Wαιтιηg ιη тнє Cσℓ∂ Abandoned Animal Roleplay *ACCEPTING*

[EmilyB]

accepted. what breed is she?

[luc]

Canadian Eskimo Dog

[EmilyB]

Ok thanks. Waiting for 2 more players to join

[pinkdepths]

(Eek. My forum took me forever to get like that. o.o. I think I did good. Can you read the message out of the letters? <3. Oh, hi by the way.)

[EmilyB]

it looks great. please, everyone, keep ooc minimal - if you want to talk to someone, message them. ooc is for questions and permission

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Observant

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Life is hard, but we just gotta push through and survive. Ambition is one thing, but surviving is another.

Sometimes, I miss Jimmy. Really, I do. The young, sweet boy loving me and playing ball with me every day when he got home from school, the life I once had, I miss. Honestly, I don't know what happened to make Jimmy's parents abandon me; what did I do wrong? I loved that little boy with all my heart; from the day he saw me curled up in my kennel all pitiful like in the pound, to the day he brought me home and cleaned me up and put a bright red collar around my neck, and to the day he took me to the dog park with his parents and let me play with the other dogs, what did I do to deserve being thrown out onto the streets? All I ever did was protect and care for Jimmy, making sure he always had a friend to play and talk too, but I guess, his parents thought different. Maybe they thought him hanging around a dog was bad for his health, but what's so wrong about being a man's best friend? Dogs have always been loyal to the human race. Or at-least, I have.

I don't know what made Jimmy's parents so angry to throw me out. I guess they got mad for me peeing on their beautiful Asian made carpet, or ripping at their silk curtains when I was bored, but I was only merrily a young puppy then. Barely old enough to know the right and the good. I guess Jimmy's parents got tired of me hogging up their son's attention, so, when I was ten months old, they grabbed me and put me in the back of the car when Jimmy was at school. I thought we were going to the park or something, since they brought a leash, some treats, and some toys, and I waited happily as they drove along the road. However, when they turned down an alley, I knew something was wrong. Soon, they drove down near a high-way, driving their truck down near an old gas station that has been closed up for years. An old pole still standing was near the road, and they got out of their truck and got me out, leading me to the pole. Then, they wrapped the leash around my neck, tied me to the pole, and laid down some dog treats and toys. Then, they got up, walked back into their truck, and left.

I don't know how many days I spent waiting at that pole, listening as cars ran by and whimpering for them to come back. All the treats that I had were already gone, and my lungs were starting to burn from the acid smoke that drenched from the cars that passed. I could imagine Jimmy's face when I wasn't there, waiting at the front door when he came home; and with that, I was starving. Finally, after a week of waiting, the leash broke from dampness, as it rained allot, and I managed to get free. I raced back along the highway and found my way back to Jimmy's house. I knew the place by heart. I remembered being so happy back home; I didn't know that his parents abandoned me at first. I thought they just forgot to come and pick me up when they left me there to go to work. However, I saw the doggy door to the front was closed, so I went to the nearest window and peered in. What I saw, made my heart stop.

Jimmy was playing with a cat. A small, fluffy gray kitten that was mewling away and pawing at his knees when he fed it a kibble treat. I saw his parents laughing as they watched from another room's door, and my heart slowly started to tear away. Did Jimmy even care that I was gone? Did he even know? I had backed away from the window and turned and ran, but before I did that, I made sure my collar I had on was gone. When it slipped off from me scratching along my neck, I had ran out to the city and made my life there; my life as a stray. I guess as I grew older, I forgot all about Jimmy, until I saw his father at a deli when I was hiding behind a plant of potted roses. I could recognize his father's cruel face anywhere, and my belly burned with so much hatred, it was hard not to jump out and sink my teeth into his flesh. I long forgot where Jimmy's house was when I grew older, but why would I go back? He gave up on me; so I gave up on him.

