ᶫᶦᵃʳ⋅ {Stray Dogs} Open + Accepting - Limited Spots

[anxiety).]

{Open and Accepting

-- tokyo.

[sunny,]

Karma;; Hello there, the names karma, pleased to meet you. There’s not much of a nickname for me, I don’t think you can shorten Karma. It’s not short for anything either. I am in fact a fae, thanks for noticing. I’m currently four years and seven months old. Not too young, not too old. I think it’s just right if you ask me. I’m 100% husky, always have been always will be. I have the build of a husky, thick fur, built for cold nights. I’m a brown husky, meaning along with the white, there’s brown. It’s a light brown, it doesn’t differ with weather, my fur always stays the same. I’m not very tall; I’m not very big either. I’m rather lean compared to other dogs of my breed. I have pale blue eyes, they almost have a mixture of grey in them.

I was born right on the beach in California. I had a great life, my owners loved me. They got divorced though, the wife kept me. When she got remarried, her new husband didn’t like dogs very much. He began to abuse me when she wasn’t home. It went on for about three months. When I turned three, she came home to find me limping and the couple got into a fight. She chose him over me though, and later took me to a shelter. I never actually thought it was possible. I thought she loved me. I don’t trust very well though, it’s just a problem of mine. I was only at the shelter for a few months. I sat in the cage, watching people walk by and get ready to pick me before they saw some pup and chose them instead. They brought me out of the cage to “get rid of me” I of course ran away right when they pulled me out. It was a good escape; they didn’t even have time to chase after me. I’ve been moving from city to city, never letting a single human touch me. Instead of moving from this city, I’ve decided to stay. I like it in this little “pack”. I’m a kind dog; social, talkative, friendly. I’m only rude to those who are rude to me.

Zeus;; Hello there. The names Zeus, don’t like it? Too bad. I love my name, Brady gave it to me. I’m roughly five years and five months old. I’m not too old; I’ve got many more years to go before I’m done. I’m a male thank you very much. Male, brute, guy, gentlemen, take your pick. I’m a purebred German Shepherd. I’m a tall, lean, mean, fighting machine. I’m built like any other dog of my breed, well built, large ears, medium to short length fur. I’m the average German shepherd.

I guess I’ll just start from the beginning. I was born and raised on the force, learning to sniff things out at just a few months old. I learned quickly, by the time I was one, I was ready for my first officer and mission. Turns out my first officer was the youngest one, and he would be my last one. His name was Brady and he had just turned 23, he was so young and full of life, much like myself. We were always so excited, and quickly grew to be best friends. Mission after mission, call after call, we became closer. He would even take me home and bring me back the next day, I was Brady’s dog. I didn’t live at the station, working there was just my job. By the time I was almost five years old, we were one of the most experienced teams on the force. We were the top guns. Pretty soon, we got our biggest call. They were a group of about three or four men, suspected murderers, and we had finally found their location. Once we got there, the rest of it was pretty fuzzy. There was one other team with us, but I don’t remember much about them, let alone anything. The only thing I remember is the gunshot, and lying next to Brady as he took his last breath. He still seemed so strong at his weakest. He held onto me until it was over. We never caught the bad guys, bad triumphed over good, and I couldn’t face to go back to the station. I just left, it wasn’t hard, Brady was all I really had and with him gone, I had nothing. I’ve almost been on my own now for a year, wandering here and there. I occasionally tread near the old station, but leave as soon as someone notices me. I’m a guarded dog, but if someone does gain my compassion or friendship, I’d be too scared to let anything happen to them. This leads to being too overprotective. I’m a friendly dog, I just don’t like getting too close.

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{Accepted once you're done c:

-- tokyo.

[anxiety).]

{Accepted once you're done c:

-- tokyo.

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{Bump

-- tokyo.

[s h i f t;;]

{All done!}

.~. Fae ~.~ Loner .~. 2.5 Years ~.~
"Hello. I'm Shard. Well, my real name is Broken, but that makes me sound like I'm broken. Which I'm not. So I took on the name Shard. I don't think anybody knows my real name; to everybody, I'm regular old Shard. I take that back. I'm not old. I mean, I'm only two years and a bit months old. Nearly three. So still fairly young. And if your nose and eyes aren't working, I'm a female, fae, dame, whatever you want to call me. So long as it's not abusive. I have no pack currently, I roam the streets as a loner. I never was one for crowds, or family. You never know who you can and can't trust. I mean, if I were you, I wouldn't trust me."

