C o u n t r y S t r a y s | Dog Rp | Open & Accepting

[Lothlórien]

Ester

Ester watched the brute as he spoke now. He seemed to be the joking sort and she did smile a little as he talked about being over sized. Was the fae in the den his mate? Probably, that or brother and sister. She was surprised when he invited her to join him to look fro some bedding. She hesitated a moment before nodding. "Al...alright, I'll come." She said walking after him. She had wondered at his hurt expression but didn't ask about it. After all they had just met.

She turned to him wondering if maybe she had found someone she would be able to be friends with. "If you don't mind, may I ask how you came to be here?" She said looking forward again. She couldn't resist one more glance at him before looking around to find bedding for his den. She might as well help him while she was out here. She look at him again. "What kind of bedding are we looking for exactly?"

[Lost Wolf]

Autumn walked out of her den after eating her morning meal."i might as well go gathering herbs and get a drink of water" she sighed.She was starting to get lonley after almost one year of living by herself.As she walked along the river she stopped to get a drink of water as she drank she spotted some other dogs across the river."i better stay away she thought to herself."Slowly she got up and walked ayay back to her den with the two rabbits in her jaws that she had canght earilyer that day.As she walked into her den she stopped dropped the rabbits and decided to go running.Soon she started running through the forest not a care on her mind.

While she was running she started thinking of what it would be like to live with other dogs.It would be easier to hunt if you had other dogs she told herself. But then your constantly mad side would come out when someone was mean to you.As she was running she found herself by the river where she had spotted the other dogs.Maybe they are starting a pack she thought to herself and soon she found herself running closer to the river.She stopped at the waters edge and took a drink to cool her self down.Then she leaped across the river and bounded closer to the dogs to hear what they were saying.

[kay.]

(( There is hardly any water and prey is hard to catch the humans usually shoot them at day ^-^ ))

Cory

Cory padded alongside the fae, watching and sniffing out for what he was looking for under the bright glare of the burning sun. "Just some longer grass that isn't all that burnt for the twisted ankle, maybe some wheat for the rest of the body. Lets hope the humans won't catch us..." he replied, shaking his head of the thought of humans busting them "I was born around these parts, my Border Collie mother was a house dog. She became mates with a stray Labrador, and had a litter of six, five girls and a boy - yeah I had a lot of sisters. They were shipped off somewhere far away at nine weeks, and a male stray family member offered to teach me how to live successfully in the countryside. So he did - my best thing was hunting, and he renamed me Cory from Arch at six months as a reward. However when I was nine months, humans cornered us, he said I am ready to be on my own, and to stay put not making a sound. I did. He ran out, got shot. Been alone until two years but I'd go on forever if I was to tell you what happened after."

Cory saw a few trees stuck together not that far away, and he percked his ears up slightly. "Lets look in the shade, the sun won't reach the grass enough to burn it, maybe there will be some better quality of it there," he told Ester logically, nodding toward the trees. He didn't say anything for a lingering while, just padding on, looking focus on getting to the destination. His mind slowly wandered to what had happened in the past to the fae accompanying him, and whether he should say about what happened next in his story or not.

[Lothlórien]

Ester

Ester nodded as he told her what to look for. She found some brown grass but it was much to brittle to use as anything. She glanced up at the sky, she enjoyed sunny cloudless days, but they could use some rain. It would not only bring prey out but it would also cool things off. She looked at Cory as he mentioned humans, she had almost been shot many times. The story of how he came to be here saddened her. But she wasn't sure this brute would want her sympathy.

She started toward the small patch of trees as Cory suggested they look there for softer grass. Sure enough they found some, it was not much but it would probably do for now. She did wonder about the rest of his past, as she doubted that was where his story ended. But she didn't feel right asking him more about his past when she had said nothing about hers. So she spoke. "I suppose you are wondering about my past. And if you aren't, well, then I guess it doesn't really matter." She looked him and then at the grass before speaking again. "I was born in the middle of no where. I had a brother and two great parents. My aunt also lived with us." She smiled remembering her young puppy days. "We lived a comfy life and had everything we wanted. Until the day the humans moved. They seemed to forget about me, they took everything and everyone, except me. I will never know why I guess." She looked at the fields before them.