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● ● ● name;; jesse [jess-ee]
● ● ● nickname;; jess
● ● ● age;; two years
● ● ● gender;; female
● ● ● birth date;; twenty-second of may
● ● ● star sign;; gemini
● ● ● breed;; slovensky cuvac
● ● ● birthplace;; phoenix, arizona
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● ● ● mate;; none as of yet
● ● ● pups;; none as of yet
● ● ● good traits;; powerful, calm, loyal, fearless, affectionate, independent
● ● ● bad traits;; reserved, suspicious, snappy, seductive, sutbborn
● ● ● dam;; lyric
● ● ● father;; joshie
● ● ● eyes;; brown
● ● ● coat;; silken white, soft and thick
● ● ● height;; 26.5 inches
● ● ● weight;; 79 pounds
● ● ● strength;; a great farm dog
● ● ● weakness;; reserved from human strangers
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I was born on the twenty-second of May, in a wonderful place called Phoenix in Arizona. Now my name; Jesse. I was not given it by my mother, but a farmer by the name of Thompson. My mother was a farm dog by the name of Lyric, always working, and she seemed to enjoy it. My father, Joshie, however, was gravely ill and was on the verge of death.

It had been at least a week while mother still nursed me carefully, that we saw Thompson and his beautiful wife Charity load him into the back of a van. It made me happy to see them place him in so delicately and affectionately, but I began to get worried as the rusty engine revved and they were off down the road and out of sight. It had been about an hour or two before they came back, and then I was practically going mental, barking and whining; I sure was relieved when I saw that van chug down the road and pull up, but when they opened the doors, there was nothing in there. Just a basket, which they quietly disposed of. I had no idea what was going on, but mother told me he had to die. That set me off; I was whining and crying, digging at the ground, barking like crazy, but they paid no attention to me. They knew I was just worried and it'd wear of the next day.

Six months passed. Mother was growing too weak to do any more work and so they had to put her to sleep too, and that was yet another week of constant moaning from me. But during that period of time, Thompson had me working on the farm, racing around and herding animals such as cows, horses and sheep into their pens or stalls. During that time I guarded him fiercely, standing his guard whenever an animal tried to attack. I would leap up and practically smother myself on the animal, and with some strength I would have them retreating. Although I may have shown some passion to his eight children and his wife, the one I love most was Thompson. If they all held a treat at the same time, I would go to him, because he's been the one caring for me and giving me the love I need.

I got so much exercise, racing around the fields and everywhere he took me. Yes, I was obedient, and I never needed a lead. But some days when he took me to the promenade for a stroll, I'll crouch low and make sure my flank is touching him. See, I'm not that good with strangers, and every time somebody would try to stroke me, I would pin my ears back and snarl, snapping at them. Many would say I should be put down, but Thompson would ignore them and continue to walk. The children of the family, the sextuplets, always love to play with me. Sometimes I hear them say "once he has learned something, he never forgets" and that's pretty much correct.

Eight months passed and I was one year and four months old. Herding and flocking was part of my nature. I would never forget the techniques that Thompson shown me, and when we were done I would snuggle beside the fire with him. I was starting to become an experienced dog, but also quite stubborn and vicious. On my walks I would still snap, and on many occasions I would bite, and more and more people were complaining. Thompson would always tell them that the Slovensky Cuvac was not for your average dog owner, that they are special breeds and need their privacy. Nobody would argue with him; he's like the top dog in his town.

After most walks I would continue to play with the children in their rooms, but one day everything changed. There was more herding, more slaving away, and there was less cuddles. My walks were shortened, and we never walked down the prom where there was people around. I got less treats, and then one day I looked up and actually realised that nobody was fussing with me any more. Everybody looked so sad and miserable. I couldn't understand; but I immediately forgot when Thompson rose from the couch and whistled me. I saw him grab some rope and a bag of treats, and I thought maybe I was doing some pulling, but I was still excited. He didn't give me a treat like he usually did before we went out, maybe he had forgotten? I hoped he had forgotten. I hoped there wasn't anything wrong, but there was, and I could smell fear and sorrow. I licked his palm but I shoved me away and continued walking.

