мιllιon dollar ѕтray. ~ Dᴏɢ Rᴏʟᴇ Pʟᴀʏ. / accepтιng

[puppyfriendz]

[Finnley(Finn)] [8 Months] [Male] [King Charles Spaniel] [Crush: Too Young]

Finnley got up, most of the dirt and soot having rubbed off in the grass. He looked up and down the female, not really knowing how they act. He hadn't been around females often, so he was kinda scared to have one hanging around him and Punk. But he didn't want to seem scared of a pup who was obviously scared of everything. So he made up his mind. He stood up tall, trying to act tough like Punk, and walked around Sophie, eyeing her. When he returned back to Punk's side he looked up and nodded. "Ya, she seems alright. She could hang with us if ya want. You okay with that 'Bite Sized' ?" He looked back down at Sophie and smiled slightly.

[abeille]

Would you mind reserving me two dogs please? Er. Definitely two females. c:
*Note. Im reserving a space for my friend. I don't know whether she roleplays females or males so, just two females for now.

[wonderlandwolf]

ηαмє; "My name is Lyric. Like the music lyric?"
αgє; "I am 2 years old."
gєη∂єя; "I'm a female"
вяєє∂; "I'm a purebred border collie."

¢яυѕн; --
мαтє; --
ρυρѕ; --
кιη; All dead.

ρєяѕσηαℓιту;
-Smart
-Geeky
-Kind
-Brave
-Sassy
нιѕтσяу; Lyric was a street dog when born. One day when she was wandering the streets was was rescued by the owners and taken here.

¢σℓℓαя; Collar
кєηηєℓ; Kennel
тαg ηυмвєя; 31

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

ηαмє; "My name is Blizzard. Like...When it snows..."
αgє; "I am 2 years old."
gєη∂єя; "Male"
вяєє∂; "Purebred Siberian Husky."

¢яυѕн; --
мαтє; --
ρυρѕ; --
кιη; All dead or in the pound.

ρєяѕσηαℓιту;
-Serious
-Kind
-Brave
-Protective
нιѕтσяу; Blizzard was a sled dog. But then the owner retired and sold him. He was shipped from Alaska to California. Then he was rescued by the owners.

¢σℓℓαя; Bandana
кєηηєℓ; Kennel
тαg ηυмвєя; 32

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Finished

[white.flag]

{ : .Sophie~Fae~5 months~Open~Standing up to Finn. : }

Sophie Watched him, but stood up at 'Bite-sized'. I told ya'll my name is Sophie! Stop calling me 'Bite-Sized'! She growled, more cute than scary. Her tail stood straight up, and her right ear was straight up, but her left ear resembled that of a beagle. She stood up straight and glared at the puppy about ten times her size.

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

|-|Name:Punk|-|Age: 2 years|-|Gender: Brute|-|Breed: Mutt|-| Feeling: Amused|-|Talking to: Finnley and Sophia.|-|
Punk grinned now it was getting fun. "Look at that Finn my man, she's standing up to us," He remained laying down as he was at least twice the size of Finn making him a heck of a lot bigger then Sophie. He grinned at her. "So Bite sized, you gotta earn the right to be called yer name if you wanna hang with me and my main man Finn Who would of thought he'd ever be hanging out with a couple of pups. "You wanna be called Sophia..." he snorted. "Prove to us you deserve to be called that, I mean my man Finn here, he flew...what can you do?"

((I have to say this, you guys have made this RP fun for me cause I'm not getting ignored like usual thanks a bunch!))

[•Jesus Saves•]

ηαмє; Jay
αgє; 3 years
gєη∂єя; male
вяєє∂; {Big or small it doesn't matter.}so many cross breeds its hard to say mostly golden retriever and Labrador

¢яυѕн; none
мαтє; none
ρυρѕ; none
кιη; dead

ρєяѕσηαℓιту; {At least three lines.}Jay is a smart dog he loves to play fetch and wants a loving family. he wants pups one day and a loving mate but for now he just wants a home.
нιѕтσяу; {Optional.}His mother was born a stray but she was catch and he was born in a humain society. His mother was put down and he ran away after that. He never knew his father.

¢σℓℓαя;
кєηηєℓ;
тαg ηυмвєя; 35 {Make sure it's free.}[/size]
(he's still a stray if thats ok)

[white.flag]

{ : .Sophia~Fae~5 months~Open~Accepting a challenge. : }

I can swim really good! Sophia bragged, relaxing her mucles. She put her two front tiny little
paws on Punk's nose. And I can run fast, but I swim alot better. She yipped

[•Jesus Saves•]

ηαмє; Jay
αgє; 3 years
gєη∂єя; male
вяєє∂; {Big or small it doesn't matter.}so many cross breeds its hard to say mostly golden retriever and Labrador

¢яυѕн; none
мαтє; none
ρυρѕ; none
кιη; dead

ρєяѕσηαℓιту; {At least three lines.}Jay is a smart dog he loves to play fetch and wants a loving family. he wants pups one day and a loving mate but for now he just wants a home.
нιѕтσяу; {Optional.}His mother was born a stray but she was catch and he was born in a humain society. His mother was put down and he ran away after that. He never knew his father.

