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My darling Polish wolf <3

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Hello, my name is duch, I'm the pack's beta, a brute, and if you want to risk your life, I would suggest you don't break the rules.

D U C H
Meaning in Polish 'Spirit' Or as in shadows.
He has no love life,
but a single sister named Dobry meaning 'Good'

Duch is a shady gray brute, with large, pale blue eyes. He has large muscles, and his paws are large.
Larger than most brutes, he has a large stocky frame, but a narrow waist. He's one of those wolfs who eat very little, but it doesn't affect them much. He would rather give the food to the pack then himself. He towers over his younger sister, dobry.

His name is Polish, along with his sister's. His name means Spirit, like a ghost or the shadows creeping on the rocks in the night.

Duch rules over the other wolves, being second in command he has a lot of jobs. He rather not talk about them, as he in fact doesn't like talking much. He has this deep personality, with a lot of secrets he hides. He usually doesn't join in the pack activities unless he has to, or if his sister begs him to death. He was found with his sister at an early age, lost and starved with no where to go. They were left on the pack's territory, and they were brought in. From then he strived higher into the ranks, while his sister managed to go lower. He doesn't care much about his rank, but he does care when wolfs have challenged him for his ranks. He seems kind, but can lash out strikingly fast. He is easily annoyed, but not easily angered.

He's not one of those normal wolfs you meet everyday, as his parent's had taught him to shut out all forms of love. Since then he hasn't looked for a mate, and never will be. He's decided that he would rather keep to himself, then express his feelings with a fae. Besides, he didn't think he was ready to have a mate. Just yet, at least.
Duch would rather bask in the sun then do anything else, but a wolf has to do, what a wolf has to do. He likes to stay quiet, as it is already obvious, but he does like to fight. Whenever there's a fight going on, he wants to join in which is why his name is down-played by others, rather then up-played. He has a strong passion for hunting, and is one of the strongest in the pack. His large muscles make him capable of being able to jump long distances, and high in length. He has large, bulky teeth with cutting razors, perfect for cutting into soft flesh of a deer for instance. One of his eyes is paler than the other, and is half-blind. He got it when he was only a pup in the clan, one of the pups had played to rough with him and had nicked his eye, so one side was clear while the other was a pale blue. His right eye meant he could not see well, and it was getting worse as the months past, causing him to have a fit when a wolf questions him about his eye. He would usually bark, snap, growl, or anything to scare the foe. One time he even bit a wolfs paw so hard, it took months and months to heal properly on its on, and still the wolf had trouble walking. He had apparently punctured a muscle to deep so it couldn't heal properly.

Duch would rather not talk about his history, because it involves to much gore and violence, though the only thing he is open to talk about his his parent's death.
He never understood his parents, just because they never really liked him.
Like, they would listen to him, but they mostly ignored him and his sister.
He disliked them, but didn't hate them. He would have no problem if they had turned better, and he would open his paws up to them. He relied on his mother a lot, but his father left them when he was two months old.
Talk about bad luck. His mother was killed one frosty winter night, as they were by the highway. They couldn't smell, hear, or see any cars. This usually meant they could go. But this time, their mother encouraged them to try by their selves. Yes, she was crazy, but no mother wolf would do that. When they didn't go, she barked and snarled before tossing Duch out on the highway. He scampered across, his heart had been beating fast. When it was his sister's turn, she didn't move before being tossed out. She had landed badly on her paw, paralyzing it. This had what made her part Omega as well. When it was their mother's turn, she had, had bad luck as she was sent flying into the air as a car hit her. That was the last they saw of her. They couldn't get her, because they were pups and she was in the middle of the road. They couldn't bear to watch the other cars run over her, so they ran off into the forest. They soon found their dad's dead body a few days later, mauled to death by a bear. Now they were alone, scared, hungry, and confused. This is when they found the territory, and they were put in the clan.

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Hi! I'm Autumn, a St. Bernard! I was abandoned by my owners when I was two weeks old.. Of course, that was only a week ago! I'm really scared, can you help me?

The only thing I have left is my autumn colored collar, cause that's my name, Autumn!
You want to know more about me? Ok!
I was born to a St. Bernard named Moona, my owners where super nice to me and her. Apparently I overheard my mother talking to one of the other dogs they had there, his name was Ralph, a German Shepard. I didn't know him very well, he was pretty much a stranger, though he is was really kind to me. Over the past week, my owners became big meanies to me. They made me cry when they took my mommy away! Ralph said she was going to be in a long sleep.. I don't understand still what he meant. But when they returned, she wasn't with them. I heard my owners talking, saying she had a stomach problem.. But I didn't know what that was. When I was two weeks old, Ralph told me to hide. Why? I'm not so sure. I hid under the bed, and when one of the people came to pick me up, a let out the biggest bark I could muster up! I think I scared them, I don't know.. They picked me up and brought me somewhere.. It stunk, and there was lots of big pointy things and more there.. And there were cages! Long, long rows of cages.. They held dogs in there! And puppy's, like me! Something pinched my leg, it really hurt! Then everything went black, and I awoke in a cage! I was so scared, so I wailed, cried, I did everything a puppy could.. Then.. then the cage opened magically, so I ran out, and ran into a dog named Blue. He's a rottweiler. He's the one looking after me right now!

