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(naomi,,)

don't look up, just let them think,
theres no where else you'd rather be,,

THE STATISTICS;;

BIRTH NAME;; Mom would call me Nomii. Sounds like No Me. NAME;; Naomi and only Nomii by those she is very close to;; which is just about...nobody.
BIRTHDAY;; I was brought into this world on [10/03/06]
AGE IN YEARS;; I have survived four years.
GENDER;; You could call me a bitch but I prefer female.
BREED;; I'm Golden Retriever by popular demand.

DIG DEEPER;;

PERSONALITY;; Naomi is a good hearted dog. She holds a sweet disposition, but under stress or in a dangerous situation she knows how to take control and can defend herself if need be. In normal situations, Naomi is kind and gentle with others, and always takes their feelings into consideration when speaking.

Sometimes, Naomi will seem distant, and her eyes, even though wide open, will shudder and shift back and forth at rapid speed; dark pupils darting back and forth but not focusing on anything at all. Her long fur will begin to shiver as her body trembles. Her ears will flick back and forth, as if searching for a sound. Soft whimpers escape her mouth, sometimes followed by sharp, short barks. Then, she snaps out of it. And pretends like nothing just happened. She tries to carry on where they left off, and dismissing any questions she gets.

To canines other then Naomi herself, who has lived through these episodes since puppyhood, they seem beyond strange. After having experienced being near her during one of them, most begin to think of Naomi as having some sort of mental disorder. Which is not so. Or maybe it is. You'll have to decide for yourself.

VOICE;; Her voice is light, soft, and smooth. But can be sharp when she needs it to be. It is on the high range, but it sounds pretty; like quiet windchimes on a lightly breezy summer day. But after her episodes, her voice sounds forced and guilty and rushed, like windchimes rocked by heavy humid air. Still beautiful, but different somehow.

DESCRIPTION;; Naomi. Her fur is the color of early morning sunshine, her eyes the color of milk chocolate. Her coat is not extensively shaggy but still has some length to it. She has a slim figure and strong shoulders and haunches. Overall a pretty well put together frame, although she becomes underweight from time to time, depending on where she is; as her constant travel leaves her struggling for new food locations. She is really a beautiful dog, but doesn't see herself that way.

HISTORY;; Puppyhood::. Naomi was always the quiet puppy. She was born into the life of the street dog. Every morning she would wake up to the sound of barking and snarling and yapping of her brothers and sisters; to the sight of them nipping each others ears and tugging at pieces of rubbish and chasing one another about the alley that was their home, little golden bodies flashing to and fro. Her mother lay sprawled sleepily in the corner, one eye open to keep an eye on her pups, the other closed in exhaustion. Naomi was different. Naomi had no urge to dash around. Not to play fight. Not to bark up a storm just to listen to the sound vibrate off the brick walls. None at all. None.

At first her siblings jumped about at her paws. Pounced on her. Feigned in and out. But Naomi just stared at them with sincere emotion. She brushed off their tackles and did not respond to their efforts. Not once. Not ever. They were confused by her expressions. They did not understand. And she didn't waste her breath to explain to them either. They were too young. Too foolish. But Naomi, even though she was the same age, she had an odd level of maturity that was advanced even for a fully grown dog. Yet Naomi was confused herself. Her feelings were welled up and mangled together. She felt happy and sad. Crowded and lonely. Longing and satisfied. Depressed and estatic. It was hard for a dog so young. So very hard.

She experienced her first episode when she was only six weeks old. She had woken up and managed to make her way halfway down the dirty alleyway; farther then she had even made it before without her mother calling her back. She felt more and more excited with every pawstep she took. It was lighter here;; more rays of sunlight stretching in over the buildings then in their corner.

