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"This hound is breedable on Dec 29

username: MySpoons
storage thread: The Protection
hound name: Christmas Gift [Noël]
coloration: graying black w/ snowflake gene || auburn eyes
sex: Male
age: 12 years
collar color: dark brown almost black leather with a gold buckle
bow color: gold as it is, please (???)
extra:






prompt:


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[enokimoon]

username: s-smolbean
storage thread: Plains of Freedom
hound name: Aureo \\ meaning " gold " in Italian \\ Golden Slumbers
coloration: graying black w/ snowflake gene || auburn eyes
sex: Male
age: 7 years || 10 months \\ Birthday on February 04
collar color:
bow color: as is, please ^^
prompt + extra :

Aureo got his bow from his previous master, after saving him from a skiing accident.
Below is a recollection of those events from Aureo- who at the time was known as D'oro.

December 13, Year xxxx
The wind whipped in his face, scattering snow and the debris of the pine needles everywhere. Some got caught and tangled in his fur, matting what once were long and silky locks, free of any of this hullabaloo of prickly pine and chunks of precipitous substance lodged where they were now.

" Just a little longer, boy ! " His master called, tugging onto his harness with a sense of urgency that he was not foolish enough to miss. What was this human doing ? Sure, they had gone on skiing trips and the like, but was this man really that stupid to go out in such harsh weather ? D'oro whined and bayed as his master continued to trudge up the slope, dragging him along for the escapade he never wished to take part of. Fool. Fool. Fool ! Thoughts raced in the young pup's mind as he watched the young man fall onto the snowy slope after being hit by a rather strong gust of wind. The snowboard that the man carried with him began to cascade slowly down the inclined surface, and he rushed after it. The fact that his companion's lead was gripped tightly in his hand seemed to slip from the man's mind, and D'oro was given an even harsher tug as his owner sped down to try and retrieve the fallen slab.

He was this close to snapping at his master's hands, though he was trained to be kind enough not to. But he truly was at his limits. A warning growl escaped from his throat, but the man paid no attention and did not heed his companion's moodiness. D'oro huffed at the fact that he had been dragged along for such an injudicious and rather rash adventure. He much preferred when he was taken for a walk around the block, or when he got to meet other pampered pooches at the park. Now those were adventures he looked forward to- and it made him greatly annoyed to think that this kind of adventure was not going his way. Without any sugarcoating to help ease the context; D'oro was a spoiled dog, given and taken care of by a wealthy family. He was given to the youngest son as a companion and an accessory to take with wherever he went. And frankly, this hound was not at all used to things not going his way.

Finally, his master caught up to the snowboard and gripped it tightly with his glove, shoving it under his arm for more security before trudging onwards. He began to walk up the slope again, and this time, D'oro felt uneasier than he already was. His paws dug into the snow, scrabbling to keep himself anchored at where he stood. His instincts were spot on, as a good sheet of snow from the side of the mountain higher up began to slide down the steepness and make its way toward the pair.

His master screamed and tried to turn back and head down the hillside. D'oro needed no instruction to run, he bolted alongside the man, slowly beginning to overtake him with his powerful muscles and long limbs built for speed. He knew not to leave his owner, despite how irked he was at being brought outside during a snowstorm- his protective nature told him this, but the urge to outrun the falling masses of snow screamed at him.

Suddenly, the avalanche was upon them, and both hound and human were buried under the harshly moving shroud of snow.

Fortunately, D'oro was able to dig himself out, his bright golden eyes doing their best to adjust to the sudden burst of light that flooded his vision. The intuition and instinct to survive gave the hound a fighting chance. And once he was freed from the prison of heavily weighing cold, his first thought was of his master. D'oro began to sniff at the air, hoping to find even the smallest trace of where the young man might be. There was a faintness to it, but the hound was certain that it was of his companion. So he began to dig frantically, where he roughly estimated the smell might be coming from.

It hit him. Literally.
D'oro yelped as the hand came from beneath the mound of powdery white snow. His owner had almost socked him right in the snout, but he was relieved that the man was alright. With what little of his strength was left, D'oro's companion clambered out of the snow, with assistance from the hound's soft tugging at the sleeve of his coat.

Both hound and human got to safety, and D'oro was praised by his master's family for saving his life. The young man's intentions weren't clear- why he went out carrying a snowboard in the midst of a blizzard ? He wouldn't answer, seemingly ashamed of it. The grey hound was given a bow made of gold-infused silk as a token of the family's appreciation, and he's always worn it since.

Now renamed Aureo, the brave hound works at the reserve, using his instincts to protect the creatures living in the plains. He wears the bow proudly as a reminder of the heroic deed he'd performed.

