Darla // Rhazorn

Darla is slightly on the smaller side, when it comes to her breed standard. She only stands at twenty-two inches at the shoulder, the smallest one in her breed can be. She also only weighs seventy-seven pounds, slightly under weight according to her size. Her ears are always erect, and are usually swiveling in different directions, able to catch most sounds that are coming her way. Her snout, on the other hand, is very long, and she sometimes doesn't realize how long it is. Needless to say this is probably the most dirty part on her pelt, mostly because she accidentally sticks it into random places. While standing, though, her rump is much closer to the ground than her shoulders. This is mostly due to her back leg's joints bending more than her front legs. Her tail is long and feathered, but it is mostly always tucked between her back legs.

At first glance, though, Darla seems to be very beautiful. This is mostly because her white fur is always groomed to perfection. Not to mention her female attributes help her immensely. She is very slim, but when she moves, you can see the muscle ripple under the downy fluff of fur. Her eyes, as well as her nose, are a light brown. Her eyes,though, turn a light golden in the sunlight, but in darkness, it looks as if she has no pupil with how dark they turn.

One once said that Darla looked as cold and uninviting as the icy snow-colored pelt on her back. Others said that the iciness had seeped much further than that. The iciness enclosing her heart, gripping it so tightly, and squeezing all warmth out of it. All those kind words or all the nice things she could have done frozen through and through, never allowed to escape from the deep abyss in her chest. The coldness almost seems to be suffocating at times, mainly the reason Darla lets it seep out into her words. No, the canine was not born this way, she was raised to be the way she is. The cold, heartless manner was not within her while she was a puppy. No, her parents, more like her father, etched it into her very being to be the way she is.

That aside, it is very difficult to describe Darla. Mostly because her traits go a lot deeper than something as simple as 'mean' or 'rude'. Honestly, she's a very complex soul, a troubled one at that. At a very young age she was taught to be a certain way, and now, well, she embodies it. One of Darla's main traits is merciless. It's not to say that's she's cruel, because she's not. She just feels that if someone gives her a reason to do something, they shouldn't be given second chances. Darla lives religiously by the saying, 'You reap what you sow.' Basically, she feels that if somebody does something stupid, they're willingly giving themselves up to the consequences that are sure to come. And if Darla has anything to do with it, they will come.

Darla is quite the spitfire, as well. Rage and aggravation are common traits that course through her, and boy does she know how to use them to her advantage. She's always coming up with snarky comebacks, aiming to hurt dog's feelings. That's one of Darla's greatest enjoyments, making dog's feel bad. She's magnificent at pinpointing somebody's greatest weakness, and she'll play it into hurting them. She just has an eye for one's pain, and she can find it pretty quickly. On no circumstance would she ever let somebody get out of her gripping talons. Because if she never hurt anybody, she would have absolutely no fun in life.

Darla was the result of an unplanned breeding. Not unplanned on her father's part, but unplanned by her mother and masters.

Freeze was a good dog, for the most part. She did everything her master's told her to do, and even more. See, she was a seeing eye dog, and she was trained to take care of her master's child. The girl was a small, fragile thing, and just by pure instinct, Freeze knew that the female couldn't see a thing. Why else would she always have her hands out, like she was searching for the things her eyes would never be able to see. It was needless to say, but she loved her masters and child. They treated her well and she had a sheltered place to sleep every night.

After a year for working with them was Freeze allowed to go exploring in the woods behind her shelter. She was taught that when she heard a specific kind of whistle, she was to come back home, and she did. On one afternoon of exploring in the woods, she caught the scent of a male, and before she knew it, he was on her. He did terrible things to her, and while this was going on, her master's whistle sliced through the air. After several hours of no response from Freeze, her masters went searching for their lost dog in the woods, and it didn't take long for them to find her. She had lost patches of her hair, and blood seemed to stain all of her white coat. They brought her to the vet and she was seen to.

