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 Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:00 pm
5 characters
Dog RP
Magnum
Bonnie
Amber
Rex
Ice
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:07 pm
Magnum  I belong to the Anevay packWhere I rank as the Alpha maleI've lived this life for five yearsAnd I'm fairly certain I'm a maleMy coat is pure black in colorBut my eyes are dark brownIf you wish to label me though, I'm a Giant SchnauzerI find love with MeedaWhile my life lives on in no one yetHowever, I left out that honestly, I have a weakness for cheese. They say I'm very head strong and intelligent. When it comes to my land I'm extremely territorial, and you learn quickly if I think you are a friend or foe. As well, I'm very blunt and I don't hide any part of my personality to any one. I've been told that I'm too serious before, as I don't find humor in things very often. My job and responsibilities are important to me, and I don't like to show weakness. With that, I am a dog of my word. If I promise you anything, it will be done in good time, you can count on that. Other than that, I'm very protective. Of my mate, my pups, and even my pack. There is little of a soft side to me, and even smaller of a group of dogs that have ever seen it. In fact, there is only one - my mate, Meeda. She is the one I've shone the small portion of the soft spot I have, and the only one who knows my weakness for cheese.
Aside from that, I look for intelligence. I enjoy surrounding myself with higher thinking dogs and it's an honor if I deem you one of them. I cannot stand those cross eyed yippers who have no idea how to think by themselves. I will say that I enjoy a pretty fae, and I'll get caught looking every so often, but Meeda is my life. She, to me is gorgeous and her snarky sarcasm is priceless. To sum me up though, I'm mean, fierce, and vigilant. I tolerate very little within my pack and expect the highest of all of my members. Failure is not an option.It's been a long journey and it's not over yet. It all started when I was a pup. I was taken from my home and given a new one. Don't get me wrong, I adored the family I was in. But they didn't really take care of me that well. I was stuck in the house most of the time, and when I wasn't in the house, I was tied up in the back yard. Walks? Nope. Playing ball? Nope. They didn't even let me romp around with any of the dogs in the neighborhood. I was a bored dog, and that is never good. Sure, they fed me well, groomed be every month or so. And I didn't mind that too much. Meant I got out of my prison of a home. So I don't have that story, of I loved my family and I would protect them all at costs. I probably wouldn't. I hated them. There was the loyalty that they were keeping me alive, but honestly. . . I was just living. There was no 'life' to it.
Moving from there though, the reason I am where I am now is very stupid. It wasn't my smartest of moves. So, there was this little yapper next door. A Yorkie, actually. I had problems with the b***h before. She never ever Shut her flapping mouth. It was all mindless bantering and I had enough. I was tired. I wanted to sleep. And my ******** owners wouldn't let me inside. So you know what I did? I chewed through the damn rope that was keeping me back and ran towards the yard to my right. The fence was low enough that I jumped over it with ease and you know that I did? I killed her. Right there. Stupid. I know. Her owners saw me, called the police and it was a massive chase for a few days. I was so out of shape from not ever having exercise that eventually, my owners found me. You know what they did though instead of taking me home? They sent me to a kill shelter. I hated them.
From there, I met Meeda. It was her second time being caught and she too was probably on death row after me. I was actually next though and was going to take it. Honestly, I didn't want to be here any more. My only family abandoned me and here I was left to die. Meeda though sparked new life. As it was getting closer to my execution, she was able to come up with a rather clever plan how to get out. This was how I fell for her. Such intelligence was very rare to come by. Anyway, she bolted out when her handler came in to feed her, causing the poor sap to panic to try to get her back in. That made my handler become careless as he left in a hurry to get her back in her cell. That's when I made a run for it as well. A third human came into the picture, so I went over and hit the button I had seen them hit a thousand times before, except the one next to it to release all of the cages in this wing. The rush of dogs caused us to make our escape and get out of the wretched place.
She and I bonded well. Meeda was very knowledgeable about the streets and taught me everything I need to know. Soon enough, her and I were able to get our pick of hounds together and formed our own little pack in a junkyard. The cars make good shelters and it's close enough to a large dump that we usually have a lot of food to scavenge from. We only let the strongest and the brightest into our pack. We could be picky like that, and so we took the chance. Soon enough we made our mark in the city as a pack to not be messed with.
