Post by »Rie on Jul 16, 2008 14:33:47 GMT -5
Name:
Talking Drum,
Drum
Gender:
Male, In-tact
Age:
1 year, 6 months
Breed:
Native American Indian Dog
*Stray or Domestic:*
Stray
Personality:
With a solemn gaze in russet eyes as calm as a deep, and placid river this is one dog who seems to embrace everything that is heaven and earth into a single mysterious entity. His eyes seem to see something in the distance no matter where his gaze lingers, as though his head is perpetually in the clouds; and there is an air of the untouchable and unattainable that always lingers about him despite his apparent youth. His nature is quiet, and he seems to not care for the waste of words; always one to say what he means in a straight forward manner. To lie, for him, would be to belittle the one he lied to. While Drum refuses to be obsequious to any, he certainly has respect for those in positions of leadership.
Drum likes to say 'My paws are anchored on the earth, but my mind and spirit fly free.' He enjoys thinking, and wondering letting his mind journey far into the distance of the sky, and a world that only he can fathom. Despite his apparent laconic nature, this is an untruth, as Drum can be just as energetic as any dog and is willing to partake in a romp. His nature is just, and he does not judge those he does no know; prefer instead to base his speculations on observations and opinions of his own making. He does not care much for those quick to jump to conclusions; 'Hasty bought, decision without thought' as he puts it.
While certainly capable of fighting, he often does not care for a resort to violence, but will stand strong in the face of his beliefs and to protect those he considers his to protect. Drum's nature is a sturdy one, and he has a stubborn streak to see things through to the end; bitter or good. His loyalty once given, is hard to break, but the face of betrayal brings forth a side of the serene male usually unseen. His temper is quiet, but when raised as violent as any storm.
History:
Somewhere there is a set of papers, on a humans desk and on these papers the words "Out of Burning Sky by Battle Drum." These words proclaim the pedigree behind Drum's lineage, a long well cared for, well bred line of his ancestors down a carefully cultivated line that ends with him and his siblings, and cousins, so on and so forth.
Drum was born on a reservation some many miles away, and was named after his father, Battle Drum. When he was old enough Drum was gifted to the grandfather of the human woman who owned his line. Drum was well loved, and well looked after; and bonded closely with his master; a true one man dog. When the old man left Drum would wait faithfully at the end of the lane for the battered old pick-up truck to come rattling down the road, and greet the old man with calm eyes, and long licks to his hands.
Then, one day, the old man left and never came back. In the following days the human woman and her husband who had given him to the man came and went from the house, feeding Drum; He could feel their sadness, and knew something bad had happened. Then, the day came that the woman came to the faithful young dog, took his head between her hands and told him that the old man had passed on. Drum simply stared at her with his calm, intelligent eyes and licked her chin.
That night, many people visited the house of the old man, and the lit a fire in the yard and talked; told stories, and reminisced. Drum spent the time laying in the dirt and staring into the flames; then, during a moment when no one was looking he slipped away. The humans looked back and it was as though the dog had never been there; he'd simply drifted off like smoke on the breeze, or a spirit at dawn.
Drum promised he would never have another human after that, and so, he shed his collar in the fields with willful claws and slipped into the wilderness. He's traveled a ways since then, and while he only had a year with the old man, it is a year he recalls with fondness.
Other:
I, Maybe, give Tipsy my permission to create one new stray, even though there is a ban, because she has deleted two of her strays and has asked me politely. Do not give her a hard time about it. Thank you.
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