By Axlotl
A Forbidden Friendship, so alive
Despite the hate it's members thrive
A hated relationship the key
To unlock friends of harmony
And now the two will always be
Partners wanted for treachery.
{{Drop-out for Kennel 84;}}
Username:
Festus(CH)
Kennel Number:
#72
{{Seventy-Two}}
Why would you like this character
Wesleydog would know.
I have an addiction to Australian Shepherds. They're so adorable and gorgeous, I love them. My own fursona is an Aussie mix. I eyed this one and the female below her for a while, and now that I have time to write a form I feel very bonded with this girl. I love her simple coloration. The fact that her ears are floppy and her tail is short makes her all the more incredible and irresistible for me. Now that I've grown attached to the design, I have to go for her.
What will you do for this character?:
I plan on treating her like a princess. I already love her a lot. A special place in my character website and tons of art. Her design is so adorably simple and easy to replicate, I think it will be hard not to get art of her. She deserves it too. I want to give her a good home, and on top of that, a new family within my characters.
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Username:
Festus(CH)
Kennel Number:
#78
{{Seventy-Eight}}
Why would you like this character:
Have I mentioned I'm an addict for Pit Bulls as well?
Pits are my life at the moment, I have my own and love her to bits. Pibbles and Aussies are my current dog-related obsessions. This fella caught my eye first when I saw him. I adore the simple design, yet it's complicated in a way. His reddish brown facial marking has a similar color to my own dog's color, making him even more amazing. Plus, he's a Pit! This absolute gorgeous coloration on my favorite breed of dog snared this boy a spot in my heart <3
What will you do for this character?:
Treat him as greatly as I aim to treat the Aussie. My two favorite breeds, together, it's an amazing sight. I've already got a lot planned for these two, although it depends on how busy I get, and how much time and effort I'll be able to put into it. This fella will get art and a character page and all like the Aussie will. <3
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Bailey
Gender:
Female
Species:
Dog
Australian Shepherd
Orientation:
Straight as a line. :B
Favorite Quote:
"No matter how much dogs fight,
there always seem to be plenty of puppies."
~A spin-off of a quote by Abraham Lincoln
Birth Date:
October Tenth, 1880
11:45 P.M.
Astrological Sign:
Libra
Read about Libra here
Height & Weight:
Height; 20 in.
Weight; 48 Ib.
Likes:
Calm Places-
Silence-
Time to Think-
Rataxes-
Friendly People-
Sticking to Corners-
Dislikes:
Street Dogs-
Dirt and Dust-
Dog Kibble and Trash-
Cats, Birds, Hamsters, etc.- Name:
Rataxes
Gender:
Male
Species:
Dog
American Pit Bull Terrier
Orientation:
Straight
Favorite Quote:
"He who knows when he can fight and
when he cannot, will be victorious."
~Sun Tzu
Birth Date:
October Tenth, 1880
11:48 P.M.
Astrological Sign:
Aries
Read about Aries here
Height & Weight:
Height; 22 in.
Weight; 50 Ib.
Likes:
Excitement-
His Mother-
Bailey-
Exploring-
Breaking Rules-
Dislikes:
Fighting to Survive-
All Humans-
Being Stuck-
Cages-
Personality:
Clever
Bailey was raised with a rich family. Her owners were both famous scientists, and she learned a lot from them, including a lot about science and history. Now she has an exceedingly well developed brain and is capable of tricks that other dogs wouldn't be able to do. Bailey can tell shapes, pictures, sounds, and all sorts of other things, and is easily able to respond to them.
Touchy
A lot like her owners, Bailey is fidgety and touchy about a lot. She has to have everything be "perfect" and dislikes asymmetrical things. She isn't just touchy about those sorts of things either; Bailey is also touchy about her past. She hates talking about it and refuses anyone who wants to know something. Bailey doesn't mind if they get angry with her, as long as no one knows what happened.
