Pound- rp

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Collar
~You Can't Tame Me~
Name;Danger
Gender;Brute
Age;5 Years
Breed;Doberman
Personality;Danger is an aggressive, Aloof, Indepedent, And clever brute. He can be mischievous with his ways and quick on his paws. These beautiful traits make him a skilled prey stealer, he doesn't fear the rules and what the pack may do to him. He prefers to not be the starter of a conversation, due to him being so independent, he would most likely turn away if a dog was to confront him. Danger can be quite rude and upfront when you first meet him, but if your able to break his horrible barrier, then you may just be his friend, or more.
History;Danger was born as a purebred, once he was old enough to not nurse from his mother, he was sold to a fight house owner. Growing up to be a fighter, the Doberman soon grew his aggressive ways and became a cold aggressive fighter, that he is today. He was most appreciated by his owner and was adored by the man, due to him being the best fighter as of now. It all tumbled down when his owner was token away by the police, and animal control came. The Doberman was unlucky to get out of the mans grasp.
Rank;--
Desired Rank;--
BodyBuild;Larger than his breed and muscular
Kin;--
Crush;--
Mate;--
Befriended;Pm me
Enemies;Pm Me
Offspring;--
Other;

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Name:Radia
Age:4 yrs
Gender:female
Species:chocolate doberman
Personality:Overprotective,motherly, kind, gentle-but aggresive sometimes-
Collar:you can't tame me
crush:Danger
Mate:-.-
offspring:-.-
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[rogan]

Oskova moaned, his head aching. He had been cooped up in
this cage forever. He stood up and stretched as the people walked
by, he yawned.

[-Nightingale-]

Magenta reliezed this new dog was shy. "Oh.Don't worry. You'll have plenty of space, and plenty of time to shape up. Well, not really the shape up thing, but you will have space. At the other shelters, there are special rooms if you want to be alone." Magenta yawned."Well, I'll give you space." she went to the other corner of her kennel,and saw Oscava in the kennel next to her. "Hi." she said. She looked at his name tag. "Sorry I talk alot, Os-acve-'ay." she tilted her head. "Umm... how do you pronounce that name of yours. Oh and, sorry, I talk a lot, when I get nervous it happens."

[rogan]

Oskova's ears perked up, It's pronounced; 'Oh—OHSKA—vay'.
You are? He barked, now sitting down. Then looked at the Fae.
Don't mind that. I get aggressive when I'm bothered.
He joked, tilting his head.

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Danger snarled as he glared up at the handlers that gripped onto his spiked collar that bestowed upon his broad neck. Baring his fangs, he pulled at the leash, backing away into another mans legs, the brute was surrounded. After several growling, lunging and biting sequences, the brute was eventually muzzled but he still fought as he entered the kennel room. Pinning his ears back, the dobermans growls were muffled as he leaped up at the man. Being forced into a cage, Danger circled it crazily, he wasn't used to this type of small surroundings at all. The top fighter usually was chained to the only dog house at the fight house, and was fed with raw meat, he knew he wouldn't be able to adapt to this certain kind of environment.

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Raven
"Oh just wait a few years it get so much better." She said sarcastically to the new arrivals, whomever were listening. She kept her head on her paws and didn't look at anyone. She knew it was tough for the first day being in the kennel but it got the tiniest bit better, but only because she gave up on getting out after a few months of her friends going home.

(Who is the dog/dogs in your sig, inquisitor?)

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(Who is the dog/dogs in your sig, inquisitor?)

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(Bump, sorry to double post.)

[-Nightingale-]

anyone gonna start the rp?))