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((I have to go so please do not go too far; is it okay if Adrika is maybe bred with Roman? If not, that is fine.))

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{{ That would be great, Lost Cause <33 }}

Roman

Roman bounded through the white snow, his legs curbing with every stride. He focused his eyes on the horizon, not looking back. He didn't care about his team, for now, he just wanted to be alone. He skidded to a stop, the snow coming up on flurries around him, landing gently on his black coat. His fur shimmered with the snowflakes, catching the sunlight and making him glow. He dived into the deep snow in front of him, kicking his legs and more fluffy snow flew up and in back of him. He came out from under, snow all over his face and nose. He sneezed, and the snow on his face melted. He popped up again and bolted back to team.

Dakota

Dakota shivered, more snow landing on her face and back. She continued sniffing the tracks of the other dogs on the Dusk Marchers sled team. She was the Wheeler, to dog closest to the sled. She didn't mind loud things, so Wheeler was her ideal place in the group. Dakota lifted her head up, looking around for any dogs that seemed to be alone. She sighed, wanting to talk to someone. "Isn't there any other dogs that are here? I'm suprised," she said. Laying down in the snow again, she watched the sun, but not for too long.

[Rumour]

Fleetfoot Lady
LADY || 3 YEARS || SEPPALA SIBERIAN SLEDDOG || DUSK MARCHERS

Lady let out a huff, her tail swatting the air behind her as she stepped out of the warmth of their shed and into the crisp, new-fallen snow. She'd only been here a short time, but she had never let that get to her -- she'd been through several homes in her life, and this one was no different than all the rest. They ate, they ran, they pulled and they slept. She kicked up the powdery snow under her paws as she traipsed past a group of dogs she knew only by sight and name; she'd made it a point to keep herself out of others' affairs. After all, with her track record, she wouldn't be here much longer. She'd do what she was told, and she'd do it well, but no more.

Fleetfoot Impala
IMPALA || 3 YEARS || SEPPALA SIBERIAN SLEDDOG || DAWN KILLERS
Impala Stretched out over the snow, his tongue curling out of his mouth as he yawned, and padded away from the kennel where they slept. He loved the morning, and was definitely a morning dog. He was the sort who leapt out of bed and greeted the sun with a hearty howl and a brand new hole in the backyard. He trotted along, tail held high -- it looked as though he was one of the first up. The Family was still milling about, and he saw one of them attempting to fix a fence; he wagged his tail vigorously and ducked playfully as he came close, but all he got was a sorry little pat on the head and an encouraging: 'Be off with you now!" His tail dropped, but he did as he was told, and went to find his entertainment elsewhere.

He found it: a familiar looking dog was laying down in the snow, staring up at the sky. "Morning Dakota!" he called enthusiastically, sprinting to close the distance between them. He didn't much like being alone, and Dakota was always a pleasure to be around.

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Dakota // Dusk Marchers // Alaskan Malamute

Dakota sniffed the air again, getting a familiar scent, but she couldn't think of who it was. She whipped her head around, and perked her small ears towards the dog. She smiled, remembering his name. Impala. "Hey, Impala," she said to him before getting up out of the white, fluffy snow. She knew that he was from the other team, called Dawn Killers. She stretched her body, going into a bowing position. She let her ears flop to the side, and she stared contently at the Siberian Sleddog.

[Rumour]

Fleetfoot Impala
IMPALA || 3 YEARS || SEPPALA SIBERIAN SLEDDOG || DAWN KILLERS
Impala wagged his tail as she caught wind of him and smiled; crouching down in anticipation as she stretched, just in case she wanted to play. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" he asked her, closing the gap in no-man's land between himself and black and white husky. "So far anyway. I've only just gone out, so I can't quite tell, but never mind. For now it's beautiful," he corrected himself, staring up into the sky to try and pinpoint what she had been staring at a moment beforehand. He frowned at the sky, finding nothing of interest -- not even a cloud to interrupt the sea of bright blue -- and turned back to the female. "How's things over on your end?" he asked vaguely, knowing full well she'd understand what he meant by 'your end'. He liked to keep up to date with everything that went on in their part of the 'world', and he knew his somewhat sister tended to be bad news most days -- the single storm cloud on a clear horizon.

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Spirit | Female | Team Dog | Siberian Husky | Dusk Marchers
Spirit let out a slight yawn. She raised her right paw and stretched it out before she shook her copper pelt and looked around, seeing a lot of the dogs in both teams already up. The large husky blinked a couple of times so she could get used to the bright white snow laying around. It was still snowing lightly, but it had been all night. Her paws shivered slightly as she trekked through the snow, making her way to the female in her team who was currently placed just in front of her during races and training. She slowed as she neared Lady, until she was only a couple of feet from the dog.
"Hey, ready for the next race?" She barked softly.

Max | Male | Wheel Dog | Alaskan Malamute | Dawn Killers
Max was still asleep in the kennel. He tried to blank out the voices from outside, but he failed. He blinked his eyes open and yawned sleepily as he looked out of the kennel, his cage door was open. The small dog slowly rose to his paws and stretched out, yawning yet again. He didn't like waking up before noon anyway, but his terrible night made it worse. The comfy blanket that was usually in his cage was gone, and it made the floor so uncomfortable; and cold. He made his way out of the cage and looked left, where the exit to the kennel was. He trotted over, seeing the white snow outside he groaned once more. Not that he didn't like snow, he loved playing it it just like a pup, he just hated the fact that it was the same colour as his pelt.

