RISE TO BECOME A BEAST

In a forgotten corner of the city, tucked away in an old, crumbling house, a tiny puppy named Rocky was born. From his very first days, Rocky’s life was marked by hardship. He was small, scrappy, and full of spirit, but his surroundings made survival a constant battle. Food was scarce, and what he did manage to scavenge was far from what a young pup should eat—stale bread, scraps of rotten meat, even garbage that people left outside.

Day by day, Rocky grew. But instead of becoming strong and lively like the other dogs he saw from his broken window, his body began to change in strange and alarming ways. His fur lost its softness and began to look dull and patchy. His muscles grew, but unevenly, giving him a twisted, almost monstrous appearance. His face, once innocent and sweet, became gaunt and hardened, marked by scars and patches from the rough life he led.

The people who passed by barely noticed him, and those who did, looked away quickly, fearful of his haunting gaze. Rocky’s body had become a reflection of his surroundings: harsh, grim, and desolate. The damp, dirty house with its broken windows and mildew-covered walls had become a prison that shaped him in its image.

Despite his appearance, Rocky's spirit held a quiet strength. He grew resilient, his will hardened by the life he’d been forced to endure. He learned to navigate the shadows and fend off creatures bigger than himself, discovering that his unusual body gave him a powerful advantage. He became feared in the alleyways as the “Beast of the Backstreets,” a creature whispered about by both animals and people.

One day, a kind-hearted stranger stumbled upon Rocky while searching for a lost cat. Seeing the creature that most others feared, the stranger saw past his hardened shell to the soul within. They approached him slowly, with food, water, and gentleness that Rocky had never known. For the first time, he tasted real food—meat, warm and fresh, just as nature intended. He drank clean water, quenching a thirst he’d long forgotten.

Rocky’s body began to change again, but this time for the better. His fur grew shinier, his muscles more balanced, and his eyes softer, reflecting the loyal spirit that had survived within him. No longer a beast of the shadows, he transformed into a powerful, majestic creature—strong, respected, and kind. The scars remained, but they became symbols of his journey from the forgotten corners of despair to a new life of resilience and dignity.

Rocky had risen from a creature feared as a beast to a protector and friend, and he carried his scars with pride as a testament to his strength and survival.