Slate - Finished<3

[londontwilight]

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[atrb=background,http://i486.photobucket.com/albums/rr229/s-doggy13/midd-5.png] Slate Belgian Teruven , 2.4 years , Male. Past History; I woke up. The sound of a car break seemed to scream in my ear as I felt myself thrown against the newly polished glass window of Josh's antique car, really his wealthy father's antique car. Josh; he was my master. Just turned twenty-two the evening before. He knew me since I was the lost pup he found wandering around his father's garage. He raised my like I was more than a pet, more than what he could describe. We were partner's in crime. Our personalities fit, our lifestyle fit. We were one. The sirens seemed like a faint sound. I didn't know what was happening. I felt something, off; I couldn't sense Josh anymore. Moving wasn't an option at the moment, I felt something against my chest . Breathing seemed like it wasn't an option either, for once in my life; I was helpless. The Next Day: My eyes couldn't even open, they ached. All I heard were the echoes of dogs barking and cats hissing. I turned my body away from the sound and felt the back of my fur bush against cold metal bars. I slept. "Will he be Kay?" I recognized the voice, it was Josh's father. ''He should be. He needed minor surgery to his lungs, but other than that hes ready to go home." I felt a sigh of relief. But the feeling of Josh not being there just, didn't agree. I didn't even know if he was dead or alive, I sensed he was dead though. I just didn't want to think of it that way. The Next Morning I was finally home. The shine of the alpine light that seemed to climb the mountain spread shined like golden beams of light across the vineyard and across my eyes.The sweet smell of my daily beef and rice breakfast distracted me from thoughts of the days before. I raced down the stairs waiting to meet Josh eating his pancakes, but, his chair was empty. I died inside. Our maid looked at me, she could see the sadness piercing through my eyes. She patted my head. 'Maybe you need something to take your mind off Josh'. She left the room. I heard her and Josh's father talking. His sad attitude seemed to change as the conversation went on. He came into the room and smiled at me. 'Maybe you do need something to take your mind off Josh'. I barked at the idea. That Night I was in a plane, the only bad thing was that I wasn't in a seat. Just a crate. I decided to rest before the trip ended. Just as I seemed to fall asleep. I dreamed of Josh, it seemed impossible for me to get over him. Thankfully, we landed in a few short hours. The second I was out of the airport, I knew the smell. Fresh coconuts being harvested from trees, volcanic rocks, a roaring ocean. Hawaii. Hawaii had been the first trip Josh took me on as a pup. I was finally starting to forget about Josh. The Next Morning Hawaii has been great for me, its really what I needed. Not a care in the world. I wandered off to the beach with Josh's, but something didn't feel right. I was the only one who seemed on edge. I decided to forget about it, I was here to relax. I drifted off near the shore of the beach, till a heard a gun shot. I looked for someone, anyone. But I was the only one there. I ran confused and scared. A blow seemed to the back of my head; and I was out cold. Island History; I woke. Beams of sun shot across my face.I tried to stand but I wasn't strong enough. I could feel that I was in water, but I was to tired to open my eyes. Then I realized something. The smells were gone. I coudlnt hear the ocean. I wasnt in Hawaii anymore. I didnt know where I was. I hated the sense of being helpless, but I couldnt help it. The Next Morning I spent the night just lying here. Ive finally realized im not going to survive if I just lay here. Even though it hurt, I stood and finally opened my eyes. I was in the jungle. Three Days Later My success on the island has come easily. Ive found a small cave just over a small oasis of crystal clear water filled with fish. The only locals Ive met are the boars, wove become something of an enemy. I learned something from them; eat or be eaten. Ive only left the forest to see whats on the beach. Many sounds have come from the large sand mounds. I hate not knowing what they are. Ive noticed other dog tracks but haven't actually seen any dogs. I fear they might me dangerous. Learning what to and not to eat has probably been the most difficult for me. Ive been poisoned by various plants on the island, luckily I'm now in good health. Ive also learned what plants can heal wounds from brawls with boars, and poisons from dart frogs. There was one thing missing from the island. A friend. I hadn't met any other human or dog and Ive been here for years. I feel so alone. Personality; Hes always been a thinker. Not a brainiac, more of a mechanic. He loves to find his way into things and figure them out. Figure out why they're there and how they work. Hes not all thinking. Hes probably one of the most social dogs you would ever meet. And everyone who meets him, seems to love him. He can seem like a flirt, though he doesnt try to be. Its just how he is. Before. Slate loved to tinker. Build things, pull things apart and make them into something new. Being cared for was a must. His wealthy family had a made and he took advantage of it. Daily breakfast at the table, two-hour walk, pool and exercise time; not a care in the world. Though he spent most of his time with Josh, he was the dog everyone would greet as they walked down the street. Cockiness was one of his flaws. Cockiness was the main reason he didnt have many 'real friends'. They were all dogs who stayed with him for his mansion home and wealthy family, who would often treat them better than guests. He was also very clever and could read people easily. Another reason he didnt have many 'real friends'. Charming? The romeo of dogs. He could make just about anyone fall in love with him with out even trying. After. GI-Joe. He worked like a military man. Strong, adventurous, and even more of a tinkerer. Knowing how to get in and out of things has become a must. From constructing a way to keep viscous bores out of his territory to figuring out how to stop the small flow of water running into his oasis. Being cared for every day? Forget about it. He was on his own now and learned to live as such. He also became much less social and more cautious of anything he sees. Being isolated for moths has almost driven him mad. The only thing keeping him sane is the pawprints he occasionally sees on the beach. Hes just to afraid to find out what they lead to. He tried once. They were older prints, but he knew they would lead to something. He was right. A large cave. He sensed death. Almost hell like. As he walked in, the moistness of the cave seemed to become dryer with every step he took. The floor was, he shudders at the memory. He remembers one thing though. The taste of blood, right before he blacked out. It had been nights before he woke up. He didnt know this part of the jungle. It was uncharted. It didnt seem like the normal jungle. No insects to been seen, no birds to be heard. Just dead silence. He just ran. Didnt care where he was going. He just, ran. Other; Slate is gifted in battle. His knowledge and strength combined make a prodigy warrior. Though hes only used his skills when needed, he isnt scared to face any opponent, though his body language might not show it. He also has a side of him that seems to slip out every once in awhile. Lets just say, he isnt afraid to make a deal with the devil.

[Reconsider]

Hello londontwilight,
there are a few things you need to fix before Slate can be accepted.

• Picture. Your picture is copyrighted and also is too big for the form. Please find a noncopyrighted image that is small enough that will not stretch the form. (:
  
  
• Past History. There are a few things that need to be fixed in your past history. First off, I think it would be best to change it to where he was not on a plane or a crate, because it's confusing and infers toward the plot. The main focus of IP is that all canines are going on about everyday normal life, and somehow dissapear. An object such as a crate would not be with them, since none of the canines per say "fell of a plane" since that's part of the mystery.
  
  
• Items. "Items from humans often wash up on shore." Needs to be removed since it infers there are humans close by and the canines have no idea whether they do or not.
  
  
• Time. Since your canine has been on the island, you need to change "months" to "years" or something less clear.
  

Once you change these, I or a staff member will re-evaluate (:

[londontwilight]

Everything should be fixed. Also, the image was stock from kimballstock.com.

[Thirteen]

accepted~ <3

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