[Dr. Vineta]

Approx. Size: 3/4"

Color: Black

Zodiac: Capricorn

Energies: Protection, Healing

Planet: Saturn

Birthstone: July

Here is a Harlequin, Onyx Great dane! This is my first as a permenant artist, and I had great fun designing him <3 Under his bandanna is a heart shaped marking (you can only see half of it). Now, to win him, I want you to write about how he got that marking! The best story wind ouo

End date: February 20th

[bsktcase]

Name:Ozzie

Gender:Male

Story:He was born with it! We got him that way with it, we say it shows he is the most heart and soul any dog could have. He is so loving , caring, sharing, sweet and kind I say he gets that from his Heart making. HIe soul is so Kind and Forgiving I say thats also his heart marking doing the work.

[TheTravelingWriter]

Going to have to drop out due to lack of time.

[BlueRocketMouse]

Ｎａｍｅ:
Oskar

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
Male

Ａｇｅ:
3 Years (About 20ish in human years)
Born on the 16th of July

Ｓｔｏｒｙ:
I used to be a bad dog. A very, very bad dog.

Oskar's paws fell rhythmically on the cold ground. The Great Dane's stomach rumbled as loud as the sky's distant thunder. He lifted his head to the gray sky and breathed deeply through his nose. Various scents of previous passerby and the oncoming rain mingled in Oskar's snout, but he did not care about those. He inhaled again, concentrating on the myriad of scents until he picked up the one he was looking for-- food.

Letting it pass through his nostrils once more, Oskar turned in the direction of the scent. As he neared, Oskar's short neck fur rose slowly on end, for he could now pick up on the distinct smell of another dog. Oskar slowed and took a cautious peek around the corner of a building. His fears were confirmed when he caught sight of a large dog, facing away from Oskar and helping itself to the hamburger some human had carelessly dropped on the ground.

For a brief moment, Oskar carefully weighed out his situation. The dog was large, some kind of shepherd by the looks of it, but not bigger than a Great Dane. Oskar also noted the dog's pelt was white-flecked and grizzled with age. No doubt he would be able to overpower the much older dog relatively easily. Oskar closed his eyes for a second before approaching the dog to do what he had done a hundred times before.

"You there, old timer!" Oskar barked loudly, his words tinged with a growl. The old dog ignored him, and continued eating with slow bites. "You have something I want," Oskar continued. "And you can either give it up nicely or have me take it from you."

The stranger stopped chewing, lifting his ancient head up slowly, but not turning to face Oskar. "Have the young dogs these days no respect for their elders?" He grumbled. "Can't even let the starving ol' mutt eat a measly piece of food in peace. Have you no heart?"

Oskar was taken aback. He hadn't expected the dog to give up his food without a word, but he certainly hadn't expected him to throw out a question like that. "I...Only special dogs are born with hearts." He said, regaining his composure. "I'm just a street dog. I take what I want, even if it means someone else gets hurt." Now Oskar spoke with confidence, as he recited what had been his life philosophy ever since he was a pup.

"Do you really think that?" The challenge in the old dog's words immediately shattered Oskar's wall of confidence. Piercingly pale eyes bore into Oskar as the head turned to face him, awaiting a reply. "No? I thought not. I know you better than you realize, pup." He went on hoarsely. "Quit foolin' yourself. It hurts you to take, doesn't it? Don't even answer, I know it does. You want to help, not hurt." Oskar stood listening in silence, so stunned that he didn't even notice the dog was now standing directly in front of him. This dog...a stranger whose name Oskar didn't even know. How did he possibly know so much about the turmoil inside him? A mixture of confusion and disbelief flashed in Oskar's eyes, which the old dog was quick to catch. "I know many things," He murmured. "You may deny it, but I know for a fact that you do have a heart. We're all born with one, but only some of us ever learn to use it." The dog closed his old eyes and planted a paw over Oskar's chest.

Oskar flinched backed at the dog's touch, which was icy cold at first but soon grew comfortably warm. He looked down at where the paw had been and was surprised to see a heart shaped marking where before had been only white fur. "I have...I have a heart?!"

"You always had one." The dog replied simply. "It just took you a little while to find it." Oskar looked down again at the heart shaped marking on his chest before looking back up to question the old dog further, but by then he was already gone. His gaze traveled to the leftover hamburger still lying on the ground. The Great Dane walked slowly over to take a bite when he became aware of a tiny pup watching hungrily from behind a trash can. She watched Oskar with big eyes as he stooped over and nudged the food over. Hesitant at first, the pup leaned over and took a small bite of the meat. Oskar shut his eyes, ignoring the grumbling in his own stomach as he listened to the pup filling hers. He opened them when he felt tiny paws scratching at his legs and saw the pup looking first at him, then at the remainder of hamburger expectantly.

