Senan again. Hay at least it's not Roi again. ...Expect another one soon though. i can't dobies but they're fun to draw. 8U

I really liked this sketch so here. EVEN SHADING WOAH.


Y'all can ignore the following if you want. Just a small story/brief history.

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*Just a note first, handle this with a train of thought where his story's a fairy tale of sorts. ...Not that I'm using that as a cop out for why I don't explain magical happenings.*

An Irish Red and White Setter, Senan was born to be a gun dog. However that's not what he wanted to do. It involved killing and handling dead things, which he didn't want any part of. Oh he tried it once when he was five months old, but the taste of blood- It was warm and sweet, and he wanted more. He wanted to kill and he wasn't even sure if he wanted to eat what he wanted to kill. Not able to handle his reaction, he swore to never touch it again.

It was years later when he was around four years old that he decides to leave home. His parents tried to convince him that the outside world was no place for a lone stray dog. And that you need a pack, and you need to kill to survive. Senan heard them, but he was still pulled away by the desire to be his own... being.

Roughing it at first was challenging. He wasn't a puppy anymore, so few payed him any attention or gave him a scrap of food. He resorted to chewing on the grass like a herd animal as he wondered the edges of his homeland, working up the courage to wonder his way through the wood that surrounded the small gun dog populous town. That was when he met Brother. A Central Asian Shepherd who at first looked like he was about to start a fight with Senan, but a group of hunters following the large dog seemed to change his mind as he rushed past him and straight into the forest.

Unsure what to do at first, and probably out of a blind panic, the setter ended up following the stranger. Hardly past the first rows of trees, Senan already started to feel the brush of arrows. Thinking he was about to die anyway, he turned and tried to get the full attention of the humans on him instead, so as to lead them away from the other dog. Barking and snapping in their direction, he veered right and started running again.

His plan worked, and the humans actually gave up before an arrow with Senan's number on it found him. Now thinking he'd die from what lurks in the forest, he wondered further in. And was pinned down by the other dog who seemed to appear out of no where. But instead of delivering him death, the Shepherd shared with him his name (or what to call him); "You can call me 'Brother'. Now who the hell're you?"

The two traveled together for a short time. Brother finding and killing for food, and though Senan was sometimes driven to participating in the kills by his hunger, he saw something in the way his companion killed that set his nerves on edge. For the time he merely followed as he sought a more fitting home for himself. But human and canine alike tended to avoid them as they passed. He didn't understand why. He also didn't understand why he felt afraid of his own (and only) pack member. Why he felt a way about certain things instead of following a simple dog's life like a normal dog.

What Senan didn't understand was that he was gifted with a kindhearted insight. One that would allow him to avoid trouble for both he and others if he were brave enough to follow it. However he first needed to understand it. And he didn't.


It was two months before he realized why. When he found Brother murdering a couple of labs who weren't even bothering him. He didn't say why he killed them, except "why not?". Senan wanted to move to stop him, or even say something, but he didn't. Couldn't. He froze and watched. Even before the shock wore off he hated himself. He knew he'd die if he tried anything, but being a coward felt even worse than any death he could've suffered.

On their way to the next town, they stopped on a cliff to rest for the night. Senan felt safe enough to sleep knowing that the chances of anyone for Brother to kill coming along were slim. So of course some poor bastard wondered into their midst. At first it looked like Brother was going to let them pass, then in a blur of fury and teeth, he was locked onto the back of the strange dog. At first in that frozen state again that kept him from acting, Senan bit his own leg to make himself move.

He roared at Brother to stop. Or at least he tried. The noise he made was more close to a whimper than a growl. The Shepherd froze in disbelief. Then dropped the dog who's spine was now broken. Turning on Senan now, Brother pinned him to the ground effortlessly and hissed angrily to the setter how he should've killed him right off when they met, instead of letting him live as a possible asset.

Hurt but only in heart, Senan pushed down his fear and sorrow for rage and bit hard into the Shepherd's leg. Taken aback by his opponent's nerve to even try to fight after being so harmless since he's known him, Brother staggered back from Senan. He lost his footing, and the Shepherd fell from the cliff to the wide open and lonely grave below.

That was when Senan found out his family was cursed. (The curse's story: Several generations ago when his great-great-great-etc-grandfather had led a pack and aided in the killing of a deer on a witch’s property. She decided that ‘you are what you eat’ and thus cursed he (being the leader) and every descendant of his with being turned into their first kill, thinking they’d become game or prey animals. He was then turned into a deer, and killed by his own pack before he could tell them who he was. (He already had pups at the time.)) Taking on the form of his old companion (with the only exception being his red eyes (sign of the curse)) in a painful transformation, he was left in his new body for the rest of eternity or until he dies in a fight. Or as prey. He was almost five and a half when he was cursed.


For 87 years he was stuck in his form. He was shunned from every town that knew Brother's reputation. He was beaten and shot at, but because he never fought back or defended himself, he survived. He survived but he felt dead inside. Trying to find some connection to the world again, he visited his home town one last time.

That was where he found Carlo. A German Wirehaired Pointer mix that was only a pup and orphaned not that long ago. And from other town dogs, he finds out they were killed by Brothers jaws. The pup was too young to remember his parent's killer, so he wasn't afraid of the now much larger dog. In fact the pup took a liking to him. He followed Senan as he debated entering the town. In the end he decides that he'd rather remember the town the way it was, instead of risking the chance of tainting that memory. And instead disappears back into the forest, taking the pup with him and looking after him as he grew up.


*Then there's the cause for why Senan ended up in 'our realm', but that's for another time.*

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...Wow that wasn't brief at all. Do I even know how to write brief? This was difficult as hell to type up since I made up half as I went along and dad wouldn't shut up.