"After that I stayed in the house till more humans chased me out. I wandered around for years, mostly by myself. Every now and then I met another dog. Just a few months ago I found a nice little hallowed out tree. It is not to far from here. I liked it there until some hunters came by this morning. So I left and here I am." She looked back at Cory as she finished speaking. It wasn't the most detailed story of her past. But she figured it was enough for now.

[kay.]

(( skittles has quit so what should we use grass for? ))

[Lothlórien]

{Maybe she is going to share his den with him because they are going to stick together, so they are finding grass to make her a little bed like thing?}

[bearcups]

T I T A N

>>Name. <<

His name is Titan, given to him by his previous owners simply due to his size. He thinks it was his fathers choice, and a stupid one at that. His name was also chosen to ward off potential aggressors - after all, who would want to cross the territory of a dog named Titan?

>>Nickname(s). <<

Titan has never had a nickname before. He does remember being called "pup" or "big boy" by his old humans, but now he is a stray he has no nicknames.

>>Gender. <<

Titan is male.

>>Age. <<

Titan is a three year old.

>>Breed. <<

He is an American Bulldog, as were his parents.

>>Personality. <<

Keeping the reputation for his breed, Titan is a proud animal. He is incredibly headstrong and would rather test his own theories than listen to the ideas of others. When it comes to friends and meeting new people, Titan is not the best at it. He has lived with Connie for years and knows only how to cater to her needs. New animals present a threat to him, though he is not aggressive at all. This male would rather settle a dispute by talking rather than fighting, but if he has to he will put his heart into protecting Connie and himself.

If he does, however, make a new friend, he will display a very soft, soppy side of himself that is usually kept private for those he trusts. This basically means that he will show submissive behaviour when around your character, and becomes much more playful than he normally is.

>>History. <<

Titan's life started off the same as the majority of dogs had. He was born to a loving pair of parents with many siblings, living in a human home for the majority of his life. His siblings were sold off, and he remained with his parents. Being the protective male that he was, Titan used to walk his 'boy' to and from the bus stop to school. Then came a day where his 'boy' was being bullied by older humans, and Titan was having none of it. He attacked both of them, and in order to escape being shot by the parents of the bullies or even his owners, he disappeared into the wilderness and hasn't returned.

Halfway into his third month of living life as a stray, Titan met Connie and the two became fast friends, keeping eachother company, and stable, ever since.

>>Likes. <<

Titan likes the rain and thunder storms, as well as chasing small game animals such as squirrels and foxes. He also enjoys chasing cars, cats and bikes but wont ever run into a human populated area to do so.

>>Dislikes. <<

He is not a big fan of the heat, and seriously hates water, meaning he wont ever swim in a lake or face a hose pipe etc.

>>Mate Qualities. <<

I think Titan would just like to have someone who is his total opposite.

>>Theme Song. <<

Hurricane - 30 seconds to Mars

>>Other. <<

Due to living with a very vocal fear-aggressive dog, Titan displays a different kind of aggression. He wont make any noise at all, but if he thinks he needs to fight he will just charge immediately and leave no room for discussion or escape.

>>Secret Crush. <<

None.

>>Crush. <<

None.

>>Mate. <<

None.

>>Pups. <<

None as of yet.

>>Siblings. <<

Younger brother, he has no idea of his location.

>>Other Family. <<

He is unaware of his families location, but does have a younger brother somewhere. Treats Connie as a family member.

C O N N I E

>>Name. <<

Her name is Connie, a name given to her by her mother. When Connie was younger, she looked like she was going to be the sweetest dog a human could ever want, but as she grew she developed a fear based attitude and is now sometimes called 'Cujo' by humans who spot her.

>>Nickname(s). <<

Cujo, from the humans who know her tendencies. Con, from Titan, an affectionate nickname.

>>Gender. <<

Connie is female.

>>Age. <<

Just under two years old.

>>Breed. <<

Connie is a mix of a few different breeds. Her father was a German Shepherd x Alaskan Malamute, and her mother was a Siberian Husky x Rottweiler. She has taken on the aesthetic genetics of her father moreso than her mother.

