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

[kay.]

(( Accepted. I've got some seriously bad writers block at the moment. ))

Cory

"No need to be sorry, everyone looses something they care about at some point, for some it just happens more often," Cory told Ester, sighing. He put his ears back slightly at the word 'hunters', then nodded. He picked up the bigger pile of grass, then started leading the way back to their den. Of course he missed his mentor, sons and mate, although he couldn't do anything about it now except grieve. The brute sighed again at his own thoughts. At times he hated himself for not going after his only son left, although on the other hand how would that help the pup? He'd just get shot too and all of the family would be dead.

[urie]

(( Thanks, recap? ))

[Lost Wolf]

Autumn hid beind the bush and listened to what they were saying.Then slowly she walked out of the bush she was hiding behind.She walked up behind the dogs and asked what they were doing.they both looked kind of scared so she introuduced herself.'my name is autumn i am a golden retriver""what is yuor name?" she asked.Then she zoomed off jumping across the river because she was scared. what if they dont like me she wondered to herself.What if they dont think i am good enough for them?Then she walked back to her cave to grab somthing to eat.as she walked back in she heard a strange noise outside her cave.

[Gloxinia]

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>>Name. <<

•Beckam; "I was given the title by a pretty lil' country bee that lived out on a farm down yonder." He tosses his massive head into a general direction. "She was teeny, but she had a big ole voice that was shoutin' out m'name every time she saw me clunkin' 'round the outskirts of her land. I liked it - and her - so I decided to pick it up and slap it on."

>>Nickname(s). <<

"Well, I mean, ya' can call me Beck, I suppose. Or Becky."

>>Gender. <<

"Now, I do believe I was born of the male gender."

>>Age. <<

"Could be off a year - it's been so long since I kept track of my birthday. But, if I had to say or slap an estimate... Prob'ly around 3 1/2 years."

>>Breed. <<

"Ma was a big ole Saint Bernard with a heavy fur coat that was always warm and cozy to snuggle up on into on cold barn nights. Never knew m'dad, he up and left 'fore I was born. She'd tell me and my sister stories about him though. 'Parently he was a chivalrous sort, a pretty ole Golden Retriever mix. Ma loved him when he was gone, always hoped he'd come home. Though, 'parently I look much more like Ma than Pa."

>>Personality. <<

Big, warm, loving, sweet Beckam. Similar to a naive puppy, this Saint Bernard easily trusts and sees the good in others, despite how they treat him. He's a bit social, choosing to romp up to those he sees and greet them with a loving nuzzle as if they had been friends for ages. He's generous beyond belief and has an intense dislike for violence or any sort of malevolent behavior towards other dogs, people, or other animals of prey.
Beckam's a laid back sort, choosing to simply go with the flow. He never seems to be in a bad mood, always upbeat and optimistic towards the world. He's a complete and total love-bug, one that loves to playfully pounce on his friends or snuggle up into them when it's time to sleep. Beckam becomes attached to others very easily, and on most instances is seen caring more for others than they care for him. He's incredibly sensitive, taking things to heart very easily and often becomes sulky if he feels he has done wrong by someone or if someone is upset with him in any way, shape, or form. If this happens, he'll apologize profusely, trying to desperately mend what he feels has broken.
His intense fear of being alone has caused him to come off as clingy or smothering to some, maybe even a little desperate. Others sometimes grow annoyed at the fact he is a complete coward when it comes to conflict or confrontations. Unfortunately, Beckam's a spineless creature and he knows it. He tries to make up for it by being sweet, or at the very least apologizing profusely.
Overall, Beckam's a sweetheart through and through, but he has the tendency to smother those he deems to trust the most.

>>History. <<

Beckam was born in an abandoned barn with his sister to a Saint Bernard mother and an absent father. He spent the first two years of his life there, never straying too far from his given 'home' and instead cared for his aging mother and younger, fraternal twin sister. He would do his best to hunt, but he was never good at it due to his sweet, country-boy nature and dislike of violence. Somehow, though, he managed to bring home a decent amount of food and provided as the scout when it came to looking for water sources.
Just around his second birthday, his mother fell ill with pneumonia. Beckam did his best to care for her, bringing her the best food he could find and giving her the larger portions of said food, however his efforts went to a lost cause. She passed on weeks later, leaving the twins to fend for themselves. At first, they opted to stay together, seeing as they held a close relationship at the time and Beckam was intimidated by the thought of taking on life all alone. However, a few months in, Beckam's sister met a charming golden retriever, to which she chose to go with him to start a new life. Beckam respected the choice (albeit upset by it) and has been roaming alone ever since.

>>Likes. <<

"I'm a big fan of sleepin', really. Sleepin' and eatin'. When I'm not doing that, I do like to do some exploring, sniff them flowers, roll about in the grass or simply spend some time in my head alone."

>>Dislikes. <<

"I'm really not a big fan of fightin', or huntin'. It makes me queasy and nervous. I don't like failing, and fighting and failing go hand-in-hand when it comes to me."

>>Mate Qualities. <<

"Mmm... I'd like me a nice mate. A girl that's sweeter than honey, strong like a lion, and gentler than a momma deer. But, that's a dream. Just as long as she's nice to me and loves me, I'd be okay with anyone."

>>Theme Song. <<

Follow Me - Uncle Kraker

>>Other. <<

{{ This is one of my first times writing for a canine character, and I hope it'll turn out alright. Any pointers would be appreciated and I hope to have a nice experience. ;u; }}

>>Secret Crush. <<

Not at all.