Oskar allowed himself a smile as he lay down, finishing the last piece in a few hungry bites. The young pup gave him a single lick on his chest, right over the heart shaped marking, filling Oskar with a peaceful inner warmth.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:
|Hardworking|Protective|Loyal|Diligent|

✔ Feeling useful
✔ Summer
✔ Clear skies
✔ Chasing insects
✔ Physical activity
✔ Outdoors

✖ Storms
✖ Reminders of his past
✖ Stuck ups
✖ Loneliness
✖ Nothing to do
✖ Cramped spaces

[tiny-fire]

Name;

Kamen.
An interesting name, with a perfect meaning. <3

Call him Kay.

>> ]|I{•»«•}I|[ <<

Kamen means stone.
I just love the name and dark color of his stone; they go so well with his design.
Since his name means stone, it really fits.

>> ]|I{•»«•}I|[ <<

Though I don't think it's usually pronounced this way, you say his name like kay-min.


Story;

The Heart;

I opened my eyes. To my surprise, people were crowded around me.
They seemed to be talking...but of course, I couldn't understand them.
But one person, just that one person, seemed more calm, more kind, and wasn't talking.

>> ]|I{•»«•}I|[ <<

That person came up to me and slowly touched my back.
I tried to be calm, and waited for the human to go away.

>> ]|I{•»«•}I|[ <<

Then, something amazing happened. I heard the person who had told me not to be afraid. "Hi." they said. I looked down. A heart marking had appeared on my fur, even though it used to just seem like there was not a marking there.
I had gotten it because I had trusted a human,
and though I didn't know how it let me, I could understand humans words now.

>> ]|I{•»«•}I|[ <<

And from that day on, I had a heart shaped marking.

The End.

Sorry the story's short. ^^

[Dr. Vineta]

Of course, Notes ^u^ You may add extras, and they will count.

[albinny trancy]

username ;;
hello dear, I am Deadman's Charade, but you may call me Charlie. c:
why do i want her ;;
well, just look at her! she's an absolute marvel to look at, and I'd love to call her my own. also, to add onto my list of wants for this girl, she looks almost exactly like my old puppy, Mika, who died about two months ago of lung failure. she, like this GGD, was a Great Dane, although she was mixed with a Rat Terrier. c: I miss her every day, but now that I see this GGD, I want her more than anything in the world. owning her would be like owning my Mika again, and that's all that matters to me right now.
what will i do for her ;;
words here
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WIP

[Quitting12345]

Name :: Onyx
Nicknames :: Nyx, Nyxson
Gender :: Male
Age :: 17 (Dog Years?)
Sexual Orientation :: Heterosexual
Other :: N/A

Personality ::

Calm Wise Different Positive

Onyx is generally calm and positive. His personality fallows the meaning of his Gemstone, The Onyx. He rarely has any Negative feelings, and always trys to make others as calm as he is.


History :: Onyx was always made fun of when he was younger. He was bullied and pushed around by everyone. At that period of time he was full of grief and pain. Depression seemed to fallow over his shoulders ever where he walked. I suppose your wandering what changed?
Well, he got that heart shaped stain on his chest.

He trotted home, his head hung low, his hopes were crushed again.
'A painter!? Ha! Your just a dumb old mutt!'
'Dude stop, he cant help it, he was born with out talent!'
Everything they said,
it echoed.
He began to grind his teeth in frustration, as his trot began to speed up to a run.
'I'll Show them..!'
A quiet growl whispered from his lungs.
A few hours before
only a few more minutes until the art class was out for the weekend. Onyx was looking around nervously because this is near the time the older dogs started showing up for the evening classes. He could her the loud barks and voices coming from outside. They have arrived.
A sound then ringed through the class.
The other pups sprang from their desks and dashed outside. Onyx got up cautiously and walked out the door. Just then, four large dogs walked up to him, and the same thing happened that happened everyday.
'Did the little mutt make another worthless painting?'
Onyx continued to get pushed around and nipped at, like always.
Back to the Present
He burst into his territory, grabbing his large paint brush and dark grey Oil based paint.
He Splattered it on the wall with passion and force, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Just then, the paint splattered thickly on his chest, in the shape of a heart.
He sat in to corner, dealing with the pain he felt inside, not noticing the paint on his chest.
He sat, and he cried.
He realized his options.
He could go on living his life like this, and deal with the teasing, or he could stand up for himself.
the option was his this time, and he know what needed to be done.

And how does that completely explain the Stain on his chest?
Well, let me Shed some light on the subject.
See, he didnt wash the paint off right away, so it stained there. You have to think though, when did Onyx decide to start standing up for himself?
Lets just say he had a change of heart. hehe.