>>Personality. <<

Ignoring the issues that she has, Connie can be quite the loving girl. She is very submissive towards dogs she can tolerate being around her, and is content to lay in the sun all day with them or go charging through the wilderness, expressing her playful nature and need to run. She is, obviously, a very vocal animal and enjoys howling on a day to day basis. She snorts, grunts, yips, howls and barks more than she speaks, and that is just how she communicates.

>>History. <<

Connie came from a farm. Her parents were born and raised on the ranch, and that was to be her future, too. She grew up on the ranch with her siblings until she hit a year of age, and then, almost mysteriously, disappeared. The truth was, she had been taken by another group of humans who saw her potential as a herding dog who had a lot of energy and had planned to take her far, far away to another ranch and keep her as their own. Fortunately, Connie managed to escape, but not without an encounter with the local dogs first.

She ran out into the wilderness and chose to live her life there, too fearful and anxious to approach the human area (or other dogs) ever again. She does occasionally walk into dog parks, or areas that are populated with domesticated dogs and not strays, but apart from that she will keep her distance permanently.

>>Likes. <<

Chasing and eating rabbits and squirrels, running for long periods of time, getting caught in the rain, sunbathing, anything that squeaks, the smell of fresh food and the night time.

>>Dislikes. <<

Other dogs represent a major trauma for her, and she wont approach them. She is very nervous and fearful around humans, and chooses to avoid them too. Anything man-made is seen as a negative thing. She wont even walk on pathways built by humans for their cars.

>>Mate Qualities. <<

She is not looking for a mate.

>>Heat. <<

No.

>>Theme Song. <<

King - Lauren Aquilina.

>>Other. <<

Connie is an incredibly fear aggressive dog. She will react to new situations with an obvious display of fear, and if approached (by human or dog) she will lash out and be incredibly vocal about it. The noises she makes when scared tend to be loud, high pitched, excited sounding howling noises and exaggerated yelping.

color=#808080]>>Secret Crush. <<[/color]

None.

>>Crush. <<

None.

>>Mate. <<

None.

>>Pups. <<

None.

>>Siblings. <<

None.

>>Other Family. <<

Treats Titan like a family member.

[kay.]

(( Accepted. And okay c: ))

Cory

Cory listened carefully in silence as Ester told her own story. At the end, he realised the humans had not only ruined his life, but the fae's too, and probably many other dogs as well, making him fuming on the inside, although all he managed to say was a quiet 'I'm sorry'. He circled the trees for anymore grass, and found a nice patch but small of long green grass, a rarity around these areas. He picked it with his mouth before returning to Ester. "I-if you are wondering about the rest of my history, I'll tell you."

"When I was two years old, I met an Australian Shepherd called Rosie - she made my heart skip a beat, anyway - we became mates. Six months later, we had a litter of three boys; Richie, Forest and Night. When they were as young as four months, I was out on a hunt alone, Rosie taking care of the pups. I heard shoots from the humans which rarely occurs at night, so I ran over to the place I heard it coming from. I hid in a bush, and couldn't move a muscle from the shock. The humans - they killed my mate and two pups, Richie and Night. Forest was alive, yelping yowling and snapping at the humans to let him go, but they refused, they shoved him in the front of their truck and drove away. I never saw any of them again since then, over a year ago."

Cory had stared at the grass while telling Ester the whole story, shuffling his paws at times. Now he didn't really know why he said the rest, it probably wouldn't make much difference since he didn't want any pity, it just seemed it needed to come out to the world.

[urie]

Quick

[size=85]>>Name. <<
This smart young kelpie's name is Quick. It isn't hard to guess why, especially when you see him run. This name was assigned to him by his old owner, the first day she walked him. It was a bright day, a week after she'd brought the dog home. Yes, she had just been calling him ''Dog'' for weeks, until he ran. And that was it. Quick.

>>Nickname(s). <<
Quick sometimes answers to 'Dog', for the reasons before. If you can shorten Quick to anything, that isn't rude, then he doesn't mind you calling him that.

