Disclaimer: Brief cussing and (very) slight violence

I'm pretty excited right now. Tired, but fucking excited! I'm currently working on a bunch of different pieces of my new babe Tristan. He's my new fursona. He's kind of like an updated version of Tod (whom I haven't posted yet bcuz I'm a procrastinating piece of shit). He has a similar pattern and color scheme, but he's better and extra emo. Yup...
He's got rottweiler/doberman patterning, but he's a blueish-black color, with cream/beige secondary coloring. He has a greyish charcoal/ash color symbol on his back that looks like a slanted T, a symbol meaning 'they will beat you'. Upon his brow, which is always covered with his emo haircut, is a misshapen and (also) slanted oval, meaning 'nothing here'. Contrary to what this may imply, he is actually rather intelligent. Most people don't know this though because he is a loner, and a tough nut to crack. His hair is naturally black, but he has dyed it a pastel-ish blue, so now only streaks of black remain near the center where it all stems from. He has a piercing in his ear that pictures the trans flag (that's right he's a motherfuckin' trans-boy like me) and he like to wear his galaxy hoodie when it's chilly outside. His left is a light (siberian) blue and his right eye is bright green. His paw pads match his hair and his tongue is purple.. His nose is pink and black speckled/splotched.
Well, you know the looks so now you should know the backstory. I would say you probably don't care but if you didn't you wouldn't still be reading, so... anyways. Tristan was given a very fitting name at birth, seeing as how his name means Outcry in Celtic, where his mother's breed (the rough collie) originates from. His father is a galician hound and galician barn dog(celtic shepherd) mix. This being said, he is also a little below average height, but tough for his size (and just in general). Both his parents were wild, his mother having been abandoned and his father being feral, so he was raised on the streets of germany. When he was still a young pup (about 6 months old) his mother died. She had been captured by animal control and, it being her second time at the pound, she was euthanized. Luckily, Tristan was weaned by then. Un-luckily, is that a word? Unfortunately, his father could not care for Tristan as he should have, and after getting into many street fights as a young pup, his father became stressed. One day, Tristan awoke to a fight between his father and three other stocky dogs.His father was able to drive them off, but sustained many grave wounds. Tristan watched and assisted his father in gnawing off his own forearm, amputating it to prevent infection from spreading. He also laid by his father during the days and licked the cuts and scrapes clean. From a young age Tristan ended up taking care of his father. Fighting for him, nursing him, feeding him. With the support from his son, Tristan's father (Baile:essentially meaning home) was able to live on his own again. By this point, Tristan was ready to follow his own path. Baile ended up living on a farm 'with' an old man who occasionally left some scraps out for him during winter. Tristan is now a street dog in Germany where he has lived up to and earned his name; Outcry.