Ƭ н ɛ Ɖ ɛ ʌ ι ℓ ' ƨ Ƙ ι и ❇ semi-literate ❇ two spots

[Destonation]

(( Yay! I'm so glad you have taken an interest. ^.^

Yes, you may make two characters. If you do I believe that would make twenty dogs. I will give you all three- four dayd to finish your forms before I open this up again. :3 ))

[enigma.]

Siren|Female|Awake|Talking|Tagged: Lyra/Demetri

Siren sat in her moment of darkness, she was thrashing her tail violently from side to side. The pounding in her head had grown worse, it was beating against the sides of her skull. She could only hope that the pains wouldn't get worse. Taking her paws she set them on top of her head and pushed down on it. It was an attempt to dull the pain but did nothing at all to do so.
If you are to survive
As a family
You must stay
For if the number
is broken now
The monsters will come alive
More fearful than thought in the day"
Each word slipped from her mouth before she even realized what happened. But almost instantly the pain slipped away, she was left panting. When she heard someone talking she tensed and launched, her whole being still on alert. She felt her paws collide with the soft fur of Demetri and push him to the ground. It took her a few minutes to register all that happened but when it did she stepped back. "What is it?" She asked as calmly as she could, her legs felt like lightning and just shot through them. She was awake now. She smiled at his explanation and nodded her head. she watched Demetri go the direction of the dog. Quickly she went in a big circle around the dog, careful to keep Lyra in her sights and her out of Lyra's. Once she'd come behind Lyra she slowly began walking up behind the two. Stopping she let a growl ripple from deep in her throat and out. With a quick motion she had shoved herself into Lyra shoving her to the ground. "Let's go. Bruce is waiting." She snapped, boring her eyes into Lyra's.

Demetri|Male|Agrivated|Watching|Tagged: Lyra/Siren

When Lyra once again stood still his agrivation began rising. She might be taller then him but there was a reason he was a scout. Thinking for a moment he decided to tell her of her options. "You have two options. One: you can come with me to meet Bruce. Two: you can die. No dog sees us then leaves. And trust me, with the dogs we have you won't get far before we find you." He replied to her. "I'll get someone to further explain it to you." He said darkly. With a turn he padded off. He looked around, knowing how Siren hd seemed to shake the dog he figured finding her would be best. His head swung from side to side until finally they rested on the dark form laying still. Her paws were over her head and soft words were coming out her mouth. He couldn't quite catch them but they way they sounded scared him. Slowly he crept over and lowered his head. "Siren? I need your help.." He was surprised when the black dog leapt at him and tackled him to the ground. Demetri felt the ground rush up and smacked him. He listened to her ask what it was. "The stranger needs a little encouragement to go see Bruce. If you catch my drift." He watched her lift her head to think then nod.
Jumping up he padded back to Lyra. Standing a few steps out the way he merely stared at her and the figure approaching behind her. "Someone will be here in a moment."

[ossa di cervo]

((Just finished Dakota. He'd make a good beta/delta or raid leader if you need any of those. ^^ Feel free to throw him where ever you think he'd be okay/needed! Haha.))

[indefinite.]

{{ may i reserve a beta female named nimble prosperity? }}

[Destonation]

(( I will put Dakota at delta male, I think he would do well there. ^3^

@indefinite: Alright, your spot is reserved. :3

@Silver: Hum... We might not have the room for you to make a second character, I'm sorry to say. ono

@Derezzed Ambush: I would really like it if your form be edited by two days from today, because there are others interested in your slot. Sorry about the rush, but I'm trying to make it fair. :c

@Nellas Lissësúl: Is it alright if you only have one dog? ^.^; ))

[like a king.]

    { I r o n } { Bast } { Female } { Tough }


    Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ--

    ʋƨɛяиαмɛ } I r o n

    иαмɛ } Bast
| Bast is the name of the cat goddess in Egyptian mythology |

    иιcκиαмɛ } "Bast, Bast, and only Bast."

    βяɛɛ∂ } Cretan Hound
| With some slight Basenji in there |

    ɢɛи∂ɛя } Female

    αɢɛ } Just over 3 years

   
    Ƭнɛ ˩σσκƨ --

    нɛιɢнт } Around 20 inches

    ωɛιɢнт } 65 pounds, give or take a few

    ɛʏɛ cσℓσя } Brown

    ρɛℓт } Bast's coat is light, layed out neatly across her body like a white sheet, but provides warmth and is the perfect rain pelt. It's made up of short white hairs, and expresses a bit of how she feels.

