EZEKIEL // male

[carhartt]

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[rs=2]	Name: Ezekiel Age: Four Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Breed: Pit Bull Terrier Pack Sikoda Likes: Dislikes: Fears: Dreams: Overall Personality: Well first impressions are important right? Well Ezekiels tends not to make the best first impression. He has a real rough and impersonal way about him. He much rather avoid conversing for he feels most others that he exchange words are idiots. He can’t stand a lack of intelligence and generally avoids all conversation just to avoid stupidity. If you run into him, he never speaks first; you have to make a point to converse with him. He just assume look at you and then keep walking. Surprisingly he isn’t one just to pick a fight. Fighting for no reason is pointless, why waist the energy. However if you rub him the wrong way or pose a potential threat, Ezekiel will not hesitate to stand his ground. Once you engage in a fight with him you best assume your ass is grass. His will power and thirst to win is devastating for his foe. Loosing is not an option, he just assume let them kill him before he lose a fight and walk away defeated. The tenacity behind him is typical for his terrier mind set. Once he sets his mind on something he has to do it. He can’t just stop or give up, oh no. He must do it or it will drive his mind into a crazed state of thinking. Ezekiel is not one for patience. Its just not in his genetic make-up. The main reason he cannot stand children, they annoy the piss out of him. Their irrogance and lack of intelligence makes him want to throw them in a river but he isn’t that cold hearted. Due to past experiences he finds that there is no such thing as love. He has no interest in finding another mate or even sex for that matter. Been there, done that and it was heart breaking. Ezekiel just doesn’t have any type of kind in him. He cold, heartless, and merciless. He never allows emotion on his face, its stone cold set on emotionless. You just look at him and can feel the cold exterior overwhelm you. A long time ago he use to be loving, forgiving, and caring but that all changed. He learned the hard way, you don’t get any where in this hell hole called earth being kind. The survival of the fittest. Probably the motto he lives by the most. He believes the strong shall live on the weak be crushed into the earth. It’s the circle of life, no reason to keep the middleman in. Although he seems like someone who would throw you in front of a bus to get of a sticky situation, you couldn’t be more wrong. Despite his cold ways, he is probably the most loyal and dependable guy around. Of you are on his good side he will always be there to pull your ass out of any situation. But the second you cross him or show your dishonesty your done. He doesn’t forget, therefore he never forgives. Unfortunately he holds grudges and makes sure to never forget it. One nice thing about him, is he never expects a thing in return. He can never accept a thank you. Example: your getting attacked by a wolf and then slid off a cliff and hanging by a branch. Out of now where you here a screech of the wolf (its last breath) and Ezekiel standing over the edge grabbing your ass and pulling you up saving you from your last leap of faith. Of course you thank him, but without a word he walks away. He really is a man of little words. Its hard to get him to the point where he feel like he can talk but generally you have to be someone very, very special to get more than a one word sentence out of him. Ezekiel is a very complicated guy. He isn’t your typical ass hole, but he definitely isn’t a family man. He’s lived a hard life and each memory follows him daily hardening any soft part of him. Each day he is numbed more and more. History: Oh the history. So like most pit bulls he was born in the wrose possible environment. Humans forced her mother to be bred by a blood thirty fighting pit bull. It ripped her to shreds in every way possible, causing her to barely make it through the pregnany. Despite her background she was a sweet little girl, but there was only one intension for her puppies and she knew it, so she kept her distance. Of course she took care of them but she was cold and unloving. She knew they were all going to become killing machines and most killed either in a fight or by the humans so she learned quickly it hurt less to not love them. So Ezekiel was born in a litter of six. Unfortuantly all were females but Ezekiel, so being the soulless creatures humans were, they killed all the females. They had no need for breeding stock, and were only looking for potential fighting dogs. Of course they ripped him away from his mother the moment he was able to consume actual food. His training started early. It started with shoving him in a cage and starving. He can still remember being in that tiny cage shaking, as his body screamed for food. The humans would come to feed him, he was starving, so he would try to inhale his food, but they would take it away and slap him teaching him to be aggressive towards food. It seemed silly but it worked. The agreesion started due to the frustration and starvation. He began to growl furiously if anyone approached hm when he had food and would attack the bars when they put the dummy hand in. After they were pleased with this aggression only at three months they started bringing in other males his age when they fed him causing them to fight over food. Luckily for Ezekial he was twice the size of any puppies his age and would demolish them pinning them to the ground in mere seconds sending them back cowering. The humans loved to see such aggression at such an early age and progressed his training to taunting and what not. All through this process there was a young female caged next to him, his age. She was absolutely gorgeous and of course Ezekiel noticed her the first day they threw her in next to him. Despite the training Ezekiel knew when to be aggressive, so he was never mean to her. They would sit and talk days on days… They often talked about why she never had to do any training… They were both young and didn’t understand what she was there for. In no time the two became rather close and would sleep against the bars in attempt to get as close as to each other. It was Ezekiel’s first love. Luckily they took him into a different room to train, so she never had to see what he really was. He wanted to make sure that she never found out because she was much to pure and innocent to know what a monster he was becoming. At the age of about eleven months Ezekiel was the largest pit bull in the humans possession and little did Ezekiel know his first