[eleutheromania]

Chocolate and Tan Piebald/Black Bi Somatic with pastel pink.

prompt: impress me. limit of 1000 words or 2 art pieces. pretty up forms is encouraged.. end date Nov. 1st

username: RosslynRouge
name: Aloysia
sex: Female
kennel: n/a

[HoneyLavender࿐]

mork ~

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[ExVenor]

Merkles! <33
Not to my taste but good luck to those who enter! <3

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[Thani]

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[eleutheromania]

one day left.

[DarkestWerewolf]

username:
DarkestWerewolf
name:
Bourbon Sweetheart // Whiskey
sex:
Female
kennel:
Wild’s Calling Boer Kennel
about her:
Whiskey was born with a silver spoon. She was bred for show. A beautiful lineage with a renown pedigree, parents and breeders. Naturally, she came out being the odd one out. Odd yet beautiful markings decorated her body. Her eyes with such uniquely different colours caught the attention of many. She was the star of any show she went to. While she didn’t always come back a winner, she always had eyes on her. Some even question whether she was for sale and would pay generously for her. When she wasn’t doing show, Whiskey was always asked to be the mascot for brands. She had many sponsorships.
The life of a fancy dog was nice but it wasn’t what made Whiskey happy. A trip down to the countryside for a photoshoot opened her eyes to the lifestyle she dreamed of living. Autumn leaves dancing as the wind blew. The crunchy sound of leaves as she walked across the carpet of them. Away from the hustle and bustle, away from the glaring light, away from people. She felt so at peace. Horses, cows and sheep could be seen and heard in the distant, as well as the barks of a herding dog, circling the flock of sheep. The smell of homemade food faintly present in the air. How she longed to live such a life.
From then, Whiskey started plotting on how she could live on the countryside. She started purposely doing badly in shows, not cooperating in photoshoots, not wanting to meet new people and many more. Whiskey was a little ball of chaos. Her owners were nearly at wit’s end. They were in the living room with the TV on and a clip of a countryside just so happen to play. At that moment, Whiskey started getting excited. She barked at the TV over and over, trying desperately to tell her owners. Thankfully, they got the message. They happen to have a countryside house and they decided to try staying there.
Whiskey was over the moon. It was peaceful once again. Her owners agreed that while she was bred for show, maybe she wasn’t meant for it after all but they were still happy to have her around.

personality:
Whiskey is usually a quiet girl. She tends to keep things to herself. While many might think she is a very fussy and picky girl because of her background, Whiskey isn’t actually picky at all. She doesn’t mind anything. In fact, she’d love to try everything. She is extremely adventurous and wouldn’t back down from any food or activity. She is always has an air of calmness around her. Whiskey can be extremely passionate when it comes to things she enjoys or want. She would try very hard to get what she wants to the point that if she doesn’t, she’d be satisfied knowing that she had already done her best.
Whiskey can be pretty smart and can think of extremely creative and crafty solutions.

quirk:
Whiskey’s quirk is that she can’t help but sleep on her back no matter what.

[RosslynRouge]

username: RosslynRouge
name: Aloysia
sex: Female
kennel: n/a




prompt:

Although descended from a line of champions, Aloysia never knew the luxurious and frivolous life of a show dog; her black markings had seemed to mark her, and the humans who cared for her litter feared that this would ruin their kennel, renowned for the perfection of their dogs. It was evident, to them, that this pup must have further problems, ones which they could not have tainting their reputation.

Hidden from any prospective owners, the small pup was barely weaned when the breeders left her at the pound. A mutt that they had found on the street, they had claimed, as she cowered away from the barks and whines of the cages. A pity, but they could not take her in.

As she lay in the dark corner, her mind could think of nothing but her family. She remembered their warmth, and their love; how they had always been there. Now alone, she couldn't help but flinch as the cages around her rattled, the strange dogs trying to claw their way out. She had been close to sleep when the door to her enclosure creaked open, and foreign hands wrapped around her. One moment, Aloysia had been whimpering in a cage and, in the next, she was being driven to a new home on a pile of soft blankets.

~

As an adult, Aloysia serves as a foster sibling for other orphaned pups; her owner brings them home, timid and weak, sometimes malnourished from life on the streets. However, after spending time with this gentle and affectionate Boer, they go on to find their own homes and families, playful and cheerful. She never forgets them, though, and some of her adopted siblings even get to visit her from time to time.

