Ｗｉｎｔｅｒ Ｎｉｇｈｔｓ [ sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴅᴏɢ ʀᴘ ] limited spots

[purpledirewolf2019]

(I was making the lead male scavenger. I didn't think that they had to be mates since both of the lead fighters were already reserved. If that's case swag, just let me know and the male I'm making can just be a normal scavenger.)

[swag;]

{ you don't have to be mates to have a lead position, so accepted ^-^ }

[jet pack blues]

(Ah! Hate to say this, but I'm leaving Thursday and won't get back till Sunday...
Sorry :p)

(Just a lil reminder c:
I shall miss y'all)

[purpledirewolf2019]

(Thanks! Can't wait to start since I'm officially on fall break!)

[paz]

☇ An educated beast, meant for the life of
luxury and to be well groomed. now I have
been deserted. alone and without the love
that I once had.

ϟ I go by two names. I don't know where or why I started doing it. The first name Finn is the name that my owner, whose name was John, gave me. Taren is the other name I go by. I'm guessing I resented the fact that my owner abandoned me, so I wanted nothing to do with whatever they gave me. The only thing I still have is my collar. I keep it as a reminder that humans never really love something. It's a matter of show and tell. When something else interests them, they move on and leave you. I used to be different though. I loved my master. I was happy when he was happy. He taught me a lot of tricks, including hide-and-seek, but his favorite was when I tried to say his name. I thought I said it pretty well, but he would mimic me and it sounded like a loud OOO-ohhhh-nn. I would give a satisfied smirk. Everything was going so smoothly, but soon a female came. Tall, blonde, and sharp perfume that made me sneeze. She came with a small dog that looked like a brown pom-pom and moved in. All seemed well until one day I started to play fight with the little thing. The playing got a little rough and I playfully bit it on the nose a little too hard, causing blood to come out. Not even enough to be noticed, but she did and started screaming that I was a killer and would kill her precious "Marble". I couldn't imagine what had possessed John to find this girl becoming. But I was not in the higher favor. One day she didn't show up. John didn't seem happy that day, but we did everything together that day. In the morning we went running like we usually did. We played hide-and-seek. He threw me sticks, frisbees, and tennis balls. I, of course, was overjoyed. And totally oblivious. We went into his car and started driving. I saw a lot of cars and trees before we stopped. Our destination was a park. This wasn't usually what we did, but maybe he wanted to throw me some more sticks... So throw sticks we did. After that, we walked around the park and he just started talking to me. Talked to me about everything. The female whose name was Alice. His job. Me. How much he loved me. We stopped for some ice cream, like we did sometimes at the other parks we went to. He bought two cones- cookie-dough for him, chocolate for me. Everything was perfect. Especially the ice cream. When we were at the edge of the park, he started to hug me. His face buried in the thick fur of my chest. I started to whine loudly. I didn't understand. When he pulled away, tears were running down his face. I focused on those blue eyes of his. They were just like mine. I jumped up and put my paws on his chest, trying to tell him everything was alright. Hesitantly, he pulled out my favorite tennis ball from his pocket. "You want it boy?" He saw that I did. This was good. John had snapped out of whatever had just happened. "FINN. Go get it!" My eyes focused on the ball as it went sailing away and my paws left his chest and sprang in the direction of the ball. The ball went farther than any ball he had ever thrown, which was good. I could run longer than I could if he had thrown it a shorter length. When I came back to the path were he was at, he had disappered. My first thought was that he was playing hide-and-seek. So I set out and searched for his scent, which was right there on the path. I followed it straight back to his truck- only there was no truck. I was very confused now. This was not how the game went.

☇ Even if you deserted me, I still forgive you. My
love for you has no boundaries,even if it means
forgiving you for the worst.

