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design a small scar for this dog and tell me how they got it!
(you can draw or describe the scar)

ends at the end of page 1 or december 2nd

username: avril-showers
storage thread: thrashing waters
hound name: izzy || Here lurks the Izu stingray
coloration: smooth isabella merle w/ irish white
sex: female
age: 1 yr 7mo
collar color: eye colour

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[MySpoons]

username: MySpoons
storage thread: The Protection
hound name: Snow on Christmas [Noel]
coloration: solid white
sex: Male
age: 7 years
collar color: dark leather with a silver buckle, please

Noel was found wandering the reserve with a collar digging into his neck. Who knows how long the hound had been out there-- no one knew he was white until he had been bathed, he was so dirty. Maybe he had gotten loose, maybe he was abandoned. Either way, no one claimed him despite months of advertising a found dog in the local area.

It's a miracle he was found. The reserve is larger than the US's Yellowstone park-- almost 3 million acres, most of that completely untamed. Noel must have been wandering for a long time as he was starting to outgrow the her collar. Thankfully, it wasn't yet too bad to cut deep into the skin like some neglected/abandoned dogs you see.

Noel's scar is hardly visible anymore. Just a little thin line under his chin, mostly hidden by his wire coat. The reserve's veterinarian had to cut his collar off him but thankfully there was no infection. The poor hound didn't even seem to notice that he was injured in true happy dog fashion once he found some people to love. Just a few weeks of a bandage around his neck-- and a cone, poor thing-- and Noel was good as new.

Well... after he had to be shaved down to get all the burs and mats out of his fur. His beautiful coat had grown back in time for Christmas, hence his name.

Eligible if this is judged after midnight EST

[Joke's On You]

username: Joke's On You
storage thread: Huckleberry Kennels
hound name: Robyn
coloration: solid white
sex: Male
age: 7 years
collar color: Same as eye color

"Robyn, how did you get the scars on your shoulder?" The handler asked the Senegal Hound as he ran his hand across the three feint scars. Robyn had just returned from his night shift from Huckleberry Acres.

Robyn only grinned slightly as a response. The handler probably assumed he chased off some animal endangering the rabbits while on his rounds. But that wasn't truth at all. Because on that night, instead of guarding the rabbit sector of Huckleberry Acres, Robyn stopped to play with the rabbits instead.

He allowed them out of their cages, one at a time. They sat upon his back as he made his rounds. They watched intently, their cute little noses twitching. He took out seversl rabbits that night, putting each one back after making his usual rounds. But during the last round of the night, one of the rabbits started to slip off of his back. As a result, the rabbit attempted to climb back on, using its claws to try to grip on and hoist itself up. But instead of hoisting itself up, the rabbit continued to slip, its tiny claws dragging across Robyn's shoulder, and eventually falling off.

Noticing that the rabbit fell, Robyn simply laid down so it could hop back up on his back, and continued on.

Robyn hadn't noticed the scar until he made his way back to the Kennels where the handler would surely be waiting. But as a result of his playtime with the rabbits, there are now three small claw marks going down his shoulder.

I won a hound today!

[[kat]]

username: lyttlekytten
storage thread: n/a
hound name: Brutus
coloration: solid white
sex: male
age: 4 years
collar color: silver (or a similar looking gray)
prompt: There is a small scar on the back of his left ear.

Brutus is usually described as a reserved, stony sort of hound. He doesn't talk much, and prefers to get things done rather than stand around thinking about them. He's hardworking and has a good heart, albeit a little difficult to make friends with. If he gives you the time of day, though, you might just get to hear about the story that brought him to his owner.

A couple of years ago he had been no more than what the house dogs called a stray. He didn't prefer to call it that, though- instead he referred to himself as a traveller. After a particularly long journey trekking through the snowfall of a cold December day, he came across a reasonably sized town, decked with sparkling lights that shot beams into the night sky. His paws left large imprints in the frost as he padded casually around the outskirts of the town, peering into windows every so often to check things out. There certainly were a lot of humans in this place, more than he had ever really seen at one time. And the air was thick with excitement- it made him want to wag his tail and play, but he shrugged it off and kept walking.

