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[Luck.]

| ✪ Demon ✪ |

|:. Basics about me .
N a m e ::
"My only name is Demon."
N i c k n a m e ::
"You can try all you want,, but I don't have one.
G e n d e r ::
"Call me a fae, and I'll hurt you. I am a brute."
A g e ::
"I was born seven years ago."
B r e e d ::
"I am half great dane and half dalmatian.

|:. About me .
P e r s o n a l i t y ::
"I can pass my self off as a nice dog, but I am turly territorial. Like most gogs, I hate when people are in my space and try to take my stuff. I will go to any lengths to keep anyone away from my area. Other than that, I am very respecful to others, as long as they don't get to my stuff. I am very athletic and love to run like any other dog. I also can love. I'm not heartless! Yes, I may look crule, I do have the ablilty to love. I don't know why others think I'm mean! The only thing I'm aggresive about is personal space.
S t o r y ::
"I was put on the streets because of my 'aggresion' towards other people. But they brought it on thierselves. They were trying to take my food away from me while I was still eating! I mean what would you have done? You would have growled and snapped, and I did exactly that. So, my 'family' put me outside and forgot about me. So I jumped the fence and I ran away. It's not like They would miss me.
S i b l i n g s ::
"I have three but I don't know where they are."
L i k e s ::
"I like my space, being respected, not being surrounded, and eating. I also like fighting, barking, blood, biting, and growling. That is abot it."
D i s l i k e s ::
"I hate little kids, cats, people in general, te family that forgot me, and being on the streets."
|:. Not just about me .
A l l i e s ::
"Why. Just why."
E n e m i e s ::
"Too many to count."
C r u s h ::
"I find no one interseting."
M a t e ::
"Are you kidding?"
O f f s p r i n g ::
"No! Are you serious?"

[--Miz--]

(Accepted and ok KuroshitsujiLover<3)

[fruitbat]

[center]| ✪ Dragon ✪ |

|:. Basics about me .:|
N a m e :: "Im Dragon, no long names"
N i c k n a m e :: "None really, some cll me Drake"
G e n d e r :: "Im so sorry but I didnt know you where blind! Im a fae"
A g e :: "Umm.. 3 and a half"
B r e e d :: "Chocolate Merle Border Collie, mouthful I know"

|:. About me .:|
P e r s o n a l i t y :: Rebel, mischievous, trouble-maker, tricky, sneaky are just some of the words that can come to mind when you think of Wynter. She is a 'wild one' as her old friends called her. Wynter can be a little curious and inquisitive at first, but once you get to know this girl she is crazy. She is also the one to never one to back away from a challenge, weather its from physically or mentally.
S t o r y :: Working on it!
S i b l i n g s :: "None, Im a only pup"
L i k e s :: W I P
D i s l i k e s :: W I P
|:. Not just about me .:|
A l l i e s :: "None, I dont trust easly"
E n e m i e s :: "Bring it on!"
C r u s h :: "I like bad boys, so come on!"
M a t e :: "Do you know what it takes to get this?"
O f f s p r i n g :: "No way!"

[Break.]

ღname-- "Well darling, my name would be Saiyana."
Pronounced say-yon-a, this fae knows she has an usual name, but she most certainly does enjoy it. She likes the fact that little dogs, if any, share the same name.

ღnickname-- "I've really never had a nickname, even though my name can be a handful to say."
Saiyana has never really had a nickname that has stuck, but once and a while her name has been shortened to Ana, {on-a} but definitely not Anna, she hates to be called Anna. Another named that she's been briefly dubbed with is Say.

ღgender-- "I'll try not to take that question as an insult, but I am a fae."
Saiyana is most definitely a female, never has she been confused with a brute. She would like to keep it that way.

ღage-- "I am 3 and something years old. I don't know my exact age."
This fae does not know her exact age, but she's positive she's in the right ballpark of it.

ღbreed-- "I'm not one of those pampered pure-breds. I'm actually not quite sure what I am. But my mother said I was part Czechoslovakian wolfdog. Maybe some german shepherd and husky, she really wasn't sure either."
Saiyana is a mutt, like most of the other dogs roaming the streets. Her main heritage is Czechoslovakian wolfdog, probably around 75%. Then other 15% is undetermined, with possible options of husky, german shepherd, norwegian lundehund, border collie, and even a percentage of wolf.

