Username: Chirai
Name: Flame
Gender: Male
Species: Finnish Spitz
Kennel Number: 58
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?: I love this fella. He is like the flame in my heart, just bursting to spread love, charring those in his path....but not with flames, but with memories of the good times they had together. I really would like him because he is a simple, yet unique character; bright and beautiful. He is natural colored, which is a rare thing for me, to have a natural colored character capture my heart like this guy. I will draw art of him whenever i can, role play with him, write stories and poetry of him and he will go in my character thread. (It's in my signature, under Fursona, which is supposed to say Characters)
Personality: Flame is a fiery boy; full of energy and bursting with pride. He enjoys a friendly challenge every-so-often and loves a quick race. He can be temperamental at times, but will supply you with warmth and love once tamed, just like what he was named after: flames.
History: Flame sneezed. The cold made him shiver. His sand-colored paws were sunk deep in fresh snow as he awaited for his pal, Alex (look in my character thread for her). She was always late, no matter the occasion. "You would be late to your own funeral!" He once complained, jokingly furious. She was his closest friend, even more, one that was a female. No, she was not his mate or anything of the such, just a friend. Neither was interested in the other; a safe relationship of opposite genders. She was quiet and shy, and he, unlike her, was loud and rambunctious, eager for play. He sidestepped into the snow, moving to keep warm. He craned his neck towards the dark hill in front of him, and squinting to see the faded shadow, that appeared to be a.....wolf. He shook his head. There she is! He raced over to her and skidded to a stop, inches in front of her. She blinked and shook her pelt of the snow that he sprayed while stopping.
"C'mon, you're late enough already! They are waiting!" He shouted, already on the way. She followed, without a word.
"Her and her silence," He muttered under his breath, which appeared like thin fog.
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