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{Finished Canines history. I have to go to. READ IT! It is very intresting. :3 }

[greye]

.: Drek :.

Currently: Trying to rest
Thinking about: His past, and how to manage to fit in with the others.
Mood: Tired

Drek padded along the grass, searching for a place to lay. The looming forest was cold and unfriendly, hinting of possible danger. Every pawstep echoed, and leaves crunched underpaw.

Familiar scents suddenly filled the air, and Drek realized he was back in camp. With a sigh, he slunk over to a corner, curled up and shut his eyes. But his thoughts were too full to rest. He couldn't seem to shake the terror of seeing Brynn, lying in the crimson dirt.
And with his history, would he fit in? Would someone prove trustworthy enough?

[shrimpdog]

((I will create a male tomorrow today))

Name:

"Howl"

Breed:

"Pure Rottie, and proud"

Gender:

"I'm a male... I was hoping you would be able to tell"

Age:

"four something..."

Rank:

"uhm... well... a healer. I don't enjoy hurting things."

History:

"..."
WIP

Personality:

""

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Name:

"My name is Ari, if you really must know"

Breed:

"Some Husky Rottweiler thing"
Ari is a mix of a Husky and Rottweiler

Gender:

"Female. Idiot."

Age:

"I'm 3... and a half"

Rank:

"I'm a loner, deal with it."

History:

"like you need to know."
Ari's life was started on the streets, she was the only surviving pup to a litter of four.The other three were males, one was almost completely rottweiler while the other two looked more like Huskies with small traits from their father. She wasn't the runt, nor the biggest of the litter. She was a normal sized pup, nothing that special. Her father was a Rottweiler, though she had never met him, and her mother was a husky. She inherited traits from both, keeping the body, stamina, and fighting style of a husky, and obtaining powerful jaws and coloration of a Rottweiler. Her mother took care of her until she was fit to live on her own, and they split, neither looking back. From what Ari had observed, allies only slow you down.

Her first year of life was rough, almost all the other strays she met were stronger, faster, smarter. Food was hard to find, other dogs always made it to the dumpsters and humans defended their stands and shops with great care. The only way she made it through was a sympathetic butcher. Her gave her minuscule scraps, just enough to keep her from starving. She didn't see him as a friend, and neither did the man. Their relationship was simply a dog who needed help and a man who was providing it. She didn't like depending on humans, though. So she learned the ways of the street, like what alleys were safest and what dumpsters had the best food and when they were filled. She learned fast, picking up small details in a big scene. She was now a true stray, hard, cold, and calculating.

Even though Ari had become a great stray, she failed to notice what a dogcatcher was. But it wasn't too long before she found out... but it was still too late. She was in the back of one of their trucks, it reeked of urine and dog. She was shoved into a cage, the bars cold against her sides as they found their way through her thick fur. She stood in the cage, fur on end, tail up, lips curled, and ears forward. She snarled, warning other dogs away even though they couldn't move. Some of the dogs whined, scared of the raging female. The pound was where she was stuck for days, snapping at humans and snarling at dogs. She only slept once, for an hour. The people deemed her "unable to be adopted" and she was to be put down. That was the day she made it away. They had her in a leather muzzle, so they let her free in the fenced yard. Ari ran for the fence, her heart pounding, and her legs flying, the moment almost seemed like it was in slow motion. She just barely cleared the fence in front of her, her paws even scraped the highest board. The people starred, eyes wide and jaws dropped. They scrambled inside to call animal control, but it was too late. She was gone.

But her time with humans wasn't over, a rough man, almost six foot, found her and instantly snapped a spiked collar and black leather leash on the tired dog. Ari felt defeated, with no way to fight back. Her rage was fulled by her lack of power. She was brought to an old barn looking place, it smelled horrible. The air was stuffy and hot. The cages around her were filled with dogs, all seemed like skeletons with a blanket of fur draped over their bones. Her ears pinned back at the sight, a tinge of worry tinted her eyes. She was pulled to the next room, this one had a variety of females, most bloated with pups or having little balls of fur nursing at their belly. The man was still dragging her. The final room had fit dogs, reminding her of the other dogs on the streets. But their was something odd about the look in their eyes... she soon realized it was bloodlust. She snarled through the muzzle. She was caged once again. The next day one man, lifting her by the scruff, placed her on a table. They left the muzzle on, and checked her health. Once they determined she wasn't sick they put her back in the cage. She was now hungry and thirsty, her throat dry and her temper growing.

