Mishka
Name: Mishka
Nickname: Ishka or Shikki
Species: corgi, husky, and african wild dog mix
Gender: Male
Age: About 20
Mate:
Family: Mother and Father
Occupation: Traveler
Personality: Mishka is gentle and calm but he angers easily and has some major mood swings that are never violent though.
Accessories: A scarf and a little travelers pouch made of a light brown leather around his back leg
Bio:
I feel the darkness surrounding me as i lay on the cold hard floor. I try keeping my eyes open but it isn't working and i slowly fade from reality. When i wake up I am in a warm and cozy bed. Keeping my eyes shut I listen to the sounds around me and hear nothing of worry. Cracking open an eye I gaze at my surroundings and my eyes burst open. The colors are almost blinding. A blend of oranges greens and some purple surround me. The room is plush and from the objects in it expensive. As i slowly stand up I shake my head. Several questions pop into my head at once. Where am I, Why am I here, and WHO AM I!? Shaking my head I try to bring up memories, but all i can reach is blackness. I look around freaked about the sudden lack of memories. I know I should have them... but where are they!? Before i can do anything a door opens and in walks a beautiful Wild Dog adorned in the most beautiful fabric. Looking for a place to run to I back into a wall.
"Hey... Mishka... I am so glad you are alright!" She exclaims a smile on her face.
I cock my head and search for a way out again. "Who... who are you?" I ask quietly my voice laced with fear.
A small gasp escapes her lips and her smile instantly turns down into a frown. "It's me... Malishka... your mother... We found you by the river drenched and barely breathing... Don't you remember" she asks quickly her eyes filled with worry.
I shake my head trying to bring up the memories but nothing happens and I look to the green carpeted floor. "I... I don't remember anything." I reply angry and confused tears coming to my eyes. When i look back up I realize that Malishka had padded across the room to the dresser and brought back a photograph. When i gaze into the image I see and younger form of myself surrounded by by Malishka and... a male who a presume is my father. I memorize the picture and try to think back to that time but again nothing but darkness shows up. Throwing the picture down I keep shaking my head.
"I can't remember!" I shout frustrated.
"Shhhhh. shhhhh. Please honey calm down." My mother coos her voice soothing and scared.
"NO!!! I can't remember anything! Not what happened... Nor you, father... ANYONE." I yell starting to pace.
"The doctor said you hit your head pretty hard... You have a nice gash on it too. She said that you may have some temporary memory loss... but you should make a full recovery." she murmurs.
***
It's been two years since my accident and I still don't remember anything. It frustrates me when i try to pull up an image of before and all I get is darkness. My parents have both tried to get me to remember but it never works. Though I remember their stories I feel as though I was never there. I am now old enough to go out on my own and I know I must. Maybe through my journey something will trigger my memories... or so I hope.
Nickname: Ishka or Shikki
Species: corgi, husky, and african wild dog mix
Gender: Male
Age: About 20
Mate:
Family: Mother and Father
Occupation: Traveler
Personality: Mishka is gentle and calm but he angers easily and has some major mood swings that are never violent though.
Accessories: A scarf and a little travelers pouch made of a light brown leather around his back leg
Bio:
I feel the darkness surrounding me as i lay on the cold hard floor. I try keeping my eyes open but it isn't working and i slowly fade from reality. When i wake up I am in a warm and cozy bed. Keeping my eyes shut I listen to the sounds around me and hear nothing of worry. Cracking open an eye I gaze at my surroundings and my eyes burst open. The colors are almost blinding. A blend of oranges greens and some purple surround me. The room is plush and from the objects in it expensive. As i slowly stand up I shake my head. Several questions pop into my head at once. Where am I, Why am I here, and WHO AM I!? Shaking my head I try to bring up memories, but all i can reach is blackness. I look around freaked about the sudden lack of memories. I know I should have them... but where are they!? Before i can do anything a door opens and in walks a beautiful Wild Dog adorned in the most beautiful fabric. Looking for a place to run to I back into a wall.
"Hey... Mishka... I am so glad you are alright!" She exclaims a smile on her face.
I cock my head and search for a way out again. "Who... who are you?" I ask quietly my voice laced with fear.
A small gasp escapes her lips and her smile instantly turns down into a frown. "It's me... Malishka... your mother... We found you by the river drenched and barely breathing... Don't you remember" she asks quickly her eyes filled with worry.
I shake my head trying to bring up the memories but nothing happens and I look to the green carpeted floor. "I... I don't remember anything." I reply angry and confused tears coming to my eyes. When i look back up I realize that Malishka had padded across the room to the dresser and brought back a photograph. When i gaze into the image I see and younger form of myself surrounded by by Malishka and... a male who a presume is my father. I memorize the picture and try to think back to that time but again nothing but darkness shows up. Throwing the picture down I keep shaking my head.
"I can't remember!" I shout frustrated.
"Shhhhh. shhhhh. Please honey calm down." My mother coos her voice soothing and scared.
"NO!!! I can't remember anything! Not what happened... Nor you, father... ANYONE." I yell starting to pace.
"The doctor said you hit your head pretty hard... You have a nice gash on it too. She said that you may have some temporary memory loss... but you should make a full recovery." she murmurs.
***
It's been two years since my accident and I still don't remember anything. It frustrates me when i try to pull up an image of before and all I get is darkness. My parents have both tried to get me to remember but it never works. Though I remember their stories I feel as though I was never there. I am now old enough to go out on my own and I know I must. Maybe through my journey something will trigger my memories... or so I hope.