ღrank-- "A proud hunter."
Saiyana's rank is a hunter. This rank fits her well, she doesn't believe she is capable of being the Alpha, or even a Beta, but she does like helping out the pack through tough situations. She can give others advice if needed, and enjoys taking part of what decisions the pack will make. Although Saiyana is appointed a hunter, she does enjoy helping in pack fights as well. She is faster than most dogs she comes across. There are most certainly others that have more speed than her though, as she has met many on her travels. She loves the thrill of the hunt. You can trust her to be reliable during hunting. Hunting is one thing that she takes seriously, and will go off on others when they mess up a hunt, or screw around and do nothing during it. Saiyana can potentially have fun and mess around during a hunt, but that's very rare and will only happen around the ones she is most comfortable around.

ღrank wanted-- "Well, I'm fine with being a hunter."
Saiyana enjoys and respects her rank as a hunter. She does not really wish to be a higher rank, as she does not think she could handle all the pressure.






ღpersonality-- "It's hard to describe your own personality, wouldn't you say?"
Saiyana's personality is very difficult to pin down. It can be all over the place. She's usually a fun and very positive dog, bubbly. She loves to run and play, along with play fight and rough house. She's a sweet and caring dog, Saiyana really doesn't like to hurt others. She definitely can be flirty and manipulative when she wants to be. She has a large and kind heart and she loves to make new friends. Saiyana most definitely does have a sassy side, sometimes it will come out out of no where. She is a very nice canine until you make her mad. She will stick up for herself and friends if she needs to, heck, she would even stick up for an enemy if she knew they were right. Though she doesn't like to hurt anybody or anything, she will fight back if needed. She will defend the ones she love and care about in a split second. She doesn't like to lose once she's in a fight. Saiyana am very strong willed, sometimes headstrong. She won't back down from a challenge either. Don't underestimate her, she's sly, stealthy, and agile. She respect the ranks above her, she will never disobey their word.



ღstrengths-- "Hmm, I would say, well uh, I don't really know.."
Saiyana isn't really sure of her strengths, but others can definitely see what she's strong at, along with her weaknesses. Her long and powerful legs provide her with great speed, along with endurance. Because of her slender and lithe frame, she is very agile. Hunting is one of her strong suits, which could be one of the reasons why she enjoys it so much. She's also a quick thinker and she's very clever. She can come up with a plan in a matter of seconds.

ღweaknesses-- "My fears are my weaknesses."
Although fears make up most of Saiyana's weaknesses, there are other things as well, such as putting others before herself in a dangerous situation. That's supposed to be a good thing right? Well not in the streets it's not, that's how you get captured and wounded. Some of Saiyana's fears are cars, fires, drowning, her pack leaving her behind, and seeing her mate being killed her hurt with nothing that she could have done. She also does not like car horns, the loud sound scares her.

ღhistory-- "There's not too much to it."
Saiyana was born on the streets and survived on the streets. She didn't have to compete with my siblings for food, because they all passed away at a young age. Her mother also was very protective of her and kept her away from any possible dangers, since Saiyana was her last surviving pup. Sometimes it would get a bit annoying to Saiyana when she wouldn't let her explore more than a few yards from the den, and she would rarely get to talk to any other dogs because her mother would always chase them off, afraid that they would hurt her. When Saiyana was about five months old, her mother left to go find food while she was told to stay in the den. After a few hours it was beginning to get dark and Saiyana was growing tired, so she quickly fell asleep. When she woke up the next morning she could tell something had gone wrong, because Saiyana did not feel her mother's warm body snuggled next to hers. She waited for her to come back that whole day, before eventually falling back to sleep again at night, hoping that she would be next to her in the morning. But again, when Saiyana woke up she wasn't there. She lied there for five more hours for her to come back, since her orders were to stay there. She quickly began to get thirsty and hungry though, so she was forced to venture out. A puddle a few meters away from my den quenched her thirst, but food was still on her mind. She cautiously padded out of the alley that they lived in and made her way down the sidewalks, avoiding the humans the best she could. After wandering for a little bit she finally caught the scent of her mother, maybe she would have food with her. Saiyana ran towards her warming and loving scent and turned the corner. But then her paws and heart freeze, she had finally found her mother! But it confused her on why she was sleeping on the side of the road. Saiyana happily trotted towards her, but she discovered her mother smelled a bit different when she got closer to her. Her warming and loving scent had started to fade, it was being replaced by a strange scent, a scent that she now knows as death. Her heart sank when she found that her mom wasn't breathing or moving. It finally came to Saiyana that she was gone. She stayed by her body for two more days before people came to retrieve it from the side of the road and dispose of it. Saiyana sprinted away at the sight of them, since that's what her mother would've wanted, she wouldn't want her to be captured by them. Saiyana's been living on the streets every since, she ran into and joined this pack about a year ago.



