Vulpus Vasum: 00 ♂ | 00 ♀
Post by arro on Mar 17, 2014 17:29:03 GMT -6
Drachen was not a kind individual.
But he had once been.
He had been a naive pup once upon a time much like any other dog. However, as he had grown, his heart had grown smaller and smaller. He didn't particularly care, so long as he got what he wanted. He had been given affection by his owners and had returned it where he believed it was due, there were times when they irritated him and he sat in a corner ignoring them, or even snapping at them to warn them off. They were humans, after all, sources of food and comfort, they weren't dogs. Not that Drachen had liked dogs much either. He still didn't, not really. They got in the way unless he needed them for something or other.
He had a different name as a youngster--one he couldn't recall. Then, he'd been adopted and labeled another name, the female human had come up with it he believed, calling it 'creative.' He couldn't care less. It was a name. It was necessary. Dray-ken. It would do. Shuffling his paws along the flowerbeds--how feminine, ugh--he marched forward, searching for...something. He had become a roamer, but that didn't mean he liked the lifestyle. If he could only find someone...and do what with them? He was no fool, he knew that sometimes other animals caught on to his insincerity, occasionally only seconds into meeting him, others took much longer to realize the truth.
He could hope that things would go as desired, but that was truly all he could do at the moment: hope. It was a shallow, unattractive want, but once again, Drachen could care less.
