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[classi]

Damon simply nodded, his eyes searching seemingly searching her. "I am Damon," he replied, turning his head to look at the last few morsels of meat that lay near Harley. He blinked and tried to ignore the adrenaline rising in him. This dog in front of him was a mere two year old - ripping her to shreds would simply be cruel. Especially because she reminded him of his sister.
His one sister, who had been flattened by the speeding car. Her coat had been a light gold, her face distinctly feminine and her body lithe and delicate. She hadn't deserved her violent death. He hadn't deserved the pain of watching his beloved sister die, either, but did the world care? No.
Damon lowered his head, covering his neck. The dog obviously wasn't as aggressive as he usually was, but perhaps she was a good actress? Never the less, Damon wasn't taking any chances. He waited for her to say the next words.

[i n k y]

♦ { Harlequin

Harley noticed him looking at the bit of meat she had beside her. She glanced over her shoulder at the trash can, and all the delicious food that still lay scattered in front of it. She shifted her attention back to Damon, hazel eyes still taking in his appearance. Something about him irked her, and she couldn't tell whether it was good or bad. Whatever it was, it made her feel nostalgic. She shoved the feeling to the side. "There's some food over by the trash can if you want any," she offered.

[classi]

He snapped his head to attention, staring at her with disbelief. "I can... eat... that?" He asked, his eyes wide as he looked at the delicious food, then back at Harley, his amber eyes as wide as saucers. He shook his head and trotted over to the trash can, one eye trained on Harley and Chester to make sure that they didn't attack him from behind, one eye mentally gobbling up the goodies that lay before him. He dunked his head into the tin can, licking his lips as he swallowed chunks of raw meat. All the while, he glanced back at Harley, making sure she didn't perform any sudden moves.
He had never eaten this well before in his life, nor had any dog been this welcoming to him before. He wanted to be suspicious, but Harlequin didn't seem very dangerous.

[wolfpuppies]

((Fine by me. Lupe isn't the nicest dog on the block, but she also won't start a fight for no reason~))


"Get Out of My Way, 'Cause I'm Wild and Untamed."

Basics
Your name
"I have only one name I will listen to."
{ This lovely wolf-like canine is Lupe, the feminie form of the Spanish word for wolf - lobo. She doesn't have any nicknames, so she'll only respond to her given name. }

Your Gender
"Can you really not tell?"
{ Lupe is a female dog. Simple enough. }

Your Age
"I'm an adult. That's all you need to know."
{ Lupe is a little over three years old. }

What breed are you
"Your eyes deceive you."
{ Lupe is a purebred Saarloos Wolfhound, not a wolf or a wolf hybrid. }

Look at yourself, what do you see?

How is your body built
"Do my looks suprise you?"
{ Lupe looks exactly like a Grey Wolf, with the slight slope to her back like a German Shepherd. The image above captures her appearance near perfectly. However, she has white ear tips and a tail tip and her toes are white. }

What is your pelt like
"My pelt is the best of both worlds, dog and wolf."
{ Her pelt is medium in length and thick because of her double coat. The guard hairs look rough, but her fur is quite soft to the touch. }

What are your eyes like
"Do they look like a wild animals' eyes?"
{ Her eyes are a light golden yellow, making her look even more like a wolf. }

Scars or special markings
"A life on the streets will leave its mark on you."
{ She has a few scars along her body, although her fur has grown back and completely covers them. }

On the inside

General personality
"Must I explain myself?"
{ Lupe is a dog who is concerned more about herself than others, yet she isn't prideful or cocky. She prefers to be left alone, as she doesn't interact well with dogs. Lupe's never shown a caring, loving side as she never had a good example of those growing up. This wolf-looking dog rubs most the wrong way, so she's given up on trying to be accepted by others. Now she paves her own path and doesn't care what others think. Lupe's quick to snap and has no qualm about who the target of her fury is - prey, subordinate, or alpha. }

Flaws
"There is nothing wrong with me."
{ She is short-tempered, rude, and thinks only of herself. }

Likes
"I live for the thrill of being free."
{ Lupe loves to run just for the heck of it, hunt after game even when she isn't hungry, and to swim. }

Dislikes
"I hate being held back."
{ Lupe hates being confined or enclosed, dislikes the hindrance of poor weather, and having injuries (more because it slows her down). }

Fears
"I fear nothing."
{ Lupe mostlys fears fire and guns - having seen what they do first-hand (paw?). }

With just one word
"I am much more than what one word can describe."
{ Lupe is self-preserving. }

The past
"You can't make me share my past."

