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

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{@chachi. >< Sure c:
@grace. >< Of course! And what are the ranks of Haden + Atticus?
@last~ breath >< Alright

-- tokyo.

[small town.]

Both hunters.

[blue;]

well hello there well my name happens to be lillia ! nice to meet you...*looks over* ahh is that a squirrel ! run for your lives !!!!!!!.yes I do hate squirrels,im terrified.---okay,back to the form-- well alot of dogs call me lil or lilly but I do have a name ! use it ! im a clear as day a female ! if you thought I was a male you need glasses.i am 3 years,6 months,4 weeks and 2 days old. I am a siberian husky thank you very much.I am red and white (yes im a red husky) with blue eyes.
Name:lillia
nickname:lil/lilly
age:3 years,6 months,4 weeks and 2 days old
gender:fae
breed:siberian husky
looks:red and white with blue eyes
well I dont really remeber my history.I was a sled dog but then when i got to an accident it all got blury.ermmmm personality.well you'll have to meet me with that one.I dont like telling my personality cause people are gonna say oh thats not true and you are this and this so yes.please meet me.
history:unknown
personality:please,meet me
my rank you say ? id love to be co leader,female of course.if not then the next rank down please.
rank:co leader,female
I do have feelings for Ryker.dont tease me about it.I currently dont have a mate or pups

[anxiety).]

{@coffeewolf >< Please go back to the front page, read the second rule again, and please see what ranks are open

-- tokyo.

[Cyphron]

Darkness is all I seek, loneliness is all I feel.
The savageness within, the monster inside,
it's all lies. Deathly eyes, cooling tone,
sharp fangs. Is all I am, but I am no monster.
Scars cover me, they said time would heal them
they spoke lies. The pain lessened and scar tissue
covered them, but they still haunt me. There
is only one to aid, only one to bring light.
One day that one will come, but for now
I stand alone

Hello there young one, the name is White Fang. Nothing more and nothing less, just plain White Fang is what I prefer to come by. I was named after my sharp white fangs as you can say they were what I was known for as a pup and still to this day. I prefer that you do not call me by any nicknames as I feel no need for them, so please refrain from doing so. Shall I say I have walked this earth for four years and two moons now, as you can see I am not that old and not that young, a right age basically. I am a full blooded male, brute, lad, anything you can say but I am indeed a male, nowhere near female.

As far as sight goes you can see that I am a large Great Pyrenees with muscles that ripple beneath my pelt with every moment that I make. I am lean and agile, but speed is not much on my side as strength is. My fur is a silky snow white with a light chesnut brown down to where my tail connects and dark stormy gray surrounds my ears. My fur is sleek and smooth to the touch, almost soft and my tail consists to appear like a wooly fox tail. The tips of my fur curl in towards my stomach like claws protecting the skin underneath. Many scars hide deep within my fur from many fights in my past, though one is the most noticable and the most haunting. A jagged scar goes straight through and across my left eye, a pinkish color somewhat that is in sight with just one glance towards my direction. Many judge with this scar and I pay no heed as I have grown use to it over the years. My eyes are an icy deep blue with what appears to be a haunting edge to them, almost eerie like. My eyes hold no emotions as I have learned to mask them over, though they hold truth many times. Some have told me that when I look your way it is as if my eyes are peering into your soul. I don't believe this but it is what I'm told.

Ah, so I see as my time to tell my psersonality comes forth. To start off I have always been a loner, always have been and most likely always will be. I dislike being in crowds and surrounded by multiple dogs at once. I prefer to keep to myself and be left in peace, as no one can annoy you when you are alone. I'm reserved and introvert you can say, but not quite shy, just anti-social more or less. Though I know in due time I will adopt to being surrounded by many, I know that the loneliness in the pit of my heart will always be there, no matter what. A constant reminder of what I am. I'm a loner at heart and there is no hiding that. When I am around others I show no emotions to them, only if I want to. I'm apathetic, not giving away anything of what I'm feeling in my voice or body language. No emotions come across me so it's difficult to figure me out, though most have never tried. With showing no emotions I show no weaknesses, so almost everybody leaves me be, never getting on my bad side which could lead to my aggressivenss. With my aggression I go into a hostile and cautious mode, snarling at anybody in sight with my hackles raised and teeth bared. I only see red and everybody as a threat, including if someone I care about is in danger is when such thing as my aggression comes in. It's almost impossible to bring me out of it unless one I trust is close by. As we move alone past my temper I have picked up the trait of being extremely observant. I can easily read your emotions by just seeing into your eyes or reading your body language or the sound of your voice. I can pick up on habits that you have, even habits that you may not be aware of. To say in other words, I can easily figure you out, it's almost as if you are an open book to me. I hope you are aware of the quote; Our eyes are windows to our soul as this very quote applies to me. My eyes reveal all of what I am feeling for a minimal time before I mask them over, it only takes one quick glance at the right timing to discover what I am feeling. That is why I hardly let anyone look into my eyes as I don't want them to figure me out. To me showing emotions is showing weakness and I hate doing so, emotions are our enemies, never our allies. I have trust issues as you can see so I hardly let anyone in, trust comes as in respect to me so once you gain my respect you are close to gaining my trust. Once you gain my trust I remain loyal to you, always standing by your side no matter what and offering what ever advice I can give. I'm wise I can tell you though I always give my advice in quotes and riddles, wanting to one I tell to think through it instead of giving them the answer straight forward. Nothing ever comes easy. I am not the forgiving type, I hardly give second chances unless one truly deserves it in my eyes. It takes a moment to forgive but it takes a lifetime to forget. We easily forgive without even knowing it, but that one memory, that one moment they betrayed us will always stay deep within our mind. No matter what memories stay and sometimes they aren't friendly.

