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When can we make out first post(s)? ^^;

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Could I make another dog?

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((actually, your first isn't accepted. fill out the form like the others, put information on the side. and, you can't have a yorkie with a TIARA)




Could I make another dog?

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Mallory
Female
Dalmation
Single
No Crush

First post::

Mallory trotted around, shivering in the brisk morning air. She sat in her den, watching her camp. The large amount of caves shone dearly in the dark, not wanting to be seen. The dalmation barked sharply, walking out of her den. She poked her head in Phantom's, Then Chief's, and soon all the dens, barking again to wake them.

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♡ Sasha laughed gleefully as she bounced from one garbage bag to another. Sasha's little claws would often tear the bag in places so that human leftovers and other useless things would pour out the side; after her little prancing game, she would likely inspect each of the bags she jumped on to find anything worth eating. Well, anything was worth eating in this junkyard. Sasha continued her game until she lost her footing and slipped off a pile of three bags; she yelped and fell in a weird twist to the ground, landing harshly on her side as she let out an oomph. A gross looking banana peel slid out of a hole of a garbage bag and landed splat on her forehead. She whined and knocked it off with a small paw. She sighed and looked to the side, ears perking as she spotted her brother Zorro. She was happy to see him, yet embarrassed of her unexpected fall. Her cheeks warmed as she felt awkward, even though the weather was cold and the wind hit her right in the face.

[lady windle.]

P O N G O
Pongo ; male dalmatian ; fighter ; with - no one ; location - den

❝The brute had not been asleep just resting his eyes, he had had been able to sleep for long periods of time in weeks. All he did was lay in his den and stare up at the empty sky. His black floppy ears laid back on his head and his tail wrapped around his rear end, the dalmatian sighed. He was in peace and quiet till the barks of their alpha rang into his den and into his ears. He held back a growl not liking or enjoying her wake up calls. Pulling himself out of the den he looks after the alpha dalmatian and rolls his deep brown eyes just a tad. Was this just an every day call? Or was something going? He stood ready for anything.

P E R D I T A
Perdy ; female dalmatian ; fighter ; with - no one ; location - den

❝The female was curled in a small white ball in the corn of her den, deep in sleep and lost in a dream of the world out there that maybe one day she could make and call her own. The tip of her white tail flicked up and down as the dream took the correct path down the smiling road she wanted to travel but all of that was gone in the quick and loud bark of the alpha female. The female lifted her head and looked to the door of her den to see just the shadow of the female moving away. Standing, plenty of room in the den to do so, she shook out pelt stretched and made her way out into yet another wonderful day.

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Mallory
Dalmation
No Crush

Mallory knew this wasn't a normal day. Crows were everywhere, even perched on Perdita's den. She growled, fur standing on her neck. A dark and eerie presence filled the camp, blacking out the beautiful sunset. Howling entered, and Mallory barked, it turning into another growl. She heard Chief stalk to the edge of camp, the large brute baring his teeth at darkness. Mallory saw Phantom, the sly fox-like coonhound, snarl. A wolf was entering the presence of camp.

[Delena❤]

X X X

Name:

"Hey, I'm Kodiak, named after the city in Alaska."

Nickname:

"You can call me Kodi if you want I really don't care."

Gender:

"I am a male or brute, whichever one you would rather call it. I don't look, sound or act like a fae, so I don't understand how you could mistake me for one."

Age:

"I am 3 years old, a full-grown adult."

Breed:

"I am a purebred Siberian Husky. I am not mixed with any breed, just a plain Siberian Husky."

Pack:

"I am a member of the Junkyard Dogs. You could call it a pack I guess if you'd like to."

Rank:

"I am a fighter, and a very good one at that."

Rank Wanted:

"Well, I would love to be the beta. What, did you think I was going to say alpha? I wouldn't exactly want to be the leader, or have all of that attention on me. All of those eyes expecting you to do the right thing..."

Family:

"I don't remember much about my family. My parents and siblings were all huskies, that's all I remember. I think I had 4 siblings, I'm not sure."

Crush:

"I have no crush at the moment, but I am a flirt at times, I must admit."

Spayed/Neutered?:

"No, I am not neutered."

Mate:

"I have no mate, and I never have had a mate. I would like one, though."

Looking for in a mate:

"If I got a mate, she would have to be sweet, kind, loving, caring, loyal, playful, energetic, intelligent, daring, and she would have to love me for my personality."

Pups:

"I have no pups, but once I get a mate I would like to have a few."

Sexuality:

"I am straight, no doubt about that. One hundred thousand percent positive that I am straight, like that stick over there."

History:

"Well, here we go. I was bred to be a sled dog, and so when I was 2 months old, I was bought by a sled dog company. At that time I was only a small pup, and I didn't have the strength to pull a sled with three people on it by myself. I pulled and pulled and pulled but the sled only budged a bit. I was whipped, smacked, hit, kicked, thrown, and tortured to pull harder, when I couldn't. I fainted at the end of each training session, and they beat me the second I woke up. I was terrified of humans. I went from a happy, playful, friendly pup, to a terrified, aggressive, dominant pup. After a month I could easily pull the sled by myself, but I was beaten anyway, to make my strong muscles stronger, and my big body bigger. I was then teamed up with seven other dogs. I was in the front, with a beautiful female with blue eyes named Aurora. With her speed and my strength and speed, we pulled the sled so fast that the dogs in the back were dragged along sometimes. Behind her there was a brute named Bandit, who I was good friends with. The three of us were the best dogs pulling the sled. During breaks we would always hang out together, and I developed a crush on Aurora. When a new dog came and accidentally hit the button to unlock all the cages, we escaped, Aurora, Bandit, and I traveling together. One night as Aurora slept Bandit had a little talk with me. "Don't touch Aurora. She's mine," he growled, glaring at me. I was taken aback. "What do you mean?" I asked, cocking my head. "You know what I mean. I see the way you look at her. She's mine, she loves me," he growled, standing up. "Just because you like her doesn't mean she's yours," I snapped, standing up. "Really? How about you fight me for her?" Bandit barked, shifting into a fighting position. "That's fine with me," I barked back, laughing bitterly. I knew I would win. Bandit rushed at me. He was stronger than I expected, but I still over-powered him. When I finally stood over him, his blood on my teeth and his neck bleeding, I turned to the left to see Aurora standing there in shock. I stepped away from him, the glint in my eyes going away. "You don't understand, he-" I began, before she got me off. "No, I think I understand perfectly. You just tried to kill him," she snapped, walking past me to him, glaring at me. Did she not see my ear bleeding? Did she not see the blood from the scratch on my cheek running down my face. Did she not see the chunk of my skin that was taken out of my stomach? Apparently not. All she cared about was the stupid bleeding teeth marks on Bandit's neck. "Fine," I growled at her, "If you don't want to believe me, then don't. Go run away with him. But, I thought you loved me," I said, my eyes looking sadly at her, confused. "I used to like both of you, but now I only like one of you. I despise the other one," she snarled before turning back to Bandit. I stood there, watching them for a minute before I ran away, hurt in my eyes. He was a Bandit, alright. He stole her heart from me. As I ran, my hurt turned into anger. I stopped at a cliff, fuming. I howled a low, mournful howl, with a bit of anger in it, hoping she would hear it. I then continued on my way. I was depressed. I did not eat, drink, or sleep. I just traveled, slowly killing myself. My injuries had not healed. One day I fainted when I was fairly close to civilization. I woke up in a home, and I quickly escaped. I made my way her and joined the Junkyard Dogs. I became a fighter, and that's where I've been ever since. One would think that I would not like to flirt, but I do. I do it to taunt the old image of Aurora that I still have in my head."

Personality:

Kodiak is the type of dog that will not bother you unless you bother him. If you try to hurt him or someone he loves, he will be brutal and will not hesitate to kill you. He is one of those calm, loyal brutes that keep to themselves. His tough, mysterious personality and strong looks attract many females. Kodiak has never opened up to anyone since what happened that night with Aurora and Bandit, but if you get him to open up to you, you will love him. On the outside, he is a calm, careless brute, until you bother him. Then, he is brutal and deadly. But on the inside, Kodiak is sweet, kind, loving, gentle, caring, playful, and friendly. He would make a great mate and father.

Den:

"Here is a picture of my den."

Other:

"Uh, nope. That's all."

X X X X X

Name:

"Hi, I'm Bambi."

Nickname:

"I don't really have a nickname. Sometimes people call me Bamb or B. You can call me anything, I don't really care."

Gender:

"I'm a girl!"

Age:

"I'm only 3 months old."

Breed:

"I'm a purebred Shiba Inu."

Pack:

"I am a Junkyard Dog."

Rank:

"I'm a puppy!"

Rank Wanted:

"When I'm older, I want to be the alpha of the pack!"

Family:

"I don't know where any of my family is. I'm pretty lonely, because I don't know any other pups that I could play with. Some of the big dogs try to cheer me up, but it doesn't really help."

Crush:

"Ewwwww!"

Spayed/Neutered?:

"I'm too young!"

Mate:

"No way!"

Looking for in a mate:

"Well, he would have to be a strong, handsome, fun, funny boy!"

Pups:

"I am a pup silly!"

Sexuality:

"I don't know what this is, but the big dogs told me to say straight."

In Heat?:

"The big dogs also told me to say no, I'm too young. What does that mean anyway? Is it like when you're hot in the warm months?"

History:

"I was born to two purebred Shiba Inus and I had 3 siblings, 2 sisters and a brother. I was adopted into a different family at 2 months old. I spent a week trying to escape, and I finally did. I found this pack and I've been here for 3 weeks now."

Personality:

Bambi is a sweet, gentle, kind puppy. She isn't one of those rude pups that think they're the boss of everyone. Bambi is very helpful, and her adorable eyes can charm just about anyone into doing what she wants them to. She is very shy, but if you get her to open up to you, it will be worth it, because she is tons of fun! If Bambi is with friends, she often gets in trouble for being mischievous. She can be quite persuasive and deceptive.

Den:

"This is my den."

Other:

"I just really want a friend to play with."

[lady windle.]

P O N G O
Pongo ; male dalmatian ; fighter ; with - Mallory ; location – pack grounds ; mate / crush – no one

❝His eyes flicked around his ears up on his head as much as floppy ears could be held his tail out behind him nose flicking on his maw. His eyes moved sharply to Mallory as he heard her growl and snarl and then howl and growl again. His fur began to rise and he took into a prance in her direction his eyes locked on her for just a moment till he followed her stare in the direction that she was looking. What was out there? He couldn't help but wonder as he dipped his head to her and came to her flank "What is going on ma'am?" he had always been taught to use respect when talking to dogs over him rather male and female and Mallory was no different. He held to her flank eyes scanning around.

P E R D I T A
Perdy ; female dalmatian ; fighter ; with - no one ; location – den ; mate / crush – no one

❝Her eyes quickly flicked up to her den to see the crows perched all about, what was that all about? Her head turned to watch Mallory paw off and Pongo come to her Flank. The mood was off and eerie she didn't really like. Her ears laid back and her blue eyes took in the areas something was wrong, maybe very wrong? Her ears rose up as much as they would and she listened, ready to run, fight, or give an alarm. Who knew? She took in a deep breath of the air around her.

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If she is a chocolate lab wull that work?