ღparents-- "I never knew my father, but my mother's name was Akeena."
Saiyana was very close to her mother, but her father was never a part of her life.

ღsiblings-- "I had two brothers in one sister."
Saiyana had three siblings, two brothers and a sister. She never really grew to know them though, due to their short lives. Their names were Nuka, Shazeera, and Maska. Maska was a still born. Nuka and Shazeera weren't too lucky either. Neither of them made it past eight weeks. Nuka was carried off by a hawk when he ventured too far from the den. Shazeera was the runt of the litter, and right away Saiyana's mom said she could smell something wrong about her. She failed to wake up when she was about two weeks old.

ღcrush-- "I can't say someone hasn't caught my eye yet. But to keep you wondering, I'm not going to say if he's in my pack or not, maybe I would like to have a fling with a loner."
Saiyana very well could have a crush, but that doesn't mean that she'll tell anybody about it.

ღmate-- "Well currently I am a single pringle."
Although Saiyana doesn't have a mate at this moment, that does not mean that she doesn't want one. She's just waiting for that special brute to come and sweep her off her paws.

ღpups-- "I have yet to bare a litter of my own."
Saiyana has never had any pups, but she would always love to have a batch of her own.



ღusername-- .[ρнɛιƨтʏ ρнιƨнʏ].

ღnickname-- You can just call me pheisty.

ღother-- Nothing here.

ღname-- "Well hello sweets, my name would be Slade."
Pronounced exactly how it looks, this brute has an unusual name. He likes his name, and wouldn't change it if he could.

ღnickname-- "What? Slade's too hard to say or something?"
He's usually the one giving the nicknames, not receiving them.

ღgender-- "Ouch, that hurts. I'm a male."
Slade is certainly a brute. It'd be hard to mistake him as otherwise. With his size and muscles, you'd have to be blind.

ღage-- "I'm somewhere between 3 and 3½ years old."
Slade does not know how old he is to the exact day, but he knows satisfied if he's close.

ღbreed-- "I'm a Siberian husky."
Slade is a pure bred Siberian husky, but he doesn't care that he's a pure bred. He wouldn't care if he was a mutt, because he usually finds the faes that are mixed, are the most beautiful.

ღrank-- "A strong fighter."
Slade's rank is a fighter. Not only does he excel in this position, but he couldn't really be anything other rank. He's really not the best hunter, and healing? He wouldn't to be able to heal a cut from a thorn. Slade would defend his loved ones and pack in a split second. If he sees a fight happening, he will gladly jump right in and take sides.

ღrank wanted-- "Well, I'm okay here."
Slade enjoys being a fighter, and does not really wish to switch positions.






ღpersonality-- "Describe my own personality? That would be tough."
Slades personality is, well, all over the place. It's hard to describe in a few sentences. Sometimes he will seem cold and stand-offish, but at other times he will be like a puppy again. Although Slade may seem like a serious old brute, he most certainly does like to have fun and play. He will most likely be friendly and nice from the start, but once he warms up to you a little bit more he will seem more happy-go-lucky. Some say he has a habit for calling others by nicknames. He often has a sarcastic attitude. Slade is charming and flirty. He usually will just go with the flow. He's kind of like a natural born leader, he likes to take control of a situation. He most certainly does have an aggressive side. He is definitely not one who you would want to cross paths with when he's angry and temperamental. He will risk his life defending the ones he cares about. He would rather die in a fight for his pack and loved ones than to be ashamed of himself and give up. Ever since that incident in his history with the break in, he will never give up. That feeling that he got when he disappointed his owner, it was the worst feeling he could have possibly gotten.

ღstrengths-- "Oh, I got plenty of those."
Slade knows his strengths and often likes to show off, he's that kind of canine. He is a large dog, someone who others would say you wouldn't want to get into a fight with. He has the muscles to back that up, you can easily see them ripple under his pelt as he walks. Not only does he have muscles, but he also has the fighting skills. Fighting is one of his strongest suits, he hates to lose a battle. His confidence is also high, which can be a strength and weakness in certain situations.

ღweaknesses-- "Weaknesses? Are you kidding me?"
Although Slade does not to admit it, he does have his weaknesses. He has good endurance, but his speed is not the fastest. It's not exactly that he's slow, but a lot of dogs his size are faster than him. He's not the most dainty dog ever either, which can make him a pain while hunting. He'll snap twigs and crunch leaves without trying. He can also get into trouble a lot due to his curiosity and his confidence.

