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⚓ Name/Nicknames ⚓ This is Ginger! She was named after a teddy bear her old owner had. She dose not have any nicknames, but Ginger dose not mind if you make one up that is nice.
⚓ Age ⚓ Ginger is only three an a half years old, Her birthday is April 28th.
⚓ Gender ⚓ Ginger is defiantly a female, she has the parts to prove it!
⚓ Birthplace ⚓ She was born in Portland, Maine, The big city! When she was born here she was a winter pup, meaning she was born in the winter time. (And in Maine winter is Terrible!)
⚓ Breed ⚓ Ginger is a Australian Shepard! She is a awesome runner thanks to her breed.
⚓ Eye color/Fur color ⚓ Heterochromia iridum (Has one blue eye/brown eye). Gingers fur color is Tan, black, grey, and white.
⚓ Makings/scars ⚓ She has black dots all around her back. For scars she has a big scar down her side from trying to escape from the pound as a pup.
⚓ Likes/Dislikes ⚓ What Ginger likes is, Males, Running, hunting, helping others that help her, fighting, and pups. What Ginger dislikes are, bigger dogs (Feeling dominated), Spiders, snakes, Rude dogs, Rats, and jerks
⚓ Personality ⚓ Ginger is a Nice, kind, fun, funny dog that is a awesome runner, fighter, and thinker. Ginger always is a good sport when it comes to sharing food or other stuff. he will never start a fight, unless it was meant to happen.
⚓ History ⚓When she was born she did not see her father that much because of all the times he was in the pound for being caught. Her mother was by her side most of the time growing up. She would say she had a normal life growing up.
⚓ Family ⚓Gingers father, a Australian Shepard) was a master of escape, he got caught by the pound plenty of times and kept escaping. Her mother was a normal everyday dog that obeyed the rules and stayed low from all the other dogs.
⚓ crush ⚓Ginger dose not have a crush right at the moment but has had plenty in the past though.
⚓ Mate ⚓A mate is out of the question, Ginger has never found any other dog that loved her for herself.
⚓ Pups ⚓Ginger has never had any pups, she would love to have a few pups of her own with a mate. She is hoping to have mostly boys out of the litter.
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[Cyphron]

I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone
I long for that feeling to not feel at all
The higher I get the lower I'll sink
I can't drown my demons they know
how to swim. Can you feel my heart?
Can you hear the silence? Can you see
the dark? Can you fix the broken? Can
you feel, can you feel my heart?

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.

Take me to the sun
I feel I'm chasing rainbows
And now I'm lost and all alone
Waiting for a chance to
Sink my teeth into
Another desperation
Now into your room in
Paradise

Hello there, it's nice to see a new face. My name is Shattered Truth though you can call me True as it is shorter. I don't know where I got my name, all I know is that my big brother gave it to me when he found me. He probably came up with it because all that I speak is the truth and I guess sometimes you can say that it shatters others when they hear it. Maybe that's why everybody tells a lie, to protect those they care about but in the end isn't it going to hurt them more when they find out on their own? Well that's what I think and that is why I always tell the truth. Like for instance I am in fact a female and I will never be a male. Is it weird to imagine at times how it would be to be a male? I like being a female but I can't help but wonder. Oh, sorry I'm getting off topic, one last thing is that I am six months old. Yup I'm bigger and stronger than any other pup.

True is a smaller than average Australian Shepherd which explains as why she is known as a runt. Her coat is one known as a red merle with a light rusty colored pelt with white forming at the middle of her head and cascading down towards her muzzle and circling around, making a mask like appearance. She has a dark splotch around her left eye that can be mistaken for wet fur but is truly part of her coat. Her paws are decorated with white as so is her chest area which creates a 'v' like shape. Her eyes are a beautiful sight with them being a pair of light green to her left and her right with a bright icy blue, but they are blessed with a curse. It may not seem like it but this little True is blind which leads to why she always sticks by her big brother. With that she also has a small scar on her right forepaw that starts from the middle of her two edge claws and goes upwards before forming a small hook.