A month later, Darla was completely healed, beside the few bald spots that covered her flanks, but she knew they would grow back soon enough. But, Darla was beginning to feel a little weird, and she didn't know what the cause of it was. Eventually, her masters brought her back to the vet and they found out Darla was pregnant. Pregnant by the scoundrel that had done all those terrible things to her. Already she had begun to feel hatred for the tiny bundles growing inside of her. Honestly, she knew it wasn't the puppies faults, but she couldn't help but feel the way she did. Every day they would remind her of that terrible day in the woods, and she just wouldn't have that.

Two months later, Freeze gave birth to two puppies, both girls. As soon as she saw them, she knew the hatred she thought she would have for them would never be there. She was a mother now, and she would love her children like a mother should. They were both healthy, and ironically, the same size. They were twins, and Freeze knew that they would always be close. After a full day of consideration on their names, she finally came up with two: Darla and Jodi. They didn't really have any meaning, but Freeze thought they were pretty names, so that was that.

After a month of Darla and Jodi being alive, they were aloud to go outside. They were three weeks old, therefore they were old enough to walk and could talk. Well, talk a little bit. It was a nice day, and Freeze decided she would work on her beauty sleep. Even though before she had started to doze off, she warned the two pups to stay well away from the woods, Darla decided she wanted to check them out anyways. Nothing would happen, she was almost sure of it. After a few minutes of sniffing around the edge of the throng of trees, she slowly started padding farther and farther into the woods. It was only after she couldn't see her shelter anymore that she realized she was lost. So, she did the only thing she knew to do: she st5arted wailing.

After several minutes of nonstop wailing, she jumped, nearly tripping over her paws, at a male's voice. "Honestly, child, if you keep that up, you'll attract every predator in the forest." The male was very big, and he looked almost identical as her. "Now I suggest you come with me." He turned to walk away, only looking over his shoulder to say, "Unless you want to be eaten' by all those nasty predators I mentioned earlier?" It didn't take long for Darla to catch up with him. After what seemed like forever of walking, they eventually approached a small cavern, a suitable enough looking shelter. This, he wold her, was where she would live from now on. When she started to say something about wanting her mama, he immediately cut her off with a cuff to the ear, telling her she didn't have mothers here.

Darla didn't know this male's name for months of living with him, but he surely knew hers, and it was almost as if were abusing it. See, he didn't just abduct her, he made her his slave. Every day, when she went to bed, she was even more exhausted than the previous day, and so on, and so on. In the beginning, his tasks seemed to be horrible, cruel even, but Darla did them regardless. She felt a connection to him, and she couldn't explain why. Why she would be doing this for such a cruel male. By then, she was grown enough, and he had taught her enough about fighting and hunting, that she probably could have just walked off and be perfectly fine on her own, but she knew she wouldn't. This male was toughening her up, and she wanted to learn more from him.

When Darla was about nine months old, the male finally revealed to him who he really was. He called Darla out of the cavern one evening and told her to sit down, he had something to tell her. "Darla, I know you've been living with me for most of your life, and I know I haven;t been completely honest, but that was only because I didn't know if I could trust you. Now, I know I can. You will do anything for me, and I will do anything for you, I want you to know this. But I also know you will be upset with me when I tell you this, but I want to let you know I'm sorry." He paused for a great while before finally continuing, "I am your father, Darla. My name is Storm. Your mother probably never talked about me much, and I don't blame her. What I did to her was pretty terrible, but it was essential. I needed offspring. I needed somebody that could bear their own young and pass down what I have taught you."

From that day on, nothing was the same between Darla and Storm. He could trust her, but could she really trust him? It was a difficult decision, but when she was a year old, she finally made up her mind. She couldn't. Darla would be leaving her father and searching for a new life. She told him goodbye, and that whenever she did bear her own young, she would teach them their ways, but she just couldn't stay with him any longer. She didn't know where she was going to be going.

About a year later, Darla came across a pack of dogs, an all-female pack, at that. She considered joining them with immense care, never being one to make a decision lightly. Finally, though, she came to the conclusion that she couldn't rule the world by herself, and would need a pack behind her to help her get to where she wanted to be. So, at three years old, she joined Rhazorn.