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Second Chance Shelter is a dog and cat rescue where you can come to find a new member of your family. We rescue and rehabilitate dogs and cats of all shapes and sizes so they may have the chance to be placed into a caring home. All of our animals are special and deserve a chance to be happy with an owner that will care for them. The question is: are you ready to love them?

I won't lie I actually really like this one uwu Might try out if forms are low~

Also the timer's about an hour off

Tell me why they look a little distrustful! Extras as always are encouraged~

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Username: Mythz
Name: Sakura
Gender: Female
Collar: Red Bandanna

Ends July 8th! To be judged by Diamond Sapphire

Genes:

679 Standard Xoloitzcuintli
Black

**Hairless modifier is heterozygous dominant and has a 50% chance of passing onto offspring.

KKs // EmE // Bb // Dd // slsl // AyAy // SS // mm // rr // TiTi // CCch // gg // uu


680 German Shepherd/Leonberger Mix:
Fawn Brindle w/ Mask and Min White

**Blindness in left eye CANNOT be passed.

Kbrk // EmEm // BB // DD // slsl // AyAsa // SSi // mm // rr // TiTi // CchCw // gg // uu

[Namida_☾]

Username: Namida_☾
Name: Trixie/Dixie
Gender: Female
Collar: Brown and white collar - https://goo.gl/images/1p7Jj2
Why do they look distrustful?: They look so distrustful because their old owner didn’t take care of them very well. The owner chained them in the garden even during thunderstorms and now they are afraid that their new owner will be the same.

[/Aster/]

Username: BlueThrush
Name: Han Xolo
Gender: Male
Collar: xXx
Why do they look distrustful?:
Han learned from a young age not to trust anyone. Raised on the streets Han had no one to watch his back so he learned to watch his own. Han quickly became known as a good thief, scammer, escapist, and smuggler he could get any item you desired. While this made him good allies with some he also made many enemies. Han has been forced to escape death many times because as an old mentor once said: "Assume everyone will betray you and you will never be disappointed".

Han shook his head as the pain sounded like a drum inside his skull. "Boy that was a pretty good hit" he said hoarsely to the large dog in front of him. The massive dog glared down at him with nothing less than cruel contempt. Han had to say of all the situations he had gotten into this one was probably one of the more painful. He moved his body awkwardly off the ground as the large dog's companions snarled. "Down boys, we were just about to have a conversation here" Han turned his head to leading dog, Marlin. "C'mon Marlin it doesn't have to be this way" Xolo pleaded, giving his signature smile to large dog. "That's where you would be wrong Han. You stole from us and that means you have to pay the price. Now you can A enjoy your last few minutes as a free dog walking with us to the docks. Or B my boys here can haul you there your choice. The Han gave a chuckle "see I'm gonna have to go with C gentleman. Suddenly the spry Xoloitzcuintli flew straight over the head of one of Marlin's goons. Not stopping to look back as Marlin barked orders Han dove for a dumpster leaping up off the top to a nearby window sill. He quickly made his way forward bounding down on to a low roof and shooting into the cover of shelter an old carrier pigeon roost. It was kind of stale inside but he was alive and that was always something.

[Mythz]

Thank you so much Placebo <3 She's gorgeous!
Could you please add me? c:

[kittykore]

Username: Pinnacle
Name: Cobalt
Gender: Male
Collar: A ripped tattered olive green collar
Why do they look distrustful?: Cobalt is distrustful because when he had an owner the kids dressed him up and ended up shaving all his fur (he had a tiny little mowhawk)

[Rescue2001]

Username: Rescue2001
Name: Ravage
Gender: male
Collar: something half leather half chain
Why do they look distrustful?:
Rav is distrustful because he has never had a very firm belief in a home because once he gets comfortable it seems that's when he ends up going back to the shelter or something. He always thinks its because of him but yet it ain't but it makes him feel even less trusting to anyone. He has never been able to actually play with other dogs because of how distrusting he is but hopefully with some time and a forever home he will finally come out of his shell

[womp womp]

mark ^^
winks aggressively

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Username: Placebo
Name: Titus
Nickname: Gambino
Gender: Male
Collar: Blind and Deaf Harness (like this but with more relevant text and pale gold in color)

Life was… sweet, in the beginning. Titus was born into a championship certified family, and his opulent master was a benevolent owner to all of the Xolos within the home. But Titus, ah. Titus was a favorite.

His name was known far and wide as an FCM-certified (Federación Canófila Mexicana) show dog. At barely the age of two, he was already rolling in award after award for his prime physique and athletic talent within the kennel club. But, those awards and praises meant nothing in the face of his family! Little made him happier than being at home with the sister who raised him in their mother’s stead, and her litters of puppies he constantly doted on as both a fun uncle and protective older brother. The gentle touch of his owner on warm, desert days brought him such a feeling of warmth and safety that Titus thought nothing would be able to touch him or his family— especially not with his master around.

But, fate had such a way of being so cruel in the most unexpected areas.

Fate ripped his family away from him one lonely night. He felt a chill settle within his bones before he lay down to sleep by his master’s side that evening, and how he wished he listened to his instincts. All he could remember, as he snapped awake in confusion later on, were the yells, the confusion, the hategreed in the evil humans’ eyes, the screamsandblood, the CRACKS breaking the silence of the night as the invaders stole through his master’s home—

What could a dog of his size do against humans determined to plunder and steal? His one attempt to fight back was rewarded with a blunt hit against his head. As his jaw ached later on, Titus wondered how his skull remained intact from the blow.

