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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 11:43 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 11:51 am
 Rules of Posting
01. Please don't steal, copy, or alter the images in this thread in any way, even the banners, which I made myself soley for the use of this thread. If you want a GHS, please visit the thread to find out how to obtain one. If you would like banners like the ones in this thread (goodness knows why), send me a PM and I'll see what I can do.
02. If you do not have a GHS, please refrain from posting in this thread. If you wish to tell or ask me something about Lucky, please PM me.
03. Anyone with a GHS interested in roleplaying with Lucky may post in here. I will generally roleplay with any owners (including those with familiars or cats). All I ask is that you PM me first so that I know and we can cut down on the OOC chatter - I would like for this thread to be strictly IC. The only people exempt from this rule are the staff (Alex Kerrith, Sirenz, Chickies, and Dr. Jason Hawk), of course, as I know those people will have a reason for doing so.
04. When roleplaying, please keep your posts to at least a paragraph (four to five sentences in length), and no shorter. I understand that we all draw a blank at times, but just posting one or two sentences won't work for me. Try to be descriptive when you type, and also keep grammatical and spelling errors to a minimum. Yes, everyone makes mistakes, but it shouldn't be in every other word you type.
05. If you want your GHS to breed with Lucky, please PM me and we'll discuss it there. I don't want your GHS approaching mine and asking him if he wants a kid. >_<
06. If you've got a gift to drop off, please either post it in the form of IC roleplay or PM me and I will post it as such myself.
07. Don't godmode, or try to control Lucky. Also, if our GHS get into a fight, don't roleplay your pet dodging every move Lucky makes. That's completely unfair.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 12:28 pm
 Lucky's Story
Mac's heart was beating so loudly, he was positive even old Chief a few cages down could hear it. He had been chosen by Sirenz the previous day to be sold to a new owner along with the black and white cat in the cage to his right, Flora.
He glanced over at Flora, looking her over for a moment. She had pretty little white flowers on her hip, but aside from that, he liked nothing about her. Why should he? She was a cat.
He, Flora, and Chief were not the only ones in the room - on either side of him sat a wide array of odd-looking dogs, among which was a fox and a wolf. There was everything from a prissy Spaniel with a blue collar and a gray terrier with funny stripes, and about ten other different canines in between. He wondered why Flora was the only cat in the room - usually there were at least two or three prowling around the area, but all he could see was her. Maybe there were more down a bit.
He laid down on his stomach and rested his head on his paws, trying to drown out the aggressive barks and growls exchanged between Copper and Tod, Chief's commanding yells, Lady's shrill whining for something she called a Tramp, Meeko's chattering, and Pocahontas' "singing" (screaming, more like.)
To his right, Flora had already fallen asleep. As he watched her, he found he didn't blame her for wanting to escape all of this chaotic noise.
There was a familiar clang that told everyone the door was being opened, and Mac glanced up to see the face of Dr. Jason Hawk. Jason flashed him a brief smile before heading down the line of cages, and Mac watched as he lead Meeko, Pocahontas, and Percy being led out of the room.
A few minutes later, Alex entered the room and opened Flora's cage, taking her out. She returned a moment later and opened Mac's cage, her arms outstretched in an attempt to pick him up. Mac growled at her - he knew where he was to go and could very well use his legs himself. Alex laughed and exited with Mac at her heels.
He strained his eyes as the door opened and everything seemed to be a lot brighter. He stepped through cautiously, taking his place beside Flora and sitting peacefully, but not without the occasional glare in her direction, which the cat returned.
"Mac," one human read as she approached his cage. His tail wagged a bit. "Male, mutt." Mutt? His ears drooped and his tail dropped to the ground. Who was this kid calling a mutt? He was white with black spots - it was so very obvious that he was a dalmation, not a mutt.
Another girl approached the pair, looking Flora over before letting her gray eyes rest on Mac.
"Mutt?" she repeated to the other girl, brushing a bit of short ebony hair from her pale face. "He doesn't look much like a mutt." Mac's tail began wagging again as he gazed silently up at the black-haired girl. "More like a dalmation or something." His tail thumped against the bottom of his cage. Finally, he thought. A human that understands me.
"Looks a bit like Pongo, doesn't he?" another human remarked, and the girl nodded, smiling softly at him.
The next few moments whirled by very quickly. All he really remembered was a lot of humans shouting his name, Alex removing him from his cage, and the black-haired girl taking him into her arms.
"I'm not so sure the name Mac fits him," she told Dr. Kerrith and Dr. Aldridge, who had suddenly appeared, with the same soft smile. "Could...could I please name him Lucky?"
"Lucky it is," Lucas replied, handing the girl a card with Lucky's photo.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 12:34 pm
 Lucky
Name: Lucky
Name Origin: Lucky from 101 Dalmations
Original Name: Mac
Date of Adoption: November 6th, 2005
Gender: Male
Species: Dog
Breed: Mutt (however, he believes himself to be a dalmation)
Sexuality: Heterosexual (straight)
Mate: None
Parents: Unknown
Offspring: None
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 12:43 pm
 Photos of Lucky
Here is Lucky when I first got him, a beautiful spotted white puppy.
Here he is as an adolescent, a gorgeous little thing.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 1:24 pm
 The "Real" Lucky
One of the first ten puppies born to Pongo and Perdita, Lucky is a fiesty little rascal with an unquenchable thirst for adventure. In the Disney movie 101 Dalmations, Lucky helps his ninety adopted siblings foil Cruella DeVil's diabolical plan to slaughter the puppies to make a fur coat.
