Zayan.x [finished <3]

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[atrb=background,http://i486.photobucket.com/albums/rr229/s-doggy13/midd-5.png] ZAYAN GREAT DANE , FIVE YEARS , MALE. Past History; He was a ship dog. Since the day he was born he was a ship dog. His mother had run off while the sip was in port, and had puppies a few months later after the ship left. That boat and the sea, the only homes he'd ever known. He grew up there on the deck, taking care of the rates as his mother did. She was the captain's dog, and a beautiful one at that. Pure bred Great Dane. Her pups were, too. It was just cargo ship, carrying goods from one country to the next. The crew was kind to the dogs, they all loved having their company. However, the ship was old, and they all knew this would likely be her last voyage. Many of the crew members would retire along with it. But it wasn't to be. As they headed back to their home port, they hit a storm. A storm like they'd never seen before. Sure, there had been storms, but Zayan had always loved the way the waves would crash against the boat. The way the sky would flash with lightning. But this was different. The water would splash onto the boat, and the thunder was loud enough to be heard over the waves. The poor old boat hung on as long as she could, but when lightning struck the mast, it was over. It collapsed, crushing the boat underneath. Everything - and everyone - was thrown into the sea. Not one lived. Island History; Or did they? Ah yes, that one small pup, not even quite a year old yet, found himself washed up on the beach of a small island. He should have died there, but one young female had compassion for the poor thing. She found him there on the sand, half dead already. She didn't have much, but she gave him food and water. He was grateful to the canine, though after he was well enough to hunt for himself she left him. He never saw her again. Even to this day, he's not sure of her name, or if she's even still alive. Soon enough though, he began to wonder if it would have been best had he died. He realized quickly that there were more dogs here, and that it wasn't 'all for one and one for all.' Oh no, it was survival of the fittest out here. Food, warm places to sleep, and even just walking sometimes seemed to be a competition. If you had food, odds were someone knew, and they would be stronger, and they would steal it. Many a time he was chased out of a warm den because someone else wanted it. But he was a Great Dane, and naturally, that meant he grew. And grew. Until he was bigger than many of the dogs around the island. Oh how grateful he was for that small fact, as it meant he need only bare his large fangs and many would run. Even then though, food was scarce. He ate what he found, even if it was a fallen body of his own kind. Anything that would fill that empty pit within him. There was a certain time he found a female who seemed different from the others. She'd been born here on the island, and knew many of its secrets. The best places to find food, the hidden places to sleep, she knew them all. For that Zayan decided not to kill her. They actually became friends, and Zayan found himself falling in love with her. He protected her, she found them food. They worked well together. Until one day, when she never came back from hunting. And then he found her body, and her killer. That dog never even knew what hit him. Zayan spilled a lot of blood that day. Since then, many would say he's gone crazy. He kills, he eats, and never speaks. He's certainly not one to mess with. Personality; Zayan is many things. He's disturbing, cruel, ruthless, and a killer; desperate, lonely, sad, and angry. He sees anyone smaller or weaker than he as the enemy, and more specifically, food. This island has driven him to insanity. It's given him happiness, then ripped it away. It's driven a hatred and lust for revenge so deep into him that he knows nothing else. Anything he's ever loved, he lost. He loved the ship. He loved the crew. He loved his family. He loved that dog. All are gone. Too much loss does strange things to the mind. He rarely speaks, for fear that if eh says anything to anyone, he might get even the smallest attachment to them, and then they'll die. He hates this island. More than anything else in the world, he wishes he could kill it. But it's not like dogs. A bite on the neck can't kill an island. No, this island won't ever die. But the dogs on it will, and he makes sure of that. There's little in the way of food, and so he's fallen so low that he eats anything he kills. Even then, it's not much. He's not much. He swears that this island eats dogs as they walk across it. Before. However, he wasn't always like that. Before the island, back on the ship, he was always a bit of a jokester. He was always getting into trouble. He had a whole collection of shoes, hats, and other various items that definitely didn't belong to him. He never had a care in the world. The only things that mattered were his family and the ship, and the ocean rolling beneath him. After. Obviously though, he's changed. And for the worse, no doubt. 'Fun' isn't a word he even understands anymore. Sarcasm angers him. He even hates the ocean now. It took his family, and the only home he'd ever known. He's grown despise almost everything, including life itself. The ways he has change go on forever, but one thing's for sure: he's a far cry from the dog he once was. Other; Zayan's one and only goal in life is to avenge the death of the dog he loved. Which he's likely gone over and beyond accomplishing, but yet, he can't seem to accept it. He really isn't much to look at, just a big skeleton really with just enough muscle and meat on his bones to crush a smaller dog and live for a few more days. He's afraid of the beach, and terrified of the ocean. Most of his days are spent deep in the jungle. He won't really know what to think about all of the new dogs on the island, though will likely see them as little more than a new supply of food.

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