I see that she was the most popular choice when she came up, so I’m already going to say that’s a factor into this. She just seems like a good female dog, and not quite something someone would find anthropomorphically interesting. However, I could be wrong, and I see that she would be interesting to a certain subset of furries whose anthropomorphism is more of the Jack London style: using a quadrupedal animal to narrate thoughts. She appears to have magical powers at the ready, and frankly? What person of the past 30 years online has not created a form of character deriving from something else with magical powers of protection?
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After Brayden's father ends up in the hospital after getting in an drunken accident. Brayden puts his foot down and tells him to sober up or cut all contract with him.
Six minutes into his shift and he was ready to go home. The Grill had it's usual amount of people crowding the place; more then half drunk and acting like idiots. Brayden was behind the counter, wiping the tops of the counters. Every now and again looking up into the crowd of people, never failing to catch someone looking in his direction, then looking away and laughing. He felt his temper start to boil, why was it that everywhere he went there were people talking about him. Didn't they have something better to talk about? He threw down the rag and headed towards the exit, deciding that he needed some fresh air before he lost his cold. As he got closer to the door and out of the pit, his phone started going off. "Hello?" He answered, expecting it to be Noah. The young girl's voice catch him off guard, causing him to stop in his tracks. "I am." The words that followed had Brayden's slowly exhaling and closing his eyes. The words that filled his head were not a shocker of any kind but that still didn't mean they didn't have some kind of effect on him. "I'll be there soon." He hung up without waiting to hear her say anything else. He gripped his phone and nearly threw it across the room. Letting out a groan before turning around, his eyes quickly finding who he was looking for. He held his breath as he begin towards Jeremy. How many more people were he going to have to owe before his father decided to give him a break?
Within 20 minutes Brayden was entering the hospital. It took him seconds to find his father's room, a nurse coming out at the same time he reached it. She was looking down at a clipboard, resulting in Brayden grabbing her arm, to get her attention, "How is he?" he asked, sounding panic and he didn't know why. He didn't understand why he was panicking, it wasn't like this was the first time this type of thing happened. If he kept count right, it would be the 4th. "He's doing fine. He's a little out of it, but he's going to be okay." She replied, sweetly. "You can go in." She added, pointing to the door, than looking back at her clipboard and continued walking. Brayden stared at the door, he set there debating rather or not to actually go in. He got his answer, all he wanted to know if he was okay. So he had every intention to turn around and walk out. But a new feeling took over, a feeling he didn't quite know what to file it under. Without thinking about it, he went in; his father lying there flipping though channels, barely acknowledging he was there. Brayden slammed the door and walked around to the other side; leaning against the air vent and stared at his father. He waited for his father to come up with an excuse, he always did. But this time, his father didn't even look at him just kept flipping through channels. Brayden looked away and chuckled, this was classic papa Shields. He looked back at his father, "So you got behind the wheel of a car, plastered?" He questioned, "And what did you think? That you were superman? Screw the other 3 times this happened. It won't happen again?" He asked, his voice getting deeper and deeper trying to pass it off as his father's accent.His father still didn't acknowledge him, just stared at the TV.
Brayden could feel himself just boil over the edge. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He shouted, "When the hell are you going to learn? When are you going to stop this?!" His voice broke, leave it to his dad to be the one to push him over the edge. He try to cool down, "What do you want from me dad? What do you want?" He asked, his voice lower and a little more steady. His father finally looked at him, but still didn't say anything. He just looked at his son for a few moments before turning back to the TV. Brayden jerked his head back, staring at his father in disbelief. He goes up to his father, grabs the remote out of his father hand, flips off the TV and throws the remote on to the sofa behind him. "This is the fourth time you ended in the ER for almost killing yourself in some way or another dad. If you really want to off yourself, here's a tip. Take a bottle of that hard liquor you drink, a bottle of pills and lock yourself in you room." Brayden spit out, leaning closer to his father, and lowering his voice. "It's as simple as that." His father slowly turns to look at his only son, "Is that what you really want?" his father asked, his voice weak and distraught. Brayden shook his head, "No, but it's obviously what you want."
Brayden headed towards the door, placing his hand on the door knob and turning it. "I just want Mary alive." He heard come from his father, "It seems like I'm the only one who misses her." Brayden lets go of the door knob and quickly turns to look at his father. "You don't think I miss mom?" He question, in disbelief, "I miss mom. Everyday, I look at the picture of you, me, and her at the Grand Canon. That's how I chose to remember her, not by living in the pass and letting it destroy me." Brayden spit out, "She wouldn't have wanted that for me and she doesn't want this for you either." He paused, took a deep breath, and continued. "Look Dad, get sober. Go to rehab, get help. I don't care how you do it. Just do it." Brayden's husky voice pleaded, "Until then cut all contract with me. Don't call me, don't come by my house, don't come by my work, and don't talk to my friends. Get sober, then come talk to me." He stated, than turned, placing his hand back on the door knob. "And since we both know that's never going to happen, I guess this is goodbye." As those words left his mouth, he was out the door. It slowly closing behind him.
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