    вʋιℓ∂ } Bast's frame is quick and slender, the typical build for her breed of Greek hunting hounds. She can move easily on her oval, cat-like paws. Not the tallest female, seeing as her dad was 25% Basenji, but not the smallest, either.

    ∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ


    Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --

    cяʋƨн } "Ha! Yeah, pfft, no."

    мαтɛ } "Not likely. Not happening."

    ғαмιℓʏ } Isis|mother|unknown
Anubis|father|unknown
Horus|brother|dead
Khepri|sister|alive


    Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --

    ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ } Bast is... Different.
She isn't exactly what I'd call nice, but she's not mean. Usually.
When you first meet her, she gives the impression of a cold-hearted Cretan Hound, who could really not care less about you and your troubles. Get to know her, and she'll greet you with the word "Hey,"  instead of the normal "What do you want?" Dig deeper, and she will let you know how she's feeling, what's on her mind, even a few secrets. Except for one secret, which she vowed never to tell:
Everyone Bast meets, she will give up her life for, no matter how annoying, how mean, or how downright evil they are.

Sometimes, though, Bast can seem like the meanest dog in the world. If you make her mad, she will growl, bark, and bite until she scares you into apologizing. These tantrums can last for days, with no sign of stopping, but there's no need to be afraid. If you stand up to her, she'll regard you with an odd affection for the rest of your life.

"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You made me mad,
But I still love you."

~ Bast

    нιƨтσяʏ } Bast was born in Greece, along with her sister, Khepri, and brother, Horus, who also carry Egyptian names. Raised in Crete, she learned how to track, hunt, stalk, and hide when needed. Her life was good and so was her family.
Until rough hands dragged her away in the night, along with her siblings.

Locked in crates and shipped overseas, the three pups were separated, except for when the people unloaded into a whole different country, one that was unlike Greece in almost every way. New York was loud, crowded, and polluted. Bast didn't like it.
It didn't help raise her affections toward the city when Horus never opened his eyes and his heartbeat stopped cold. So for her dead brother's sake, the Cretan Hound fought her way out of the human's reach, dragging Khepri along the whole time.

They roamed the streets, scrounging for food, only going into public when the cars and bustling city people had died down. Khepri grew in height, passing Bast, and was an excellent hunter. Bast knew that she could take care of herself on her own, so with good wishes and farewells, the two sisters parted ways.
Bast stuck to allies and abandoned shacks, living life the best she could, until she found a pack known as The Devil's Kin.

    ℓικɛƨ } - Friends
- Cats
- Her home, back in Greece
- Family
- Hunting

    ∂ιƨℓικɛƨ } - Enemies
- Sharks
- Humans
- Thorns
- Crates

    ғɛαяƨ } "There's nothing worse than being locked behind bars with no one to rely on, to one to cry to, no one to look at, and all the while you're being shipped off to who-knows-where."

    Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --

    яαиκ } Raider

~~~

Иιαℓℓ

While Bruce was talking, his muscles tensed, fur on edge, Niall listened. That's what he did well, he listened. His friend went on about the pack and loners, and he could tell that the alpha was scared.
Honestly, Niall was too.
It wasn't the prophecy, though that did put him on edge, but the thought of killing a basically innocent dog? It frightened him way too much.
He pricked his ears when Bruce asked him a question, sniffed the air, and frowned. "Yeah, smell it. But... Who?"

Niall pondered this, because no one in the camp had that scent. It was a loner's scent. This only dug deeper into his confusion but his questions were answered when Alysia ran up. She interacted with Bruce for a few moments, then dashed off on a new set task, and the German Shepherd turned to him.
To Niall, the thing he asked of him seemed like a big task, but maybe it was the way he said it; like sea foam spraying off the ocean, that calmed him down. "Really?" he asked, a smile growing on his face. "I'd love to, and you know how good I am at introducing doggies to other doggies." This time, he returned the wink, sticking out his tongue in the process. "Besides, I'll do anything for you, big boy."

[Destonation]

(( Bast is accepted. ^.^

Wait, I may have gotten myself confused. Either Silver or Nellas Lissësúl may make a second character, I'll let you two work it out.

The only three positions left are Omega, Lead Raider and Scout Trainee ( is going to be a pup ;3 ). ))

[indefinite.]

Ⓝⓘⓜⓑⓛⓔ

☑ beta female

cσηνєяѕαтιση ѕтαятєяѕ

Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ nimble prosperity.
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs just prosper, nimble, or nim.
Rᴀɴᴋ beta female.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ female.
Aɢᴇ five years old.

σвנєcтѕ ιη мιяяσя αяє cℓσѕєя тнαη тнєу αρρєαя

Qᴜɪᴄᴋ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ nim is a narrow, muscular german shepherd looking dog. with fully pricked ears and a thin, wirery tail she is always considered the gorgeous of the street dogs as they come. her almond brown eyes are a sure breath holder, and black velvety nose always moist.
Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ almond brown.
Fᴜʀ Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ grey and white.
Bʀᴇᴇᴅ siberian husky, german shepherd mix
Bᴏᴅʏ large breed dog.

яєα∂ιηg вєтωєєη тнє ℓιηєѕ

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ nim is one of those rare cases of dogs you don't see everyday. not only is she both a beautiful specimine to look at, already such an uncommon thing, but she is also kind and considerate of those around her. she is gentle to everyone who crosses her path, first impressions poor or not. a mother hen is often what she is reffered to as, considering she is always there to lend a helpful hand. she get's called a cat too, because of course, she is a curious young female, as would anyone be in the situation she's in. when it comes to a conversation, she is a dreaful embarrsssment though. her constant jumbling of words and mixed phrases raises some eyebrows, but she gets props for trying though. she may be quick on her feet, but injuring any other in any sort of manner is unacceptable in her mind. she could never purposly give anyone physical harm; its just something even her body won't allow. nimble prosperity isnt always beauty and grace. she can be overbearing at times, and sometimes thinks she is suripior in looks to others, which may be true in some cases, but no one should brag. she has much to learn if she wants to become a fully capable of being a true friend.
the rules are practically nim's life, often getting her called a goody goody. from respecting her elders, to holding herelf to a high standard, she lives for it all. sometimes, she feels as if she needs to prove herself higher than her peers because she wants to be appreciated and fulfill her dream. she is strong headed, which is clearly evident in her work. if she feels things arent going how she likes, she'll step right in and start over, this time her own way. she wouldn't necessarily be called a comedian, but she does have her moments, as well as anger and cheerful.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ nimble prosperity's history begins with a dog named lilly's breath. lilly was born a stray, and became impregnated during her young life. she was a german shepherd, her mate a siberian husky. well lilly didnt want the same life for her pups as she had gotten, and so she sought out a human family. then she met the petersons. they took her in with open arms and she had her puppies there. what lilly didnt expect was for the petersons to sell her puppies afterwards. her son, beariful snarl, was given to an elderly couple, and so he was assumed to have a wonderful life. and sweet serenity, nim's sister, was given to a little girl named emily. nimble prosperity was sold to a young man in search for a puppy as a 'babe magnet'. when nimble's so called purpose didnt work out, she was tied up in the backyard and forgotten about. it wasnt until an elderly lady next door freed her that she became a stray dog, living life on the streets.
Sᴋɪʟʟs & Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs she is literally built for speed and agility, not swimming or climbing obstacles. bring her near water and she'll freeze up. give her open plainsand she'll run quicker than you'll ever see a dog run.
Fʟᴀᴡs ᴀɴᴅ Gᴏᴏᴅ Tʀᴀɪᴛs she thinks highly of others, more than herself to be honest. she would never do things without a good reason to, but she is overly pushy. things must be done her way, or no way at all.

ℓσνє вυιℓ∂ѕ вяι∂gєѕ

Cʀᴜsʜ none.
Mᴀᴛᴇ none.
Pᴜᴘs none.
Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs she never knew her father, but her mothers name was lilly's breath.
Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs her brother's name was beariful snarl, her sister's name was sweet serenity.

єχтяα вαggαgє

Oᴛʜᴇʀ? none.

[Destonation]

(( Accepted! :3 ))

[Nellas]

(( @Nellas Lissësúl: Is it alright if you only have one dog? ^.^; ))

(( Yes, this is perfectly fine, no worries. Would you prefer a certain gender to keep things even? ))