The voice in my head ➸ Mertay
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:07 pm
Bonnie  I belong to the Waanaki packWhere I rank as the ScoutI've lived this life for four yearsAnd I'm fairly certain I'm a femaleMy coat is salt and pepper in colorBut my eyes are brownIf you wish to label me though, I'm a Scottish DeerhoundI find love with someoneWhile my life lives on in some beautiful puppiesHowever, I left out I have a secret little thing for Doc. He's just so . . gorgeous. And the only other dog here that isn't smaller than me.They say I'm a little rough around the edges. I wasn't socialized much as I was growing up and this lead me to be a shy individual. We also traveled a lot, so along with almost never seeing any one else, I never really had the time to make a lot of plans. I suppose that was fine with me, living in the country was always great since one of my favorite things to do is run. I know, I'm one of the larger breeds - but to feel that rush is just amazing. Anyway, more about me - I'm polite actually. Very much so. My parents used to call me a lady. With my delicate frame and gentle disposition, it'd be very rare that I'd harm anyone really. I just, wouldn't want to. Sure, I'm most likely larger than my opponent - but size doesn't mean everything, right? So yeah, I'm docile, kind, and very loving. I'll do almost anything for my pack members if it means putting them in good spirits. I'll never lie to you either. I always brought myself up on the idea that keeping things from one another just causes tensions in whatever relationship it happens to be. But then again - I have very few friendships to speak of, so I could be wrong. It's been said that I'm rather apologetic too. Which, I feel like I'm more empathetic instead. Just as a fair warning too, It's been said that I can be rather awkward. Probably from the lack of socialization I presume.It's been a long journey at least from where I came from. I suppose it'd be right if I started from the beginning? My mother and father were both pure bred working dogs. He, a racer for some big known company out in Edmonton. While she was a hunter for men in the Northern Territories. Before they retired, the people that owned them somehow met using their nifty gadget things and bred the two. It was quite a large litter of six pups. At six weeks old though everyone was taken and spoken for by various humans that wanted our breed. Same was true with me I suppose. I was picked up by a boy - he wasn't a full adult yet but still tall enough to compare to a lot of the other humans in height. He was the loving sort and brought me home to a wonderful family. I think around this time I was somewhere in the most northern parts of the Alberta province. It honestly - was all fine with me. They had a ton of space for me to run around in and there was one other dog there. He was a gorgeous harlequin Dane who went by the name of Clyde. So here we were in who knew where, Bonnie and Clyde. I was rather happy in my pup years with just him.
We didn't go out for walks at all. There was enough land for the two of us to just romp around. Humans also didn't come by very often, and it was rare that we saw any of our masters other than the boy who took me home. It was all fine with me. I felt like I didn't need anything else anyways. We had the whole country to ourselves it seemed. I should warn you though - the happiness ended there. I was still a pup, probably around eight months old when Clyde passed away with some heart issues. Apparently my owner took it hard and so he pack his things up - which included me and went to live in a place a little more south. Westlock was a beautiful town - it wasn't as cold as the other place we had been, but it had even more open land for me to just run around on. My owner and I grew for about a year here together and he seemed to be taking a more active role in my life. I suppose you could say I was still separated from all of the other dogs - but I still didn't mind it. By this time I knew nothing else anyways. Sure there were a couple strays here and there that would wander onto our territory. We talked for a bit usually however, they always seemed to have an agenda and couldn't stay for long. Either way, it didn't matter because soon enough we were up and moving again - into a different province actually. Apparently my master had gotten a new, better job in Regina, Saskatchewan. Once again, we lived on the outskirts of town, this time on a ranch not far from a cattle farm. Oh - those cows were fun to play with and it seemed the farmer next door never really minded my presence around them.
