1x1 Between myself and LoneWolf-Gage: More than Puppy Love?

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When two lone dogs meet in the forest, what could happen? Will these two become life-long enemies? Or could it be, more than puppy love?

(Cheesy title and all, I know. If ya want it changed, just PM me.)

♣Name:♣
Felcia
♣Meaning:♣
Her name is polish for Luck.
♣Gender:♣
Felcia is a female.
♣Age:♣
She around 3 years, so an adult.
♣Breed:♣
She is a purebred Rottweiler.
♣Personality:♣
Feclia is very soft spoken. She is also a sweet heart. Along with the sweetness, Feclia is a little fireball of energy! She'll made friends with anyone, and try almost anything once. So really with Feclia you have the soft and fragile heart and a ton of energy. This.. Can be bad for her. She is a little too trusting, making her open to hurt. It doesn't take much to upset, and she can't stand being yelled at. Really what she needs is someone to protect her from the world.
♣History:♣
Felcia's parents lived with a family before Feclia was born. But the family moved away, and left their pets behind. The pair hung around the house for about a week, waiting on the family to return. When they didn't the pair took to the forest surrounding the ranch style house they had lived it. They found a small group of wild dogs, who they stayed with until after Felcia was born and she was around 6 months old. From then on, she lived with her parents. When she almost 2 years old, her parents where killed. They had gotten into a fight with some other wold dogs, and lost. Felcia was able to get away. She later came back, and took the necklace from her mother's neck, slipping it around her own. From then on, Felcia lived as a loner, making a few friends here and there, but eventually leaving them.
♣Accessories:♣
She has a silver necklace with a clover pendant, and two silver stud earrings in her left ear...
♣Other:♣
Her eyes are two different colors. One is a light sea foam green. the other is a dark forest green.

[LoneWolf-Gage]

Registered Name:
Quinhagak
Name:
Quin
Age:
3.5 years
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Quin is the more calm of his siblings. He is observant and takes everything into account before he acts. The fact that he is calm and is able to stay calm in the face of danger and aggression makes most think that he is weak. It is a mistake that many have made. When backed into a corner or put in a position where he can not get out without a fight, Quin seems to become a very different dog. Aggressive, dangerous, and even deadly. When put into a position where he had to fight Quin can hold his own against the strongest of fighters. After all he was raised in a small Alaskan village where he had fought against bears and leopard seals. When he is not engaged in a fight Quin is mostly quiet and observant. However being raised with five siblings he is able to keep up with most anyone with high energy levels. He is not quick to fight unless someone he cares for feels threatened or is in danger.
History:
Quin was one of six pups born in the small Eskimo village of Chevak. His parents were the leaders of the pack that ran the town and the surrounding territory. Quin spent most of his life in that snow covered paradise. The human that his parents stayed with was always kind to him and his siblings. However that nearly came to an end one day. when Quin was about a year and a half, The old man and his father, along with a few other men and dogs from the town, went out hunting for the town and pack but did not com back. Most were worried but stayed in the town. Quin had heard a couple dogs laughing about how a large white bear had attacked the hunting party. He heard them say that his father had been killed with the old man and they should console Quin's mother. Quin warned his family of what he had heard and his brothers dealt with the dogs that had run their muzzles, while Quin went out into the darkness of the Alaskan wilderness to find his father and the others. He found them and found that they had in fact been attacked but not by a bear. The bite marks were dog and the sent matched the village dogs that had been telling them about the attack. The hunting group were still alive but cold. Most of the humans that had went out with the old man were young and most could still walk some. Their dogs were wounded from fighting off the other dogs. Quin knew that if he did not act fast the sent of blood would attract more danger and or they would all freeze. He saw the younger men getting to their feet and trying to carry their dogs home. However it looked like his father and the old man had taken the blunt of the attack. Quin went back to town and got into his fathers harness that was attached to a sled. Two of his brothers stepped into two of the other harnesses and went with him. Quin and his brothers got the old man and their father onto the sled and back to town. The villagers helped the old man and their father, Chevak, into the house and treated their wounds. When Quin went to deal with the others he found his sister was already after them and fighting. Quin and his brothers jumped in and they ran the traitors out of town.
After his father was healed up Quin told then that he was leaving. That he needed to cut his own path in life.
From there he traveled most of Alaska and fought when he had to. He trained a lot to keep himself in shape and his skills sharp. He got into a fight with a large male polar bear once and received scars across his back before his victory. Since then he had traveled south to see what the world had in store for him.

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(Wanna start us off?)

[LoneWolf-Gage]

=i can once i get home from work. but that wont b until 2 am.=

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(Alright. Do you want me to wait for you to post, go ahead and post my first post or what?)

[LoneWolf-Gage]

You can start if you like.

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(alright)

Felcia awoke with a start. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she realized that the fight she had been running from, was just a dream. Shaking her head, the young fea crawled from the den of tree roots. Settling down outside her den, she set about washing her fur. As she did so, she contemplated what she would do that day. Most of her normal days consisted of walking further in a random direction, exploring as she went. Most days she found nothing. Others, she found new friends, or cool places. Two things she had seen so far in her travels? A rat who could talk to wolves, and a beautiful waterfall. Both she had spent days with, before finally moving on.

[LoneWolf-Gage]

Quinhagak had been on the move since before dawn. It was a habit that he had yet to break from his homeland and from his father. The large German Shepherd moved threw the forest as silent as the grave until he found what he had been looking for. There before him in an open meadow just this side of the river was a large herd of white tail deer. Quinhagak's golden eyes scanned the herd until he found the leader of the herd. That was the largest and most powerful male in the herd. Quinhagak silently stalked closer being very precise with his movements. When the moment was right he bolted across the meadow and sank his razor sharp fangs into the buck's neck before he knew what had happened. The weight from the Shepherd and the extra force from the bolted run forced the buck to the ground. Quinhagak held him there for a moment as the rest of the herd scattered into the forest, Then he tore the jugular from the buck's neck before he raised his head and looked around to see if anyone was around. When he saw no one he started to eat. Quinhagak had been in this forest for nearing a week and had not seem many other canines. Those he had seen seemed to be nothing more that pups who had ventured too far from home. He put the thought out of his mind and went back to his meal.

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After giving her front paw a final lick, Felcia dropped the foot and looked around. Today, she decided, would be like any other day. Walk for a while, hunt around sun-high, and walk until dusk. Felcia smiled. The rottweiler picked herself up, and started walking in a random direction. Little did she know, she was heading right for a herd of scattering white tail deer and their attacker.

[LoneWolf-Gage]

Quinhagak was eating his catch when he caught another sent heading right for him. By sent alone he knew it was a female. However would she knowingly be walking right towards a strand male with a fresh kill to guard? 'Maybe, if shes hungry.' He thought as he lifted his head from his meal and looked in the direction the sent was blowing in from.