Er-Welcome, I suppose...

Hello.

Yes, I realize it is nighttime. Why else would I be awake?

Silence follows. Minutes pass in the quiet atmosphere. Urging to leave, you take a step backwards. The little golden dog's ears jolt up at once.

Ah, I see you are an impatient one. I shall not keep you waiting any longer. I really only have one question for you.

The dog hangs his head and takes a deep breath. You think that another time of silence will follow, but to your surprise, Atils meets your eyes.

Do you hate the sun?

.....Well?

You have no idea how to answer this question. The dog gazes at you, its eyes pleading. But you don't know the answer he wants. You decide to answer the question cautiously, to make no mistakes. You get the feeling that you shouldn't upset the little creature.

But-but, the sun, it's not a living thing. you stammer.

The dog chuckles, shaking his head. My, my, you humans are such naive creatures. He looks back up at you, still laughing at the previous statement. And I bet you think that the moon isn't alive either.

Erm-the moon /isn't/ alive. you answer.

The little golden dog sighs, his head drooping with greif. I could only wish that it's not alive.

Analysis

Full Name: Atils Artemis Washington

Name Meaning: Atils' middle name is the name of the famous Greek godess of the moon, Artemis. Artemis was also known as godess of the hunt. And Washington was, of course, a famous historical figure in American history. George Washington was America's first president.

Age: 8 seasons (about 2 years old in human years)

Eye Color: A shocking icy blue.

Pelt: A golden yellow: the color of the sun. He has the marking of a cresent moon next to his eye.

Personality: Atils has grown hard over the years. But he is still a child, and cannot take this much stress and pain that he is constantly under.

History: Atils was born as a messenger for the moon and the sun. He meets up with his brother, Prei, to discuss their master's commands. Prei and Atils are brothers born on different sides of the war. They have been laborously filling out their duties for decades now, and pray that one day they'll be able to escape.

Lovers: Atils is just a young child, and doesn't have any feelings towards any girls yet.

Crushes: Er-none.

Pups: Erm, none.

Jewelry/Wings: None.

Other: He's almost like a slave. D;

Reference Pic

^Quad ref.

^Zoomorph ref.

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Fanart

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Adoptables

-adoptablesgohereyeah-

FAQ

Question: ______ for Atils?

Answer: -.- If you were smart enough you'd know that he's not UFT.

Question: Why did you draw an elf-cat?

Answer: Okay, that question was from my little brother. XD But I thought that I'd answer it anyways. ATILS IS A DOG. /Not/ a cat. Or an elf-cat.

Question: Is Atils roleplaying open?

Answer: Yes, indeed it is. =3 Quad only, please.

Story

Chapter 1: Since the Dawn of Time...

I've been here forever. Trapped...with no way out.

His eyes bored into yours, and you could feel his pain. You shared his suffering, his troubles, his hardships. Atils sighed and hung his head in despair.

And after many, many years of trying, I know that there is, trully, no way out. But I make do with what I am given.

He paused, glancing up at you, taking in your expression. I've been stuck with the same job, or rather, curse, for decades now. And I have many stories to tell.

Atils chuckles as he noticed your astonishment. I may look like a child, but I've been alive much longer than you. Why do I look so youthful? Perhaps because I don't age.

Now. Would you like to hear my story? His tone was rather optomistic; lonely, almost.

You nod sheepishly, unsure of what to say.

Very well then. Let's begin.

Chapter 2: Seperated

Atils stared at his paws. He seemed to be in deep thought, and you were unsure as to whether he even remembered you were here. But to your relief he meets your eyes and whispers, What are you doing here?

But the question is not what you expected, and you are confused. What could he mean? Finally, you try to answer, I..wish to learn. To understand. You seemed lonely; almost lost. And I found you.

Smart answer. I suppose I shall entertain you, wth a story perhaps?

A story about what? you ask, your eyes brightening with excitement.

A story of my brother. A sad one...but truthful. Sometimes it is right to hear what actually happens.

A little whimper escaped from Atils mouth as his brows furrowed in deep worry. The memories left him in torrents of confusion and helplessness, and for as long as he remembered he had done his best to repress hs childhood. Despite his sudden sense of despair, he started with the story.

* * *

Atils! Over here! a muffled bark escaped from behind a group of trees. A pair of gleaming eyes stared straight at the confused young pup. Atils swerved his head and met the peering eyes.

With his tail between his legs, he scurried towards the trees. He sniffed the air cautiously, relaxing ever-so-slightly as he recognized the scent of his brother.

UUUGHH....I'm having writer's block. -.- Hopefully this will pass soon.

Wanna link back?

...Oh yeah.Just waiting for the time to work on meh petpage yo.