10-14-2018, 10:03 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]He knew what it was like to live up to the family name. Being apart of a prodigy litter, Victor had a lot riding on him as soon as he entered this world. Both of his parents held high titles, known throughout sled racing for setting record times over and over. His father and mother had tense rivalries between one another, racing for opposing teams and even coming in as a tie more often than most. Somehow, the two found love inside of their rivalry and ended up becoming married and so on and so forth. Their children were expected to make history such as that, but things did not turn out so well. His brother was too strong and bulky to be a lead dog, thus he was cast into the roll of the wheel dog, the one in the very back of the team. Victor was the one who everyone expected to set higher records and carry on the family legacy, but in the end, it had been his sister.
His family was the loving type, but they expected their children to be champions. Upon Victor's injury and retirement, he had been fearful that his family would overlook him and label him a failure. In the end, that was not the case. Both of his parents were supportive of him and loved him no less. A happy childhood was what he had, one he was fortune to have. Thankfully, he had found a place where no one would recognize his surname. Even so, he did not typically state his last name when he introduced himself. It was a risk he was still afraid of taking. At times did Victor consider even changing it, but he knew that would be disrespectful to his family. He was part of his family he was proud of, but it was evident that the life he wanted was not in his plans.
The voice had caught him off guard, spooking him a bit. Pivoting on his back legs, the silver canine quickly turned to face the source of the noise. He knew this guy, or at least recognized him. Victor could not help but smile at the threat. There was a clear size advantage on his end, but knew better than anyone that this guy's groupmates would be on him like bees on honey. He found discomfort in how hostile some of the groups were towards each other, but the husky could not care less about group relationships. Though, the Russian words did catch his attentions, even if they were an insult. He did, however, find a bit of humor in the supposed insult. He was a bit amazed he was able to still understand the words. "Are you from Russian? he asked, evading the threat rather slyly. Victor had yet to meet anyone from the country that was not kin to him. "I think we've met before. Were you the cranky one who yelled at me when I first joined?" He was not sure even if he joined back then, but he had the memory of a fruit fly, so it was not much of shock he could not recall.
His family was the loving type, but they expected their children to be champions. Upon Victor's injury and retirement, he had been fearful that his family would overlook him and label him a failure. In the end, that was not the case. Both of his parents were supportive of him and loved him no less. A happy childhood was what he had, one he was fortune to have. Thankfully, he had found a place where no one would recognize his surname. Even so, he did not typically state his last name when he introduced himself. It was a risk he was still afraid of taking. At times did Victor consider even changing it, but he knew that would be disrespectful to his family. He was part of his family he was proud of, but it was evident that the life he wanted was not in his plans.
The voice had caught him off guard, spooking him a bit. Pivoting on his back legs, the silver canine quickly turned to face the source of the noise. He knew this guy, or at least recognized him. Victor could not help but smile at the threat. There was a clear size advantage on his end, but knew better than anyone that this guy's groupmates would be on him like bees on honey. He found discomfort in how hostile some of the groups were towards each other, but the husky could not care less about group relationships. Though, the Russian words did catch his attentions, even if they were an insult. He did, however, find a bit of humor in the supposed insult. He was a bit amazed he was able to still understand the words. "Are you from Russian? he asked, evading the threat rather slyly. Victor had yet to meet anyone from the country that was not kin to him. "I think we've met before. Were you the cranky one who yelled at me when I first joined?" He was not sure even if he joined back then, but he had the memory of a fruit fly, so it was not much of shock he could not recall.