Impialon
Legacy Name: Impialon

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You know that cute puppy? The one that sits in the window wagging its tail softly each time one of you two legged beasts walk by? Yea, well..I used to be like that. Young and extremely stupid, It only took a year. One year after those creatures adopted me into their homes, a year..A few hundered pair of chewed shoes, A few thousand square feet of stained carpet. I wasn't a bad dog..No they just never had the time to teach me wrong from right, school, work, dates and dinners. Everything was more important to them then ever owning me.

They cropped my ears themselves, cut them with a dull rusty pair of scissors..I cried and cried when that man they call dad did it. I whimpered and bled until I was numb but stupid me I still softly licked his hand. And he smiled and patted me on the head, as he turned to the female they call mom and said in his awful voice 'See animals don't feel..' Oh how wrong he had been..They got infected after a few days, but they wouldn't be assed with taking me to the vet..They force fed me people medicine it made me dizzy and sick but..It was all in the name of fashion.

But, they were only wounds of the flesh, they healed fast, a bit jagged but hell, Who can complain I was alive. Here to live for a year of my life, in the garage chained to the radiator, they fed me when they had a chance, My waist grew thin so skinny you could see my ribs, count my vertebra. I grew dehydrated with the lack of water, and my paws grew raw with large open sores from walking around in my own waste.

Some how I think they knew it was wrong, but just didn't care. That day I blacked out fell against the pavement, he carried me to his truck, put me in the bed. I guess he consider me finally dead...He threw me in a land fill, ditched me there in the middle of the night..No second glance or a tear for me.

I lay there all I remember is flies swarming over me, getting up I ran from here to there..Well more or less stumbled I was far to weak to run. I ate trash and gained my strength. Returned to normal but unlike the wounds of my flesh..The wounds scarred into my heart never seemed to heal.

I know I grew bitter, growled when human children approached me, barked and snapped when the pound was called for me. Eventually people just stopped coming, and though I hated them I grew more and more lonesome, it was as if something rooted was calling me and I hadn't the strength to listen, one day..I will venture out from this junk yard...One day I will find that man that treated me like an object...And some how I think...No I know for a fact.

I'm going to rip his throat out.

Welcome to the life of a street dog.

Listen if you dare..