A Hopefully Lucky Brute IP: 66.243.206.121 Posted on January 14, 2013 at 01:02:01 AM by Hawk
The brown brute with white ears, paws, muzzle, and tip of tail; stood on a rock looking over the rushing water of the smooth river. The sunshine spread across his coat and his blue eyes gleamed among them. He sighed knowing a brute like him couldn't find a mate the way he was. He was strong, brave, fast, and protective; but something held the unworthy females away. It was his gift although he didn't know it. Only the perfect she, wouldn't be driven away by his guardian spirit. The unworthy females would turn to stone if any thought on betraying him. He had; had several mates who would die thinking of stealing from him, murdering him, using him as if he was a brood, using him to show off, and other things.
The brute looked out among the trees hoping to spot a she that would be good enough for him. He was the father of many and the pups were spared, but cursed for never finding a perfect mate. They would have horrible mates that treated them like dirt as there mothers did to the brute. The brute had a large heart that should never be beaten. He would meet a female than take her to the Rainbow Cliff where his guardian would test him. Replies:
