Your Name:
"Carter"
What else may we call you:
"Carter"
How old are you:
"3 years young"
Are you Male or Female:
"Female"
What breed are you:
"Siberian Husky"
Deeper Inside
What are you like:
"I can be very solitary, and I don't like it when I'm hanging out with a male and another fae decides to join the conversation. If that happens, I leave. I take my job protecting the village very seriously, and will fight with my life. I can be quite calm an loving if you get to know me, but I can also be very delicate, insecure, and fragile."
What has happened to you:
"I was born in a breeders house in Alaska. My mother hated in there, her pups being sold every now and then. Except for me. You see, I was not wanted by the humans for show. They did not like my bicoloured eyes, or my abnormal fur color format. My mother thought every dog deserved to be loved, and knew I would not find it here. So when I was 12 weeks of age, she grabbed me by the scruff and took me to an Eskimo-like village in the middle of the night. She saw a pile of hay and tucked me safely inside, nuzzled me, and ran off. You see, I had no knowledge of what was going on. But she did. My mother wa raised here and traded for gold into her new life. She knew this was best for me, and I had no idea what was in store for me. I soon fell asleep in the warm hay, my tail tucked in fear. I woke up when the sum rose an I heard people walking around talking outside. I walked out of the hay and peered around, my ears flat against my skull. A man saw me out of the corner of his eye and picked me up, rubbing me behind the ears. He took me to another mans house, and the new man was a sled dog trainer. He took me in and began training me. When I was a year old, after my progress, he gave me a leather harness . He strapped it around me and I got a new one every year until I reached full size. After awhile, he sent me away to an Indian village. They used me for racing in the day, but at night, they shoved me into a ring and forced me to fight another dog. I still wore my leather harness, not allowing them to take it off. Two moths later, I ran away and to the nearest airport, hopping in the plane to just go anywhere. I ended up here, and am used to protect the village. I still bear my leather harness."
Family & Loved Ones
Who do you like secretly:
"Um, it says secret for a reason. But if you must know, I have no secret crush."
Who's not a secret:
"no crush as of now"
The love of your life:
"No"
Your production:
"No"
Anybody else in your life:
Other Family Here
