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[Z4XX0N]

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[Loka]

Loki watched as all the bigger dogs did there things - ate, slept, or anything a dog would normally do. She glanced around boredly, and suddenly got an itch in her nose. She raised her paw slightly and slapped her nose softly. She sneezed softly and sighed, laying down on top of a small, smooth rock. She thought about her Mother, and when she would come back. What are the mines like? She daydreamed to herself silently, gazing up into the blue sky. She slightly jumped from the rock and onto the grass. She padded to a tree silently, and pawed at it, trying to see if it was alive. "Mister Tree?" She woofed softly. As it didnt answer, she whined and sat down, swishing her tail side to side on the grass beneath her.

- Sorry that is is incredibly short, I will have to finish after school ^^

[Snow Eevee]

WORK IN PROGRESS


¿ Alice ? ¿ Stubborn ? ¿ A Twist In My Story-Secondhand Sernade ?

⇨ Name: Alice
⇨ Age: 2 years and 3 months
⇨ Gender: Female
⇨ Ranking: Mines

⇨ Breed: Purebred Mudi
⇨ Eye Colour: Hazelish Green
⇨ Distinctive Markings: Gray splotches and specks, one white ear tip
⇨ General Description: a very pretty, Purebred Mudi, Alice has long, sleek fur that is white and gray. Her left ear is solid gray in color, while her right air is a lighter gray with a white tip and white streaks as well. She is about medium sized with skinny, long legs built for speed and a narrow muzzle. Her eyes are a brilliant hazel, with flecks of chocolate brown and moss green.

⇨ History: Alice was born to two Purebred Mudi dogs. Her parents came from a long line of Mudi Dogs, and were always stuck up and overconfident. Despite her environment, Alice grew up with a gentle heart and, though she was always very polite and respectful to her parents, she refused to take their views. When she was six months old, her brother, sister, and parents all disappeared leaving tiny Alice to fend for herself. Hoping for the best[that they'd made it out alive], young Alice steeled herself to a life without family. A few months later, she recieved word that her mother and father had been killed, and the location of her brother and sister was unknown. For a long time afterwards, it was a struggle for young, trusting Alice to go on. She missed her family and suddenly found herself all alone. And then, she became a Harvester and found joy in the work.
⇨ Personality: 3+ Lines

[.Middy.]

? ¿ Phelan ? ¿ Fierce ? ¿

⇨ Name: Phelan -Like a Wolf
⇨ Age: 2 years and 6 months
⇨ Gender: Male
⇨ Ranking: A warrior in the mines

⇨ Breed: A Irish Wolfhound, known as the tallest dog breed in the world.
⇨ Eye Colour: His eyes are a deep amber color that seems to look right through you sometimes.
⇨ Distinctive Markings: While Phelan has many scars from various fights, the most noticable is a large scar right across his right eye that extends to the corner of his mouth.
⇨ General Description: Like all of his breed, Phelan is a very tall dog. His coat is mostly grey with slight brown and black accents through out it, his fur has a wiry look to it and his ears are the darkest part of his body. Being so tall he has long legs and a thicker chest, though unlike some of his breed, his joints dont give him any trouble.

⇨ History: Phelan was born in the mines, he grew up listening to his mother's stories of her human that she had fought so hard to save numerous times. Growing up, he always dreamed of a human boy to call his own, just like his mother had told him of her own human. He soon learned that humans were scared of him though, because of his large size any time a human would come near the mine to check on how many dogs there were, he would go out and try to get them to take him away. Everytime he saw a human they would hit him or knock him to the ground with sticks. He soon grew to hate the humans and would start attacking back. When he was ready to start training, he was instantly made a warrior because of his size and aggesive behaviour towards the humans.
⇨ Personality: While Phelan can be very nice, he's more the fierce type of dog. His scars scare some of the other dogs away, or his size does. He never really had a chance to get close to another dog, being the only pup and his mother dying right after he was weaned. Some dogs he treats with respect, but most he just ignores. Fighting is the one thing that he is good at and loves, it makes him a great warrior since he's never afraid of any fight. Someday he hopes to find someone who will look past his scars and attitude and be his friend or even mate, but he doubts it would happen.

[Z4XX0N]

{{ Adding you both to the list. }}

[shrimpdog]

Vistra stretched then lifted her bag again. Her run looked rather odd with the bag pulling her down on one side. At some points she would drag it. She then found a old mine cart, it was heavily rusted. She heaved the bag into it and placed her forehead on the side of the aged cart. She pushed for a good two minuets before the cart gave in a began to slowly move. She went from a walk, to a trot, to a slow jog. Finally she was running with the cart, it's squeals of refusal rang through the mines to warn anyone in the way. She couldn't hear irritated growls and loud threats due to the shrill cry of the old cart. Some dogs who didn't pay attention had to jump out of the way last minuet. When she was almost to where she needed to be she suddenly stopped, of coarse she didn't pay attention to the fact that the cart would keep going. She sat and watched it go, almost laughing yet getting ready to hide as she knew dogs would be angry at yet another one of her "stupid ideas".