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Autumn has a scar on his nose from being in the 'cages' and he has a bit of his tail missing from a dog at his former owner house. Now, he's ragged furred puppy on the streets with a rottweiler. He has autumn colored eyes, and small paws to fit his skinny body. He's fairly small for a St. Bernard puppy, but he knows one day he will even tower over Blue, and he's a massive dog. Even though Autumn is a cold, tired, wrecked up puppy, that doesn't stop him. Inside, it might feel like he's scared, but he's honestly courageous, much more courageous then a normal dog. He has a small nose, and two patches of brown on his back, and his face resembles a cheetah almost, with the tear lines below his eyes, but no spots. He recently had Blue diagnosed with a tumor in his brain, and Autumn fears the worst. Blue will have random aggressive moments to him, causing Autumn to sleep on his own in the night most of the time. Blue seems to be slowing down a lot, and he stumbles. He is starting to loose speech. Autumn acts strong on the outside, but he inside is breaking apart, his only family he's loved the most is tearing apart from him, and he knows he will most likely never find another.

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Look at the stars,
look how they shine for you,
and everything you do,
because they were all yellow
My name is HC, my name is to big for you to remember. It stands for Hot Chocolate.
There isn't a lot to know about me, but you should know my characteristics.
I'm known for putting my life at stake for others, especially ones who hold a place in my heart. I'm generally shy, though I'm kind hearted, and right now I'm on no one's bad side, which is lovely for me. I'm always the one who does the most work, and it gets extremely tiring sometimes. I'm able to make a friend and see the good side in almost any animal, but I will block out people I think are unnecessarily bad. I'm scared of Butterflys and cats, and when I was with my owners a long time ago, I had loved to drink Coffee.
Wait, enough getting off topic. This is supposed to be on who I am!
I'm generally scared of small dogs, which is highly amusing in my case. So you can see I have a long list of things you would never suspect in another dog. I hate dogs that hurt cats, and I'm not the biggest fan of Poodles. Ugh, don't even get me started on them. I have this weird connection with the weird, and I'm known for being able to manipulate any shape, form, or size of dog, which generally lets me get my way. I think this is enough of me, should we get on to what we truly came for?
If you ever need a friend, try finding me. I'll be of great help and I promise you want regret trying to be my friend. I'll never single a dog out.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
and everything you do,
and it was called, Yellow
My history is painful to think about. I had a brother, his name was Pooki, Poo for short. It was cute. My mother had only had me and Poo, so we never had any to play with me sides each other. We were easily recognizable, his coat being much darker than mine. I didn't have any of my markings as a pup, only my basic coat color. Light brown, and white. My mother's name was Muna. Yea, not really sure why. { If you can't say it, this is how you say it! Muh - Nu } She died when we were a week old. Our eyes were barely open yet.
Our owners moved away from us when we were 3 months old. We had no where to live, but on the streets. Poo soon died three days later, he never had the brain like me.

I soon found the only way to survive, was by learning to survive by restaurant left overs, acting innocent in front of 'humans' and hunting. When I was 9 months old, as you know I was able to have pups, but didn't want to. I found an abandoned baby Golden retriever on the road. My motherly instincts had taken over, and I took the puppy under my wing. I watched him grow day and night, night and day. I was so proud of him, he was like my own puppy.
And then tragedy struck.
Some dog had killed my darling baby at only 3 months old.
After that I didn't bother with anything anymore. I was to struck with grief to even care about anything.
So then I took my turn,
Oh what the things have done,
And it was all yellow.
I have no love life, partially because I'm scared of having pups.
I loved someone a long time ago, but he left me. For another dog.
I'm a small, Merlese Aussie with a brown speckled coat. I have a tail, and have icy blue eyes. My mother said they were the most amazing things to look at, and were the lightest and most amazing blue you could ever see.

I am mistaken for a different breed most of the time, but I promise you as I said above, I am 100% Merlese Aussie. My brother was the same, but he had yellow eyes. I'm scared of imagining my family is alive, and will stare off into the night each day trying to wait for my lost puppy, brother, and my mother to come back.
I work at the swamp, and it's like my nightmares have come true. I watch the animals who attack each other, and think to my puppy. It seizes me up and I quickly run away. I don't like how my past relates to my present.
I've got a lean, slim body with beautiful speckles. Even talk to me about it, and I'll be madly embarrassed.
Whelp, I guess there's not much more to say, rather than the fact about one thing, which is don't get on my bad side, you'll regret it. I also have a reminder for you.
Don't forget to look at your surroundings, you'll never know whats lurking in the shadows.