Now I was getting serious. I stayed by his side, trying to protect him, but he didn't seem to notice. The walk lasted a long time and I had bitten three people before we reached a large oak tree. He outstretched the rope and I looked concerned; there was no way I could pull a tree, unless...no, he wouldn't. But I thought wrong. Slipping the rope over my neck and tying it to the tree, he left the bag full of treats on the floor and, with a last hoarse farewell, he walked away. I sat down, thinking this might be a trick to test me, and so I waited patiently. It must've been an hour before I realised he wasn't coming back. He had gone. I stood up, alarmed, and I whined as loud as I could, barking and crying. Nobody walked by here, it was so desolate and lonely. I struggled in the grip of the rope but I found out I was just hurting myself, and as I spluttered, I knew he didn't want me any more. I wracked my brain, trying to think of anything I could've possibly done wrong, but nothing sprung to mind. But I could figure things out for myself, and so I craned my neck and reached out, my fangs bared, and began to chew the rope. I brightened as it grew thinner until it snapped and I stepped quite easily out of the rope. I was just about to run off into freedom when I forgot something. I turned on my heels, grab my bag of treats and ran off.


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huge credit to sky dancer; and ♛stuckinthepast♛ for the lay-out idea.
the picture was from tumblr. everything else was by me.

[Skeleton-Clique]

( ill join in a bit after lunch )

[t e m p e s t]

B r i s h e n
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❝Into each life, some rain must fall❞

- Name & Meaning -

Brishen, one who is born in the rain

- Gender -

Female

- Age -

2 Years

- Appearance -

White with small black blotches, black eye spots, and mostly black ears. Her nose is black and her eyes are blue.

- Personality Traits -

Stubborn, sassy, lovable, naïve, has a mischievous side

- Breed -

Dalmatian, purebred

Brishen, as the name suggests, was born on a rainy day in mid-May. Her mother was a nurturing soul with a kind heart. Her mother's person was too. The female had a standard puphood, and as all the litters before hers, Brishen and her littermates were sent off to new surroundings. At first she was perplexed by this but soon grew to like her new owners and new way of life.

The Dalmation was happy being a companion to a lady in her early thirties, with her husband and no kids. She was the baby here and Brishen liked this. She was a well-mannered dog with a tendency to speak her mind. Her strong emotions made her a favorite throughout the neighborhood, as long as nobody made her angry.

Around Brishen's first birthday, she noticed changes around the home. A strange basket was placed in front of her preferred sunbathing spot. The empty room which she often napped in was filled with furniture. Her owner's belly became swollen and hard. People who came over began paying less attention to her, and more to her owner's odd belly growth. Still, Brishen tried to go on with her daily life.

A few months later, things only got worse. A tiny, loud, sweet-smelling human was brought to the home. Brishen was curious about this creature. Each time she got close enough for a sniff, she was scolded. She was no longer allowed to sleep on the bed either, or even allowed in her owner's room at all. The more she tried, the harsher her punishment would be.

Attention-starved and desperate by her second birthday, Brishen now resided outside. It was freezing some nights, and her short fur brought no protection against the elements. One rainy night when the man wasn't home, Brishen's female owner allowed her inside. The once motionless bundle was now a burst of energy! It climbed on top of her, poked her eyes, pulled her tail, pinched her skin. Brishen kept her patience, but not for long.

After one tail-tug, Brishen had had enough. Deliberately, she gave a warning growl. Her owner warned her, but the small human annoyed her still. With a loud half snarl, half yelp, Brishen lashed out at the child with her jaws. A blood-curdling scream from the tiny being made Brishen jump. Had she bitten that hard?

Next thing she knew, Brishen was being batted on the nose. She yelped from the man's heavy hand on her muzzle. Over and over again, this happened. The man's foot struck her ribs, knocking the wind out of her. She tried to scramble away, but the blows kept coming until she was outside on the front lawn, alone, depressed.

