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[jet pack blues]

[ fae ] - [ daisy mae ] - [ loner ] - [ unknown age (about 2-3) ]

Even from the very beginning, this sweet dog has been a take-charge sort of fae. She loves having company, but is always fine without. She's very protective over her friends, and would do anything to help them out. Daisy is a very bubbly, outgoing dog and never ceases to be happy. She's basically like an energetic ball of happiness, and loves to play as if she were still a puppy. Don't be fooled, though— this dog is not one to be rambled with. She's stubborn, and won't back down from a fight, even if she knows the odds are against her. On the bright side, though, she rarely ever picks fights and is generally very easy to along with. One of the downsides to this fae's take charge attitude, though, is that she may seem to be bossy at times. She's very intelligent, and sometimes takes that for granted by making sure that she gets to have a big say in decisions, and loves being in front of the pack.

Daisy was a born bird dog, and she knows it, too. She was raised on a breeding and training facility that specialized mainly in pointers like herself. She has very good bloodlines, and was treated like gold by the humans when she was still there. She was semi-trained at the mere age of 1 & 1/2, and the humans even had her out in the field. She had a natural ability of being able to carefully creep up on a bird and point it out at the perfect moment. She was very willing to her humans, and loved them. When she was about 2, though, she was out on a hunt in the middle of fall. They were on the trail, on their way home from it, and the curious fae got carried away. Before she knew it, she found herself alone and lost in the middle of an unknown forest. She learned to cope with her new surroundings, and has even found her way to a city, where there are plenty other strays and more food. Daisy settled there for almost a year, and has found herself enjoying the occasional pack rather than living alone.

Daisy Mae is said to have the best pelt around, it is unusually different from the others of her breed. The fae had the basic colors of her breed but has smaller and more amounts of chocolatey specks coating her entire body. Her paws are rather small although Daisy doesn't find that to be a problem, it is actually an advantage. Her small paws help her move swiftly and take sharper turns the average and move much quieter, so she won't be noticed as easily. The fae is said to have a longer tail then usual although Daisy Mae doesn't see any problem in that either, she actually likes her long tail. Unlike her other unique features, Daisy has the typical eye color for her breed which is a very light and golden bronze hazel. Daisy's opticals come of great use when begging for food, they can hypnotize a human with ease. All in all Daisy Mae has mainly the looks that her breed should, but if you take a gander closer their are some unique features that will make you want to know more.

This fae has never really focused on having a mate, even though she's always kept her eyes open. It's not her main problem at the moment, but maybe a bold brute might catch her eye soon. More often than not, Daisy is a sweetheart and is quite charming, and is flirty at times. As mentioned before, though, she's not currently searching and normally just messed around. On the other hand, the fae would make an excellent mother when she's ready, as she loves pups.

[b a d . w o l f]

－Ｓ Ｐ Ｅ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ－
ｅｖｅｒｙ ｔｅａｒｄｒｏｐ ｉｓ ａ ｗａｔｅｒｆａｌｌ

I turn the music up, I got my records on
From underneath the rubble sing a rebel song
Don't want to see another generation drop
I'd rather be a coma than a full stop

Maybe I'm in the black, maybe I'm on my knees
Maybe I'm in the gap between the two trapezes
But my heart is beating and my pulses start
Cathedrals in my heart

;ＴＨＥ ＢＩＧ ＰＩＣＴＵＲＥ;

ｍｙ ｎａｍｅ ｉｓ;; Spencer. I don't know why I was given such a long name, but my full name is Spencer Liam Genovè.

ｂｕｔ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｃａｌｌ ｍｅ;; Spence, Spencer... Doesn't really matter.

ｉ ａｍ ａ;; adult... What, you can't tell?! Oh well, I guess we just met. But I am a fully grown adult, not an over-sized pup. Although, I was the biggest of the litter... But nevermind that right now.

ｍｙ ａｇｅ ｉｓ;; three and a half. I was born the year Two-thousand-three-hundred-thirty-eight, September 15th.