Naomi heard a voice. A male voice. It was deep and rough but not loud. No, it didn't sound like a normal voice. It was different. Muted somehow. Naomi looked around trying to find the source of the voice, but saw nothing. But then, the motes of dust that were flickering in the beams of sunlight started to arrange themselves into the shape of a dog. A big dog;; a Great Dane. The dust motes shuddered into different colors, finally deciding on a smoky gray, with flecks of a deep chestnut. Naomi began to shake. Who was this dog? What was this dog? Surely dogs didn't appear out of the air. Out of dust. It just didn't happen.

The Great Dane told Naomi he needed her to help him. Commanded her to help him. Fear had her embraced in such a hold that she couldn't speak. Couldn't respond. The big dog became angry with her silence; mistaking her fear for rebelling. He came forward until his nose was nearly touching hers, and glared Naomi in the eye. "If you won't help me, then I will take from you." said the Great Dane, and then he turned, walked four steps, and faded into mere dust again. During the night, her brother fell ill in his sleep, waking her with his squirming and whimpering. She pressed against him;; his skin felt hot. Naomi drifted into sleep. When she awoke, her brother felt cold and stiff against hers. He was gone. And Naomi could see ghosts.

The In-Between Years::. In the years when Naomi was neither puppy nor adult, she slowly began to take on a slight masochistic character. Everything was her fault;; or so it seemed to her. One more ghostly canine had appeared to her three weeks after the Great Dane, this time a Doberman. She was stricken with fear once again, and after she was warned that she would be taken from, another of her siblings was picked off. Her sister this time.

By this time Naomi had realized that it was probably in everyones best interest to begin listening to the ghosts. A month later, another spirit came to her. A shaggy-haired mutt. He was more polite then the others, seeming actually surprised that she could hear and see him. He asked for a single favor. And Naomi, voice trembling, said yes. Her task was to find a beagle, a female named Lana. She was the ghost mutt's mate. Naomi was to find her, and tell her that the mutt, Keno, said simply, "Goodbye, my Lana, I'll love you wherever I am." Keno gave Naomi instructions on how to locate her, and Naomi did as she was told. Her family was left alone, and she never saw Keno again. That was the way she liked it.

Adult:. Naomi continued to recieve messages from the strange apparations that formed out of rain. dust. fog. mist. sunlight. They didn't appear at any determined time; there was no pattern. They appeared whenever they pleased. Naomi did her best to complete the request they gave her, and became more accustomed to doing this. She wasn't as fearful when it happened anymore as she had grown more used to it;; not to say that it didn't send a shiver down her spine and jolt her heart to pumping double time. It still was startling. But the more ghosts that showed themselves to her, the more calm she became with each one.

She learned how to deal with each one;; the calm ones, the grumpy, the polite, the pushy, the rude, the shy. Naomi wondered why she had to be the one to do their favors. Whywas she chosen? Why was she different? She wanted to be normal. When she saw a apparition before her, no one else could see it, and it sends her eyes shaking back and forth very quickly, and she trembles and whimpers. She can't control it. It just...happens.

As a result, other dogs who see it either high tail it out of there, or stay to ask her what just happened. But Naomi doesn't want to be weird. She wants to be normal. She dismisses their questions like nothing happened, and never tells anyone about her sightings. Naomi doesn't have very many friends. She is lonely, and desperately longs for a mate, but knows that with her delema she may never achieve this. Her world is being tipped upside down, and it's sending the pretty golden retriever spiraling into a different state of mind;; whether it's for the better or the worse, no one knows. All Naomi is certain of is who she is right now, but she's not sure what she may become. I guess we'll find out.

LOOK CLOSER;;

TALKING;; "Hello. I am Naomi the Golden Retriever."
LISTENING;; "Hello Naomi!" says a strange dog.
THINKING;; Why is that dog talking to me? I don't know them...STRANGER DANGER!
PACK;; I prefer to live alone.
OTHER;; Rescue me from the world. Naomi Image CLiCKY

CREATED BY;; SKiP
Flynn, CR to Un-Chained Don't steal.

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(your always on display,
for everyone to watch and learn from,
don't you know by now? you can't turn back,
becausew this road is all your ever have,,)