Post by gypsy on May 9, 2008 20:12:11 GMT -5
She never slows down...
She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down..
She won't turn around...
The shadows are long and she fears if she cries, that first tear, the tears will not stop, raining down....
So stand in the rain...
Stand your ground,
Stand up when it's all crashing down...
You stand through the pain...
You won't drown,
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain...
She won't make a sound....
Alone in this fight with herself and the fears, whispering, if she stands she'll fall down...
She wants to be found,
The only way out is through everything, she's running from... wants to give up, and lie down.
song: Stand In The Rain By: Superchick
She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down..
She won't turn around...
The shadows are long and she fears if she cries, that first tear, the tears will not stop, raining down....
So stand in the rain...
Stand your ground,
Stand up when it's all crashing down...
You stand through the pain...
You won't drown,
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain...
She won't make a sound....
Alone in this fight with herself and the fears, whispering, if she stands she'll fall down...
She wants to be found,
The only way out is through everything, she's running from... wants to give up, and lie down.
song: Stand In The Rain By: Superchick
Name of Dog:My name is Gypsy, but I'm usually called "runt" or ""priss"...
Alias(s): I really have none as of now, I'm new around here...
Gender: I'm a female.
Age: I'm about two in the humans years
Breed: I'm a Border Collie.
Date of Birth: I entered this cruel world in the beginning of the fall
Family Members: He was born still.
Mental Description: I like to think alot, but sometimes it doesn't show.. I can get into alot of trouble by doing some bone-headed thing and not have a clue in how to get out of it when other times i can get out of trouble as fast as I got into it. I guess I'm smart, I was smart nouph to make it this far on my own. But now is the real test, I may need to be a strongly mental thinker to survive here... This will be tough but I'll wrap my mind around it somehow....
Personality: usually I'm laied back but now that I"am around here i feel uneasy and always want to run and hide from every little sound I hear. This place, its somewhat scary to me... I feel like it would help alot if i could find someone who knew the area more then I do... maybe someday, i don't see many dogs coming my way just yet... and if one did I'd probably run and hide anyway...
Physical Description: I'm short and not that strong, you could call me a girlie girl if you want to. I've always dreamed of being owned by a nice little girl who would dress me up in the most prettiest ribbons, and paint my nails, anyway I'm not very muscular, my maw is short, non-like the collies with their long faces, my paws are very tinny and my ears look to big for me.
Appearance: My fur is black, it appears to be a little red when I'm in the light, I have a white blaze, my white blaze runs down my throat, to my belly and up my legs, my toes are black as if I stepped in black paint, my tail is tipped white, and my eyes are a golden chocolate color. I'm not a very tall dog, I'm smaller than what a normal dog my breed should be, thats why I'm often called "runt". My ears lay half way up when I'm relaxed but when i get excited or surprised they perk right up. My tail is long but doesn't quite touch the ground. My pads are rough from all the traveling ive done. I have a semifluffy coat, but my coat is very long and silky, i warry that it will someday get all knodded...
History: It all started out for me, on a cold but foggy morning in the beginning of October... I don’t remember much of my mother. My sibling was born still, I could tell when he laid next to me not moving, his body was so warm but then, it turned cold. By the time my eyes where open, she, well.. my mother was gone, all I have of her today are her soft words that still ring in my ears, i could hear her talking to me after a wile, she kept calling me by my name, Gypsy is what she called me, independent is what it was.
She left later in the month, sometimes I still tell myself she just went to hunt for good food in the humans garbage piles and never came back for the you-know-what reason. Deep down in my heart I can feel that it wasn’t that, it was more then just that. My time was running out in the cold October month, soon it would be winter, a winter that would seem never ending and I would be put to death by its unbearable chills and harsh winds. I knew what was coming, I could smell it and my eyes could see the future, i never really paid any attention of my future telling ability, more like day-ja-voo until I got older.
that October, I struggled to live for a couple of weeks I was a scavenger. I consumed the remains of the carcasses that I could find and more from the humans garbage piles. I grew slower than usual, I could hunt, I was self-taught, and then I had a vision, this is about the time i started to pay attention to my gift. It was almost like a short clip in my head, white sparkles fell from the blue above, they landed softly on my green grass and didn’t go away, I wanted them to stay, but then again I wanted them to go. My vision stopped and a week later the white sparkles began to fall.
It was the coldest I have ever felt, I almost died that month, but I managed somehow. Its like the great spirits from above where protecting me. I thanked them every night before I laid my head down on my paws and fell asleep. It was the longest month, how I hated the cold.. but soon after the warm breezes came and wiped the white blankets away, but still I wasn’t happy, I moved on to bigger, stronger, more dangerous lands.
I fallowed the great flame in the sky I had to over come many obstacles, mentally and physically many other dogs my age that lived on the other side o the metal bars made fun of me because of my looks and the way I live, I was born a stray, they told me I looked more like a rat then a pure bred. I wasn’t sure if I should have believe them, I've never seen a rat before, but they didn’t make them sound good at all. All I knew was that I wanted to fit in. I kept fallowing the flame. not the moon or the sun, but a smaller one, it seemed to tell me that my destiny lay far to the north from where I was and I was also told by other travelers that the flame that talked to me lay in the north part of the sky also, so that is why I fallowed it.
Through out my life I have been picked up and dumped out like the trash I eat, I'm on a journey now, the journey of my life, to find others that love me for who I'm
Sample RP: I lay there by the side of the road, part of me wanting to get smashed by a semi and part of me wanting some nice person to pick me up with their warm arms and take me home so I would never have to look back on my past. Cars whooshed by, some to close, I stood up and a car that was coming near swearved off almost crashing into another car, thats when i decided i needed to leve before i hurt someone. As I stepped away from the highway down into the ditch on the side of the road i stumbled a bit, my paw still hurt from stepping on a broken beer bottle the the other day "what is the world coming to?" I asked as I struggle to walk up the other side of the ditch.
Other: There is no other... I don't think.