ღhistory-- "Oh, shall we have a seat while I tell you about my oh so interesting past?"
There's nothing that Slade finds too fascinating about his history, nothing special or spangly. He was born into the streets, like half of the other dogs in this city. Dog snatchers came. His father was out searching for food when they arrived. My mom hid Slade's siblings and him while she tried to lead the catcher away. She got caught and loaded into the truck. Slade, being not the brightest pup, got out of hiding and followed after her. The catchers saw him and got him too. Bing bang boom, then he was in a shelter. He didn't see his father in the pound, so he's pretty sure he made it back to the den safely after the ordeal. Slade got adopted and yeah , whatever. He was trained actually as a guard dog. He liked it, it was fun to him, he guesses. But one night, three people broke in. He did my job as best as he could, he got one of 'em. The one that he had got, well, he had a knife. He sliced open Slade's shoulder. Oh did it hurt him. He was going to go after him again, but my gosh, that big..juicy...steak. They threw it into Slade's kennel, so he went after it. They locked him in, the dang fleabags. After his owner came and saw the damage and things gone from his house, he looked for Slade immediately. When he saw him locked in his kennel with the steak, boy did he get angry. He brought Slade into his car. His owner drove deep into the city, where he had never gone, and stopped the car. He tossed Slade out before quickly swerving away. He tried to follow him, but the car was so fast. He tried to find his way home, but just probably got even further lost. He has yet to find his old home, but at this moment, He's not too sure if he wants to.



ღparents-- "I knew both my mother and father, unlike most stray pups"
Slade was close to both of his parents. His father always stuck around, unless he was out searching for food. His mother's name was Nakeera, and his father was Denali.

ღsiblings-- "I had two brothers and two sisters."
Slade doesn't know if they're all still alive, but when he was taken they were. Their names were Nanook, Misha, Pasha, and Nyssa.

ღcrush-- "And why should I tell you this?"
Slade probably does have a crush, he just won't tell anybody.

ღmate-- "Right now I do not have a mate, but that doesn't mean I don't want one."
Slade doesn't have a mate at this moment, but he's just waiting for that special fae to come across.

ღpups-- "I don't have any pups yet."
Slade does not have any pups, but he would love to be the father of some in the future.



ღusername-- .[ρнɛιƨтʏ ρнιƨнʏ].

ღnickname-- You can just call me pheisty.

ღother-- Notta.

[kuromi.]

[center]| ✪ Kai ✪ |

|:. Basics about me .
N a m e :: Kai
N i c k n a m e :: Kai
G e n d e r :: fae
A g e :: 3
B r e e d :: German shepherd mix

|:. About me .
P e r s o n a l i t y :: Kai is a headstrong fae who stands up for what she believes in. She lives in a little forest but spends most of the day in the city. She changes dens often, and never gives up. She loves to travel and is a efficient huntress. She can fight when she need to. If you watched or read the hunger games, she has survivor skills like katniss.
S t o r y :: born a stray and raised in the forest . Her mother died right after Kai was weaned. Her father taught her everything she knows. One day as her father was out hunting, he was hit fatally in the head by the hoove of a buck. He died on impact. With her siblings dead at birth, she was alone .
S i b l i n g s :: still borns
L i k e s :: the forest
D i s l i k e s :: having stuff handed to her.
|:. Not just about me .
A l l i e s :: none
E n e m i e s :: none
C r u s h :: none
M a t e :: none
O f f s p r i n g :: none
Rank:loner

[--Miz--]

(All accepted!Start when you like)

Nali
She looked out of the corner of her striking blue eyes and glared at a brute who appeared to be young,maybe a year or two old,who looked very much like a Whippet in body type because he was so malnourished.The brute caught her look and took threatening steps towards her as she took a step towards the dumpster.Oh heck no! she thought,giving a threatening warning growl and snapping the air.The brute backed up a step and growled at her back.With that she leapt forward and pounced on the skinny brute who had impressive muscle mass considering his size.She dove forward and grabbed his right hind leg in classic pit dog style and yanked backwards,throwing him off balance.She let the dog up and then with some effort,snarling and growling she grasped his neck and gradually applied pressure until the brute's former dominance left his eyes and she let him down.
She watched the brute from the corner of her eye and limped somewhat painfully over to the dumpster,grabbing a loaf of bread still in the wrapper and taking it back to her area,not putting any pressure on her hurt leg and blood seeping through various scratches and bites down her body.

