_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Age: Just turned 5 years old. She sat down, her kind dog upon her lap as she
Gender: Female. stroked it tenderly. She had this lovely fae ever since she
Breed: King Charles Spaniel. was young. But, she was an old lady now, happily living the
Rank: Hunter. years she had left. Her hairs were graying, her skin wrinkled
Coat: Long and Silky. and freckled with age. She didn't mind though, she had lived
Coat color: Black and white with
bits of brown. a great life so far, one that was plenty exciting and daring.
And guess who came along for the ride the whole way...
Fluffy. She kisses her dog's head kindly, getting a lick on the
Eyes: Brown. cheek to return the favour. The woman laughs and picks up
Size: Petite and agile. a book from the side table, leaning back in the chair. She
She's 1'0" and 30 lbs. had sat down. She opens the book and puts on her reading
Injuries/Deformities: Blind in one eye glasses, starting to whisper the words to the book. Calmed
by Fluffy's soft and slow breaths as her chest rises and
falls. She listens to her owners book reading, her eyes feel
+ Traits: Motherly, Happy, droopy. She is happy. Until she feels something. Something
Playful, Active.
that makes the ground shake and the vase on the table
clatter to the floor with a crash. Fluffy, startled gets up,
- Traits: Upset at times, barking and growling at the unknown force as she tries to
Over protective, Reserved, pull her owner to safety. She's on the floor now, pulling at
Over curious, Doesn't take responsibility for her actions. _______________________________________________ the lady's dress, trying. But she cannot get back up, she's stuck. The house is tearing apart, the lady is in and Fluffy is forced to escape to safety. Escape as her terrified owner tries her best to escape, yet fatally dying in the debris. Fluffy joins a pack, doing her best to protect it's members. She can't stand the fact she let her owner die. Let her old bones get shattered by the debris. She had sat down, but had never gotten back up...
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Age: 3 years old.
Gender: Male.
Breed: Great Dane.
Rank: Patrol
Coat: Short haired.
Coat color: Brindle Brown.
Eyes: Dark Brown.
Size: Large and quite muscled.
He is 2'10" and 195 lbs.
Injuries/Deformities: None
+ Traits: Brave, Heroic,
Protective, Sometimes
Comedic.
- Traits: Too serious,
Doesn't know his own power, snappy,
Hot Headed._________________________________________________________________________________________________________________The boy sits down in the sandbox and waves his arms across the ground. He's making "sand angels" one of his favourite and dirtiest things to do. He isn't alone though. A big, lumbering brute comes at him in an instant, barking happily and flopping about. At first you may think the huge dog is about to attack, but not this one. He bounds up to the boy and starts licking the Young boys' face happily, listening to him giggle and squeal in delight. He covers his face with his hands and forces himself up, scratching the dog's back. They named him Marmaduke, after the boy's favourite famous dog. It had suited the protective, lumbering male well, and he was a loving member of the family. He loved his life, his best friend, he was a down right happy dog. But good things never last. The rumbling hit the earth like a meteor, and it hit the family like a slap in the face. The were forced to leave, evacuate immediately in a matter to save their son. But they forgot something as they drove off in a hurry, Marmaduke. He ran after the car, seeing the crying boy in the back seat as he wished and wished for his best friend back. But the wishing didn't work, his parents couldn't stop, and they left Marmaduke alone. His family was safe, but he was now a pack dog, no longer living his amazing life. He will forever be as brave as he can. Not for himself, not for his pack, but for his boy, the boy that left, before he could say goodbye.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Age: 2 years old.
Gender: Female.
Breed: Mutt.
Rank: Stray
Coat: Long haired and matted.
Coat color: Brown with a little
white on the chest.
Eyes: Chestnut Brown.
Size: Fur makes her look big.
Very agile and average strength. She is 1'8" and 57 lbs.
Injuries/Deformities:
A slight limp
after being caught in some chicken wire, permanently
damaging her front paw.
+ Traits: Kind, Good listener,
Agile, Sarcastic.
- Traits: Standoffish,
Anxious, Quiet, Rude, Over Dramatic._________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Family is just a word. According to Iris. There is no such thing, no one to look out for you other than... well... you. She has never been in a family, even when she was born, her mother had been distant. She's mean, she's distant, she's everything you'd see in a stray dog. She sits down in a old building basement, licking her paw. She can't hear much other than the honking of horns and the yelling of greeting towards humans. It's peaceful, just the way she liked it. Although, why must nothing go well for the fae? She was almost asleep, almost drifting to her land of dreams, when she heard a shake. Not a normal, "Wake up" sort of shake, but a shake through the ground, the earth, was shaking. Iris paniced, she had every right to after all, like everyone else, there was only one thing to do and that was either hide or escape. Iris chose to hide, under the basement stairs. Because of the depth of the basement, she survived, able to live another day. But is that what she really wanted? After all, being a stray in a wasteland of rubble is tiresome, and maybe she didn't want to make it after all...
by autumn, » Tue May 31, 2016 9:21 am 