ϟ It took me a couple weeks to admit that I had no clue where I was. That John wasn't coming back. I was alone. But I still had my collar, although the jingley things weren't there anymore. John had taken them off, which made me so much happier. I could finally run to my own beat instead of those noisy tags. I also had my tennis ball, which I just carried around with me. John would be disappointed if I had lost it. The only reason I kept them was hope. Hope that I would find John or that John would find me. Now I am two years of age. I stand at twenty-two inches in height and I weigh about fifty-nine pounds. My ice-blue eyes are still exactly as they always have been. I have a marking right underneath my nose. It's almost like a small moustache. At least that's what John said. I have a very small dark grey line that is parallel to my eyes. Around my eyes, there are signs of gray fur that is somewhat like the eyeshadow Alice used when she was going out with John. Other than the several markings, my face is white. My fur is only two main colors: a blueish-gray mix and a frosty white. The undersides, such as my stomach, my chest, most of my legs, and my face, of my body are the feather white color of a pillow. On the other hand, my back and my ears, incuding my head- not my face- are different shades of gray. My back has the majority of the dark grays as well as most of the grays. On the bottom of my paws are (what other color could it be?) dark gray, but nobody really seems to notice. Of course not. My ears are probably the most soft part of my entire body. I am purebred. I don't think that John would have wanted something that wasn't totally one hundred percent. But that's okay. We all have our preferences.

☇ I was the one broken. You could always take me
back if you wanted to. I, on the other
hand, am unable to do any of that. I
can only sit here at a distance and watch.

ϟ I would describe myself as an used animal who is living on the outside of a box that it was once in. I once was energetic and wild, caring only about my master. Now I am a loner. Developing a new personality to this new life, I am somewhat bitter. There still is a part of me that cares, but I am beyond the point where I will show it on a regular basis. Sarcastic and now independent, I have learned to carry myself in a way that reflects myself for who I am. Somewhat strong and only wants to be left alone. I don't have a purpose in my life except to live for now. I want to find John, but that's a mixed feeling. I feel so empty now that he's gone. I really do want him to come back and take me home, but after what he has done, I just can't see it happening. The first night I was in the park, I ran into several dogs. When I asked them if they could help me find John, they laughed. After a short stories of how they ended up at the park, being tied to a lamp poll with no food or water, thrown out of a car, and the worst of all, a ball thrown and returned to an empty park. I shuddered because it sounded just like my situation. It didn't click in my mind until a couple weeks after. Or I accepted the fact that I was never going back to the life of luxury. Where did it go wrong? When did I displease John? I hang my head, never knowing the answers to anything. I hate being dirty. It's the most awful feeling ever. That's probably the worst part of being alone. No one to brush the tangles out of my shedding fur or the stickers that get stuck to the fur along my legs or belly. John was an organized and clean person. I guess after you're with a person for a while, they kind of rub off on you. I don't mind being hungry though, although I'll never say no to a meal. Now that I am alone, I just feel like being alone. Maybe so I can pout and feel sorry for myself until the feeling of not being wanted passes over. I have a strong dislike for small dogs because of Alice's little mut. I cannot help it, it's just the way it is. I have no love interest currently. I never really have had one. I have met some other faes at the park or as John and I were running, but never on an intimate level.

[orpheus.]

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name; Aria.
age; 3 years old.
gender; Fae / female

breed; Australian shepherd.
build; Aria's height is just above 46 cm, her (normal, before becoming a stray) weight being 40 pounds - nearing the average for a female Aussie. She has a small, lean build and isn't exactly 'made of muscle', but her fur covers up her skinny torso and will be thick enough to keep off the worst of the winter chills. She resorts to being a scavenger as she doesn't believe her build is well enough for a fighter.
eye colour; Aria has an amber and brown mix colour in her eyes, lightening slightly towards the pupil.

rank; Scavenger.
mate; The fae has no mate, nor does she find an interest in having one. The pack doesn't need more mouths to feed and therefore having pups, in her mind, is pointless - as much as she adores them.
crush; None.
pups; None.