[AbandionForGood]

| ✪ Mᴏʀɴɪɴɢ Rᴀɪɴ ✪ |

|:. Basics about me .
N a m e :: Morning Rain
"My name is Morning Rain. My mother named me after the morning rain falling down while she gave birth to me. It was also one of my mothers favorite things in this sad world. She also did so because of my blue-ish pelt. If you dare make fun of my name, you will be sorry."
N i c k n a m e :: Rain;
"I have met dogs who have called me Rain. You may call me Rain if I know you enough."
G e n d e r :: Female
"I am a Female, thank you. Isn't it clear? My name, my looks, my size? Hello?? Call me a brute and I'll rip your tail off."
A g e :: 4 Years
"I am 4 years young. I am glad to have lived through my pup hood."
B r e e d :: smooth coated blue merle mix
[i]"Well, does it matter what breed I am? How am I supposed to know!"

|:. About me .
P e r s o n a l i t y :: The first thing any dog would notice is that Morning Rain is a very quiet and thoughtful dog. She is very a delicate Female dog who would be easily broken if she was close to the dog. She has a very gentle nature, the type who would do anything to make anyone smile. The type who would be encouraging the weakest dog, even if there is no hope. The Female dog would spend hours and hours trying to make every dogs life's better. The perfect mother on the inside. She is very wise, and can come up with quick plans. Even if they are agaisnt the rules, she would rather follow what is truly right.

Even the sweetest dog has a mean side. She sometimes is snappy. Morning Rain can get very angry if any dog did something stupid that almost cost them their lives. The Female dog hates Dogs who kill or hurt others. It will first start in her eyes, they will spark and lit up as if they were on fire. Then her heart will slightly creak as she let out all of her anger. She will be very harsh, but is will quickly forgive, depending on the situation. The punishments will be very hard to complete and will be long. Even if she doesn't want to give the Dog a punishment, she knows its the best way for the dog to understand what they have done. It will correct their ways and hope it wont happen in the future. It will also show the whole city that this Female dog is serious. All she wants is the best for the dog.

Being brave and determined is another part in this Female dogs life. Ever since she was a pup, Morning Rain would go on adventures, going down the darkest tunnels, climbing the highest buildings. This Female dog would take on anything that would come along her path, though she isn't very strong, Morning Rain is very swift on her feet. Shes as graceful as a bird gliding through the clouds high above. She was always very curious, and would travel miles and miles to find what she is looking for. Her father was always worried were she would go, and had his eye on her.

Loyalty, a devotion toward her friends. Morning Rain's heart beats with it. Anything she can do for her friends, she would do. Yet being loyal to her friends isn't all the loyalty she gives. She stays along side all the dogs she loves, through the bad and through the good. She follows her heart, hoping it will guide her to the right path. She keeps her promises, and tries to give more.
S t o r y :: Born a stray.
"I was born a stray and a only pup. My mother didn't want her owner to find out that she was pregnant so she ran away with my father. She soon died after a terrible sickness, and my father died from a dog fight. So I never really have known what a live with a human could be like. Care to share?"
S i b l i n g s :: Only pup
"Like I said, I was born an only pup."
L i k e s :: • being with dogs
• Puppies
• helping others
• Swimming
• Sleeping
• Eating
• learning
D i s l i k e s :: • death of a dog
• being alone
• Going hungry
• starving
• Tired
• being called short
|:. Not just about me .
A l l i e s :: Alone
"I am alone at the moment. It takes awhile to trust a dog I do not know. Its hard to be alone though"
E n e m i e s :: None
"I try to stay away from making Enemies. Without communication, it would be hard to fight back."
C r u s h :: None
"Try and get to my heart. Hurt me and you'll be sorry."
M a t e :: None
"I do not have a mate, no special dog has found his way toward me yet."
O f f s p r i n g :: None
"I wish for some after I find a mate."

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[Alkene]

~Status~
mood: Hungry and ready to kill
rank: Loner

~OOC~
I should head to bed soon. please don't be angry if i suddenly poof ^.^"

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The brute slowly padded toward the group of dogs, keeping their gaze on the dumpster. Oh boy, how hungry he was. He noticed a more healthier looking dog (Nali) and smirked. As soon as the little fight was over, he tilted his head. "Hey there sweet- i mean ma'am. you look a bit hungry" he spoke, to the female dog. She obviously didn't look like a dog to mess with. He scratched his head with a paw before staring at the dumpster.

[kuromi.]

Kai woke in her makeshift den in the forest. The floor was covered in moss. It made a perfect sleeping mat. She padded outmod it and lapped some water in a nearby puddle.

[--Miz--]

Nali
She heard a brute approach her and growled,setting her bag of bread on the ground and forcefully placing a protective paw ontop of it,"Oh no,I just fought a dog for food cuz it's fun"she said sarcastically,watching the dog as he approached the dumpster.