.~. Tan&White ~.~ Brown Eyes .~. Lean ~.~
"I am a Canaan Dog. I stand at the taller side of the females, at nearly 22 inches. I weigh in much less than I should. I would weigh more if I actually ate, but we don't have much food out here. I'm not ideal, but when have I ever been? My fur is a light golden tan. I have white between my eyes and around my muzzle. I have white on my chest, underbelly, and white on all of my paws. One paw is completely white, the others only semi-covered with white. The rest of me is a light gold, as mentioned above. My eyes are a dark chocolate color, nothing out of the ordinary."

These battle scars, don’t look like they’re fading.
Don’t look like they’re ever going away.
They ain't never gonna change.
{Battle Scars, Lupe Fiasco}

.~. Stubborn ~.~ Vocal .~. Protective ~.~
S t u b b o r n~ Shard can be as ornery as a mule. She never likes to loose arguments, though she does loose quite a few. The lost wars always make her feel weary for a day or two, until she gets riled up by another dog. Shard is generally the type of dog that once she starts a fight, she'll continue to the end, even when the odds aren't in her favor. Until the other gives up, or there is an interruption, or if herself or the opponent dies, the fight does not stop for Shard. This has earned her quite a few battle scars. Shard is determined, and once she sets her mind to do somthing, you can't change it. The same goes for her opinion. She knows what she thinks of something, and will always try to convince others that her opinion is the 'correct' one. Go against her thoughts, and you might as well be signing up for a boxing match.
V o c a l~ Shard is not afraid to say what she wants. She does think about what she'll say around people who are 'higher' than her if she were to ever join a pack. Though that's the main reason she isn't in one; because of the rules, that somebody's better than the rest, when really Shard is better than them. Anywho, back to how Shard's vocal. Shard will speak her mind if she feels as though it's something to be said. She tends to talk a lot, though sometimes it gets boring with faes; she just has issues making friends with other girls. Boys are easier. Smile, blink your eyes, and talk about anything. They're boys. They'll either like you, or treat you like a fellow boy. Nothing can go wrong. Girls, it's either friend, or what you are. No in between. Shard is always talking.
P r o t e c t i v e~ Shard is very protective of everybody. Even strangers. She doesn't like to see bullying, mainly because all her life she was. She knows how much it hurts, and for that she tries to protect everyone from it. Shard isn't too loving towards strangers, but if she sees that you are being treated harshly, she will stand up for you and be your friend, if you want to be hers. Shard can be a bit protective of herself, too. Generally, she isn't too open, especially if you're from the unfair pack. But if you're a fellow loner, she'll be a bit more friendlier. Try not to get on her bad side, and don't threaten her beloved.

Run and hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady.
{Mama's Broken Heart, Miranda Lambert}

.~. Average Puphood ~.~ Lost .~. Lies ~.~
"...Oh. My history. Right.
I guess you could call it fairly normal. Never knew my father. My mother was kind and gentle, as a mother should be. She was beautiful, and I believe she had been a show dog. I was going to be one too, until something happened. I had a bone, and it was delicious. Ham meat was still stuck to it, and it was huge, almost as big as my foreleg at the time. So naturally, when my master's offspring came near, I gave him a growl. He didn't take the hint, and stuck his hand straight at me bone. I couldn't let him just take my bone; I wasn't finished. So I bit his hand, and he quickly took it away, shrieking. Blood dripped onto the ground slowly, and it stained my lip partially. My master was so furious, he just threw me outside then and there. I was never let back in. Eventually, I took the hint to leave. And here I am.."

Leave it to me to be holdin’ the matches
When the fire trucks show up and there’s nobody else to blame.
{Mama's Broken Heart, Miranda Lambert}

.~. No Crush ~.~ No Mate .~. No Pups ~.~

"Love is something I have little experience with. I haven't crushed on many, nor has anybody liked me, as much as I know. Currently, I do not have a crush, as I am in little contact with others. This also means I have no mate. I have no pups, though once I have settled down with a mate, I do believe I will have a litter or two if he wants puppies."

   

{ Name>>"My name is Admiral."
    { Nickname>>"Nope. Except for the stupid nickname some dogs call me: Admire. Eurgh. I want to rip their throats open when they call me that."
    { Gender>>"I'm not even going to answer this one." [Male]
    { Age>>"I'm about three years young."
    { Status>>"I'm a hunter. Always was, probably always will be."


   

{ Overall>>"My pelt is gold and white, and I'm on the thin size, even for my breed. I have some muscle, but not like the German Shepherds around here do. My paws are big, even though I'm not that large."
    { Eyes>>"My eyes are a bright caramel."
    { Pelt>>"My coat is gold, with a white underbelly, chest, tail, and legs. My muzzle is also white."
    { Size>>"I'm lean and tall, like Teardrop. I'm thin, yet have some muscle under my sleek coat."
{ Breed>>"I'm an American Foxhound."


   

{ Personality>>Admiral is a kind dog at heart, but too protective for his own good. Because of the way he lost his master, he is now scared the same will happen to all his friends. He keeps them close, afraid they'll suddenly disappear and be taken away from him. He comes off as rough, though he isn't aggressive. He's just a little guarded when you first meet him. As you get to know him, though, he gets kinder and warms up to you.
    { History>>Admiral was born to a farmer who wanted a hunting dog. He was trained to hunt with his master, making him able to catch food if the oppritunity arouses. When Admiral was a little over two, he and his master went out on a hunt. In a freak accident, the gun mishapped and Admiral's master was shot. The sight of his bloodied master made Admiral scared, and he fled the scene. Becoming a stray, he learned the ropes on his own over a year, and he's proud of that. Not so long ago, he joined the pack, and took his natural role as a hunter.
    { Crush>>"Nah. Nobody's caught my eye."
    { Mate>>"Look above for your answer."
    { Pups>>"No girl, no pups. Pretty sure I can't have pups all by myself."

[small town.]

May I reserve 3 spots? My characters will be Atticus, Haden, and Spectrum.

[small town.]

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Hello there, you may call me Spectrum. An unusual name, maybe, but unique nontheless. I belong to the breed of Dalmatian and I happen to be a chocolate one of the male gender. We're uncommon, but not scarce. I'm about 3 years old, so fairly young, but I'm considered mature for my age. I tend to take my time about things and I'm never hurried. If you find me puzzling over something minor that doesn't really matter; please don't be alarmed as I'm a perfectionist as they call it. Viewing nature and small things that other people might look past are all things I enjoy and do frequently, so the dogs who enjoy the fast life would probably consider me to be a bore. I'm a greatful dog and that's for sure, but I'm the kind that does occasionally take things for granted. I've lost a lot in my life because of the unruly habit and I try desperately to break it. I grew up as a pup with my mother; for my father was simply a stud on the other side of the country. I was purchased at a few months old and then later abandoned when my elderly owners died and I took over and managed my own life on the streets; soemthing I have no problem with because I tend to do better on my own doing things my own way. I've never been in love with a lady, though I see pretty ones occasionally and wouldn't ever mind striking up a chat. I find myself different from everyone and I accept that it's okay to lay back from the loud life and enjoy the smaller things that were meant to be enjoyed.

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i'm undoubtedly a realist and i won't hesitate to give it to you straight. i guess it's just apart of being a labrador. i won't lie to you, i did protest coming to the hotel because i'd much rather find entertainment trudging through mud or poking around in a forest, but i guess i don't have the final decision afterall. i am a mature dog aside from the scrounging and discovering i do, and i figure you'll know about it pretty soon. i don't much like wrestling or rolling around like a puppy, even though i am only two years old. i enjoy the quiet, so don't be surprised if you find me alone, though i do like certain company. my looks don't matter much to me, but i would describe myself as an average sized labrador with a sandy coat. i have a softer coat than most, and i have blue eyes instead of some hideous brown color. i have a tail that follows my body loosely and you can easily tell my mood by the attitude of my tail. i am a little more muscly than other females do to the treks i have back home in the woods, and i can be quieter in my footsteps than other dogs of my kind- slightly like a ghost. i'm not unkind, just misunderstood sometimes. i don't bite- but i' not afraid too.
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❝stern. a word often used to decribe me, but surely abused sometimes. i am a mysterious brute, but not unfriendly, assumed. to others, my presence is quite astounding because i am a larger male, but i'm not all terrifying. I have a looming voice, complemented by a noticible british accent. i am unusually graceful and sure footed, and my stone cold eyes may make it seem like no soul exists in my body, but rest, assured, i have one. i'm never the life of the party, but i do like to chat with those who aren't annoying. i like telling stories to younger dogs, although i'm only 4 years old, i still like to make up things about 'how life used to be'. i'm not very affectionate, but i haven't had anyone to be affectionate around; as i was recently adopted by a rich couple seeking a dog instead of a child. i won't go on ranting about how i was 'miserable on the streets all alone' because personally i liked being alone except for the occasional gossip i might tweet with a fellow stray on the road. i'm not much for love or relationships, but to be honest i find myself wondering what my life would be like if i opened myself up just a bit more and started actually caring about somethings and forgetting about others. ❞

[small town.]

{I'd like Spectrum to be Top Scavenger please ^^}

[kuromi.]

{{ reserve a female healer please? c: ]]