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[MysterySoul6]

(Yeah I'll make Eclipse & Duke as well as Bear up tomorrow. So you can reserve those names for me so no one takes them :3 might also make 2 pups names Sasha & Shasta, but I'll think about it.)

[lokison]

(OKay wel I may add a few more later XD)

[MysterySoul6]

(Loo ok xD well I'm probably ginna make 2 more females tomorrow amd 3 makes

Eclipse(Female gamma)
Duke(Male hunter, Exlipse's brother)
Bear(Male warrior)
Sasha(Female gamma pup, Eclipse's adoptive pup)
Shasta(Male gamma pup, Sasha's brother. Eclipse's adoptive pup)

[lokison]

(OKay)

[MysterySoul6]

(Oh, and Shasta in the pup in training xD forgot to mention that lol. The gamma pup in training.)

[love lucy]

I am Maximillian II. But call me Max. That name is too sophisticated for me. However, I when named I was expected to keep on the lineage of the Maximillian Belikov Tveit's. So I was named Maximillian, to keep on the lineage. Not much story behind it, unless you want to hear years of careful breeding and boring upbringings.

I'm obviously a brute. Meaning, male. Surprised? At the age of two, I'm pretty young. Barely an adult. Still breaking whatever I find and causing trouble. However, you must never call me a pup. I hate that. I know I'm not old, but I know my things, and my place. Not good when you do that. And you won't want to be on my bad side.

I have no crush, no mate (too young), and no pups. Those are cute. But I'm pretty much still one. Guess that why I go along with them so much.

Personally, I have no idea of where I rank. Will have to see to that later. For now let me tell you some more of myself. I'm playful, too stubborn, hyperactive, and short'tempered. Never has been a day when I could keep still. Or when I don't lose patience at something. I would gladly have a play fight, and then start a new one. Guess I just love trouble. Makes my day exciting. Apart from that, you should know that I have a nasty bite when provoked. And I easily am silent around others. Just don't like to open up and share. So I don't have many friends. It doesn't help that I push everyone away. But that's just the way I am.

My story is not that sad. I was born into a litter of ten runts. All of us with pedigree and the best lineage from generations developed to be better through the years. I was chosen from all of us to be in the steps of my father. As the rest of my siblings, we were weaned, taken away from our mother, and taken to shows around the country. When most of us were sold, they took me and started my training. I was to start learning what my father did, become an example of perfection for my breed. Man's best husky friend. And I hated that.

I never had any friends. And my only way of fun was to cause trouble to my owners. Rebelling...breaking stuff...however I never did my worst at a competition. My father always told me to do my best to show those other dogs I was wort it. And the thing is, that those other show dogs believe themselves superior to others. That's why I smirked triumphantly when they lost, and I let with my first place.

One day we left for a competition. Don't know to were. But while my owners were dinning, I found that they'd left the camper's window open. Which is when I realized I had a chance to escape. So I did. And out the window I was, not knowing where I was going around, or if we were even still in the US. Since then I've been going around. I like it this way.

My name is Alaise. But I prefer Ally. I am accustomed to it, and I like it that way. Alaise... sounds too classy. So, first thing is, you have to know I'm a lady, female, fae, whatever you wish to call it. Golden retriever, medium height, small built, dark golden hair, brown eyes, young... That's me.
I have no home, no pack, and no company. I don't have a mate, or pups, or at least a friend, though I would really would like one.

After years, I am used to going alone, walking endlessly, and reality is that this has been my life for the past year. If you want to know me, this are the basics. If at some time, or some point this things change I'll make sure to let you know.

Now, about my charming personality... I can be a real pain if I want to. Stubborn, annoying, and inconsiderate if I want to. It's just that living on the streets is not easy if you want to survive. And since I've been like this I have forgotten the definition of kindness, and up to now no one has shown me either. That's why I can probably seem harsh and not show compassion at first. Well, that is if I don't break myself first. And by this I mean, if by a strange reason I treat you differently. That would be because I saw something in you. Probably someone as lonely as myself. And when I see that, I turn caring, without a doubt, even when I'm pushed away. Rejection and the pain of it always lingers on me, so I've gotten used to being tossed away like a rag doll.

My mood can depend on how bad the days come. But I can assure you, that sunny days are the best to lift my mood. I just love the soft breeze and the warming touch of the sun. It's relaxing and I love it. My worries fade slightly in that little piece of heaven. Don't you love sunny days? Something about them make them the best days. Unluckily, lately I've seen too many clouds to count. Sunny days will be late to come this year. OK, yeah, I have a random personality.

Have you ever wondered what would happen if our past had not been what it was? If we had an opportunity to change it, or if it simply wasn't your past? I know I have. But our past is what makes us who we are today. And I learned that the hard way.

I was born in a barn with five siblings. We were all sold to a pet shop, like it happens to most pups. And we each were adopted by a family. I was happy in mine. They had two daughters an a son. A very sweet mother, and a caring father. They all gave me treats and had me like a member of their family. And that was for my first year them. It was one of the best moments in my life. All those nights with a bed to go to, and a good meal. Until they left for vacation. And they left me with a cousin.

Their cousin was a very drunken man who went out each night and forgot to close the gate without taking precautions of me going around in his backyard. Being trained not to leave, I stayed. Until the day he was coming home and this annoying cat passed by. I couldn't help it and fallowed. The drunken idiot left me, and didn't even try to search me until when my family came, telling excuses that he was not sure how I got out.

Of course, after that it's a downfall. I had to learn to fend for myself, and see the world with other eyes. Learning how big and cruel it is than the image I had pictured. Cold nights in allies, and no one wanted anything with me. So I was left alone.

At the end a year passed since then, and here you have me. Wanderer. And that's my story. Once I saw a child, similar looking to one of my old masters. And I fallowed to see. It results that yes, indeed, it was little master, the youngest, a little girl with brown curls who teased me endlessly. Finally seeing her made me happy, until I saw the other dog. Apparently the meaning of me as family was erased, and I was just a memory. While they had a new pet.

And you have me here.

[lokison]

(What rank and what breed?)

[love lucy]

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He is a Siberian Husky, and she is a Golden Retriever.
Both of them hunters would be fine, I think.

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(Okay accepted)

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(how old is the female?)