personality; Before becoming a stray, Aria had a pup-like attitude, even as she grew older - but through the harsh street life she has grown wiser and more headstrong, her confidence level lacking it's normal pace. Her cheeriness resorted to the back of her mind and a more caring, although not entirely 'kind' with strangers, side pushed through. Aria does have motherly moments around pups and younger dogs, even if she has never had them, it's an impulse set in her mind that she cannot rid of as she adores the young ones. The fae may seem serious at first, as she does try her best to be more straight forward about things, but her friendly personality brushes off on every word she says, and soon enough, even when trying to earn something - she looks and acts like a confused pup, making her either annoying...or loveable. Aria is iffy when it comes to opinions, she barely speaks her own, due to her low confidence levels, and tends to lurk in the silence when it comes to conversing with a higher ranking dog.
history; Aria was born in to a litter of six puppies, her being the youngest of them all. Two of the puppies were stillborn, narrowing it down to only four. It was her mother's first litter and so she was new to the whole 'caring for her pups' act. The owners were in the breeding market for one reason, the money. They barely cared about the pups health, once the people bought the puppy there was no refunds or replacements, and due to the puppies' cuteness, they often bought on impulse. Aria's brother soon grew sickly - and out of the other puppies, she had the tightest bond with him. They would play, eat, drink, and sleep together - becoming inseparable. Being so young she didn't know of disease or illness, and she wasn't sure what was going on with her brother. It scared her. After a few days, he just vanished - her mother explained to her that he was in a better place now, but being young Aria didn't know what this meant. Soon enough it was her time to be re-homed. A few people came around to the house, taking the other puppies, and eventually a family of three took her in. They were the kindest, happiest humans she had ever met and after a year, they were her world. She adored them, but the adoration for her slowly faded as she became too energetic for their likings. She was left in the house, alone, for hours every day, walked for a few minutes and taken back. No attention was given to her, and she grew lonely. She took her leash over to the owner and dropped it in his lap, but all he would do is smack her over the head and yell. Gradually it grew worse and worse, until the point when there was no food, and there was no walks. What had happened to her beloved family? She was too afraid to leave them, but hunger soon took its toll on her and, when she had her chance, she ran for it, out the door and into the streets.

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name; King.
age; 4 years old.
gender; Brute / male

breed; Alsatian / German shepherd
build; 65 cm in height, (normal, before becoming a stray) 40 kg in weight. King has a strong, sturdy build with a light, solid bone structure and a strong jaw. He is a powerful dog with strong, tall legs, built for his rank. King could easily pin a weaker dog or animal down, and end a life - if he really had to, that is. He earns what he needs, and will chase, and possibly kill, any intruders.
eye colour; Dark reddish brown mix, matching with his thick black fur.

rank; Fighter
mate; None. He isn't interested in starting a family, not exactly being the 'pup lover' kind of dog, and he figures a fae would just get in the way of his life. Not to mention he would rather not have extra responsibility, he already has to fend for a pack and adding more 'annoying runts' (as he'd say) would just pile up the starving canines.
crush; None. He doesn't do 'crushes', they're childish.
pups; None. He despises them.

personality; King is wary around outsiders, and tends to be too confident and proud for his own good. He has a sarcastic tone to his voice on most occasions and prefers to be alone, company isn't his thing. It can be extremely difficult to converse with King as he is uninterested in what anyone has to offer him, his rank is his life and he takes it seriously even if it means pushing away friends. He dislikes pups and even though he'd still protect them, he would never have some of his own...unless someone, of course, changed his mind. Quiet and unsocial, King isn't really the flirty type - females aren't what he has in mind at all.
history; wip

[swag;]

{ I love both of your guys forms! i will add ya'll to the front ^-^

I'm giving everyone till saturday night to finish their forms, if they aren't i'm simply going to open up the rank that had saved.

other then that if I can get a few people are ready to start then that would be great! }

[purpledirewolf2019]

(I'm ready to start!)

[c a v a l i a.]

|Same! |

[swag;]

{ ok then! }

dallas | golden retriever | leader | male | alone

◖ Dallas slowly awoke from his light sleep, the leader could never truly fall into a deep sleep, he knew that he had to kept alarm incase of anything happening to his members or simply something happening in his territory. The Retriever was sleeping in his usual torn cardboard box that was at the end of the packs alley. Most dogs would take shelter under the garbage cans or find their own means of shelter.
Dallas slowly made his way out of the box and stretched his tired muscles, the brute then shook his fur out and was padding out of the alley within a few short moments. Sniffing the air Dallas scanned his hazel eyes for humans that would pose as a threat..

shay | australian shepherd | lead female healer | female | alone

◖ Shay woke up and instantly squinted her brown and blue eyes, the sun happened to be shining directly onto her face. The fae slowly brought her head up, looking around her "home". Shay to rescue in an unused sewer pipe that Dallas so kindly helped bring to the alley. It was made of plastic and was easy to role, so Dallas had nosed rocks beside it so she wouldn't role away in her sleep. It wasn't the most comfortable of beds, but it certainly kept her dry. Shay slowly crawled halfway out, poking her head out to see who was out and about.