>>Crush. <<

Nope.

>>Mate. <<

Single and ready to mingle.

>>Pups. <<

None.

>>Siblings. <<

A twin sister named Ella. They went separate ways when she found a mate.

>>Other Family. <<

A mother named Beatrice, a father who (according to Beatrice) was named Chuck. There was a grandfather Gazpacho in there somewhere, too.

[kay.]

(( Alyss Baskerville - Accepted.
Dog-Trainer - Not much, Cory, my charrie and Ester, Joy's charrie, decided to stick together so they needed grass for Ester's bed in Cory's den, now they're coming back.
Andycancy - I already said, there is no rivers or major forests, everything is dried out by the sun. Could you please write more please too or say if you have writers block?
Everyone - My apologies if I won't be on a often, practicing with Xena for something for Monday, afterwards should be on more often ))

[Gloxinia]

{{ Thank you! ^^
Not really sure how to start, but, pfff }}

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► Dried grass crunched beneath the Saint Bernard's massive paws as he trotted his way through the unfamiliar terrain. With his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his tail lazily wagging behind him, and the warm sun beating against his back, he felt as though he couldn't be better. Sure, he was a bit parched, but he was quite positive that he'd find some water sooner than later. Maybe he'd run into a farmer's home who happened to have left a barrel of water round back, like the last time. He sure was lucky, then, and quite thankful he took full advantage.

Beckam had just arrived from the west a few days ago. For the past couple of days, he had spent his afternoons rolling in the new scents and sleeping underneath shady trees. Food was scarce for him and, although he was starving, he managed to grow excited about the new and discovered place. He guessed what really motivated his happiness was the fact he had caught the faintest hints of other dogs' scents. The more he wandered inland, the stronger the scents grew.

"Maybe they're friendly," he mumbled around the drool leaking from the corners of his mouth. "I bet they're friendly."

And with that, his excitement rose once more and he broke into an elated trot.

[white dress dancer,]

&Name&
Hi, My name's Scarlet....
&Nicknames&
Nope.
&Gender&
Foo for you i think i'm a female.
&Age&
I am a young adult, 2 years old.
&Breed&
Red siberian husky, if you please.

&Personality&
I'm a clever, quick thinking female. I am kind and caring, and very,very loyal. I am rather shy and quiet, i am patient,And i like hunting. on the outside, but if you get to know me, i talk A LOT.
&History&
Don't ask, unless you know me good.
&Likes&
I like fresh lamb, long runs at night, the warm seasons, the life , and of course, water!
&Dislikes&
Humans, disrespect, the bitter cold, no food or water, and people fighting over me.
&Mate Qualities&
A big, nice, loyal, hunter male would do...............

&Theme Song&
Trouble
&Secret Crush&
Uhh *edges away*

&Crush&
Nope
&Mate&
Uhhh

&Pups&


&Siblings&
A brother, now dead.

&Other Family&
That's part of my history..........

[urie]

Quick

A growl escaped Quick's lips as he missed a mouse with his paws. He had become rather annoyed lately, and he wanted a friend. He was just about to set off again when he heard footsteps. No, paw steps. He turned and saw a very large dog trotting, obviously on the scent of something. Quick whined, sinking away behind a tree. The whine, though short and sharp, was definitely audible to the dog, which he suspected was a saint bernard. Mustering confidence, he reappeared from behind the tree, dipping his head and front end, watching the other dog intently.

(( thanks. Good luck to you and Xena on Monday with whatever you're doing!))

[Gloxinia]

{{ I wish you luck as well, darling! }}

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► The clopping of his footsteps abruptly ceased. Beckam's soft ears raised in curiosity, brown eyes locking on the smaller dog in front of him. He did a quick inventory; smaller than Beckam with a gorgeous black and brown coat that seemed to be caked with some dirt. The dog was of a breed Beckam had never seen, which made him cock his massive head and stare in wonder.

The two dogs exchanged stares for a moment longer before Beckam's intimidating front melted away under the warmth of the sun's rays. The St. Bernard bounded over to the dog, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth and tail wagging like a fan behind him.

"Well howdy!" the beast chirped, coming over to stand a foot or so in front of the new face. "For a while, I thought my nose was playing tricks on me! I've been smellin' dogs for days but I haven't seen one until now - that's you! You got a name, bud?"

[Lost Wolf]

(sorry about not writing much last time will make up for it this post)

Autumn walked out of her den after hearing the noise whats going on she thought.As she walked toward the noise she saw a weird animal walking toward her.She ran away scared and decided she was going to go hunting.Autumn walked toward where she had found the most prey recently and soon found a mouse around a bush.By this time it the day the sun was beating down on her back and Autumn got really thirsty.Autumn realized that all of the rivers and streams were dried up.She continued hunting still thinking about ways she could get a drink.She slowly walked into her cave and laid down in her nest to take a quick nap until the sun was lower in the sky and it was cooler.

While she was sleeping Autumn dreamed of the creature she saw while she was walking through the woods.It had a tail like hers and a long face.It had sharp teeth and a strong body.Autumn shivered as she relived the incounter with the weird creature.It had a grey body.Autumn could of sworn that she had seen that creature before,but it looked so diffrent."How could I have seen that thing before?"she wondered.Then she remebered that night when her adopted mother was killed by a wolf."That is the wolf!"she exclaimed."That is the wolf that killed Rosey!"soon Autumn woke up and found herself in her cave again.She walked out of it saying to herself "I must kill that wolf!"