Titus was thrown into the back of a truck, with nothing in his company except for his owner’s stolen belongings. His cries for help were drowned out by the roaring engine.

Within his prison, Titus slept fitfully as the night passed into day. And night. And day again. The second time the interior of the dark truck cooled with the coming of nighttime (his only clock telling him how long he was kept there), Titus could barely stand with his parched throat and shrunken stomach. But, he didn’t have to— the jarring motion of the truck slamming to a halt moved him just fine.

The truck’s crash jostled the doors open enough for a draft to waft in. Barely clinging to his wits, the breeze felt akin to a mountain wind in comparison to the thinning, stale air of the truck that Titus had to endure. Like a drunk buzzard, he stumbled out of the doors and onto harsh grass. Get far, far away. That was the only thing that mattered, Titus thought as he struggled to his paws and disappeared into the undergrowth. His hazed mind made the bright lights of red and blue silence, yelling, and cracks of small explosions fade into the background.

He’s not sure how long he ran. The only thing he remembers was finding a source of water to quench his thirst before his head injury knocked him unconscious.

He woke up to complete disorientation, and in the murky waters of his mind, his hallucinations rose unbidden as he wandered aimlessly. It was a wonder he wasn’t mauled, or shot before being found. He collapsed as they approached, and put up no fight. Gentle hands against his body once more. Garbled voices, cool fabric against his skin… and nothing.

But… he wonders if being found was any better. Maybe he should have stayed lost.

Titus woke up to a pale facility. The din of barks a few rooms over barely registered. Titus whined as yet another nightmare faded away as he woke up. He’d been having these night terrors ever since they healed him (the best they could) in this animal hospital. Memories of innocuous doctor checkups were a thing of the past. He hated places like this, now.

(Titus keeps expecting to wake up from this terrible nightmare to the warm scent of his master’s bed sheets, even though he knows the truth. The humans murmur over his ears, though he can barely hear them now. They talk of his master, Calvera, and the armed robbery of his home. They talk of how no one was left alive, not even the dogs except for the one show dog that was stolen. It was a massacre. A tragedy, they say. A tragedy, indeed.)

After healing him, the humans didn’t know what to do with the shell of the former show dog. Titus growled at any who came close, barely ate, barely slept. His head throbbed constantly despite any medication that was snuck into his food.

The clinic and organization went to drastic measures. They had to transfer him to an entirely different country. To a new facility, hopefully one who could give him help.

But who could possibly help him now?

Not much changed in the move. Titus still growled, still snapped. His only solace was the fact that he need not worry himself with having to hear or see anyone around him, not even the dog sharing his kennel though she whined in concern everytime he physically turned away from the world. His vision and hearing were failing by the day, anyway. He was just waiting for his end, and he was ready to give up.


But.

There were a few unwilling to give up on him.

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Double-posting to state that an end date has been put up, and Diamond Sapphire will be taking over judging this competition!

[notwearingsocks]

username: scarlet_wolf
name: spartan
gender: male
collar: :">
why do they look distrustful?:

ixxx▬spartan was a vague smudge of shadow in the alley; his paws clicked softly against the pavement, his step frightening a rat that squeaked irritably and darted off. spartan gave it an irritable growl; he had always been a rather snippy canine, and tonight was no exception, despite what might be coming.
ixxx▬the massive brindled canine had told him in passing that there would be a group of canines meeting here; a group of canines that would accept him, bring him in, provide him with food and shelter and companionship.
spartan was skeptical, but -
ixxx▬but he'd been scrounging for food for months now, his ribs beginning to show, been sleeping out in the elements, his lack of fur providing no warmth whatsoever.
ixxx▬his fur was, in fact, the reason why he had not tried to find a group of canines before this point. as a pup, he'd been teased often, prodded and chided for his lack of fur, and so he'd fled; he'd fled and had retreated to alleys and back streets, hiding from the eyes of those who might be judgemental as so many before had been.
ixxx▬but this time - this time, when he shivered every night and hid every day, he finally chose to expose himself to the canids that might take him in.
ixxx▬though he was wary. he was wary of their truthfulness, wary of the brindled canine who'd told him about the group in the first place.
ixxx▬he emerged into the open square of pavement; by day, humans bustled about, but by night -
by night, it was silent.
ixxx▬he was on time, the brindle had said at the moon's peak, where were they, where was the group of dogs, what had spartan gotten himself in to, it was a trap, he shouldn't have trusted them -
ixxx▬a million thoughts whirled through his mind before the leash was slipped over his head.
ixxx▬it tightened, preventing his escape, and he wailed, his yelp echoing through the square, though the hand that clutched the catch pole was gentle, whispering soothing words, though spartan struggled nonetheless.
ixxx▬he was shaking.
ixxx▬it was fear, it was anger at himself for trusting the brindle dog, it was anger at the brindle dog for tricking him into being caught.
ixxx▬it was so many things, and yet he couldn't collect his thoughts, couldn't form a logical escape, couldn't stop panicking.
ixxx▬he waited, with panicked, quick, short breaths, as he crouched in the metal enclosure that the human had brought him to, the slats in the door letting the bright moonlight into the kennel -
ixxx▬the moonlight that should have brought him to his new home, to his new pack.
ixxx▬he should have never trusted the brindle, never should have gotten his hopes up.
ixxx▬he was a fool.
ixxx▬and when the human brought him to their rescue, and put him in the kennel with the larger brindle dog that looked eerily similar to the dog who'd lied to him, well -
ixxx▬it would be obvious to anyone why he was distrustful of this new dog.