That residence lasted about another year, but it seemed like my owner was just falling more and more apart from me. He was almost to the full grown Human Adult phase I suppose. I heard rumors from some of the strays that this was when he ships me off to a kill shelter. I hoped not. Our next move was a long one as we entered a new country and ended up to find ourselves on a dairy farm in Wisconsin. The farmer was rather nice to me too, and he became almost like a second master to me when my own was out working. It seemed like he came home less and less though and eventually, just stopped showing back up at the farm at all. It wasn't much later than that did the farmer I was living with died of Cancer. That was when I realized that I truely was all alone. So I headed south. Trying to find anything I could that could be close to a family - and maybe even give me a change of scenerey. I had been around farms my whole life, the city I figured would have been a great place to try. Long story short I found myself in the middle of this massive city - Chicago. Meeting Doc came next. I actually ran into him while gawking at all of the large buildings. I'd have to admit - the city is much more noisy than the country. But you probably already knew that. He reminded me so much of Clyde that I actually called him that. He told me about this pack him and a Greyhound put together though and invited me to come and join them. I chose the rank of a scout which I suppose was perfect since I found that I love helping and providing for others.
The voice in my head ➸ Mertay
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:12 pm
Amber  I belong to the Waanaki packWhere I rank as the pack memberI've lived this life for Two yearsAnd I'm fairly certain I'm a femaleMy coat is various browns, tans, white, and black in colorBut my eyes are dark brownIf you wish to label me though, I'm a Pekingese/Shih tzu mixI find love with no one yetWhile my life lives on in no one yetHowever, I left out the fact that I have frequent back pain in the winter due to a disc disease I inherited.They say I'm not totally there. My head it always in the clouds, and I'm not always aware what is going on around me. Ditsy is another word to call it. I'm not the smartest of the bunch, or the fastest. . definitely not the strongest. Though, I do have a very large attitude and love to be the center of attention. I know that I'm adorable and proud of it. Playing around is one of my favorite past-times, as well is sun bathing, barking, and cuddling. It can be said that I'm stubborn though and thick in the head. I don't do very much that I really don't want to.
Did I mention that I like to hop around? It's weird, I know, but it's soooo much fun. I can have a temper, but that's really only when you are interrupting me or getting in my face about something. Even then, I rarely do anything harmful. Before I forget. . I also have separation anxiety. It sucks, I know, but I always need to be around others and hate being alone. I am a follower at best. Very rarely will I get up and take some initiative, and what goes with that, is that sometimes I follow for reasons that I don't even know. Kinda like a monkey-see monkey-do type of thing.It's been a long journey , well, okay not that long. When I was a puppy I was born to a pekingese mother and shih tzu father. Our owners didn't think that they liked each other, but in truth, my parents were madly in love. Either way though, we weren't taken care of very well. I never got any food - but that could have been because I was the runt of the litter. As well, I never got any attention. I lived with four brothers, one sister, my parents, and two very fat goldendoodles. They were all right and all, but still, my owners weren't able to even look after us. I was supposed to be the eldest daughter's dog too. But instead I was usually handed over to her younger brother. He would pull on my tail, knot my ears, and all in all, it wasn't very fun,
When I was about eleven months old, I was taken to a grooming shop. After that day, I was never taken back to the same home. I went back with one of the people who worked there, and boy was is scary at first. They already had a male dog at the house, Oscar. He wasn't much bigger than I and right away we bonded. He was like my older brother and protected me from everything. Eventually, I got used to my new surroundings and it was a lot of fun! I got attention every day, long, long walks. I hadn't ever been outside before. And who knew that I would LOVE the snow? I didn't. It might be cold, but winter is now one of my favorite times because of it. But either way, I was starting to really enjoy where I was. I got fed every day, got to romp around with my new brother and even the neighborhood dogs. Sometimes I got brought back to the grooming shop and could play around with my real brothers and sisters.
I didn't want to leave. In fact, I got lost. You see, when we are let out, usually even if we get pack the fence, we always went back home. They were nice and loving there. But it was all an accident. I was chasing my rabbit friend when hours later I looked around and had no idea where I was. I became panicked, and then even more lost. If it wasn't for the alpha female of the Waanaki pack, I would have probably not lasted on my own. Being a former house pet as well, she was sympathetic to my loss, and understood how it felt. I owe my life to her.
The voice in my head ➸ Mertay
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:14 pm
Rex  I belong to the Non existent packWhere I rank as the only member (loner)I've lived this life for Six yearsAnd I'm fairly certain I'm a maleMy coat is various browns, white and black in colorBut my eyes are golden brownIf you wish to label me though, I'm a SalukiI find love with the one who will capture my heartWhile my life lives on in the pups I might one day haveHowever, I left out that I can be rather awkword around other dogs as I never really socialized that well with others.They say I'm cat-like in the way that I'm independant. I've never really bothered to get to know others. It's not like I don't care about anyone else. It's that I've just not ever been around others. My entire life I have traveled and never stopped to get to know the dogs in the town. I'm kind though despite this. So don't be fooled by my initial behavior. It's just hard for me to let others in close to me. I've been on a mission and that's what I've kept my head in the game for - is that mission. On that note, I'm very dedicated. To me, what I believe in and what I wish to accomplish.
