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<center><table width=300>N a m e: Devin<br>
a g e: 4<br>
g e n d e r: male<br>
b r e e d: Alaskan Malamute <br>
o t h e r: Devin is very easily angered but hardly says a thing against anyone actions, he will often find something that angers him and attack it and that’s his way to solve things. He was used in dog fighting until he lost a fight and his owner decided to get rid of him. I want him to become a lead sled dog.<br>
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He couldn’t remember how he had got here, the last thing he could recollect was that white burning pain, as it shot through his back like a bullet, a flash of red as he fell to the ground which rush to meet him cold and hard. The laughter and the shouting, all hurting his ears. It went on like this as something grabbed his leg and the numb pain grew more and more, the growling of the dog and his will to live lost. His eyes clasped shut and the darkness, which took him over. Death, oh he thought he was so near to it, he thought he was in the jaws of final destruction, the last breath ready to be crushed form his body. But the last blow had never come. He had lay in pain for days, weeks it seemed and not once had it gone away, and he had lay on the ground for so long it no longer froze his body.<br><br>
When he did finally wake he lay on his side once more his coat ripped and torn his side aching and his head spinning. But he was no longer in the arena, with faces jeering at him from all around. The first thing he noticed about his surroundings was the temperature. It was bitter and it was cold the wind freezing the blood in his veins. At first Devin did not raise his head of the ground but lay in paralysed fear, he did not know this place, the sights, sounds and smells were all for unfamiliar. <br><br>The strength soon returned to his limbs and he raised himself and stood wearily swaying from side to side fatigue showing on his handsome face. What once was a powerful muscular frame had been reduced to a thin figure, his bones showed all too clearly. A small growl escaped his throat in disgust, this was not him. He was not a thin skeleton. But there were more things to think about now. Glancing around his eyes grew wide their shock so plain to see. This place was white, a blinding white. Snow!<br><br> Devin had seen snow before, but not like this, back home it was slush, wet and melted as soon as the sun climbed into the sky, pass the mountains and the tree line. Devin raised his fine head to the sky, it was midday. But he did not have the warm feeling on his back. Once again the bitter wind blew. Devin stumbled to one side, almost like a drunken idiot fresh out of the bar. The sudden choking sensation came like a bolt of lightning, his collar, which was cold a cold metal, pulled against his throat until he had backed up enough for it to slack. Following his chain to the wall Devin growled bitterly again. He had never liked chains, or being confined to a small area and now he felt peeved.<br><br> The pain and the torture all returned to his mind and for a second it was not anger which controlled him but wild fear as he lunged backwards again, pulling at the chain which held him captive. He did this many times until he heard the crack and he found himself flying backwards. Slamming against the side of his enclosure he breathed a sigh of relief. He would out side, he could see far one way and the other. But what was over his fence. Devin pulled himself upwards and gazed over the top of his prison walls. He did not know where he was, some kind of makeshift enclosure made of thick wire mesh, which was pushed into the snow and kept in place with wooden stakes. Snorting he dropped down again. He couldn’t jump that high, the lack of nourishment had weakened him.<br><br> He must have circled the pen about seven time when he knew he had to resort to the last thing he could think of. He could not jump or dig his way out and he certainly did not want to stay, his owner was not the kindest of humans and he knew he would come to and end if he stayed here, he had one option. Taking in a deep breath he charged pushing his powerful large shoulders at the fence, if you could call it that. Rising one and a half meters into the sky and attatched together loosely, it broke easily and fell with a clash. Devin did not wait to recover but ran.<br><br> He flew form his prison and away from his man, and he kept on running, and he would not stop, not until he knew he was safe.
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