;ＨＥＡＬＴＨ ＭＡＴＴＥＲＳ;

ｈｅｉｇｈｔ;; 31.5 inches at the withers



ｗｅｉｇｈｔ;; 80 lbs, measures 35" around the girth of his rib cage.
His ribs show , which means he is the proper weight.



ｂｏｄｙ ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ;; Spence's body is mainly white, with blotches
of brindle brown on both ears, stretching to be around his eyes.
A small bit of his left ear is white. In-between his eyes and the brindle,
there is a white streak going down his back of his head, and than
stretching down to his whole body. A small white spot is in the
middle of that streak on his head. Spencer's muzzle is pure white,
and same with all of his neck, and around his 'lips' is tinted pink
from his skin. This big boy's nose is pure black, with no pink or
grey anywhere. His eyes are amber, although sometimes they seem hazel
and/or a dark brown. A large blotch of his brindle is
across his back, going to his rib cage on both sides and about 10 cm
away from his tail-bone, 25.6 cm away from his neck
bone. His ankle on only his right paw begins to get a brown
stretch down to his toes, with
no brindle whatsoever.

;ＡＬＬ ＡＢＯＵＴ ＭＥ;

I am Spencer, a purebred Boxer. I am anadult of three years, and I was the biggest of the litter. I am quite large, biggest boxer I know. I have a very precise design, although it's with simple colours.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; Spencer is a fun-loving boy, and he always had boundless energy to spare. This big boy could run laps around the whole forest for hours, and it would take a while for him to get tired. Spencer is the dog you can imagine chasing after squirrels and cats and toys, and beg for some love and playtime. Ah yes, he always can lower his energy for a nice pet, kiss, hug, or snuggle- unless it's a male dog or an unliked female. That would just be weird... Spencer always acts childish and a bit immature, like a pup, despite being the adult he is. But if you want fun or to be entertained, he's the guy!!! The big boxer can get impatient easily, and can't stand sitting still for a minute. He has to squirm or at least walk around... Spencer is daring, and very bold- he stands up for everyone, and rarely chooses sides. His motto is "Anything you can do, I can do it better"- and boy, he's competitive!!! Spence loves to show off his talents, and out-do and out-smarten them- it's fun, and amusing!!! This big boy loves to laugh and have fun, so don't be afraid to walk up to him for a chat!!! He's encouraging and friendly, one of the friendliest chosen!!! Although, Spencer enjoys annoying the more mean and aggressive and the shiest dogs- but that's all in his nature, it's part of him! It's not done on purpose, and simply cannot be helped. He always gives his opinion, and can't keep it in.. It just blurts out, unless embarrassing.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; When Spencer was a pup, he had 2 brothers and 1 sister. One of his brothers was the runt, and Spencer was the absolute biggest of the litter- he stood out like a black marker on a white sheet of paper!!! He lived in a wonderful, warm, large house with 5 people- 1 man, 1 woman, and 3 young children. Both of his parents were friendly pets, both loving and caring. After Spencer became 3 months, a family came over. Spencer was adopted by the first one to come, into a family much like his. They said he was chosen because the woman was pregnant with a 3rd child, and they wanted to have a kind, caring, gentle dog like Spencer- also one vocal. After that, he never saw his family again, although he dearly wanted to. The poor thing kept hearing their voices on an odd quarter-of-a-cube like thing, and he saw his new family speaking to it. Every time, Spencer was picked up and shown to them- but all he saw was weird dots everywhere that hurt his eyes. Whenever he barked, he heard his family's laughs and voices. Than he was put back down. Spencer began adjusting to this family, and was overjoyed when all of a sudden the woman (he found out her name was Alysa, and her mate's name was Dave) came back with a newborn that smelled wonderful. Spencer was nearly 1 year by then, and well trained. He was allowed to kiss the baby and nuzzle it, but never play with it until it was bigger. Finally that time came, and he played with the baby, sometimes getting in trouble for making it cry. By then he didn't even remember his mom and dad and siblings, in all his whole family. And than, much later, when he was 1 1/2 years, he was taken away to a lab "for the better of the world". They experimented on him, and showed him many other dogs, and put a weird thing on his ear. Than, on his birthday celebrating his 3rd year living, they slowly started putting him in more and more dangerous situations, and they didn't help him at all. They did this until they loved his reactions, and finally set him out in the wilderness- the biggest danger of his life. Living alone in the forest, with all of the dangerous hunters and animals. They did this when he just turned 3 1/2 years- and that day was today, in the year 2341.

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ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ;; Well, I'd say I think I'm straight... But for some that changes, so who knows?

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; I like many of these gals in the experiment, that's for certain... There's Hot Chocolate, HC, Echo is sooo beautiful, Nali is absolutely gorgeous... Yep, that's about it.

ｍａｔｅ;; Having a mate would be wonderful, but I'm not quite there yet...

ｐｕｐｓ;; I don't have any pups, and no mate. I'm not naughty!! Well, okay, maybe sometimes I can be, but NOT dirty.

ｋｉｎ;; Eh, no kin here. All I ever had was a great family, but I don't remember there ever being any more dogs but me...

ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ;; I haven't met anyone yet, so I'm not sure... But I hope I'll get get some, I don't want to be the loner out there!!!

[eventer.]

{ Accepted! }

[jet pack blues]

(I've posted my form finally c: please let me know if it needs anything added or changed, as I'm more than willing to do so)

[b a d . w o l f]

~I edited my form, and now it has extras. c:
Can/should we start soon? <3 ~

[Gloxinia]

{{ -bounce, bounce, bounce-
Yes! I'm excited to start soon. ;U;

By the way, I added crushes for Savion~
He'llneveradmitthem }}

[b a d . w o l f]

~Just wondering to be fast, what breed and sexuality is Savion? c: ~

[eventer.]

ＤＥＮＩＳＯＮ
☣ ᴠɪᴠᴀ ʟᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ
☣ ᴍᴀʟᴇ
☣ sɪɴɢʟᴇ
☣ ᴛᴀɢs: Echo
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When the harness containing him dropped rapidly from the helicopter above, Denison did the only logical thing he could do in the situation.

He panicked.

Thrashing wildly, the Belgian Malinois howled until his feet touched solid ground. He lunged out of the dreaded harness that had held him stories above the earth, galloping off several strides before turning back. He glanced up at the sky, searching for another dog. Sure enough, another dog was being lowered from the helicopter, but he couldn't tell which of the fourteen it was. Already, four dogs had found their new territories. They were being dropped in pairs, which meant the dog suspended many feet above his head would be his only companion for a long while. I should run away now, he thought with a groan. He didn't want company. He hadn't even been around the others for any longer than the helicopter ride and the vast majority of them were lunatics. Denison didn't need anyone. He was more than capable of surviving here on his own.

Where was here, exactly? For the first time, Denison glanced around at his surroundings. Not that there was much to see. A sea of endless grass stretched in every direction. He wag no small dog, and yet the trashes reached his throat. It would be difficult to find anything here, prey or water. Already he was beginning to become thirsty, with the heat of the sun beating down on his lean tan back and the dry grass crackling around him, seeming to suck any moisture from the air, leaving it dry and parched. This place was no heaven, that was for sure.

This whole thing was horrid. None of the dogs knew why they'd been plucked off the streets or taken from the shelters. Humans wearing heavy white coats had done all sorts of tests on them, finally attaching a tag to each and every dog's ear. Denison's was a shade of deep red. The color of blood. He did not know what it was used for, exactly. He just knew that because of the way the people had inserted it into the dogs' ears, it would be impossible to remove one with tearing off much of your ear and possibly becoming deaf in that ear. However, it wasn't very noticeable. Just the occasional annoyance.