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[MySpoons]

username: MySpoons
storage thread: The Protection
hound name: Christmas Gift [Noël]
coloration: graying black w/ snowflake gene || auburn eyes
sex: Male
age: 12 years
collar color: dark brown almost black leather with a gold buckle
bow color: gold as it is, please (???)
extra:

prompt:

Dayo always wanted to be just like her father ever since she was a little girl. She wanted to wear clothes like his, work at the reserve like him, train some hound like him. Dayo's father is a park ranger who uses his hounds for tracking down lost people and sometimes animals who are injured or need to be check up on. She loves the uniform he puts on every day and the nice flashy harnesses the hounds have.

The hounds stay at home but they stay outside. Dayo's father was very clear with her that they are working dogs, not family pets. Nothing he said deterred Dayo from wanting one. Any chance she got, Dayo joined her father when he trained his hounds at their tasks. She helped him set up courses and the training aides in their backyard and at the local park.

There was just something about how the hounds worked so eagerly with her father that caught Dayo's fascination. How cool would it be to be a part of a team like that!

When Dayo's father started talking about getting a puppy, as he had the room and the time for another one, Dayo was over the moon. She is only eight and her father's youngest hound is four years old. Back when the hounds were puppies Dayo was much too young to remember them. A puppy is going to be so great!!! She'll be able to watch it learn all its commands and tasks from the start!


Around Christmas, though, Dayo's father stops mentioning a new puppy. It seems to Dayo that he's forgotten about it. The reserve is always busy but it's been extra hectic now that the reserve is trying to manage integrating a lot of new animals that were donated. Dayo tries not to pester her father about it too much, wanting to be good for Santa.


Christmas morning, an early morning for households with young children, was going well. Dayo was happy, pleased with her gifts and the time spent with family. The day went from good to perfect when she opened the gift from her father: a new leather dog collar and a... dog whistle?

At the encouraging nod from her father, Dayo blew it. The patter of feet and the soft click of nails approached--

and a lanky, happy pup trotted down the stairs to greet her with a gold bow around his neck. Noël was Dayo's first love.

Everything Dayo did, Noël did with her. She fed him, brushed his fur and his teeth, trimmed his nails, checked his feet for sores or injuries, trained him, played with him. Dayo kept a little notebook in her pocket at all times to makes notes when her father gave her advice. As she grew, he grew alongside her.


It is tradition for Noël to wear a gold bow Christmas morning. Each year his presence is still a gift that keeps on giving to her, even twelve years later when Dayo is spending her first Christmas working at the reserve with old man Noël at her side.


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username: MySpoons
storage thread: The Protection
hound name: Christmas Gift [Noël]
coloration: graying black w/ snowflake gene || auburn eyes
sex: Male
age: 12 years
collar color: dark brown almost black leather with a gold buckle
bow color: gold as it is, please (???)
extra:

prompt:

Dayo always wanted to be just like her father ever since she was a little girl. She wanted to wear clothes like his, work at the reserve like him, train some hound like him. Dayo's father is a park ranger who uses his hounds for tracking down lost people and sometimes animals who are injured or need to be check up on. She loves the uniform he puts on every day and the nice flashy harnesses the hounds have.

The hounds stay at home but they stay outside. Dayo's father was very clear with her that they are working dogs, not family pets. Nothing he said deterred Dayo from wanting one. Any chance she got, Dayo joined her father when he trained his hounds at their tasks. She helped him set up courses and the training aides in their backyard and at the local park.

There was just something about how the hounds worked so eagerly with her father that caught Dayo's fascination. How cool would it be to be a part of a team like that!

When Dayo's father started talking about getting a puppy, as he had the room and the time for another one, Dayo was over the moon. She is only eight and her father's youngest hound is four years old. Back when the hounds were puppies Dayo was much too young to remember them. A puppy is going to be so great!!! She'll be able to watch it learn all its commands and tasks from the start!


Around Christmas, though, Dayo's father stops mentioning a new puppy. It seems to Dayo that he's forgotten about it. The reserve is always busy but it's been extra hectic now that the reserve is trying to manage integrating a lot of new animals that were donated. Dayo tries not to pester her father about it too much, wanting to be good for Santa.


Christmas morning, an early morning for households with young children, was going well. Dayo was happy, pleased with her gifts and the time spent with family. The day went from good to perfect when she opened the gift from her father: a new leather dog collar and a... dog whistle?

At the encouraging nod from her father, Dayo blew it. The patter of feet and the soft click of nails approached--

and a lanky, happy pup trotted down the stairs to greet her with a gold bow around his neck. Noël was Dayo's first love.

Everything Dayo did, Noël did with her. She fed him, brushed his fur and his teeth, trimmed his nails, checked his feet for sores or injuries, trained him, played with him. Dayo kept a little notebook in her pocket at all times to makes notes when her father gave her advice. As she grew, he grew alongside her.


It is tradition for Noël to wear a gold bow Christmas morning. Each year his presence is still a gift that keeps on giving to her, even twelve years later when Dayo is spending her first Christmas working at the reserve with old man Noël at her side.


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Winner !

[MySpoons]

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