Thoughtful
A large brain requires a lot of thinking. Bailey loves to think, and is incredibly thoughtful. She likes to think about all sorts of things, including dreams of hers, academic principles, challenging puzzles, and possibilities that might be succeeded. Bailey can sometimes be a bit too thoughtful, unfortunately for her. She is sometimes late for supper because she has become 'lost in thought'.
Skittish
Being raised by humans all her life, Bailey is slightly skittish. She's easily surprised and fearful, especially of new things. A lot take advantage of this, and Bailey is having a harder and harder time coping. She is afraid that she will lose it completely one day, and then she will be afraid of absolutely everything. So far though she is mostly fine and dealing with her fears and skittish behaviours.
Somewhat Snotty
Rich people aren't always stuck up and snotty. Bailey is only sometimes. What this means is she does tell people off, but not at the littlest things like her owners sometimes do. She's more likely only to go off when she feels threatened or hurt. No, she doesn't stick her nose in the air when she fights back either. Bailey snarls at them and snaps threateningly, which is surprising for such a tame dog.
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Personality:
Excited
Rataxes is easily excited and loves to be. He is overactive and hyper, so even small excitement causes him to go into a hyperactive excitement rage. He's slowly mellowing out as he grows older, but it isn't going very quickly. The other dogs are fast to avoid him if he gets excited. Rataxes is known to snap and bite others if he goes over the top. Although he is super excitable, he does know when to stop.
Courageous
Living in the streets and fending for himself has given Rataxes a courage not seen commonly in other dogs. He is beyond brave, and has practically no sense of fear. Rataxes would rather laugh in the face of danger than fight or run from it. He can be adventurous, but this is thanks to his sense of amazing courage. Most dogs flee the catcher, but Rataxes chases him like the mailman. He loves showing off his bravery.
Somewhat Dimwitted
Not having a mother or father to teach him, Rataxes isn't very smart. He knows the streets, best places to get food, and plenty of street senses, but other than that he doesn't know very much. He hates when people make fun of him for it, and will bite if he does something stupid and others laugh. He may not be smart but he is powerful and not afraid to attack you if you truly deserve it.
Strong
Rataxes is a pit bull, and those dogs are known to be pure muscle. He is very strong, but not just outside his mind, inside it as well. Rataxes will not break for anything, whatever the consequences. He's been known to hold secrets for friends and never let anyone else know, even if they attack him. He also uses his physical strength to defend truth and secrets, so most don't bother him about it, making him stronger inside.
Willing
Rataxes is surprisingly willing. As long as there is something in it for him, he's in. Rataxes provides the brute strength and cunning needed to do a lot of jobs, and has been pretty willing to do them. This is liked by many, but despite his willingness to do things he is still treated with a lot of respect. He is also willing in another sense; Strong-Willed, and less likely to be hurt by emotion.
H i s t o r y :
October Tenth;
1880
;Abingdon Street;
Bailey
The small pup whimpered as she snuffled around, searching in desperation for her mother's side. Her mother, a gentle pure-bred Australian Shepherd, nudged the pup towards her, allowing it to suckle her warm milk. The other pups followed. The mother whimpered slightly as she grew tired and it became harder for her to breath. She continued to feed her pups, despite the pain.
The dogs were all set up in a soft, cozy environment, so as not to stress the mother. She lay on a large, silken pillow surrounded by red velvet drapes, and was in perfect privacy. Her owners sat outside on a small, formal couch, wearing their finest so as to look great when they saw the pups. The woman, Lida, worried greatly. Her darling Aussie had gone into fits going into labor, and she feared the dog would not survive.
Moments later, a soft whimpering and whining echoed from the covered den. There were pups alright, and it sounded like a lot of them. The sire of the pups, a large and gentle Australian Shepherd known as Baron, perked his ears and slowly started wagging his tail. He was highly trained out of getting excited, but this was a big moment. His litter, the pups he had sired, were born. The owners stood, Lida tightening her grip on her husband's hand. It was the moment of truth; They were to pick one dog out of the litter, and the rest would be sold once they reached weaning. She trembled slightly, taking uneven steps towards the bed. "My dearest, be not afraid. I am here to catch you. Your darling Melli is still alive, I am assured. It is unlikely she died through giving birth. She's a strong dog." Lida's husband, Peter, comforted his wife gently. They stopped just before the bed, and kneeled down to take a look.
Lida smiled at Peter, and he gave her a quick peck on the cheek. He grinned, then whistled to call Baron. The father would most likely want to see his pups, wouldn't he? Baron eagerly slid forward, skidding across the slippery marble tiles as his claws clicked the ground. He had lost all composure in his excitement, but regained it as he fell three times on the ground. He assumed a professional position, and sat beside Peter looking down at the bed. His body trembled slightly, with massive excitement building up. "Well... This is the big moment Peter. The unveiling of my baby girl's children." Lida shook fearing the worst. Peter put an arm around her, in a comforting gesture. "Let us see what God* has blessed our delightful Melli with." Lida nodded and allowed Peter to pull back the velvet curtains surrounding the dog. As soon as she saw the sight within, she screamed. Her world went black, as Lida fainted to the floor.
;City Slums;
Rataxes
The slum dogs had all surrounded the female; A large pit bull with vicious fangs and wicked claws. She was called the Queen of the slum, and was the only female allowed to reproduce and have her pups protected. She was going into labor for the Eighth time in her life. She groaned and was quick to snap at any dog who dared try to come near. The only one she trusted was Barbit, her mate. He helped protect her as she went in and out of labor. As the pups arrived, she nudged them towards herself and they were quick to suckle with pleasure.
The fea's milk was slightly spoiled, as the food in the slums was rotten and mostly garbage. She frowned dislikingly as she saw some of her pups, as many were small and undesirable. She cast them into the crowd of slum dogs, where their lives were spent to feed the canines. Two survived, a small powerful male and a little female who had pushed all the others out of one area and only fed there. Their mother was pleased at their strength and abilities. She allowed them to nurse while Barbit remained on the defensive. Deciding it was soon time to leave the slums and raise her surviving pups,she stood and snatched them both up in her massive jaws. Barbit scattered the slum dogs, and the pair walked off, to a better part of the city. There would be better food for her pups there, and they would grow stronger and be able to defend their mother.
She traveled for a while, but finally arrived at her destination. An ambulance whizzed past the pit, and Barbit snapped at it. She settled into a small alleyway and allowed her pups to suckle once more. Only, the female was no longer moving. She had died from exposure to the cold and loss of nutrients from milk. The female grumbled and cast the body away. She had no use for a dead pup. The male, however, was as lively as ever. His body appeared pure white, and he squirmed with a livelihood she had not seen in a long while.
The pit settled down, her nose in an old rotted steak. This was the rich part of town, and a ton of good would come from it. The male however, was uncomfortable in the area. He disliked the fact that many a dog catcher would travel trough it, and he growled at the fact. If he got rid of this last pup, however, he and the female could move back to their home, at safety in the slums. All at once, he decided. The pup was one of many; he could die and the fea wouldn't care. Barbit was sure of it. He steadied himself, with a slight grin to his mate. She eyed him uncertainly, and watched him carefully. Barbit trotted backwards into the alley, then ran at his mate full speed. She snarled with anger as he set to lock his jaws around her only pups neck.
;Abingdon Street;
Bailey
Peter watched sadly as the ambulance sputtered, sending exhaust everywhere, then left. His wife had fainted, and probably suffered a concussion. Her favorite, most beloved dog. Melli, a sweet, harmless, and rather loving pure-bred Australian Shepherd. Dead. He looked at the body of the dog, which was covered by a soft silk blanket. Beneath the pups were squirming and feeding off their mother still; She had milk left and until it had all been sucked up they would suckle. Peter bent down and patted Baron, who was in an unfaltering emotional depression. He looked into the basket, at the pups, lifting the cloak to see them. Most were squirming like mad and acting like pups would, but one was not. This pup was very different, even in coloration. Her brothers and sisters all had a reddish to their premature coats. The little lady had black pigment, with a small amount of faded orange popping from beneath.