Grumbling in his impatience, Denison glared at the harness, waiting for the other dog to land so they could set off in search of a food and water source in this blasted landscape. He wasn't looking forward to working with anyone, so if this other dog was a hindrance and he didn't need it, it was highly likely he would abandon ship and leave it for dead. He'd been a solitary creature ever since he watched his sister get torn apart by his enemies and friends alike. It was something that changed you forever, witnessing a horror such as that. It hardened him, causing him to seal himself off from the rest on the world. Old habits die hard, but Denison didn't have a choice but to give up his former life of solitude and hope for the best.

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ஐ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴇ
ஐ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ
ஐ sɪɴɢʟᴇ
ஐ ᴛᴀɢs: Daisy Mae
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If Replay closed her eyes, she could imagine she was flying.

The Icelandic Shepherd hung suspended in the air, still in the harness being lowered to the ground. She could squeeze her eyes shut and was always greeted with the sudden feeling of weightlessness, like she was soaring through the air like the birds she always saw twisting and diving far above her head, wind whistling through her long fur in a way most dogs wouldn't believe to be possible. But nothing was impossible, and Replay was thrilled to be able to prove to herself that the skeptics were wrong and that dreams could become reality.

But all good things must come to an end, and Replay tried not to be too disappointed when her past touched soft green grass and hard earth. Stepping gingerly out of the harness, she turned and watched as the dream-making machine was hoisted back into the helicopter. No doubt she was a tad upset that her only chance to fly was leaving so soon, but she was also excited to explore her new home.

Immediately she deduced that she was in a decent-sized clearing. On three sides, tall trees surrounded the area. Water rushed through, a narrow, fast moving river pouring through the area. A beautiful, sparkling waterfall crashed onto the rocks below. But even the stunning waterfall was not the most remarkable feature of the little clearing. A wooden cabin, not much larger than the testing room where the men in white had implanted Replay's rose-pink tag in her delicate ear, sat right on the edge of the waterfall. It was clearly devoid of life, dark and slightly run-down. But it was perfect for a dog. Or rather, a pair of dogs. Replay and one other, a German Shorthaired pointer who she believed was called Daisy Mae had been the last two to be dropped off in the wilderness. They must have been paired together, no doubt. They'd have to work together to survive in this beautiful setting. In all honesty, to Replay, looking at the little cabin in the woods was like peering into one of her stranger dreams. It didn't quite seem real, but here she was standing on the firm ground with the feel of grass between her toes and the sound of water roaring in her ears. No, this was no dream. It was a beautiful reality.

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[Gloxinia]

{{ Yayayaya~! }}

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Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep breath in. He tried. He tried really hard.

Despite his attempts to calm himself, Savion panicked. Badly. He whined pitifully like a puppy as he was lowered, letting out yowls and howls of protest. Had he not been paralyzed in fear, the Samoyed probably would have been thrashing or struggling whilst in midair. Thank God he didn't, otherwise he probably would have begun to hyperventilate over the fact the chords might snap and he might fall to his death. (However, that would only make him struggle even more in terror for the desire to be freed and on land so he wouldn't fall. So, paralyzed is a good thing here.)

When his paws touched the mossy ground, he began his struggle. The Samoyed thrashed about and shook himself free of the harness, letting out a yowl of fear and taking four large steps away from the discarded garment. Eyes wide and panicked, Savion snapped his head left in right, desperately trying to take in his surroundings and understand just where it is he was. Where's the snow? This wasn't Siberia! Last he checked, there was snow this time of year.

An icy cold fear slowly began to course through the dog's veins and he let out a loud whine. What momentarily distracted him was the sight of another dog being lowered. Curiosity piqued, he tilted his head up and watched as his partner descended. Oh, god. Who was this? Savion had no idea he'd be paired with someone. In fact, he was hardly informed of anything. The Russian-speaking doctors mentioned only being placed somewhere, not with someone. What if they didn't speak Russian? Savion had a hard time speaking English as it was.

Silently, he began to fret. A knot formed itself in his stomach, nearly making him sick.