06-03-2019, 10:04 AM
OLIVER BLACK
BORDER COLLIE - MALE - 14 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
Life had not always been pleasant or fair to Oliver. He had learned early on in his youth that the world wasn't the kind of place his mother had told him about, and that good things didn't always happen to good people. And for better or worse, Ollie considered himself mainly good. He wasn't a perfect person by any means- he had trust issues and a short temper, and was probably a bit more naive then he needed to be- but he wasn't an evil or bad in any capacity. The brown-eyed boy always tried to be polite to others and to always be honest. He believed in working hard and taking care of the people he loved, even if these latter two practices weren't something he'd been able to practice for a while. Being on your on had that affect though. Anyways, the point being was that Oliver had come to know that the world was an arbitrary place, one that lacked the magical things called karma and that God, if he did so exist, didn't just give things to people. You were on you own in life to make your choices and live with them, and Ollie knew now that he had to make strategic choices and hope for the best if he was going to make it.
So what was his first major choice in this new chapter of his life? A home, obviously! He had been by himself for a while now despite being the sort who was quick to try and befriend the people he liked, but that had been easier with his friend around, back before.... well, he prefer not to go into detail. All that needed to be known was that hi's friend had held a lot more confidence and a stronger sense of judgement when it came to meeting others. But Oliver couldn't be alone forever. He wanted friends and a family, a community to be a part of, and so joining a clan was inevitable. It had just taken him some time to work up the nerve to get the joining over with.
He was here though, ready and waiting, seated quietly on the Tanglewood border. His paws were muddy from the trek through the swamp and had reached firmer ground near the scent lines, which he was grateful for. He was excited to be there and to be leaving his self imposed solitude behind, but he was nervous as well. There was nothing special about him that made him a desirable member. He could hunt, was very fast, and was definitely willing to pull his weight in whatever way he could, but to look at he was as average as they came. His blue merle fur in its neat border collie pattern clung to a body of average size with no impressive mutations. While he had a healthy build to him he wasn't a ripped soldier or a stealthy spy. He was just willing candidate, and he could only hope that was enough.
"SPEECH
BORDER COLLIE - MALE - 14 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
Life had not always been pleasant or fair to Oliver. He had learned early on in his youth that the world wasn't the kind of place his mother had told him about, and that good things didn't always happen to good people. And for better or worse, Ollie considered himself mainly good. He wasn't a perfect person by any means- he had trust issues and a short temper, and was probably a bit more naive then he needed to be- but he wasn't an evil or bad in any capacity. The brown-eyed boy always tried to be polite to others and to always be honest. He believed in working hard and taking care of the people he loved, even if these latter two practices weren't something he'd been able to practice for a while. Being on your on had that affect though. Anyways, the point being was that Oliver had come to know that the world was an arbitrary place, one that lacked the magical things called karma and that God, if he did so exist, didn't just give things to people. You were on you own in life to make your choices and live with them, and Ollie knew now that he had to make strategic choices and hope for the best if he was going to make it.
So what was his first major choice in this new chapter of his life? A home, obviously! He had been by himself for a while now despite being the sort who was quick to try and befriend the people he liked, but that had been easier with his friend around, back before.... well, he prefer not to go into detail. All that needed to be known was that hi's friend had held a lot more confidence and a stronger sense of judgement when it came to meeting others. But Oliver couldn't be alone forever. He wanted friends and a family, a community to be a part of, and so joining a clan was inevitable. It had just taken him some time to work up the nerve to get the joining over with.
He was here though, ready and waiting, seated quietly on the Tanglewood border. His paws were muddy from the trek through the swamp and had reached firmer ground near the scent lines, which he was grateful for. He was excited to be there and to be leaving his self imposed solitude behind, but he was nervous as well. There was nothing special about him that made him a desirable member. He could hunt, was very fast, and was definitely willing to pull his weight in whatever way he could, but to look at he was as average as they came. His blue merle fur in its neat border collie pattern clung to a body of average size with no impressive mutations. While he had a healthy build to him he wasn't a ripped soldier or a stealthy spy. He was just willing candidate, and he could only hope that was enough.
"SPEECH
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