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Quest

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Aidi Dog

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Quest is a serious dog, despite her age. She likes to be alone, so is more of an introvert, and likes to explore. She tends to be very protective of friends, family, and her pack, making open threats that bring out her violent, sadistic, and malicious side. In any given situation, she tries to keep a calm and cool outlook, while staying rational and down-to-earth, getting both sides of the story, if there is one. It’s not that hard to get her to laugh and give a canine smile, though, and it’s not that hard to break her eerily calm exterior to the softer dog inside. She can be very gentle, but rough and dangerous at any given moment; at the drop of a dime. Quest is hyper, but tends to be quiet when around people she doesn’t know, or if she’s in deep thought, she’ll space out for a while, totally tuning everything else out. She’s a smart dog, and kind, but cold and calculating. Even though she’s smart, it can be easy to get this ditsy dog confused.

Quest tends to space out and procrastinate like the lazy little girl she is, but she can be very to-the-point and punctual if the situation calls for it; even early if it’s an emergency or something. She doesn’t tend to be good with others, nor does she seem to have a consciousness; y’know, the little voice inside your head telling you good from bad. That tends to get Quest in trouble. She has a responsible side, but is also very irresponsible at the same time, if possible. She can tend to take things too seriously, though, and that doesn’t seem to be a good thing, really. She likes to stay invisible, not being noticed, as she hates to be the center of attention; it’s unnerving. This bitch is very stealthy and quiet, more liking to explore and wander, to find out new things and the like.

She is very brave and stubborn; her hard head is another thing that gets her in trouble, and her curiosity. Quest loves pups, and will often be found playing with them or watching over them. She’s often called Fruit for her actions, which often don’t seem to have much of a motive…or, at least, an obvious motive. She likes her personal space, aka her ‘Bubble’, and is very truthful in a very blunt way, making it very clear that she doesn’t tend to care about other dogs’ emotions at times and will tell it like it is, not sparing the dogs’ feelings. It may seem like she trusts easily, but don't be fooled. Trust is something that takes a long time to earn with her, as she doesn't trust easily in fear of being hurt by said trusted canine. She just wants to live life to the fullest, YEAH!

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A human. Yes, it was a human. He seemed to be rabid to tell the truth. I remember that he had the long stick thing. The lethal thing. It was known to all that if a human were to point it at you, then you would be killed. When I was a pup, the human man pointed it at Daddie. A loud bang resounded, and then Daddie was killed. It was bloody. I watched this with Mommy. Daddie had told us to hide, so we did. The stupid human never suspected that my father had a family. The damned rabid human killed him for the adrenaline rush or something like that. That's what my mother told me, anyways. I wanted to kill him. So I did. I was lucky enough to come across the man. At this time, I was of a year old. He killed my father only five months before this sweet moment. He hadn't died of the disease that I've heard Mommy talk about yet. But he would die by my hands tonight. The moon was full. It was supposed to be the only witness to my henious crime. The blood that I shed in revenge. It was for Daddie. Except, Mommy saw. At that moment, a fire of shame burned in me, coupled with the guilt that knotted my stomach. She saw. That's all I thought. All I could think or do. Until she ran off. I didn't follow. No, I went in the opposite direction. I've never seen her again. If I do, she might run, but I want to tell her why I did it.

Oh well. Now, I've been wandering for a while. It seems that there're no humans left anymore. I had claimed my own territory for a while, but it seems that dogs are even catching the deadly virus. It was the night that I was attacked by one of the infected dogs. I saw her coming, so I ran. Luckily, I escaped with only a few scratches, which were mostly from tripping in my haste. Now, I seek a pack. Hopefully, I'll find one. And soon...