After a while Brutus passed a smaller house with a lot of lights on. He could see humans inside chattering about some nonsense. Normally he would just keep going, but something made him stop for a moment. Looking closer, he saw one of the humans walk up to the back door, and as soon as they opened it a small cream-colored puppy bolted out. Clearly the human hadn't been expecting the puppy's force, because the leash was yanked out of its hand and it was left yelping behind as the small dog shot into the surrounding forest.

Brutus rolled his eyes. Why did these stupid humans not fence in their backyards? That was pretty much standard these days. The human cried out again- probably the puppy's name- and whipped its head frantically from side to side, looking for its lost dog. Brutus was about to move on when he heard whining coming from the direction of the forest. For a split second, he and the human stared at each other. It had heard the whines too, and it looked so terrified and helpless. So Brutus made his decision- he turned and hurtled into the woods.

It didn't take him long to find the source of the crying. The dumb puppy had gotten itself stuck in a rosebush- dead due to the season- and was whimpering as it tried to work its way out. Brutus sighed and began to trot over, wondering how anyone could be so idiotic in the first place- the thing was just getting itself more tangled.

Suddenly a tension rose in the air. Brutus looked up- and immediately locked eyes with a fox, starving and ready to pounce on the unsuspecting, trapped pup. Without a moment's hesitation Brutus sprang at it, barking ferociously. He was much larger than it, and didn't have any trouble startling it. The flash of ginger shot in the opposite direction, but Brutus knew it wouldn't stay gone for long. Left with no other option he closed his eyes and shoved his head into the rosebush, managed to get his teeth around the small dog's scruff, and dragged it backwards out of the thorns. Tufts of cream fur were left behind and Brutus winced as he felt a particularly sharp thorn snag on one of his ears.

Finally free, he bounded out of the woods with the puppy clamped in his jaws.
"You stupid pup!" He growled around a mouthful of fur, "What were you thinking?" The young dog only gasped in response.
"I-I'm sorry! I won't do it again..."
I should hope not. Brutus thought with an eye roll, but held his tongue.

The human looked overjoyed as Brutus dropped the puppy at its feet. It scooped the dog up and received plenty of face licks in return. Brutus sat in the snow and did his best to clean off his ear, which he could feel was bleeding. The human noticed and made a small, sympathetic noise. It walked back to the door and let the puppy inside, and then gestured for Brutus to follow. Normally he wouldn't have done anything of the sort, but something intrigued him- and he needed some help for his ear anyway. The human looked genuinely shocked as he just casually padded in, but closed the door behind him nonetheless.

The air inside the home was warm and filled with various scents that made Brutus hungry. For whatever reason there was a huge tree covered in lights in the corner of the room with several humans sat around it. They gave happy gasps when they saw him, and a couple of the smaller ones ran over and started to pet him. He tried his best not to flinch away. He wasn't used to it, but it didn't feel that bad.

"Hey, did you get a puppy for Christmas, too?" One of the tiny humans squealed. Brutus didn't understand what it said, but the adult from before looked down at him with a curious expression. He walked over and nudged its hand with his nose, which it seemed to like. He sat down on the soft carpet as it gave his head a small, affectionate pat.
"Maybe... maybe I did."

[Kagome963]

username: Kagome963
storage thread: Lunar Ranch
hound name: LS Solstice Wolf :aka: Tala
coloration: solid white
sex: Female
age: 4yrs
collar color: Christmasy
prompt: WIP

res:: stray mistaken for a wolf and has rope burn scar on left front ankle

[Wileyfangs]

username: Wileyfangs
storage thread: Seven Nation Army
hound name: Chaga
coloration: solid white
sex: Female
age: 1 year
collar color: Light blue
It's been ages since she's seen her own face since she even remembered what a reflection is. She was purposeful that way, not wanting to remember the past, not wanting to let it affect her future. So why now, does she find herself so lost?

