deliver these wings and i'll fly straight to hell

NAME: irelyn arya daa'vn /skye
AGE: 4 yrs
GENDER: female
BREED:Belgian Tervuren
PACK: westwood

APPEARANCE:

Irelyn is a very gorgeous dog, and no one would disagree with that statement. It would be most fitting to start with her face; That face of hers is such a pure, innocent one- It's mostly made up of light brown and black; her eyes are surrounded by what seems like a mask of caramel, save her eyes brows. Her eye brows are a dark brown, and are flawless on her face. On the outer rims of her eyes, a slim black lines traces down to the outside, darker colors. Irelyn's ears stand tall on her head, and despite her disability, are very proud. Irelyn, for her breed, is average sized; Tall, and lean. She doesn't have much muscle, yet has longer legs, built for endurance and speed. Her pelt is long fur, a beautiful canvas painted with browns, tans, and black. Irelyn's chest, however, has a small white patch, giving her an even more attractive appearance. And lastly, those eyes of hers... They are an amber color, that really but the finishing touch to her. She is just all around beautiful, and is often the object of envy.

PERSONALITY:

strengths ;
determined to show worth / persistent / compassionate /
weaknesses ;
m u t e ! / no confidence / shy / reserved

The best place to start would be mentioning Irelyn's disability. Irelyn, since a pup, was mute. She wasn't born like this, no. That's a story for another time though- Irelyn, because of her lack of voice, is very shy and reserved. She doesn't fear interaction, nacassarily, but is often to herself and might try to avoid it a lot. She feels like she can be a burden to others, since she was a pup. This leads to Irelyn's comlpete lack of self confidence. Due to her not possesing a voice, she simply lost all hope for herself. She doesn't pity herself, or hate herself; She simply doesn't expect anything from anyone. She convinces herself she's worthless- yet this leads to something else. Irelyn has a strong, possesive pride to prove she's not totally worthless. She has pushed herself to deadly, fatal extremes to convince others she's more than what they take her for. Irelyn's pesrsistance and determination is very muchadmired by others. However, Irelyn has a strange tenancy of pushing away such attention, bringing back the fear of burdening others. However, once in a comfterable enviornment, Irelynn is very protective, determined and anything but a burden.

HISTORY:

first person
small fragments of my life;

> i suppose you might be wondering why i'm mute. i'd like to know, too, honestly. well, when i was just a pup, not even two full years old, me and my brother were sold by our first owner. the new owner... i didn't like him from the start. he was cruel and neglected us far to often. we were chained in the back yard, fed onec every two days, and had to share a dog house. in the winter- no straw, no blankets. just each other.

> after maybe three weeks of living with this owner... we were involved in terrible, terrible things. heartbreaking things... dogfights. we didn't know how to avoid it- the ring wasn't escapable. it was impossible. i remember being thrown in so many times with so many cruel, bloodthirsting dogs... i don't know how i survived so long. i never killed, nor were i killed. i was just, well, i made it by. but there was this one dog, a doberman, and i just couldn't. i couldn't beat him... he, well, he was agressive. he was a monster! we... well, he's how i lost my bark. he dug his teeth so deep into my neck. i was very sick for a couple days, but they healed me. when i learned i couldn't talk, i was devastated. they kept me alive, though, cause i could still fight...

> after four weeks of not having a bark, i remember my brother was put against that same dog. and i just couldn't let that happen. i remember breaking through the cage and jumping into that ring, and me and my brother fought the doberman. however, the humans pulled us both away.

>that last night, when they pulled me and my brother apart, i was taken away to a giant room full of caged dogs. i woke up, quite drowzy. there were fewer humans and more dogs. i remember a large, sheepdog talking to me. well, talking at me. "you look like that last fella'," he said. my ears perked forward, and my heart dropped. he saw it, i know he did! "the last fella' in there, went up against Ol' Dagmar. didn't stand a chance. Dagmar took him to hell, and returned himself."

> my brothers death devastated me. i had to get out. and i did. i escaped. when they tried sticking me in against a german shepherd dog, i bit the humans and made a run for it. i found my way to an old trainstation, and ripped my collar off using a metal pole broken in the ground. i stayed down there for awhile; eating mice, rats.

> i don't know how long it was when i lived down there. all i know is, the humans were gone... and the city was run by dogs. three packs... i have to avenge my brother, join a pack, live for his sake. not my own. how many years might have passed? all i know now, is that time has caught up with itself. and there's not much i can do, but search for purpose.