[cheeryarver]

Charlie trotted down a recently excavated tunnel, his large mesh bag dragging along the dirty ground, occasionally tripping him up, causing him to stumble along for a few moments, before hurriedly regaining his balance and continuing on at a steady pace. His white and red fur was streaked with brown from the dirt and dust constantly being disturbed in the mines, and was twisted in several intricately matted masses of knots.

The words to his special song were running around his brain, filling his every thought and movement, giving him a spring in his step and a gleam in his eye as he searched for the special blue rocks. He often wondered why the humans were so intent on getting the dogs to find the blue rocks. Why couldn't they come down here and do it themselves? It seemed as if they were afraid of something. None of the dogs were really sure, but Charlie wasn't too worried about it. He didn't mind being down here… Much.

A flash of blue amongst brown caused him to skitter to a stop, nose twitching as he scampered towards the blue gold, as the other dogs liked to call it. He carefully clamped his small jaws around the rock, pulled the back open with his feet, and placed the rock inside. He licked his chops, grimacing at the rather foul taste. Even though he had been collecting the rocks all his life, he still couldn't get over the taste; like dirt mixed with powdery….yucky things.

He was just about to trot off back down the tunnel when a dog pushing a mine cart went flying past. He yelped loudly, leaping back against the wall of the tunnel, feeling the vibrations as they rumbled through the ground and up the walls, circling up into the roof and rumbling up through the layers of dirt and rock and minerals. The cart passed, rattling off down the tunnel, and Charlie slowly padded back onto the old rusty rails. He glanced around, his ears quivering as the rocks around him continued to rumble. His nose twitched, and he quickly scooped up his bag of blue rocks. He could feel the vibrations through his paws, and he turned to run off back the way he'd come.

There was a loud crack and rumble, and a section of the tunnel roof fell away about ten metres from him. He yelped loudly and spun around, dropping his bag of blue rocks to sprint down the tunnel. Behind him, sections of the roof were falling away, sending clouds of dust and dirt sweeping over him, urging him to run faster. He skittered around a corner, and came to a fork in the tunnel. He slid to a halt, panting loudly, and glanced behind him. The tunnel was still collapsing, but he didn't think it would continue down the fork. At least, he hoped it wouldn't.

Drawing in a deep breath, he yelled, "Tunnel collapsing! Take cover! Find another way back!" down the left tunnel, then raced down the right tunnel, shouting as he ran. "The tunnel's collapsing! Take cover! Find another way back!"

He ran, then he stumbled, then he crashed right into another dog, sending them both skidding across the dirt. He yelped on impact, and cried out each time he hit a rock or bump in the ground, before he dug his claws into the ground and slid to a halt. He sat up, aching all over, then saw the dog also laying in a filthy mess just ahead of him. He trotted over, and nudged the dog anxiously. "Uh, hey? You okay? Sorry for uh, running into you, but I uh, kind of, uh, almost got dead."


{{woo drama and openness for anyone hinthint yey}}

[jormungandr]

Only history is a WIP

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¿ Rufus ? ¿ Strong ?

⇨ Name: Rufus
⇨ Age: 2 years and 3 months
⇨ Gender: Male
⇨ Ranking: Still in the Mines as a fighter.

⇨ Breed: Kelpie cross Mudi, but Mudi is the one that is shown more on him.
⇨ Eye Colour: A brownish Green.
⇨ Distinctive Markings:
Rufus has white toes, all of his toes are white except for the back right one, it is a Greyish with black dots.
⇨ General Description:
Rufus, like most Mudi's, have a pelt splattered with grey, whie and black. These colors are strewn across his body in all sorts of patterns. Grey is the most shown color, mostly described as his base color with white and black on it. Many of those colors are placed down with small dots around the edge fading it into the grey again. Actually, most of the white on him is on his chest, just a small stripe down the front of his chest. Like described in his destinctive feature box, all of his toes but the back right one are white, the odd one is a grey foot.

⇨ History: 3+ Lines
⇨ Personality:
Rufus is described as loyal, but that soon disappears when you meet the real Rufus. He is a fun loving dog who is always smiling, but he is also very flirtious, always looking for those girls! He enjoys to run around, since he is the one to chase, many also call him a hunter, tracking down enemies or unknown scent easily, it's like he was born to trap. He was placed into the position of fighter for this part, not for the others I warn you. Rufus was brought up in a serious and loyal family, who always followed their leaders instructions and never joked, so some people think he was lying about his family since he is the one to joke and have fun.

[jormungandr]

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