As soft as I am, I can be stern. As much as I can - I try to stay level headed. That doesn't mean I can take a break every once in a while. If I do happen to stick around and get to know you better, I can be very playful and fun going. I am very watchful of others around me and try to be as intelligent as I can be, meaning I was well studied. Everything I do has purpose though and is very rarely spontanious.It's been a long journey and it all started in Denver. My mother was originally a show dog. She was bred to be the best in her class and every other. She came runner up three times, but never fully won a championship. She was The Douches Lilly Von Frorue Mikanela. What it meant - only her handler knew but that's what they did in the show ring. Give their dogs these huge titles. And they passed on from generation to generation. My brother for instance. The Lord Bramble Du Halensta Mikanela. Of course that's not what they were called at home. We all had house names like my mother, Issabell and my brother Robert. But I was never given a stage name. From the moment I was born, there was a clear reason why I could never compete like them - my jaw had a slight underbite. It's not much but enough to earn a disqualification. So instead I was trained separately with my younger sister to be a hosue pet. I didn't mind it at all. I meant I didn't have to go through the stress of being groomed every day. My hair could be kept short and I didn't have rediculously long hours of training.
Mine was mostly simple. Sit when told. Eat from the bowl, but nicely. Don't bite any humans, bark when they ask for it. Use the backyard as my bathroom. It was actually nice. I didn't have to go on those stupid little puppy pads and I wasn't in need of extensive crate training like my brother and two older sisters. Yes, it was a large litter of five. You could say that as a puppy I was happy. No, elated. I couldn't wait to see my new owners and meet all of their family. Of course I'd miss my own. But that was all part of the business. I remember my mother saying all those years ago though, to always explore. Always keep wondering and learn something new every day. I took those words to heart on the last day I saw her. That was the day my sister and I were crated and sent off to Pheonix to meet our new family. Soon as we got there though, we were separated. This wasn't at all what we were promised, nor what our owners had in mind.
I was put into the home I hadn't met while my original owners had gotten my sister. Then I heard that she moved right after that again with the family and that was the reason they could only have one puppy. I grew rather depressed without her. We were supposed to stay together. For the rest of our lives. This just ruined everything. I brooded for about a year, and the first chance I got - went running. I ran away from a good family. A decent life because I wanted to be with my sister. I know it was silly. And in retrospec - a very, very dumb thing to do. But I traveled everywhere to find her. I did everything I could to find her where-abouts. That's probably why I never stopped to talk to anyone for every long. I Was determined to find her and so that was the one goal I set. And I mean to follow it.
I traveled everywhere and in much of a zigzag pattern. Going all the way north back to make my way south. I wanted to make sure that I didn't miss an inch of space where she could be hiding. That's how I ended up in chicago - five and a half years later. There were rumors of a beautiful pure bred Saluki female here. And as most assumed, they thought I was looking for a long lost mate. Nope - my sister. I have hope in this city, and might stay a little longer to make sure I can fully explore it. Even still - I'm not making any plans to settle down. This would all be in case there were rumors of a bigger fish in a different city. I wanted to make sure that I could find her so I might still just be passing through. We'll see how the days go though. And where this foolish quest takes me. I've met a lot of strange dogs along the way, but it has taught me so much about myself and the others around the country.
The voice in my head ➸ Mertay
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:17 pm
Ice  I belong to the Anevay packWhere I rank as the warriorI've lived this life for four yearsAnd I'm fairly certain I'm a maleMy coat is creamish white in colorBut my eyes are usually a very light blue - almost whiteIf you wish to label me though, I'm a White DobermanI find love with TarraWhile my life lives on in our future pupsHowever, I left out the tiniest of details - I didn't exactly get consent from our alphas before mating. Tarra insisted that she asked Magnum and that he gave her his blessings and to not worry about it. Still, I feel like something is not right. . .They say I'm loyal, obedient, agile, and independent. I'm also fearless and a protector. When it comes to my pack, my friends, and my loved ones there isn't anything that I won't do to make sure that they don't come to any harm. I'm quick on my feet and learn fairly quickly. Above all else, I am loyal. I only serve one pack, one mate, and so on. That doesn't mean I won't look and occasionally throw a flirt out there. Don't get me wrong about all this chivalrous stuff though. I have been known to have a temper and I fight rather dirty. Being street smart, I know all those moves to get me out of trouble in a pinch, how else have I stayed on the streets so long?