¢σℓℓαя;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4-pJ2vsoWM/TEwZ4y8jfII/AAAAAAAAAB0/aErHl2-W0os/s1600/Slip-leather-choke-dog-collar-brass-golden-retriever_LRG.jpg
кєηηєℓ;[/url] http://www.helmuthbuilders.com/_images/ ... nnel-1.jpg
тαg ηυмвєя;{Make sure it's free.}35 [/size]
(he's still a stray if thats ok the kennel and tag number that stuff is for when he is adopted)[/center][/quote]

[<>Diamond<>]

Athena

Athena woke up not long after. She got up, stretched and yawned. She saw the Aussie next to her and smiled. She licked his head, but didn't exactly want to wake him from his dreams. She sat down in front of his kennel, and watched him peacefully.

[abeille]

pαcнyderм

☑ { Loner }

ηαмє;
"Howdy friend! The name's Pachyderm. Don't wear it out, I know it can be long."
Pachyderm
αgє;
"Eh. Down south, this is merely a number. But since I got's to tell ya', Im 2 and three quarters."
Pachyderm is indeed two and three quarter years old.
gєη∂єя;
"Well silly billy. I'd say a street rat like you should know how to use their nose, but I guess I can no longer say that's true."
Female.
вяєє∂;
"Im a collie. Not the border kind, oh no, just a simple, ordinary Collie. 'Ain't really anything special 'bout me but thats okay dokey."
Collie.

¢яυѕн;
"I'll leave the lovin' stuff for later. I obviously don't quite know any of ya' well enough."
As of right now, This Pachyderm has no crush.
мαтє;
"One day I'll find a love. Im certain. Just 'cus I got a southern accent, it doesn't mean my luscious coat and silky peach smooth voice won't land me a friend for life."
She doesn't have a mate quite yet, but she's positive she will one day.
ρυρѕ;
"I always wanted me some wriggling balls fur. Still want 'em too."
None at this moment.
кιη;
"As far as this dog's concerned, they're all dead. Not like they mattered to me anyways."
Pachyderm's father was named Martin. He had bog wide shoulders and a long thin muzzle. Her mother, well so was as kind as a mother could possibly be. Her name was Bell, like that golden thing that plays an awful lot of loud music. She had long beautiful fur, and she too, was a pure bred Collie. Pachyderm had two siblings, both much larger than her, and male. Her brothers name's were Woodchuck and Racoon. Her family had an awfully pitiful time coming up with names, or at least thats how Pachyderm see's it.

ρєяѕσηαℓιту;
Pachyderm is, well, to be blunt about it, special. She is remarkably intelligent, not because she wanted to be from the day she was born, but because she was forced to be, by her very intrigued, overprotective owner. That man, may also be the only cause for this dog's extraordinary personality. Despite that tough, she's the one to be around, especially if you just wanna hang around to cheer yourself up. Pachyderm's smile is contagious in over a thousand ways. When your around her, and your laughing, the sensation of opening a brand new carton of ice cream comes around. Its just that relaxing, that relieving.
The fae has a sparkling way with most of the dogs and people she comes across; unless you've run into her on a bad day. It's easy as pie for this girl to make friends, she is in no way a shy type of person.
She can tend to be a sweet and sensitive person, and on the occasion, when provoked she'll either take flight or she'll fight; Its one of the many unknown things about her, you never know her next move. She's very good at disguising the actions she is soon going to take. You really can Consider her a coward if you want, but being able to tackle another dog, a brute, about 70 pounds heavier than her, is not some 'fraidy cat move. Pachyderm is quite the Collie of strategy, and almost always plans before she acts; unlike some of the dogs you'll come across in this roller coaster of a life. Its rare that she'll act without thinking, in fact, it's so abnormal to her that in that kind of a situation she finds herself pitifully scared, frightened, angered, or terribly jumpy. It really all just depends on whats going on around her. Because quite frankly there will always be something that you won't understand about the unordinary dog.
Pachyderm has never been the type to 'Judge a book by it's cover' or in reality a dog by their physical appearance, maybe at first glance she might slightly think a few words about you, but thats just natural. The difference with Pachyderm is that she judges by the dog, the aura she feels around them, not the outer appearance on who's 'got thick fur,' or who's 'attractive.' It's all a basically a game of the mind to her, the way dogs and people choose to judge each other by look's; it's a way dogs choose who's better than the next, but it's just a stupid game where more than plenty people cheat. The fae is constantly moving, and doesn't like to stay In one place for long. She feels as though it is anxiety that keeps her moving about all the time. As Its a habit, to run free, Its a habit to her- one that she's afraid she'll never be able to break.
нιѕтσяу;
WIP; I am attempting this although it's not as important as the rest of the form.

¢σℓℓαя;
Click here For Pachyderm's elephant collar.
кєηηєℓ;
Click here For Pachyderm's dog house/kennel.
тαg ηυмвєя;
Tag number thirty-five belongs to Pachyderm.

Oh, And I just wanted to remind you that I've also reserved Tag number thirty six, a female.
Only saying that again because you didn't respond or mention on the front that I reserved it. c: