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Username: Spacefur+mirandaciel
{please note that this is mirandaciel}
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Kennel Number: 46
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Name [of pet]:
Prime
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Gender [of pet]: Male
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Breed/Species [of pet]: Peacock Dog
DogXPeacock
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Personality [of pet]:{Shy}
Prime is very shy. He tries to keep himself small and even tries to go unnoticed! This is very hard to do, especially with that tail of his. However, he can instantly warm to a person, depending on their vibe. He senses the vibes with his crown (the "antennae" on top of his ears.
{Listener}
Rather than talk, Prime would rather listen. Even when he's not supposed to. Most of the time, he'll sit quietly, pretending to be preoccupied with something else, when he really isn't. Nope, he's listening to your conversation. Other times, when he is with friends, he'll listen because he cares, not at all like he is when eavesdropping.
{Responsible}
Give him a job an he'll be sure to get it done! With his stellar memory, he'll take a quick note on whatever needs to be done, and by when. He is very careful to get the job done how you want it, and when you want it. His ideal jobs would be baby-siting, or something in the hospitality business.
{Brain-Dead When Tired}
When Prime is tired and doesn't want to go to bed, he basically becomes brain-dead. He'll move slowly, ask you to repeat what you say, and his eyes will be half open. It's rather zombie-ish.
{Over-Thinker}
Too much thinking, less acting. He'll put tons of work into a problem, only to see a much quicker and much simpler way to solve it. Other times, he'll forget the problem entirely!
{When In Love}
It is very hard to tell when Prime is in love. Why? Because he will fall in love with a friend. The only difference will be id that he becomes so much more bashful. He is very loyal to his mate (Candy).
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Background/History [of pet]: Deep in a dark, heavily wooded forest lies a den. Where a dog and a peacock welcome their child in to the world.
"It's a boy! Lets name him...Prime!" The mother said, happily. The proud father and mother huddled close to their child, all smiles.
Three months later, Prime was walking, talking, hunting, just like a normal pup. He could barely lift his feathery tail, but he was trying. The only other peacock-like action he could do was climb and flap his wings.
One day, while training his hunting skills with his father and mother, a gun shot rang out.
"PRIME! RUN!" His mother and mother screamed. He began running, as fast as he could, using his tail as a rudder to help him turn, just as he had learned from his father. Prime turned his head back towards his father and mother, and saw his father in a cage and his mother dead.
With tears in his eyes, Prime continued to run. He ran far, far away. He soon found himself in a large grassy area, with animals that walked on two feet, and had no fur.
"Where am I?" He thought. Prime walked towards a tree in the distance. Upon arriving at it, he curled up at the base, and fell asleep.
Prime woke up to find that he had a visitor. On the other side of the the tree, sat one of the fur-less animals. She was making noises, not words with her mouth. His mother described the noise as humming. She was scratching away with what looked like a stick at a large white leaf. Or at least he thought it was a leaf. Next to her was a brown bag, it was large enough to fit him. When the furless animal looked away, Prime crawled inside the bag, and made himself comfortable.
Suddenly, Prime felt something moving in next to him. Looking at it, he saw that it was the white leaves and the phony stick! Then he felt being lifted off the ground.
Before he knew it, the bag was opening, and he saw the fur-less creature peering down at him. Strangely enough, he felt a positive, loving vibe coming off of her. Sitting up, he sniffed her face. The vibe matched her scent, loving.
"Hello little pup. Crawled into my bag didn't cha?" She said, scooping him up.
"Oh my! You have feathers! And wings..." The creature said, surprised. Prime snuggled into the creature's chest. He felt safe and secure there. He felt that he would stay with the creature forever.
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Use [for pet]:
I'm hoping to be able to find some role-plays [if I get him, I'll join in the Symphony RP] for him. <3 I will also be searching for artists to draw him. I'd also use him in my signature. :]
I'd also love to try drawing him anthro/furry.
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Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
{Reason For Name}
He is named Prime because he was a breeding success. To most, a dog and a peacock mating and having offspring? Could never happen. But for them, it did.
Prime, the word means: A state or time of greatest strength, vigor, or success in a person's life.{Art}
http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z37 ... 6_0764.jpg\Drawn And Colored By Me/

\Lines By Sorrel :: Colored By Me/
{Age}
2 Human Years
{Mate}
Candy{Likes}
+Pizza
+Girls /chance to find a mate!\
+Drawing
+Blue
+Running
+Climbing
+Gymnastics
{Dislikes}
+Green Beans
+Rude People
+Acting /doesn't like all the lights, people and pretending to fit a role that isn't him\
+People Ruffling His Feathers (Literally And Figuratively) /it takes hours to set the feathers straight:hard for him to calm down when mad\
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Keep this here. :'D