Looking back at her is herself. As every piece of white fur as she can always remember having. The delicate flower of the pack, the weakling, the eyesore. She knows how she looks, but it has been ages since she's known what she looked like. Staring at her face in the dirty water of a watering hole was not how she wanted to remember it, but memories came unbidden.

In her reflection, she'd seen a beautiful dog with cunning and bravery. The look in her eyes sharp, her attention to detail sharper. Her trainer, a kind and brave man, the kind any dog would be willing to lay their life for. And she was that dog. She'd been so sure of it. He ruffled her fur, told her to meet up with the others, "go" was the command and she knew where that meant. The facility was warm inside, the cheap fans being used to keep the heat from permeating inside failing, but the sun would soon fall.

When she went out to the back with the others, she felt their gazes on her pelt. When she turned to face them, they all looked away.

It had been fine then, she remembered. They were being trained and she was the newest to the pack, the newest to be introduced. Eventually, they'd fall back, allow her in properly. She just needed to give them time. But time had a funny way of changing things, she recalled. For the next thing they knew, the training grounds came alive with shouting and anger, humans and scents mingling together. Screaming, shouting, but no commands? Where were their commands?! Her trainer-

A sharp breath. Lukewarm water. She'd fallen in, daydreaming, her paws having sunk into the sand. She pushed herself up, ignoring the burning in her chest and her ears. She shook the water off and ignored the looks she knew had to be there, ignored the heat under her fur full of embarrassment, but when she looked up the pack had started off again and she felt her heart plummet. They were leaving her again. She had to catch up.

A twinge on her shoulder, no doubt agitated from when she'd fallen. She had to prove she was better, that she wasn't just a crystal to be held. The ache in her shoulder only grew, two pale pink lines that intersected right at her shoulderblade. A cross. An "x" to mark the spot. But not an end. Eyes narrowing, she kept her head down, continuing to walk. She was not weakened yet. She would show them. This was not her end.

[Froot_Loop_Waffle]

username: Galloper Ranch
storage thread: Oekaki (Need an invite code for Toyhou.se)
hound name: Axel
coloration: solid white
sex: Male
age: 3
collar color: Eye color
He got his scar by being attacked by an enemy pack whilst hunting. They were near a cliff, and the only scar bad enough to stay was across his leg/thigh. (Diagonal down, highest by tail, lowest by front foot. The scar is on the closest back leg on the floor.) He was pushed down and has a sharp branch slit his leg open.

Thank you.

[qvril]

username: avril-showers
storage thread: thrashing waters
hound name: izzy || Here lurks the Izu stingray
coloration: smooth isabella merle w/ irish white
sex: female
age: 1 yr 7mo
collar color: eye colour

okay dont laugh!
izzy barked as she was talking to her friend.
so, i was walking around the
yard, when the cat, stupid cat
came up to me, and started to just,
claw at me??
her friend chuckled a small bit
as izzy told the story.
what did i say?
she growled, making her friend start to
burst out into barks of laugher.
OK, listen to the rest will you?
her friend plopped back down.
continue,
alright! so, as i said the stupid cat scratched
me, when i was just walking around.
can you even believe that?
the cat must've done it for a reason-
i mean, all i did was poor my water dish on him,
and knock him off the counter!
see? i didnt deserve this.
she pointed to her scar.
yeah- you were super duper in the right.
her friend sarcastically responded
_______________________________
the scar stands on her shoulder,
a pale pinkish colour. sort of slimming
at the tip.

[Ringo.]

username: Ringo.
storage thread: New Hope Acres
hound name: Adair
coloration: solid white
sex: Male
age: 8 years
collar color: dark leather with gold buckles

”I try so hard to forget that night, but it haunts me in my dreams. I don’t remember the last time I got a good nights sleep. Ever since the incident I wake up in the middle of the night in panic and crying.
What do I have to do to forgive myself? Will I ever be able to?

