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SHE WHO LET LOOSE MISERY INTO THE WORLD

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Name;

Pandora

Gender;

XX

Age;

four

Species;

Canis familiaris

Breed;

kelpie

Picture/Physical Description;

Rather small, Pandora is compact and tightly muscled. Weighing in around forty-two pounds, she is twenty inches at the shoulder. In some ways she is wiry looking, others simply leggy. She is well rounded around the head, with shorter fur there and a long muzzle. Her nose is fleshy color, like her lips, and blends right in with her rich, red-brown pelt. The rest of her coat is a bit longer, just long enough to fray off her ruff and chest and tail. Tall, round-tip ears are a gallant crest on the sides of her head that call great attention. With a curved and flexible body, she is very graceful and speedy. Her eyes are a green-gold, depending on the lighting. When the light catches her coat, especially the tips of the hairs, it appears a magnificent golden-brown or golden-red.
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Personality;

Pandora is a complex creature. She is quite reserved, and doesn't like to share her opinion or interject with something she might know or think about unless she knows and is comfortable with the individual with whom she is not comfortable. But at the same time, she is dreadfully passionate with whatever she does, dedicating her full self to it and not letting off until its done completely and fully. This is especially true when it comes to relationships. Friends are more than friends, they are loves and deserve to be treated with love and nothing else. She has yet to find anyone that suits her to be more than just a friend, and would be hesitant to consider that possibility for even a moment. For this reason, she is slightly wary of males. There really is no reason for this, other than that she over thinks things and is very imaginative with all the scenarios she comes up with that can happen upon even a first meeting. Pan is usually drawn to think to the work, a glass half empty philosophy, you could say. She just thinks that if you expect the worse you won't be disappointed. In some ways she is lost, or suffering an eternal, but self inflicted, turmoil of sadness and grieving. After the loss of her brother, she has attempted to cut herself off from the rest of the world. She wants to be stoic and tepid, to be numb to all feeling so that she will never again feel the love and eventually loss that Odd brought upon her. Though she knows she cannot help becoming close to certain individuals, a few friends, she is careful to not let too many creatures in. And no one, absolutely no one, must know what makes her tick. She fears crying in front of others, or showing any sort of weakness at all. She is not pompous or cruel, but perhaps comes off as abrasive and cold. One thing she cannot conceal is her tireless energy. Pan has a restless nature, an immense amount of energy that cannot be subdued for long. This troubles her, and she can often be seen running aimlessly just to wear herself down.

History;

Pan was born with a brother, and only a brother. Because they were the only two in the litter they were dubbed twins and were always treated as such. They had a great bond, were really close, and rarely separated. Odd, her brother, was a bit more adventurous. He was what you might call the dominant twin. Pandora was more cautious, more hesitant and thorough. One day, how cliche, they were out romping about on their own while still youthful and dependent on their parents. She was unsure, and kept prodding her brother with questions and demands. Should they go back, what if Mother and Father couldn't find them if they get lost? "Oh, Pan, peace Pan, peace! Settle yourself for, I assure you, they saw us head out and heard me tell you where we were going." They had, indeed, so Pandora
listened to Odd and followed him. Their quest? To find the elusive mountain of rocks and climb it. It was a pile of rubble that was exceptionally high so that you could see over the ruins of the city nicely. They had gotten into a bit of a scrap the day before, and Odd had wanted to make it up for his sister by showing her the sunset on top.

"Wow," Pan breathed quietly when she was at the top and the sun began to let way to the moon. "Thanks Oddy, you know I love you, right?."

The male chuckled, standing up triumphantly with his chest puffed out. "But of course, dear sister! And you know I return the emotion to you, yes? Why, if I cou--" Odd had gotten too close to the side of the narrow peak, and the rocks gave way under his weight. Pandora shouted, and bounded to the bottom of the pile to find her brother ripped rather badly. His side was torn, and bleeding badly. She licked it, begging the bleeding to stop with her mind. Odd protested. "No no no, my dear Pandora. I'm, I'm not going to let you waste your time. Talk to me, tell me how much you love me little sister Pan." He always called her little sister, because he came out first. And, because he was male, he was obviously bigger in size than her. However, he always thought her equal to himself, except in intelligence, Odd always told Pan she was smarter than him. So, she laid with him and whispered soothing thoughts until he slipped into unconsciousness, which was not very long after. She paid her respects to his body, then sprinted off in tears. She couldn't go back to their parents, she blamed them and hated them now. They had heard, yes they must have heard, and how could they have let their children wander off so? And surely, they had heard his terrible cry and her sobs and prayers. Why, why oh why had they as parents neglected their children in this manner? Pan hated them for not being immediate in action, she hated them for making so many questions arise in her mind to accompany the tears, and she hated them because she wanted to blame someone besides herself. But upon seeing his broken body, they would think they got into a fight and she pushed him while in a great passion and ran away when she saw what she had done. What did she care? Pandora, bringer of misery and forgetter of hope, would not be there to see their tears and listen to their sobs.

_{sidenote: this is all incrediblely short -sigh guiltily- sorry =\}