Kailani [ Stray]

[x.Torment.x]

Name: Threat Shaker
Calling: Kailani
Gender: Female – In Tact
Age: 1 and a half
Breed: German Shepherd
Stray/ Domestic: Stray
Personality: Sweet, Loyal, Protective of her friends, children and pups. She can sometimes be dominant and intimidating, but is usually quite nice to be around. She likes to run, jump, wrestle, spar and play. She loves to please and make other happy. She’s motherly towards pups, but not afraid of males that push her about and won’t stand for it, either.

General Behavior:
She’s usually seen walking through the city, hanging out at the park as she plays with the little kids who sit on the playground, or she’ll also be seen exploring new places. She relatively laid back and relaxed around other canines unless they get aggressive with her. Then she whips it back.

Fears:
- That her master will find and hurt her again..

History :
Its cold outside. The icy wind is blowing on her face again. She stumbled through the shadows over and over again. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. So now she found herself running from her memories with the wind beneath her feet. I’ll be okay. As long as I’m running away, I’ll be-- I’ll be okay. she thought as she galloped down the road, chain link dangling from her neck, her claws clicking upon the pavement to make a rhythmic beat. What memories she ran from were of a master gone bad after she’d turned a year old and started training.

Two worlds collide, the world of what once was a pet now collides with the world of the strays, but only briefly.

She found herself sleeping in an alleyway only to wake up and find that her master had found her. He struck her upside the head and used the chain link to drag her to the truck as he picked her up and put her inside before slamming the door and hopping in. She pushed herself as far away from the angered man as she could, her body being pressed harshly against the passenger’s door as he drove.

Home..

They were getting closer and closer to it, she could tell because of the surroundings and scents.

Closer and closer…. The end.

He yanked her out of the truck using her chain to drag her from its seat when she balked only to result in her losing balance as her form came smashing down upon the cement of the driveway, the female striking her nose hard enough to bleed. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. No, no it wasn’t. She wasn’t supposed to get treated like this when she had been taken in by the man. No, he was her trainer and she was a police dog, he was supposed to be her partner and companion.. Not the abusive monster of her nightmares.

As much as she wanted to attack him she dared not do that because the memory of the last time was painful, the bruising beneath her pelt having only just finished healing. Yet, she knew she’d have more bruises beneath where her collar rested from him yanking her about by her chain.

Oh how she hated him now. How she wanted nothing but to get away. How she missed how he had treated her as a pup. Back in the days when he’d speak to her calling her “Baby girl” or “Precious” and cuddle or pet her. She didn’t know what had changed him, perhaps it was that she had done something wrong in training, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she had to get away.

SLAM.

The house door was slammed behind him as he walked back into the house after having put her back on a fresh chain in the backyard after having beat her in the back with a stick and kicked her. She lay there in a heap on the ground, soft whine slipping past her lips, her mask soaked with moisture from crying.

Rumble. Choke. Roar.

The Truck had started back up again, its motor idling for a moment before its steady rumble moved, telling her that he was pulling out of the driveway. She watched as it then pulled out into the road and drove off. I have to get away… she thought to herself as she slowly rolled to her belly before pushing herself to her feet. How her body ached, that beating was horrible and she was sure that she had a few bruised or cracked ribs from the blows his feet gave. Soft whine slipped past her lips and she stood for a moment, dizzy. As the dizziness cleared she then charged forward, chian link rattling behind her.

Chink. Thud.

She’d run to the end of her chain at such a speed that she’d gotten snapped back only to hit the ground upon her back. She growled softly and rose to her feet as she then charged again, this time pausing at the chains end as she then turned about and tugged and pushed as hard as she could. Finally with a kick of her hind legs as she balked, her head slipped through her collar only to send her staggering back a few steps.

Freedom.

She then spun about as she galloped out of the yard and down the road in the opposite direction of the man. Hours later she came staggering into the snowy park, her paws bleeding and cracked as she now walked down the snowy pathway that humans walked along, the wind whipping through her mane. She soon found her way over to a park play tunnel and lay down in it as she curled up and watched the snow fall outside. It wasn’t a dog house, but it’d have to do. There was no turning back, there was no going home.

This was her world now… The world of a stray.