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Mist

Crush: Neptune

Huge WIP xD

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name ;; Lyra

age ;; 4 1/2 Years

gender ;; Female

rank ;; Hunter

pack ;; Junkyard

breed ;; Longdog












personality ;; Lyra is confident and authoritative, yet not to the point of cocky. She is simply a self assured and large fea who knows very well how to take care of herself. Woe be it for anyone who would try to dominate her through brute force, equally so to the coward who would run from her. Lyra needs others around her who are also strong and confidant, capable leaders who will set a good example. This is not to say she is unruly or disrespectful without cause, it is simply that one needs to earn her respect as it is not given lightly. She is also a dog of strong passions and feels all her emotions strongly. Love or hate, happiness or despair, there is nothing Lyra does or feels halfway. True to her nature, she tends to rush into things without considering the consequences. Luckily for Lyra, she is just clever enough to be able to get out of most of the trouble she finds.

history ;; Lyra was born and raised as a coyote dog, her young life being spent in training to hunt down and kill the smaller canines. As harsh as this sounds, it was not a bad life for her and she was allowed to grow up with her parents and siblings, and the humans she lived with were always kind and kept her well fed and skills sharp. They would regularly take her hunting, often pairing her with her two brothers and sending them in chase of the wily predators. As the largest pup in the litter, she was frequently the one to make the final kill, and this earned her a bit of a favored spot with her humans. As ferocious as she was in tracking down her quarry, she relished their attentions and was always kind and gentle with them.

Lyra loved her life, no matter how violent and difficult it was. Unfortunately, as with all dogs who end up here, it was not to last. One day, her favorite human female came rushing into the house waving a tiny piece of paper, exclaiming something about winning.The human's mate was quickly caught up in her enthusiasm, and the three of them celebrated even though Lyra had no idea what was going on. Within a few weeks she found herself sitting in the back of the car, watching as her old home along with her family and the human's parents dwindled in the distance. Her humans had not stopped talking about 'leaving hicksville' and moving to the 'city' and going to 'parties' and all sorts of nonsense... She could only assume that was where they were heading now.

As the green dales and fair valleys that Lyra knew so well slowly gave way to an urban jungle of concrete and glass, she slowly felt her heart breaking. Her humans brought her into a big house with hard stone floors and more rooms than they could ever put people into. The worst part was the yard, a tiny little strip of green rimmed with six foot wooden fences and nowhere at all to run. Lyra was profoundly unhappy. There was no more hunting, nothing to chase and definitely no coyotes. At first, her humans tried to take her for walks to keep her in shape and socialized, but Lyra was far more interested in hunting down the other dogs she met. Making the park completely out of the question, and walking on a leash difficult at best. This left her nothing but the yard. No amount of time in that wretched little outdoor prison could satisfy her, and though she loved her humans still, they seemed to grow more distant every day

Lyra yearned to be useful again, to hunt, to kill and be praised for it. Exiled to the yard as her humans partied inside, a strange sound caught her ears, something like a 'meow' issuing out from the other side of the fence. Without a second thought she easily leapt over the barrier, and locked the creature in her gaze. The thing, whatever it was, was foolish enough to run and Lyra was on it in an instant. She caught it in less than ten strides, and though it didn't put up much of a fight, the taste of blood in her mouth and the thrill of the chase was reward enough. From that point on she never looked back. She wandered away from her home and deeper into the city. Her hunting skills meant she would never go hungry during her time on the streets, and she ate many cats and even some smaller 'dogs' that she found barely deserving of the word. Domineering and unwilling to submit to any of the other dogs she met, she fought and won many fights but never bothered to get to know any of them.

crush ;; None

mate ;; None

pups ;; none

family ;; Father: Barron, Mother: Sonata, Siblings: Yerch, Lobo and Sarrah. Their whereabouts and fates are unknown.

other ;; None yet.

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[ accepted. will be on later! ]