Much like most pups her age True is very energetic and curious, not being able to stand still for more than ten seconds. She is always bounding with energy and found wandering about despite her disability. Her blindness doesn't seem to stop her exploring time in fact it makes her progress even more to explore and scent out what is out there that she can't see. She loves guessing what an object is by using her other senses and her and her older brother called this, the 'senses game' where the little pup uses all her four senses to figure out what the object is. For someone her age True is very wise and can understand things most pups wouldn't. She can't stand to hear others fighting so when she encounters two dogs having an argument this pup would get in between and demand to know what is happening. She will listen to both stories and resolve to compromising to make everyone happy and offer advice to them to aid them in the mere future. This blind pup is also empathetic and if she is close to someone that is sad or crying she would do her best to comfort them and whimper with them, even shed a tear or two. With being empathetic she is also very readable with her expressions, not being able to hide them well unlike her brother White Fang. Anybody could take a glance at her and know how she is feeling and this is what she hates. She hates being vulnerable and others taking pity on her and with her being sightless just makes it worse. Everyone has a dark side to them and sadly enough so does this pup. True is very deceiving and very manipulative, having the ability to smooth talk to anyone to get what she wants or easily believe her. Luring dogs into telling her their deepest darkest secrets, ones they will never tell anyone is her specialty and even though she doesn't like it she will do it f necessary. Everyone thinks that she is gullible and naïve just because she is young but True does everything to prove them wrong, deceiving being it if she has to. She is also very vicious and aggressive when provoked or her brother is being threatened or someone she cares about. She will stop at nothing to ensure the safety of her loved ones and you bet this little one has a temper. Being stubborn is her specialty and no one can ever make her change her mind once she is dead set on something, not even White Fang. At ease with others Shattered Truth will be her original self and be bounding and leaping around though never get on her bad side as this pup has flaws and isn't afraid to show them.

There is always one out there that has a rough life and nothing ever comes easy to them. Sadly True had fallen victim to becoming one of those. Truth was born into a litter of five, her mother being a household dog and her father being a stray that would sneak into the house now and then to visit the pups. Being the soul red merle True was isolated away from her siblings by her mother, the small pup being blind becoming the breaking point. Her mother went as far to refusing to feed her and would snap or growl at her every time she tried to eat. The owners did nothing to help as they figured with her being blind there was no hope for her survival. With her mother refusing to feed and her and even taking her out of the comfort of the bed and onto the cold wooden floor it was prone that the pup would die either way, if it was to be by starvation or coldness. Over time a miracle occurred and True was able to survive, no one having a clue on how. She spent time playing around with her brothers and sister after they realized she wasn't so bad and even guided her through some obstacles when she was learning to adapt with her disability. Her mom watched from a distance with disgrace towards True and had enough when she stared to fit in. In the evening her mother forced to her father to take True and leave her out on the streets. With slight hesitation and with a tad of convincing her dad gave in and took the small pup when he left. Walking a good distance away from the house, he left her in a dark alleyway and with a muttered sorry and lick he walked away without a second glance. True stood in the dark alleyway with confusion and started whimpering and crying, pleading for her father to come back. Hours of whimpering and howling with no response the little aussie gave up and laid down where she stood, sniffling now and then before curling into a ball to convert herself into solitude. It was moments before she felt a thundering sound beneath her, ears pricking up in high alert. Raising up her head True shook in fear and backed away as the thundering came closer and closer until she could practically smell whoever or whatever it was close to her. With the scent it was clearly another dog and a large one at that with the thundering steps it made when it walked. She whimpered until the dog lightly nudged her and muttered soothing words to her, telling her everything was going to be alright. The large dog took her in and provided everything for her, True learning everything about him over time and his name, White Fang. It wasn't long before the two became close and she proclaimed the Great Pryenees her big brother.

True is barely a pup so she sees no rush into the subject of love and when she is old enough she knows that White Fang would go into full guard mode. Most likely go as far as keeping her away from every male in sight. Though the way she looks at it now she sees love as something others use as a leverage to make others do things for them. Much like her brother she doesn't believe in love and it would take a lot for someone to make that fairytale dream come back to life once she gets older. All she would need is a little push into the right direction. Although she does have doubts that anyone would love her, insecurities get in the way and she is taken to the wrong route by them. Like before it is going to take mounts of patience to get this girl to believe.

There are many things this pup takes a liking to and exploring would be at the top of the list. If she would to enter a new territory she knows she will be staying in for awhile, True would do everything in her power to explore and memorize every little inch. She also loves water and would splash around all day in it if she was allowed to, thus when it rains is when you see True jumping around and playing in the puddles. She takes a liking to nature thanks to her brother and pawing around with a leaf if she finds one. She can easily get distracted so anything she can play with is what True will take a liking to. This pup is nocturnal and would stay up all night just to listen to the crickets chirp so the night is a must for her. A little rebel she is and she loves disobeying and would do the exact opposite of what you tell her.

There are few things True doesn't like and here they are. She can't stand utter silence and would do anything to get noise going. Thunder storms are her weakness and she will shield herself in White Fang's thick fur until the storm is over. Others who look down on or pity her for her blindness sets her off and your ear would be talked off if a word was spoken. Lying irritates True beyond belief and she will bark and bother until you tell the truth. Dogs who think they are superior to others and not equal is a major disliking of the little aussie and nothing will stop her until she knows you see others as equal to you.

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