I have a scar located on my side, it’s a diagonal line on my belly The story of how I got it is sad and I will probably never forgive myself for that night.

It was a lovely summer night, the wind was lightly rustling the leaves. The cicadas and crickets filled the silence that laid within the woods. All animals were making their way to their homes so they can sleep peacefully.
I was making my way through the trees with my best friend and first love. Her name was Iris. She was a beautiful solid black with piercing blue eyes. Her eyes reminded me of icicles that formed during the winter.

I had decided to bring her to a pond that laid in the center of the woods. Night time was more ideal so less predators were out. We were hunting dogs at that time so we knew we could fight off predators the same size or smaller than us. We arrived at the pond and daises, lilies, and cat tails surrounded it. The reflection of the moon glistened in the water. Iris was the first one to jump in. She splashed around and even splashed me a bit. She was happy, content, at peace. She was having the night of her life.

All the sudden everything went quiet. The cicadas and crickets stopped playing their music, the wind stopped rustling the leaves. Iris stopped splashing and stared behind me. That’s when I felt something breathing on my back. I slowly turned my head so I could catch a glimpse of what is was. I came eye to eye with a bear. A grizzly bear. It’s brown eyes held one emotion, hunger. I looked back at Iris and shouted “run!” before quickly turning around and doing the dumbest thing I could possibly think of, I lunged at the bear. I scratched it’s nose but I underestimated how strong it was. It threw me to the ground. Leaving one mark on my neck.

I was in pain. I had forgotten about Iris. I jumped up and looked around, frantically searching for the black pups blue eyes. I was engulfed by darkness as I weaved through the trees. Luckily I was able to catch Iris’s scent. My hope was little but still there. I was terrified what I might see as I got closer. I was so caught up in finding Iris that I forgot about the bear, until I was behind it. It made a low growl. The moonlight was bright enough to show what the bear was eating. My heart fell to my stomach when I realised it was Iris. Tears filled my eyes. I didn’t want to leave her body but I had no choice. “I’m so so sorry Iris.” I whispered as I ran as fast as I could. The bear didn’t follow m and it didn’t take me long to escape the woods that I would never go back to.

When I arrived back home I felt a sharp pain on my stomach. The bear left a mark. A mark that will always remind me of this night, something I didn’t want. Blood dripped down my fur and hit the ground. My owner came to me and rushed me to the vet. They said I got lucky. It was infected and I only needed a couple stitches. When I came back home I laid in bed for weeks. I was depressed. I didn’t want to move. I was waiting to wake up from a terrible nightmare. It never happened.

My cut healed quickly. It left behind a pale pink scar. From that night till now I am having nightmares. I wished it was me and not Iris that didn’t make it out. I blame myself for it. If I never brought her to the pond she would still be here with those beautiful eyes and heartwarming smile. Now I must rely on memories to never let me forget her.”

[jellyphants]

username: avril-showers
storage thread: thrashing waters
hound name: izzy || Here lurks the Izu stingray
coloration: smooth isabella merle w/ irish white
sex: female
age: 1 yr 7mo
collar color: eye colour

okay dont laugh!
izzy barked as she was talking to her friend.
so, i was walking around the
yard, when the cat, stupid cat
came up to me, and started to just,
claw at me??
her friend chuckled a small bit
as izzy told the story.
what did i say?
she growled, making her friend start to
burst out into barks of laugher.
OK, listen to the rest will you?
her friend plopped back down.
continue,
alright! so, as i said the stupid cat scratched
me, when i was just walking around.
can you even believe that?
the cat must've done it for a reason-
i mean, all i did was poor my water dish on him,
and knock him off the counter!
see? i didnt deserve this.
she pointed to her scar.
yeah- you were super duper in the right.
her friend sarcastically responded
_______________________________
the scar stands on her shoulder,
a pale pinkish colour. sort of slimming
at the tip.

this was shorter than the other entries, but i really liked this entry!