His puppyhood hero is Thunderbolt, a TV-star dog who saves the lives of innocent people. In the movie 101 Dalmations II: Patch's London Adventure, his brother Patch gets his chance to work alongside this great action hero and learns what it really means to be a dog.
In the animated series, he lives on a farm with some of his closest friends: Cadpig and Rolly the dalmations, and Spot, the silly bird who thinks she is a chicken.
He also enjoys eating his favorite brand of dog food, Kanine Krunchies, which his idol promotes in commercials.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 1:46 pm
 Lucky's Aquaintances
Three Tailed Fox
My human. I don't really know too much about her right now.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 2:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 12:25 pm
The Hunt Kytora Tod leaped over a fallen log as he ran down the narrow path. The scent of rabbit was strong; he was getting closer. The excitement of the Hunt made his blood boil. Red tinted his eyes and he increased his speed. If one was to watch him, one would only see a red/orange blur flying over the ground. Three Tailed Fox A dab of white and a splash of gray painted the picture of a small figure, no larger than the vulpine as it crunched through the leaves. He had left his human to explore and was currently tracking down something that smelled very unusual to him. Something very orange suddenly toppled him over and sent him rolling into a pile of leaves. Shaking the foliage from his pale fur, Lucky poked his head from the kaliedascope of oranges, reds and yellows to peer curiously at Tod. Kytora Tod was so caught up in speeding after the elusive rabbit that he failed to notice a clashing white and gray shape against the greens of the forest. This caused him, ultimately, ((gah, can't spell...))to topple over the dog. The two rolled on for a few feet before Tod became unhitched and found himself staring into the eyes of a mutt. He blinked once. Three Tailed Fox Lucky cocked his head several degrees to the right in a quizzical fashion as he stared at the rust-colored creature before him. He seemed to look like a dog, but he had some odd features. And oh, what a fluffy tail that was! His bright eyes blinked and he hopped out of the leaves to pad over to the fox, sniffing at him investigatively. Kytora ((oo, coolie. ^^ wink ) Tod flinched as the first intrusive "Sniff!" entered his personal bubble. He was tempted to tell the strange creature to go away and then run off, but something told him that that wasn't such a good idea. Curiousity won through and he stayed put. Habit caused him to take a few inquisitive whifs himself, and found that this...thing was actually a dog.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 8:41 pm
December 3rd - Strange Happenings Lucky sat at the edge of the yard, staring quietly down at the small hole he had constructed just the other day. He had spent many long hours toiling long and hard to perfect that hole to be just the right shape and size for him to fit through comfortably.
Today, however, he could no longer fit his body through that hole, and this was something that confused him greatly. What had happened to the hole overnight? Did it shrink? Holes didn't shrink...did they? Did someone come along and start making it smaller? It certainly didn't look any smaller than yesterday, and yet...
Lucky yelped with the realization of what must have happened. He had grown bigger overnight, and since holes did not grow (or shrink, for that matter), he could no longer fit into the now tiny space before him.
He whimpered, his ears lowering significantly. After all that time it had taken him to sculpt it, he could no longer use the hole. And what was worse, if he redid it, it was likely he'd only get bigger and be unable to fit once more.
With another whimper, he gazed longingly through the fence at a chattering squirrel, who had apparently sensed his dismay and was now giggling at his predicament.
Just then, it began snowing, soft frozen tears falling from the heavens and chilling his spotted fur. Ears and tail drooping in defeat, he trudged through the yard and made his way back into TTF's house.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 3:39 pm
[For Moony~]
Despite the mostly-melted snow, it was a lovely day. Lucky had decided he wanted to explore the neighborhood some more and somewhat reluctantly widened the hole by the fence. Hopefully he wouldn't get too much bigger any time soon, so that he could still fit through this one. It really did take forever to construct those things to be just right.
As he trotted down the sidewalk to the half snow-covered park, he gazed about him quietly. He hadn't spoken to any other dogs, or even cats, in a very long time, he realized quite suddenly. Perhaps he would find a new friend at the park; there was usually someone hanging around there.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 3:48 pm
The sun was out, and the milky white snow glinted in the light. Jady's breath puffed out in a small cloud and rose over her head, disappearing. She looked out the window, her head tilted gently to one side as she watched the world unfolding outside.
Then she stood up and whirled toward the door. In a flash, she had slipped through the doggy-door, her paws drawing deep imprints into the half-melted snow. She broke into an easy lope, making for the park. At least there, it was fun.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 3:56 pm
He soon arrived at his destination and surveyed the area. Unless everyone was hiding, there wasn't a single creature in sight. With a slow exhale of gray-white disappointment that materialized and disappeared before him in a few seconds, he padded over to a small patch of ground where the snow had melted away to reveal lush emerald-green grass, which he promptly crushed when he sat on it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 4:00 pm
Her tail twitched gently as she padded into the park. It was quiet, and there were no birds singing. Why not...? She trotted on, her nose at the ground. There had to be something here. It was a beautiful day, sun shining, snow... where were all the little kiddies with their pets?
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 4:09 pm
He perked at the sound of approaching pawsteps, sitting up and gazing around. A low growl rumbled from deep inside of him, suspecting it to be a cat, but when he stood and explored a bit he found it was another dog. "Hey there!" he barked, his tail swishing to and fro behind him.
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