I don't remember much, but I do remember seeing these four blank walls. The floor is always hard and stone cold, and the air in the room is forever stagnant. I often hear the barks of the other fellow canines... some strong and lively, other's quiet and weak... but most fall silent after their time is up. I was born into this world, taken from my mother as a pup. For as long as I can remember, nothing here seemed natural...
Since I was a pup, I was always given special treatment. Well, what was considered special when compared to the other living conditions of my canine counterparts. Despite my privileges, I was not a favorite among the other dogs. I have been bullied, beaten, and rejected, but the organization did not bother to separate the other dogs inside the gates from me.
I'm... different from the others. They say I'm not a real dog. They call me a monster. If... if I'm not a dog, what am I? I yearn to know the answer, to find my true family, but I am trapped inside these walls.. but they can't keep me here. I need to find what I am.
I need to know my true blood.
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True Blood
ActionAfter being trapped inside the organization's walls, given special treatment and envied by the other dogs, Dusk has always wondered why. Why the dogs call her a monster, say she is not a dog. If she isn't a dog, what is she? She is prepared to escap...