Two days later, leaving her four days without food or water and a boiling temper, she was put in the ring. She faced the other dog, with a bloodcurdling snarl and bristling fur. Without a moments hesitation she lunged forward, using the quick "in and out" method of a husky, whoops and hollers filled the room. She still kept rottweiler ability, with strong jaws and slightly broad shoulders. The dog looked confused at first, but it soon started fighting back. The male was bigger and stronger, but she was faster. The other dog was obviously new to the whole fighting deal and only got one good blow in, tearing open her shoulder. She still won, but she was hurt, and on the streets that could mean death. She was sure the same rules were applied here. They now gave her food and a bowl of water.

She didn't win many fights past that dog. She would almost always start off winning but lose in the end. This is the place where she learned how important it was to keep her footing. After learning the critical lesson, she won a few more fights. But she didn't win enough for the men to be pleased. She was soon transferred to the room full of mothers. They waited for her to get in heat... it never happened. They got angrier each day. They found out Ari was spayed, the pound had made sure of that. She was put back to the ring. But now they were angry at her for something she didn't do, they put the muzzle back on and threw her in with a large female german shepherd. Ari kinda though the dog seemed like her on her first day.

Ari sped out the ring, the shepherd following. Men laughed at how stupid Ari looked. She remembered the day with the fence. She looked at the walls, searching them. There! A gap that was lower from the rest. She lopped around the ring twice before lunging for it, she missed. Her paws clung to the wall, but she was pulled back down. That's when blue and red flashes plastered the walls, the men left quickly. The german shepherd was pulled off of Ari, and a leash and collar was placed on both of the dogs, the other female getting a muzzle of her own. Ari pretended to work with the men, trotting out with them until they got ready to put her in their car. She pulled forward, the collar snapped. She ran, not stopping.

Ari ran for hours, only stopping for short rests and drinks before setting off again. She found a place with other dogs, but she didn't join nor did she have plans to. She kept her distance, but she still lives there, she's a loner... it seems like that is all she will ever be.

Personality:

"Why don't you find out yourself? Lazy A**."
Ari is a cold, hard, and fierce dog. Her heart lies with no one, and she truthfully doesn't want it to. Even though she is mean, she does know how to hide her real personality to get what she wants. She is willing to fight for her life, take what you get and give nothing back. She does actually fear being in love. Because she feels if she lets her feelings go to someone they will leave her, or try and kill her... something along those lines. She is sensitive to insult, and will normally get aggressive at an instant.

[fruitbat]

{ recap? }

[war paint.]

[Not much. Roman just brought back a mule deer, thats about it.]

[archeron.]

What should I do? I have both my girls open.

[greye]

{I have no idea either...}

[swag;]

.: S H A Y :.

{{ The Basics }}
Name:: Shay
Nickname:: *My little brothers and sisters used to call me Shay-Shay*
Age:: Three years old
Gender:: Female

{{ Details }}

History(optional): *I was a stray, had a big family too! But we all ran our seperate ways when a dog catcher chased us..*
Personality:Shay generally like to keeps to herself most of the time, however if she was to be spoken too she would answer with a very well thought comment. If she sees that your not the flakey type she will warm up to you! She can be funny, sarcastic and takes well to any jokes.
Breed: Rottwieler
Other: Nada

{{ Pack Life }}

Rank Wanted: *Whatever Roman thinks I deserve*
Rank: ^^^


{{ Love }}

Family: *My mother, Aero, My father, Austin, and my siblings Sonny; Red; Jewel and Sage*
Crush: *No brute has yet to make my heart skip a beat*
Secret Crush: ^^
Mate: Not yet

[war paint.]

[Accepted; How about Lead hunter?]

[swag;]

(that'd be great! Thanks :3)