Alue | Female | Team Dog | Seppala Siberian Sleddog | Dawn Killers
Alue blankly looked around, before shuffling her paws forward and laying on her stomach. She ran her tongue over her white paw, her silvery eyes glimmering as the creamy white snow seemed to reflect in her eyes. She rested her head on her paws, not really bothered by the snow that was melting against her sides.

Harley | Male | Wheel Dog | Greenland Dog | Dusk Marchers
Harley turned and groomed his cream coloured pelt before he padded out of the kennel, having to blink to get used to the bright sun. He shivered slightly, the wind blowing through his thin pelt. It wouldn't take long for his pelt to thicken up, but he didn't like to cold much. He turned and bounded back into the kennel, where it was warmer. He would come back out when it was time to train.

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Dakota Flash // Dusk Marchers // Alaskan Malamute // Wheel Dog

Dakota looked back at him, smiling. "It is a beautiful day isn't it? I just came out here also, but so far it looks good," she said, wagging her tail also. As he asked if everything was ok on her end, she smiled when he said 'your end'. "Just great, luckily I haven't seen my trainer or musher in a while, I needed a break from the humans," she said, sighing. "How is it with your team?" she asked, hopefully he was doing just as good a she was today. A cold snowflake landed on her blac nose, instantly melting, making her nose more wet than it already was.

Roman Flash // Dawn Killers // Alaskan Malamute // Swing Dog

Roman waked back into his kennel, a gross looking water bowl and stale food in another bowl were sitting in front of him. He laid down on the thin, pink, wool blanket and grabbed a couple kibbles, forcing him to swallow them. He laid his wad down on his crossed paws, trying to fall asleep. The only thing that popped into his head was when he was beaten, himself screaming in terror, feeling raw and bloody after. He didn't know that biting the trainer was something that he shouldn't do. He slowly closed his eyes, and shivered.

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| Steven | 27 years | Male |

Username: white . horse
Name: Steven DeRusso (likes to be called Steve)
Age: 27 years
Gender: Male
Description: Steven is a tall man with dark brown hair and big brown eyes. He has large hands which are perfect to be a musher. He loves the dogs and would never do anything to hurt them.
Personality: Steven is a very nice man with a great sense of humor. As I already said, he loves the dogs and would never do anything to hurt them. He never liked the trainers, and he couldn't say anything to them, as in 'you have to be nicer to the dogs' or he will get fired. He can't afford to lose his job now. Steven is also angered easily, but he doesn't get angry very often.
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 164 pounds
Health Problems: Steven has no real health problems, and he has been mostly healthy, with a few colds here and there.
History: Steve always wanted to do something with sled dogs, and the Dusk Marchers were a perfect opportunity to be with the dogs. He went to school to be a Veterinarian, which he finished college, but couldn't find a job.
Rank Desired: Musher
Team: Dusk Marchers
Other: None

[Rumour]

Fleetfoot Lady
LADY || 3 YEARS || SEPPALA SIBERIAN SLEDDOG || DUSK MARCHERS

Lady paused a moment late, not realising the words were meant for her. She glanced back over her shoulder at the source of the voice --
a red and white female about her size, with pretty mismatched eyes. Lady frowned at her briefly, letting out a huff of steaming air through her cold, black nose. "Naturally," she answered matter-of-factly, in a tone of voice that clearly stated her annoyance at being picked out. One could never say that Lady was a friendly dog -- in fact, the title 'bitch' suited her rather well, in more ways than one. "Why, was there any doubt?" she asked airily; she wouldn't have believed Spirit if she'd said there was. She was unwaveringly confident in herself. She knew that work-wise, she could never do anything wrong. She was just that good.

Fleetfoot Impala
IMPALA || 3 YEARS || SEPPALA SIBERIAN SLEDDOG || DAWN KILLERS
"Good to hear," he said, carrying on with the small talk; he wasn't very good at it, that was for certain, but he'd always try. "Seems around the same over here, which is good in a way, I suppose, but doesn't exactly make for thrills and chills if, you know what I mean," he told her with a grin and an exasperated roll of his eyes. "I'm pretty much counting the moments until we get up and out there again. At least that lends for some semblance of adventure, no matter how minuscule that may be. Beggars can't be choosers though, I suppose," he concluded, drawing his train of thought to a stumbling close. "Wanna go chase a rabbit or something?" he wondered, his tail wagging furiously behind him.

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Dakota Flash // Dusk Marchers // Alaskan Malamute // Wheeler

Dakota nodded, agreeing with what he was saying. "Adventure is always good. But there's not much we can do," she said, sitting down in the free snow. She looked down the horizon, the sun has already peeked out from over it. She smiled and looked backs Impala, and nodded. A small rabbit bounded across the white snow, it's bright brown coat not helping with camouflage. She started to slink across the snow as it stopped, and she started running as she got close enough to the little rabbit.