From there, I could be a goofball, cracking jokes where I can, getting others to laugh. Heck, how I got into this pack was one of my most glorious displays of comedy. As well, I'm a busy-bee. Very rarely will I be standing around doing nothing. It feels so . . unproductive, and not me. There is always something to be done, if it's around the pack or for the pack. Mostly though, I just don't like idle paws. That's usually what gets others into trouble.It's been a long journey and I'm not ready for it to stop. We'll start at the beginning ~
I was born to a pure-bred backyard breeder. The situation my parents lived in was terrible, and the pup's success rate was less than half. Basically, after my mother was bred to a dominant, possessive brute for the fourth time, she ran - escaped the living hell hole they called home. Months after, she died giving birth to us in the summer. The heat was too much for her, as well as starving on the streets. I thought - all of my littermates died except for me. There was a Weimaraner - Kina was her name, and she took me in, nursed me to health and essentially raised me. She was my new mother, and if she hadn't told me about how she found me, then I wouldn't have ever guessed otherwise. She protected me from all of the elements for the first year of my life, and so I was indebted to her.
One winter though, she got caught in a dog catcher's trap. I did what I could to get her out and protect her, but nothing would work. Eventually, we both were sent to the pound. It wasn't that bad - other than the confined space and constant buzz of the other dogs wanting to get out. I grew depressed though. They separated me from my mother and there was nothing I could do about it. I remember the last time I saw Kina though. Some human had come to pick me up - was the same person who bred my mother. As I was being dragged down the isle away from the shelter, I saw her - she didn't even look at me which caused my heart to sink. My own mother thought that I was the reason that she was in there, and now I was being dragged out by the very thing that lead my blood mother to leave. I swore that I would escape just like her. There was no way that I was going to become some spoiled house pet.
Upon reaching my new house, the first thing they did was chain me outside to the Oak behind the house. I was given very little water and even less food. It was said to be 'obedience training'. Discipline was not something I learned out there. After about a month, they brought me into another odd place - the vet. There I had my tail docked and my ears cropped. I had to wear these stupid band-aid things to make sure my ears always stood up and I was never given pain killers. It hurt like a b***h. This just made me even more angry on top of the neglect. I lashed out and was soon deemed 'untrainable' and was scheduled to be euthanized next month. It put me into a panic, and soon I was able to break the rusted, old chain that bound me and sprinted off - once again living in the streets I called home.
I never saw that wretched human again, nor Kina. I feared that they killed her because of me. My determination was strong though. Eventually I got the damn chain off and I was free once again. There was several dog catcher experiences, but I was never brought back to the pound again. I figured out how to outsmart the stupid humans and out maneuver them. It even became a game to me. This was how I got into the Anevay pack actually. It was running from a dog catcher when I spotted Meeda and Magnum. Romping around the idiotic human, I was able to get him tangled in his own net - causing him to trip over it and eventually fall. The poor guy was so caught up in the net that he actually had to wait for his friend to come untie him. It made us all laugh. So I was brought in as a warrior - a rank that suits me well.
That was all a year ago. I had spotted a gorgeous Dalmation fae and instantly, we hit it off as good friends. She soon became my world and I would do anything for her. It was rather scary courting her though. Magnum for whatever reason had a soft spot for this fae, and I knew that there was no way in hell I could stay in the pack if I messed anything up with her. No pressure, right? To throw MORE gut wrenching issues at it though, she wanted pups. I told her I wasn't going to do anything until we both talked to Magnum and Meeda about it. Tarra insisted that she had - and I believed her. Why wouldn't I? there's still a little voice in the back of my head that is ringing huge alarm bells about the entire situation. I have a feeling Magnum won't be too happy a few months down the road. . .
The voice in my head ➸ Mertay
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