She waited to be let inside, scratched at the door a little, wanted so desperately for her human to see how sorry she was for hurting their precious creature. Then she realized something, she was supposed to be their precious creature. They betrayed her, and they weren't opening the door.

After finally wandering off, Brishen found the pack. Now, she tends to keep to herself, and humans aren't her cup of tea.

A s h t o n
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❝A smile is happiness you'll find right under your nose❞

- Name & Meaning -

Ashton, from the town with Ash Trees

- Gender -

Male

- Age -

4 Years

- Appearance -

Agouti(Or brindle I can't really tell) and white with long fur. His nose is black and his ears are floppy, but he can sometimes hold them half-erect.

- Personality Traits -

Loyal, goofy, lovable, can get annoying but can also be very serious.

- Breed -

Heinz 57

Born in a puppy mill, Ashton never had a good life. He was very sick when he was a puppy and even as an adult now, he has some issues. After a shelter finally took down the mill, he was rescued, but sadly due to a broken leg, his leg had to be amputated. He also had heart worms, which were treated. After a year in a foster home, he finally was ready to be adopted.

He was uncertain about his new home at first but gradually grew used to it. He has a routine and even with only three legs, he was about to run and jump around. He was two years at this time. He actually had a great family, but soon they couldn't afford his treatment, and took him back to the shelter. The shelter took him back hesitantly.

He was at the shelter for almost a year before someone finally picked up. This family had no kids, just a man in a apartment with his dog. Ashton liked this, but soon enough, he was abandoned again. Since then, he made a few friends along the way, and if he makes someone smile, his day is immediately better.

[Mustanglover101]

I go by Cobber. It's Australian, for pal or buddy. Something I used to proudly think myself as for my human. Until I was abandoned. Cruelty is all humans are, but I like many others was too blind to spot it. I am a young male dog, quick, smart, arrogant, rebellious, and only 5 years old. Don't let that innocence of youth fool you, I used to be in dog fights until I was rescued and my human adopted me. I thought I was safe with my human, Jake. Jake Jackson, he was an athlete and we constantly went on long runs together. I loved that man and I thought he loved me, he had saved me, but only to abandon me to the cold of the streets. I was devastated at first but now I'm sure no human is truly all good and I just have to live with it, avoiding humans as much as I can.

I'm also a pit bull, full blooded pure pit bull. I guess you're wondering about my love life, well to tell you the truth I don't really have one. No former mates no pups. I would like a mate maybe and puppies would be nice. However, I don't know how anyone can love me, if my human couldn't love me enough to keep me or maybe give me to a friendly face they why would anyone else care for me?

I am Harley. Don't ask me the meaning..I don't know. Anyways, I'm a female I'm a collie. A collie mixed with something else-I'm not sure what, and I am 4 years old. I was abandoned like about very other dog out here. My human used to love me, at least I thought but now I'm here and nothing matters. My girl, Sarah was a great person. I got shown in these shows and afterwards if I behaved in her silly shows I'd be awarded with affection and treats. I thought she was nice, but after every show she did get handed this green sheet of something or the other I heard it's called money. Apparently money buys a lot and I guess after a while I wasn't making her enough money in her opinion. But that's because I had recently sprained a paw, she hadn't cared she had shown me still, limp and all, I guess that's why I didn't get the blue ribbon and she didn't get her money. That's when she first hit me and I had a change in opinion about her. The next day I was taken on this long walk to a bus that we boarded, I behaved perfectly since something was wrong I figured maybe if I behaved she would take me home. The bus drive felt like hours before we got off at this town and she tied me to a fence, the town felt different-more stretchy and less advanced than the big city I had one known. She left me there..alone. Once she was out of sight I slipped my collar and found an alleyway and stayed there.

I am described as quick, smart, nieve, compassionate, but small. As for love, I'm hoping to find a mate soon and maybe have puppies one day. But maybe it's just a wanting to be loved, I don't think I know what true love or friendship is with either dogs or humans. Now I just want to find a good purpose to keep living and surviving.