Peter took great interest in the pup. She was squirming much less than the others, and drank almost daintily from the last reserves of her mother's milk. He liked how she behaved, so calm and reserved. Not daring lift her up yet, Peter sat and marveled her soft coat, and how she was calmer than her rambunctious litter-mates. He watched her until the dead hours of the night. The pups became a mesmerizing sea of colors, and slowly Peter lost consciousness. He was so tired, so tuckered out from his wife's collapse. The next morning he was to visit her and they would pick out a pup from the litter to keep forever. Pete's thoughts swam and slowly he fazed out of consciousness, no longer able to hold the stress and his own tiredness.
Peter woke up and walked to the hospital. He did not wish to take the old buggy out, as she was an antique and would not do well in the rain soaked cobblestone road. The hospital was nearly empty, and Peter easily found his wife. Lida was about ready to go home. As soon as he walked in, she wept into his arms. Comforting her, he walked her home. They found the pups squealing and crying for more milk. "Lida, please, pick your favorite." Said Peter kindly. Lida nodded and, looking down at the pups again, felt tears streaming down her face once more. Her eyes were trained on the little black female. She gently lifted the puppy, who yipped and licked her face once, looking for milk with trained eagerness. Lida smiled, and put the puppy into Peter's arms. "This one, Peter. This one." He nodded and they adopted the little female, to have her become their beloved pet.
;Mansion Alleys;
Rataxes
The fea snarled at her mate, her jaws firmly locked on the side of his head. The pup was safe, for now, but she knew she could not protect him like this forever. Barbit whined in pain, trying to release himself from her vice-like grip. She could crush his skull and he knew it. Barbit was released, just barely with his life. He stared at his former mate with such hatred and ferocity, it was unbearable for her. She wanted him out of there. Standing gingerly, so as not to hurt her pup, the pit snapped at her former mate, her fury unleashed in quick, short bites. He fled from her, knowing that they were no longer friends, but bitter, hating enemies.
The female snorted as he raced away, proud of herself. She returned to her final pup, nuzzling him lovingly, and licked his forehead. The pup suckled milk greedily, while his mother contemplated about what to do next. She would certainly have to take care of her pup, but she would also need to take care of herself. With Barbit out of the picture, she had no one to fetch food for her. During times like this, her mind flooded with ideas and often bad ones; Leaving her pup to a different family, teaching him to hunt for her at a very early age, and all sorts of crazy plans to survive.
She decided on neither the latter nor the first. The nameless female had the best idea that would benefit them both; Begging. While she might not be as good at it, teaching her puppy to beg early on would greatly increase their chance at survival. He was small, young, and cute. Irresistible to humans. Most would think of him as the most darling thing ever, and would most likely toss him some bread or possibly left over chicken. With this implemented in her brain, the fea went about taking care of her now beloved pup. It would take a lot of training to get him up to speed on what his job was, but it shouldn't have been too hard. The female just wanted to survive.
Six Months Later
;Abingdon Street;
Bailey
"Bailey! Get back here this instant!"
Peter laughed at the puppy. She was the most delightful thing he and Lida had had in their home in quite a while, ever since Melli died. Her littermates had been handed off and given away, but she was allowed to stay. Her remarkable coat patterns were much loved by the husband and wife, and so was her adoring personality. She was still quite young, but her rambunctiousness was expected.
"Gotta catch me first Master!" Barked the pup, although her master didn't understand her. Her name had been decided as Bailey, and she loved her family. Bailey ran about the house, skittering along the marble floors and leaving little scratch marks on the carpets, that the maid would later have to clean up. She was glad to have such a nice home, such loving owners; It was heaven on Earth.
Bailey was highly prized by the couple. She was a purebred, and had the best disposition possible for her breed. She was young, and beautiful, and lively. While most puppies would have trouble learning tricks, from their fidgety behavior and their want to play, Bailey learned easily and seemed eager to please her masters. She was clever, and had settled into their daily regime.