>>Gender. <<
He is an un-neutered male, even though he lived in captivity for 3 years.

>>Age. <<

Quick has been stray for 2 years, and he was in captivity for 3 years, from a pup, so he is about 5 years of age.

>>Breed. <<
Quick is a purebred kelpie, and comes from a long line of champions. His mother was an agility champion at crufts, and his father was a registered stud dog.

>>Personality. <<
Quick is, quick. Because of his background, he doesn't like to stop. Always on the go, he is always up for anything, except a stop. He has quite a fiery temper, but it only shows when he is annoyed. Strangely, for a dog, he has a condition called, Claustrophobia. Fear of small spaces, or being stuck in somewhere/something.He is generally a rather lucky dog; but sometimes a little too lucky. For example, if you saw a scruffy mongrel next to a purebred kelpie, many would choose the latter. Most dogs would love to have proper food to eat, a bed to sleep in. But Quick can't bear to live with another family, for fear of betraying his last owner.
So, generally, he is a very active, happy dog, but can be snappy at some points.

>>History. <<
It all began in a warm barn. His mother had a healthy litter of 2 female dogs and 3 male. He was the runt of the litter, but he wasn't weak. In fact, he was the most adventurous. 8 weeks passed by in a flash, and soon he was a healthy young male looking for a home. Soon, a middle aged lady took a liking to Quick and took him home with her, training him every day. He soon learnt a huge repertoire of tricks, and competed all over the world. He became a champion, winning firsts over and over again. But one day, one tragic day, all was lost. Quick saw it with his very eyes, the day his mistress died. It was a car crash just outside Quick's house. He knew she was dead so he ran, out into the countryside, as a stray.

>>Likes. <<
Quick loves anything physical, running, swimming, agility, flyball... the list goes on. He also has a liking for puppies, and loves to playfight with them, but never hurts them. He is rather independent so he also likes to have some alone time, to himself. A secret love for cocktail sausages is also embedded deep in his heart.
>>Dislikes. <<
Staying still. He cannot stand staying still. Whether it be resting or sleeping. The truth is, if he ever doses off, he remembers and dreams the car accident. He hates that, so he is always on night patrol. He also is terrified of loud noises, shouting, fireworks, thunderstorms... And, like I mentioned before, he is claustrophobic.

>>Mate Qualities. <<
He wants someone affectionate that would like puppies. Someone he can share secrets with, and be fully trustworthy. He would also like to have a nice running partner, too

>>Theme Song. <<
Learn To Fly, Josh woodward (It's my favourite song but it's inspirational, like Quick )

>>Other. <<
This is my first RP that i am trying out for that is advanced. I've done semi-lit, but not fully lit, so I am sorry if I am not up to standards.

color=#808080]>>Secret Crush. <<[/color]
None at the moment, ut he is reasonably flirty so...


>>Crush. <<
Nope, not at the moment

>>Mate. <<
None yet

>>Pups. <<
None yet
>>Siblings. <<
3 sisters and 1 brother, unknown.

>>Other Family. <<
Father + mother ( possibly deceased)

[Lothlórien]

Ester

Ester watched Cory as he plucked up the grass. He came back around to stand by her and he spoke of the rest of his past. She found herself feeling terribly bad for him. She tried not to let it show to much though, he didn't seem like the kind of dog that wanted sympathy from anyone. She couldn't believe that the humans would shot little pups, it seemed so cruel and twisted. But then that was how things were now, nothing was how it had used to be for her.

She didn't want to seem completely callous though she so said a soft. "I'm sorry." To him. She couldn't imagine the pain and anger he felt at having lost his pups and mate. She plucked up any extra grass she could find and then spoke again. "I suppose we better get this back before any hunters show up." She said hating to bring up the word hunter. To her all humans were now hunters. Hunters of mans once best friend. She had always been glad she had never had a mate or pups yet. She wanted them, but after Cory's story she wasn't so sure. She wouldn't be able to stand it if something happened to a mate or pups. She looked at Cory waiting for him to lead the way. She was glad that she had found a friend to stay with. But she worried that something might happen to him if she started getting to close to him.