each day for my meals and attention if my humans were not too busy.
There came a day when he did not return. I came home whenever the moon rose in the sky but he was not there in his den as he was usually for many moons this continued for many moons and my stomach grew empty and finally I made a decision. If he was not going to return; I was not going to return and so I left my home and took to the streets.
They'd called me Lady; my human and his family. The name my Mother gave me was Journey. It was long before I met my own kind. I'd learned to hunt the mice and birds that lived outside, I stayed out of site of other humans so I would not get into another 'human situation'. Finally I did meet another. He was about my size maybe a little bigger (but then I was small for my "breed" and compared to my siblings whom I remember nothing more about then size and voices. At least I think I remember). He taught me how to really hunt and how to live on the streets safely. We grew close over the 2 years we'd lived together, and over the time more and more dogs came to join us. I remember all of them well. We were all family, protecting each other watching each other's pups hunting for each other. Our lives couldn't have been better, until the news reached us...
There'd been an accident with cars, many of them. Our leader and the one I'd grown to love and admire had been to close. Two cars crashed head on and one flipped slamming into another. A car behind swerved and hit him and pinned him to a wall killing him.
I cannot explain the pain I felt; I don't think any words could. My family and I had a hard time accepting his death, he'd taken us all in he'd taught us all so much. But it was I who'd known him the longest I who'd helped him and helped him grow his family to what it was then. The streets crawled with memories, our memories. I had to get away.
I came here, not because I wanted to, no offense but I could not go any further, I can not run anymore. I believe things happen for a reason but I cannot figure what it might be that I'm supposed to do here. I don't want to be alone again. It's been so long since I've heard Journey upon the lips of my own kind.
Tragedy:
I don't remember much from my past. My life has been rather simple
I grew tired of the same surroundings. I'm too young to sit in the same old junkyard doing the same things every day on my own. I'll travel as long as I must to find companionship. I need excitement; while I'm still young.
Journey:
In the short months I was with my mother she taught me wisdom a pup could never understand. My mother was old when I was born and I was taken from her early. Humans claim there is no harm in separating a pup from her mother at 8 weeks old. They say we learn the lessons we need to live life by that age. But they are very wrong. I learned to understand their strange tongues. They talk about us "dogs" like they own us. My mother, they say, died shortly after our separation. I think the puppy in me died also. I knew they cared about me, the humans I mean. They loved me I was "cute" and "adventurous", clumsy. I had to learn on my own the things my mother would have taught me. Soon I grew, I learned what I needed and my humans grew as well. But they grew in a different way instead of growing older they grew tired; tired of me. I was no longer a cute baby I was an adult I no longer slept all day and there was nothing left for me to discover around the house. I continued to learn things but these things did not need to be hunted for. I began to see what my mother had been talking about. A year had passed and my humans were off for days at a time and I was left to wander the streets coming home each day for my meals and attention if my humans were not too busy.
There came a day when he did not return. I came home whenever the moon rose in the sky but he was not there in his den as he was usually for many moons this continued for many moons and my stomach grew empty and finally I made a decision. If he was not going to return; I was not going to return and so I left my home and took to the streets.
They'd called me Lady; my human and his family. The name my Mother gave me was Journey. It was long before I met my own kind. I'd learned to hunt the mice and birds that lived outside, I stayed out of site of other humans so I would not get into another 'human situation'. Finally I did meet another. He was about my size maybe a little bigger (but then I was small for my "breed" and compared to my siblings whom I remember nothing more about then size and voices. At least I think I remember). He taught me how to really hunt and how to live on the streets safely. We grew close over the 2 years we'd lived together, and over the time more and more dogs came to join us. I remember all of them well. We were all family, protecting each other watching each other's pups hunting for each other. Our lives couldn't have been better, until the news reached us...
There'd been an accident with cars, many of them. Our leader and the one I'd grown to love and admire had been to close. Two cars crashed head on and one flipped slamming into another. A car behind swerved and hit him and pinned him to a wall killing him.
I cannot explain the pain I felt; I don't think any words could. My family and I had a hard time accepting his death, he'd taken us all in he'd taught us all so much. But it was I who'd known him the longest I who'd helped him and helped him grow his family to what it was then. The streets crawled with memories, our memories. I had to get away.
I came here, not because I wanted to, no offense but I could not go any further, I can not run anymore. I believe things happen for a reason but I cannot figure what it might be that I'm supposed to do here. I don't want to be alone again. It's been so long since I've heard Journey upon the lips of my own kind.
Tragedy:
I don't remember much from my past. My life has been rather simple
I grew tired of the same surroundings. I'm too young to sit in the same old junkyard doing the same things every day on my own. I'll travel as long as I must to find companionship. I need excitement; while I'm still young.