In the mornings, a simple ritual proceeded in which Bailey would awaken her masters. This was followed by breakfast; A bagel and coffee for Bailey, eggs and coffee for Peter, and eggs on toast for Lida, who wasn't a fan of coffee. The day continued as Peter went to work and Bailey went to look at a book in the library with Lida. She was a dog, but also a fan of books. The images interested her greatly. They read until Peter came home midday, and then all of them sat down for lunch. Afterwards, Peter went to a meeting or a demonstration with Lida, and Bailey was left alone. When the pair came home, a supper was had and they would settle down after for reading again in the library. It was truly Bailey's favorite thing in life.
But soon, something would change.
;Mansion Alleys;
Rataxes
"Mother, I brought you dinner."
Rataxes, a small pup with sparkling curious eyes, dropped the old, partially green steak in front of his mother. He backed off, sitting nearby to wait. She smiled at him, and ate gladly. It was apparent that in her older age she was growing weaker and weaker, but that didn't stop her son from appeasing her great appetite. He could have killed her, even at his young age, but he chose to treat her with kindness and respect.
Rataxes fed off of his own, measly piece of steak, glad even though it was quite small. The taste of meat filled his belly and he thanked his lucky stars about where he was. His mother and him had not had a single tangle with the dog catchers or the richer off dogs the six months she and him had been through. She had taken time out of her life to raise Rataxes, had spent herself keeping him alive and safe, He loved his mother desperately, and would do anything for her.
Rataxes heard his mother calling, and fetched to her side. "Yes, mother?" He asked with politeness. "Drop the politeness my boy, it's not a street dog thing." She snapped back at him. He nodded. "What is it?" He growled, and she smiled approvingly. He grinned with success and sat down near her, licking her back where she couldn't reach. Arthritis had plagued the old dog, and she had many troubles moving about anymore. Time was against her anymore. Her son was her only chance of survival. If he left, she was as good as dead.
"Would you ever leave me, my boy?" She asked him softly. He looked away for a moment, thoughtful. "Not unless I was ordered to do so.." He replied gently. She nodded and licked his forehead with a sigh. He settled next to her, comfortable, happy, and satisfied. Rataxes wanted nothing at all to change, for this was the life of a king.
Unfortunately, change was all there was in his future.
Six Months Later
;Abingdon Street;
Bailey
;Abingdon Street;
Rataxes
Bailey was very excited. It was time for her to go for a walk.
Now, normally dogs would not be excited about this, but Bailey was incredibly excited. She was overjoyed, as she only got to go outside to the garden on most days. Her owners had decided, on her 1st birthday, to take their beloved pet to the park not far away. They trusted her off of her leash, as she was more loyal to them than they even knew.
Bailey jumped about, eagerly encouraging her masters to attach her leash. She had not worn her leash for a long time, but she was ready for it now. Peter laughed at her eagerness. "Here you are, my little pumpkin. Here we can go for a walk!" Lida smiled at her puppy, who was no longer a puppy. She was almost a full grown dog now. Lida and Peter both knew the sorts of dangers you could find on the streets. They had heard of their neighbors, whose dogs had run off to be with street mutts. Hopefully, Bailey would stay with them.
Rataxes nuzzled his mother, lovingly checking her joints and licking her fur clean. He was massive now; Pure muscle, thick bones, and a maw that took up half his face. "You sure you'll be fine alone for a while?" He asked her curiously, wondering about her truthfulness. "I'll be fine! Get out of here and have some fun" She replied with a nip. He smirked at her and trotted off.
Rataxes left the alley. He was going to the park to hang out for a while. His mother had allowed him to go. Still as rambunctious as a puppy, Rataxes hadn't changed much. He was still very eager and ready to go, not to mention how gleeful he was. So far, Rataxes had to fight off every single dog he had met. He had never been able to just talk to them, and not fight them. Now he had a chance to actually talk, and not fight. Most dogs saw him as dangerous; He was a pitbull. This was untrue. Rataxes simply wanted a friend, other than his mum. Perhaps, at the park, he might find one.