~~

During the days where there are no pups to care for, Aloysia spends much of her time in the garden. It is peaceful there, and she can simply lie down in the sunlight, without a care. Though she loves company, this space makes her feel content to be with just herself.
The fresh grass is soft under her paws, and there are always songbirds nearby to listen to. In the warmer seasons, colourful butterflies occupy the blooms of flowers, and the sweet scent of the roses fills the air.

~~~

Someone familiar...

It was late autumn when she first saw the other Boer; alone in the garden, admiring the blaze of leaves scattered across the ground, she had caught sight of a flash of white fur, just beyond the bushes. Aloysia had seen many other dogs walking past the fence with their owners, but this one had caught her attention: why, though, she couldn't say. She watched curiously as the pair halted, the owner turning to talk to some passerby. This was her chance!
She trotted over to the fence, squeezing behind the bushes so that she could look from between the iron stakes. There, before her, sat a dog adorned in brown and white curls, just like her; the same long ears, and short tail.

The Boer gently sniffed the air as the breeze wound through his fur. Aloysia couldn't help but stare as he turned to face her, suddenly surprised at what he saw.

"Sister!" he yelped happily, dragging his owner around as he tugged at the lead. The humans had been surprised, too, watching as the two dogs bounced around opposite one another, tails wagging, yapping and barking.

It seemed that the Boers' owners were going to be meeting quite soon, then.

[eleutheromania]

username: RosslynRouge
name: Aloysia
sex: Female
kennel: n/a




prompt:

Although descended from a line of champions, Aloysia never knew the luxurious and frivolous life of a show dog; her black markings had seemed to mark her, and the humans who cared for her litter feared that this would ruin their kennel, renowned for the perfection of their dogs. It was evident, to them, that this pup must have further problems, ones which they could not have tainting their reputation.

Hidden from any prospective owners, the small pup was barely weaned when the breeders left her at the pound. A mutt that they had found on the street, they had claimed, as she cowered away from the barks and whines of the cages. A pity, but they could not take her in.

As she lay in the dark corner, her mind could think of nothing but her family. She remembered their warmth, and their love; how they had always been there. Now alone, she couldn't help but flinch as the cages around her rattled, the strange dogs trying to claw their way out. She had been close to sleep when the door to her enclosure creaked open, and foreign hands wrapped around her. One moment, Aloysia had been whimpering in a cage and, in the next, she was being driven to a new home on a pile of soft blankets.

~

As an adult, Aloysia serves as a foster sibling for other orphaned pups; her owner brings them home, timid and weak, sometimes malnourished from life on the streets. However, after spending time with this gentle and affectionate Boer, they go on to find their own homes and families, playful and cheerful. She never forgets them, though, and some of her adopted siblings even get to visit her from time to time.

~~

During the days where there are no pups to care for, Aloysia spends much of her time in the garden. It is peaceful there, and she can simply lie down in the sunlight, without a care. Though she loves company, this space makes her feel content to be with just herself.
The fresh grass is soft under her paws, and there are always songbirds nearby to listen to. In the warmer seasons, colourful butterflies occupy the blooms of flowers, and the sweet scent of the roses fills the air.

~~~

Someone familiar...

It was late autumn when she first saw the other Boer; alone in the garden, admiring the blaze of leaves scattered across the ground, she had caught sight of a flash of white fur, just beyond the bushes. Aloysia had seen many other dogs walking past the fence with their owners, but this one had caught her attention: why, though, she couldn't say. She watched curiously as the pair halted, the owner turning to talk to some passerby. This was her chance!
She trotted over to the fence, squeezing behind the bushes so that she could look from between the iron stakes. There, before her, sat a dog adorned in brown and white curls, just like her; the same long ears, and short tail.

The Boer gently sniffed the air as the breeze wound through his fur. Aloysia couldn't help but stare as he turned to face her, suddenly surprised at what he saw.

"Sister!" he yelped happily, dragging his owner around as he tugged at the lead. The humans had been surprised, too, watching as the two dogs bounced around opposite one another, tails wagging, yapping and barking.

It seemed that the Boers' owners were going to be meeting quite soon, then.

winner

RU will be given to DarkestWerewolf