real fight was coming. He only did small drills like fighting over food and being beaten by the humans but he thought it was normal; he had no idea what normal was. He loved his owner and wanted to please him, that’s all he wanted to do so he did what they asked and like most trainers he was rewarded. Loyalty was everything for him and he never wanted to disappoint his human. Little did he know this was not a normal or healthy life style? Finally his first fight came… at first he had no idea what was going on but there were at least forty men circled around him and he was thrown in a large round pin. Then there was another dog, smaller than him but much older and more experienced. Before Ezekiel could realize what was going on the Sheppard mix lunged and locked its enamels on his throat tackling him to the ground. Scared and confused he whined helplessly as the Shepard smothered him, tearing away at his pure and white coat. Like most fights it ended with a crowbar prying them apart, Ezekiel barely alive… Angrily his owner grabbed him and drug him out. That night he was beat like he had never been beat before. They wrapped chains around him chocking him, kicking him, and beating him with iron rods. After and hour of torture they threw him into his cage, covered in blood unconscious. When he came to, all he saw was Arial, tears streaming down her face. He could remember her sweet voice, terrified. He still sees that beautiful face when he closes his eyes… For a week he lied in the corner not speaking to her, and his owner left him to heal. Arial wondered what happened and would sit at the bars waiting for him to speak but he just couldn’t. A week or two later his owner reached in and grabbed the choker chain and threw him in the car. It was suppose to be his last fight. The only way his winner could make money was to fight him and bet against his own dog, this time he wasn’t going to let the other dog kill him… This time it was different though.. Ezekiel didn’t want to disappoint his owner like last time. He was ready. This dog was a rot mix and twice a big as the last one. Everyone bet for the opponent, Ezekiel’s past fight in their head. There was no way he would even stand a chance. Shockingly once they let the rott of its leash it came barreling towards him but this time Ezekiel responded, teeth bared and an angry growl escaped his snarling lips. What seemed like seconds he klunged and let his teeth grab the scruff of its neck and tear it to the ground, ribbing a chunk off its body. Spitting it out, he lunged on it and let his anger get to work. Visions of her tears shot in his mind, as he let his enamels crush the rots skull, killing it instantly. Instead of stopping like most would he just kept tearing at it. Shocked the humans pried him off finally., He was covered in blood but not his this time and wild look in his eye, that had never been before. The opponent lied there lifeless, the entire room silent. His owner was proud but couldn’t believe this young dog could do this. That night Ezekiel was treated like a king and given all the food and treats he could imagine. It was evident he made his owner happy. Now he knew what to do. Months passed and fights came and went. He was an undefeated champion. He was a killing machine and was kept on a chain so they could pull him off before he would kill the other dog. He was worth more money than any other fighting dog out there, he was living the high life of luxury at home though. Due to his earning he was treated like a king. He had his own room and everything. He can still remember the day he was transferred, and he had to say goodbye to Arial. The fame had gotten to his head and just simply said “maybe see ya later” Walking out proud, he didn’t even glance back. If he did he would of seen a face he had only seen once before… It all changed. He thought it was just a normal fight like always, but it wasn’t. This time there were three… Him and other pit and Arial. He hadn’t seen her in months but she was put in the fight… They were suppose to fight over her… When they threw he in, she finally saw what he really was. He stood their frozen. The look on her face could break even the hardest of hearts. He was caught off guard as the other pit attacked him, his owner screamed at him to tear it to shred, but he couldn’t. He couldn’;t show her the monster he really was. His owner just kept screaming as Ezekiel let the pit rip in to him until finally, his will to please his owner over rode any thought and he maneuvered out of the pits grasp and tore it to shreds, pinning it to the ground, but stopped just barely to let it live. Tears streamed down her face as she coward in the corner. He tried to approach her but she scrambled away from him and whined to be let out… They took her out and carried her to the breeding room… never to be seen again. That night as Ezekiel lied down, he could only think about Arial and pictured the horror in her face. Slowly as he drifted to sleep through his own tears, he heard the door bust open, and screaming. It was the police. They had gotten a tip of this owner and their illegal dog fighting. It was all over from here. Through the raid doors were busted open, and with fear Ezekiel ran looking for Arial as the screaming came louder, people in black suites and shields chasing him. He finally made it to the room where she was led into but she was gone… dead. They had bred her and the male ripped her to shreds and she bled internally… Her lifeless body had blood all around her rear end. Putting two and two together he realized what happened. He crumbled next to her body and sobbed as he buried his face in her soft fur… Suddenly the door flew open and they screamed to capture him. A large net came flying at him, and he was caught. They drug him out, as he fearfully followed, no growl, snarl, anything. Once out side they circled around him, their fear heavy in the air. That moment it solidified that all these other humans were terrified, he was a monster. With all his strength he lunged at the net, making it tear. Quickly he scrambled through and ran as quickly as he could into the forest that boarded the property… Its two years later. Everything has changed. He is now living a stray and his entire mentality changed. Her memories haunt him everyday as the hate for his humans grow. His owner all along was the one making him a monster. Her wishes everyday of his life that he was never born into such a terrible place. He never speaks of his past and just lives day to day, staying a hermit. It pains him to even look at another canine. All he sees are the victims he killed in cold blood and the face of his beautiful Arial.
CARHARTT. SIX.