Bailey walked along eagerly, not pulling her leash but leaning slightly forward to get moving. She hated standing still. The streets were clean and crisp with recent rain, soft leaves billowing about in a wind. Peter cuddled Lida, and they went arm and arm behind their eager Aussie. Bailey was so curious; She only really got to see outside from in her home. "It's amazing out here! I can't believe I get to see other organisms continuing their own daily lives!" Bailey was overexcited about it. There was no reason for her excitement, but she didn't care.
It didn't take long to arrive at the park; It wasn't too far from the house, and the family had walked quickly. Yes, that's what they were, a family. She and her mum and dad, Lida and Peter weren't masters anymore. Mum and dad they were. "Alright, Bailey, you can come off your leash. Just don't run away" Peter released Bailey from her rope as soon as they were safely inside the park. She pranced about on the soft grass, her soft green collar ringing gently as she went. This was amazing, but soon it would become even stranger. This trip to the park would be life-changing.
Rataxes enjoyed his walk to the park. It was particularly calming, and he was happy to see it was no longer raining. He bounced along, hitting the sidewalk with a happiness never seen before. He was amazingly eager, happy, and just outright optimistic. A house-dog could be expected of this. Normally, though, street mutts were pessimistic; they believed they had the glass half empty. Nothing fazed Rataxes from his eager state. He was just too excited to slow down. This trip to the park only made him happier. As soon as he returned to his mother, they could settle down again, but with a much happier Rataxes.
Rataxes perked his ears suddenly, pausing in his excited hopping. A man, who thought he was silent, thought very wrong. Rataxes knew exactly what was going on. He waited carefully, timing his steps. Every single step this man took rang in his ears "One.... Two... Three!" He took off, flying down the street, catching the man by surprise. The guy fell over himself, after thinking he had the dog in his net. Rataxes laughed, watching the man fall flat on his face. He jumped a fence right into the park and gladly trotted along. A feeling filled him and he ran about, eyes closed. Normally he would have navigated easily. Instead, this time, he slammed into something, or someone. This was a moment that would change his life.
;City Park;
Bailey;;Rataxes
Both. In. Blue.
Bailey groaned, standing up and using a paw to dust herself off. "What was that fo...." She stopped mid-sentence and stared at the one who slammed into her. A tall, strong looking dog with tannish-white fur and a sunset-red marking around his eye. He stood up, muscles rippling beneath his short coat, and shaking his soft, floppy ears over and over. Bailey was quick to shake out of that dream-land.
"What was that for!?" She repeated. Rataxes turned to her. "Oh, um... I'm sorry. I had this feeling to run and...." He stared at the dog with interest. She was a city dog, he could tell by the way she sat and her collar, but she was still beautiful. Her eyes, a clear blue, were mesmerizing to him. Her bushy, supple coat with a mix of orange, black, and white caught in the soft wind, and waved like a shimmering sea. He stood, completely taken by her.
"Well? Are you going to reply or not?" Snapped Bailey. She was particularly annoyed at his behavior. He was just staring at her. "Oh, um! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Replied Rataxes, his eyes gentle and watching. He stretched out, putting on a winning smile. "Wanna go for a walk around the park?" He asked. Bailey frowned, but thought about it. "I'd rather not now. My masters are calling." She replied, and hopped back to Peter gladly. He patted her side, and clipped her leash on. They walked outside of the park and left.
Bailey sighed, as she bounced along beside her owners, nuzzling their legs and panting. The park had been an amazing visit, until she met that other dog. "Who was that..." She frowned. He was definitely a street dog, but he surely didn't seem like one. He was more friendly, and much more easy-going. She knew the street mutts to be dangerous and quick to fight. This bothered her, the fact he hadn't attacked her. Bailey shook it out of her thoughts as she arrived home.
*At the time this story is set, most men and women believed in God. I myself do not, and this is not a purposeful pointing to his existence. Please no one take offense.
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL Big WIP c:
Black Ice
). Anyways in the ways of what I will do for her. I will probably make her a mate and put her on my charrie thread. On there I will add some more info on her talents and stuff.
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all the best everyone xx
