PIGEON [STRAY] Jul 17, 2014 23:58:57 GMT -6
Post by artistiicanarchy on Jul 17, 2014 23:58:57 GMT -6
Name: Noix, Pigeon(Pidge)
Gender: N/A(Has both male and female reproductive organs but is mostly referred to as he)
Breed: czechoslovakian X Eastern Laika
Personality: Quirky, morbid, a complete iconoclast, curious.
Likes: Rabbit meat, His wattles, lizards, Rotties(He finds them entertaining).
Dislikes: Packs(With a lingering hint of curiosity), living rats, carrion birds
Appearance: At about 70 cm(Adolesentshoulderheight), Pigeon has thick, dark grey skin which shows on his underside of his belly and the completely bare underside of his tail. His shortest layer of real fur is a light grey, above that are thick clumps along his neck and back which are an assortment of pale tans and some reddish guard hairs. He has a pair of silky-furred wattles below his ears. The two furry brown nubs above his eyes grow into long black horns in the spring, and shed mid-fall. His tail is about the length of his body, and loses most it's fur excluding the tip and base in the spring. He has gold, goatlike eyes which can move along horizontal sockets marked by two dark lines across his face, due to how short his elongated eyelids are(As they meet perfectly where his fur joins with nearly no extra skin) he cannot blink, however he can pull his eyes further into his skull, allowing them to close. Both his eyes shape and movement give him a much wider rang of view, allowing him to, with a quick movement, survey his whole surrounding, save the back of his head. He has a third set of limbs which fold into his chest and are rarely visible under his fur, the thumb-like structures on these appendages allow him to hold light objects, like small prey. His shape is often associated with that of a giant fox gone wrong.
Limited Traits: N/A
History: Born to the parents of two master-obsessive and mutationless ex-housedogs, Pigeon was expected to be lacking in such oddities as well. Given the birth-name of "Noix" pigeon was abandoned at about four-five dogyears of age due to his undeniable mutations, which his parents found unsuitable for their own purity, and impossible to hide. His parents dubbed him dead to rid themselves of the bad omen of the mutated pup and their own underlying impurities as they reasoned it. Luckily Pigeon was found by another stray who took him under his wing(literally), calling him pigeon for the scruffy state he found him in, as well as his pelt colors and accents. The pair set up a den by the strangewater, due to it's vacancy and the young pigeons inability to travel constantly as he would have. Just being old enough to eat meat at the time of his finding, Coax(the stray) brought the young dog hunting for rats in the city, and eventually, when he became stronger and more mature the two began to hunt larger prey in the forest. Pigeon, although he found the whole "masters" talk absurd, was curious about packlife, and often questioned the older stray on it, Coax, for whichever reason, hated the packs(Probably because he was a stray) and would with much bias tell Pigeon about the packs while emphasizing the flaws; even so, Pigeon stayed curious. However on one hunt Pigeon injured his leg; Coax, not allowing him to join in the hunt starting hunting for the both of them again. Unfortunately one day Coax did not return from the hunt. Whether he was killed, or felt too pressured and abandoned Pigeon for his solo life Pigeon never saw the dog again. Pigeon personally theorizes that a group from the forest pack killed him for being on their territory, and started to resent the packs for it. After Coax's death he often debated which name to go by, not sure if he was willing to allow others to use the name Coax gave him.
A shift in the wind tugged at Pigeon's rough fur, matted terribly from a string of consecutive hunts. He was aware that he shouldn't hunt more food than he could eat, that there would come a time where he wouldn't have enough to hunt, especially with the packs hogging the best of it, but left in his boredom with the new lack of companionship he had little else to do but wallow in regret. He would wind up blaming himself for his mentor's death if he sat still too long, besides, the massive amount of food he would gather before he'd fall out of the faze would do him well if hard times came any time soon. He wouldn't mind it if the packs wound up starving because he'd take the best of the prey. That would be a reverse of roles he'd quite like, actually. At least he could keep trespassers out of his own territory, they deserved any losses for not being careful, just as he'd deserved his.
Even at his age he was a large dog, one who could clearly defend himself, even with his leg still not in it's best shape, so he had little actual fear of trespassers, especially considering his location, surely no one was stupid enough to go near the strangewater, let alone drink from it, Coax had explained to him with a mocking tone. He had wondered at the time why, then, would they? Sooner or later he understood the importance of it, not just to live near the strangewater but to actually drink from it- It was all about image, convenience was just a plus. They'd been two dogs, no, strays two very mutated strays taking the packs prey, and drinking from the water they disgust so much, scorning the masters with each word of speech- they were defiance, dogs of iconoclast. He was living inside Coax's hatred without knowing it for most of his life.
Pigeon made his way to his sacred water, dipping his lips to the cool surface and lapped at it, it tasted as strange as the name ensured, though he was used to it by now, an acquired taste, per say. After drinking his fill he moved woozily over to an already gutted young elk, and proceeded to rip gluttonously at it's innards. With a now distended stomach the mix-breed stray completed the circle, dropping to his weight through the entrance of the low-headed dirt den his partner had dug out for the both of them to stay; once a tight and uncomfortable squeeze the area seemed large, and intimidating.