I was born a stray to place it simply, my father had abandoned my mother and I once I was born, wanting nothing to do with us. I was the soul survivor of my litter, my siblings not surviving the harsh winter that hit. My mother was in great depression for months, which forced me to fend for myself. For over a year I learned to survive on my own and caring for my mother at the time. For days on end I would have to fight other dogs just to get a scrap of meat or bread. It was one day that I lost my mother to a pack of dogs- I was out scavenging for food, I had found plenty for the both of us to last perhaps a good week. I was heading back when I heard numerous growls and whimpers of pain. Predicitng to worse I released the food and ran down towards the alleyway my mother and I occupied in. It was there that I saw multiple male dogs all attacking my mother, asking her one question. Where is he? Where is your lone pup? Upon instinct I attacked the male pinning her down and all hell ran loose. Once they caught wind of who I was they all attacked at once, snarling and biting at my fur. My fur coat protected me from the harsh bites but not well enough. Minutes later that felt like hours, they retreated many of them wounded and limping. Though one stood behind and emereged from the shadows, a white rusty colored great pyrenees with hard brown eyes. I watched him from where I layed with empty eyes as he walked with false confidence and his head held high. I remember as he chuckled down venomously at me and whispered those words. "No pup of my lineage deserves to be born. Everyone becomes a monster and such monsters shall no longer walk this earth. Farewell my son." Was all he spoke before his paw came down on me. It was hours before I awoke again, the moon was falling close to daybreak. The haunting sound of my mother's painful whimpers reached my ears and at once I rose up to my paws and limped towards her. As I layed down beside her each one of her whimpers was like a blow to my heart, watching as my mother gave into the pain. I layed there with her for hours, cleansing her wounds to wash away away the blood. It was the next night that her body turned cold and the whimpers ended. It was that night that all emotions left my eyes. When dawn came I licked my mother's ear in a last goodbye and limped away, coated in my mother's and my own blood and many scars to remind me, especially the one delivered by my father, the one jagged scar that goes straight across my left eye. To this day I've been on my own and to this day I have survived.

I have never seen much into the subject of love nor ever thought of having a mate, but I would like to have pups someday. I don't see much for the reason of love as some use it as a upperhand towards us, but I've seen what it can do I can tell you that I yearn for that feeling, but have never came across it with a female. It will be foreign to me I'm aware of that, but I await the for when one comes across and finds their way into my heart, to love the beast with many scars and flaws. That will be the day that the shackels fall and the redemption arrives.

Some things that I like is obviously being alone, I enjoy the peacefuly silence that dwindles in the air, the calming aura of nature around you. I like nature, everything is natural around you. Mother Nature knows when to stop and when to destroy. I also have a strange attraction to thunder storms, don't ask why but I like the booming and crackling sounds of the the thunder and lightning. Storms are in the sky but what else I like gazing up there are the stars, so many out there that we aren't even aware of. It's like no other.

What I dislike would have to be distrubed peaceful silence, I don't understand why people can't take a chance to sit still and listen. I also tend to dislike jealousy, there's no point to it to me as the only thing you will hurt is yourself, the one you are using, and the one you want to get jealous. I don't like having to show my emotions and showing weakness, there's no telling what could happen with one give away. I tend to not take a very good liking towards brutes that are conceited, faes that throw themselves and mostly know it alls. I also don't like when one complains, I'm silently pleading in my mind for you to shut up, but I don't want to be rude so I stay quiet.

Ah fears, the things that prevent everybody from being in peace. One major fear of mine is people betraying my trust, I fear that they will stab me in the back and leave me there to rot. When I give you my trust I'm giving you a part of me and once you betray me, you rip that part of me to shreds. I guess which leads to my trust issues. Being in small tight spaces is another one of my fears, I panic when I'm locked in a tight room and I get this hollow feeling in my stomach. Not being able to read someone through their eyes or body language, it frightens me beyond belief. When I can't interpret someone, I feel lost and helpless. Reading them helps me understand without words and when I can't do that, I panic. Death. The most common fear among all. Yes I fear death just as much as anybody, I know that it's going to come one day but I can't help but fear that very day that it will arrive.

Shall I say I live a life of solitude and to place it in simpler words, I am classified as a loner. I'm aware of the pack the roams the streets and I steer away from them as much as I can. I have no plans to join them but if an offer is placed I may suggest it but for now I roam as one.

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{Accepted c:

-- tokyo.

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{Bump

-- 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.

done c:

[anxiety).]

{Accepted c:
I'm going to see if anyone wants to start

-- tokyo.

[s h i f t;;]

I'm done with my forms. Sorry the brute's is so ugly. Lost all inspiration for his form. >.<}
{And a little bump for you.}