[ShadyBro]

Adopt Breed Race


Welcome To Neverland Kennels, Sled Dogs Edition!

Here, you can build up your very own sled dog team, which can be trained, used in races, and bred. You will work closely with your dogs to create the perfect pack, and breed your victors to create the perfect pups to lead your dream team to victory! To begin, become a member by filling out the forum below!

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-Stats-
Intelligence: 10
Speed: 5
Agility: 5
Endurance: 5

Whoop, another 'special'! Looks like this poor darling has been through a rough life. He is still able to breed and race, despite his past injuries, but his stats aren't too good. He still needs to find his forever home though! To win this pretty boy, I would like to hear a story about how you think he got his scars.
Extras are allowed/expected. Edits are of course allowed. 250 word MIN. 1,000 word MAX. Some prettying up is required.

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Dog Name: Achilles
Story:
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End Date: 3/20/15
(Can be extended upon popular request.)

[Captain Chomp]

Marking

[ShadyBro]

Extending to 3/20/15.

[ruberiot]

Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: icybluegal
Tᴇᴀᴍ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Shooting Starz
Kᴇɴɴᴇʟ Pᴀɢᴇ(Oᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ):
Dᴏɢ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Aᴄʜɪʟʟᴇs
Sᴛᴏʀʏ: Achilles was born on a small farm in northern Idaho, owned by a fairly nice couple known as Marge and Jim Biddix. They raised sled dogs, and Achilles was the son of the couple's finest, fastest, smartest dogs. Marge fell in love with Achilles from the moment his eyes opened; his warm hazelnut gaze, his sleek, lean black pelt, the way he seemed to smile up at her. She refused to let Jim sell him, but the other pups all went to new homes.
Several months went past, accumulating until Achilles had gained a year in age. Marge and Jim had fallen into a period of severe debt, in which they had to sell all but one of their dogs; that one canine that remained was Achilles. Not long after that, Marge fell ill with a virus that the couple could not afford to cure; Marge passed away three weeks exactly after contracting it. Jim began to drink; he drank so much that there were few times when he was sober enough to think properly. In those rare times, Jim blamed Achilles for his wife's death and screamed names at him; he often called Achilles "the spawn of Satan" and "devil dog". One day, Jim was so angry, so intoxicated, he took his rage out on Achilles with a broken bottle that had once contained alcohol. It was a dark and stormy night, yet Jim still crept outside to the kennels that had once contained around 30 animals yet now was home only to Achilles. As he flung the door open, a bright, jagged streak of white lightning tore through the sky, illuminating Jim. His eyes sparkling with unmistakable hatred, the veins on his neck bulging, the glitter of the broken bottle in his right hand. As Jim repeatedly hit the dog with the bottle, Achilles struggled vainly. But it was of no use. Jim had a tight grip on Achilles's neck fur, and refused to let go, even if the powerful dog were to bite him. Eventually Jim collapsed, out of anger or exhaustion Achilles did not know. But he took off towards the door, staggering and whimpering softly as he did so. He escaped out into the night, the cool rain bringing slight relief to his fresh wounds. He limped into the darkness, almost making it to the neighbor's house before he collapsed. As he faded in and out of consciousness, Achilles could have sworn he heard Marge's soft voice whispering, "Be strong, my handsome boy. Be strong."
Exᴛʀᴀs:
Coming soon c:

[Captain Chomp]

Username:
Champion.
Team Name:
Arctic Frosties
Kennel Page(Optional):
XXX
Dog Name:
Achilles
Story:
Wip
Extras:
Wip
[The muse is stuck]

[ShadyBro]

Will judge later tonight!

[Galaxy~Nova]

Username:Galaxy~nova
Team Name:mushing mania
Kennel Page(Optional):
Dog Name: Achilles
Story:Achilles lead his team through the forest, bravely. It was his first time in the harness, as a lead dog. After 2 long years of never ending work and training. The normal lead dog had kennel cough and Achilles was chosen to lead the sled. He leaned into the harness, it's elastic stretching as his muscles quivered. Achilles's musher yelled sharply, "Hike!" With that, 12 muscular dog leapt into action. Achilles ran for all his might, occasionally having his ear twitch from the instruction his musher instructed him to do. At that moment, Achilles fun started to drain. The musher called to them to slow down, and knowing it was no use to disobey the musher, he unwillingly obeyed. He looked around and realized that he had never been to this side of the woods before WIP
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[ShadyBro]

Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: icybluegal
Tᴇᴀᴍ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Shooting Starz
Kᴇɴɴᴇʟ Pᴀɢᴇ(Oᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ):
Dᴏɢ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Aᴄʜɪʟʟᴇs
Sᴛᴏʀʏ: Achilles was born on a small farm in northern Idaho, owned by a fairly nice couple known as Marge and Jim Biddix. They raised sled dogs, and Achilles was the son of the couple's finest, fastest, smartest dogs. Marge fell in love with Achilles from the moment his eyes opened; his warm hazelnut gaze, his sleek, lean black pelt, the way he seemed to smile up at her. She refused to let Jim sell him, but the other pups all went to new homes.
Several months went past, accumulating until Achilles had gained a year in age. Marge and Jim had fallen into a period of severe debt, in which they had to sell all but one of their dogs; that one canine that remained was Achilles. Not long after that, Marge fell ill with a virus that the couple could not afford to cure; Marge passed away three weeks exactly after contracting it. Jim began to drink; he drank so much that there were few times when he was sober enough to think properly. In those rare times, Jim blamed Achilles for his wife's death and screamed names at him; he often called Achilles "the spawn of Satan" and "devil dog". One day, Jim was so angry, so intoxicated, he took his rage out on Achilles with a broken bottle that had once contained alcohol. It was a dark and stormy night, yet Jim still crept outside to the kennels that had once contained around 30 animals yet now was home only to Achilles. As he flung the door open, a bright, jagged streak of white lightning tore through the sky, illuminating Jim. His eyes sparkling with unmistakable hatred, the veins on his neck bulging, the glitter of the broken bottle in his right hand. As Jim repeatedly hit the dog with the bottle, Achilles struggled vainly. But it was of no use. Jim had a tight grip on Achilles's neck fur, and refused to let go, even if the powerful dog were to bite him. Eventually Jim collapsed, out of anger or exhaustion Achilles did not know. But he took off towards the door, staggering and whimpering softly as he did so. He escaped out into the night, the cool rain bringing slight relief to his fresh wounds. He limped into the darkness, almost making it to the neighbor's house before he collapsed. As he faded in and out of consciousness, Achilles could have sworn he heard Marge's soft voice whispering, "Be strong, my handsome boy. Be strong."
Exᴛʀᴀs:
Coming soon c:

All yours! Congrats, and enjoy him

[ruberiot]

Thank you so much!!! <3