Just born
{ Lupe was born in the country to two Saarloos breeders. Her parents were Loup (mother) and Lobo (father). She had two siblings, Lupo and Lupus (both males). }

Puphood
{ The owners of the Saarloos Wolfdogs seperated the pups from Loup at six weeks of age. They put each puppy in its new kennel and continued to raise them from there - all dogs seperated. }

Playing rougher
{ The man and woman kept the dogs they raised well fed and watered, with adequate shelter in their kennel runs, but they were aloof in their emotional care of the dogs - not really giving them more affection than a pat on the head or a kind word every now and then. So Lupe and the other dogs grew up fairly independent, even of each other - which is why the female lacks much of her socialization skills with others. While in her kennel run, she came to long to run free among the hills and the forest on her owner's property. }

All grown up
{ Shortly after her second year of life, Lupe got what she wished for. Her owner's were taking several of their Saarloos Wolfhound's to an event for rare breed dogs when she saw her opportunity to be free. As they were leashing the dogs to move them out of their crates in the car, Lupe managed to push past her master's arms and bounded away from the street and raced away as fast as she could - trying desperately to escape the stinking, crowded city. After she reached the city's limits, Lupe saw rows upon rows of houses, with no sign of the countyside in sight. So Lupe wandered back into the city, preferring to take her chances within the confines of the skyscrapers and other man-made objects than wandering among the suburban complexes. }

Who are your friends?
"Who needs friends when you can survive on your own perfectly fine?"

Friends
{ Lupe's interacted long enough with other dogs, beyond fighting for her next meal or for some water, to build friendships. }

Foes
{ Lupe doesn't believe that she has any foes, unless someone challenges her. }

Crush
{ She has had no interactions with others that would spark a crush. }

Mate
{ Lupe knows nothing of life-long relationships, only of mingling to breed for the needs of humans. }

Pups
{ She has no interest currently in being weighed down by caring for pups. }

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Other
{ Nothing I can think of at the moment.. }

Rank?
"Wild and free."
{ Lupe is a loner as of right now, and prefers it to be that way. }

[i n k y]

♦ { Harlequin

Harley nodded her head subtly, letting out a light chuckle as she did. "Of course you can! The food isn't exactly mine anyways. I wouldn't have been surprised if you just would've dived in without question." she said, obviously amused. She walked towards the trash can and sat down beside Chester, watching the male. As she watched him, she continued to think back, trying to figure out exactly what this male made her nostalgic about. Then she remembered; one of her mate's friends acted sort of like Damon, but he was ruthless, as was her mate. She shook her head, trying to get the thought of her dead mate out of her head. The things I did for him... she thought, feeling a cold shiver slither up her spine.

[classi]

[ I'm logging off soon-ish... it'll be abrupt, though, so don't get confused or anything. ]

Damon growled and backed away from the can, a wild look in his eyes as he stared at Harley. He sniffed the ground briefly before sweeping his muzzle up to the sky. His eyes glittered as he stared at the clouds, noting their direction. They had turned darker than he had remembered them, the first sign of rain.
"Don't think that we're friends," Damon muttered, glancing at the female.

[wolfpuppies]

((I'll be logging off, as well, in about 10 minutes or so. I can't guarantee that I'll be getting back on again tonight...

Also, mods let me know if there's anything I need to modify in Lupe's profile ^^))

[i n k y]

ooc. Okay. ^^

♦ { Harlequin

Harley analyzed his actions, noting that there was something a bit off about the large male. It wasn't something that intimidated her. In fact, she seemed unaffected by the male's growls, the wild glint in his eyes, and the snarky comment. She was used to the same kind of treatment from her dead mate. As abusive as he was, she was utterly oblivious to most, if not all of it. "Of course not."

[TheSiren]

{Hp, don't act smart towards me.. When it says person it includes characters. -_- Izzy, isn't the happiest cookie right now so don't push me. Also that form is accepted but pm it to wolfeh. Also, tell her izzy accepted. Where there any post for my dogs?)

[kuromi.]

(yesh, Sami is still with Kane and Cheyenne .)