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my hand T.T anyway, give this kid a backstory, maximum word count is 500. ends Nov 28th or first post of page 2.

username: MySpoons
storage thread: The Protection
hound name: Royal Honor [King]
coloration: Wire Red Sable Roan Piebald
sex: Male
age: 9 years
lineage
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----------------- SS: Foundation
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Sire: Foundation
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----------------- DS: Foundation
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Dam: Foundation
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----------------- DD: Foundation
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[polaris ❦]

username: a u r o r a
storage thread: n/a
hound name: Dexter
coloration: Wire Red Sable Roan Piebald
sex: male
age: 3-7
collar color: rustic brown oak
backstory: wip

[.Hailey.]

Username: Hailey_Lovegrove
Storage thread: WIP <3
Hound name: Neron | strong | Spain origin
Coloration: Wire Red sable Roan piebald
Sex: Male
Age: 7 yrs
Collar color: Turquoise
Backstory:
“Once Upon A Time, I Was Your Number One”

Today was the day, that could open up a whole new chapter in my life as a professional dog racer. Now, all I have to do is win this race. Easier said than done when all your siblings run at the speed of light. Thinking about it I nether got to know my siblings, they saw each other as a threat, sworn enemies from birth. I suppose I can see why,
“we Senegal hounds were built to run .”

My Heart pumping, pulse racing, paws beating all in one rhythm. The finish line was right there and No sight of my siblings, I’m winning. I could feel the medal already, a pass out of here to my new life. It felt like I was in slow motion, the adrenaline, passion and absolute determination to win seem to come out at the very last seconds. It foreshore didn’t go to waste. I won, I beat them!
Sitting down I patiently looked up at this tall, lanky man. Following his hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a leather leash clipping to my collar. He started to walk and I followed.

A few days passed and it’s my first proper race as a race dog. He took me to a large dome looking thing. Inside was a track. It was new to me as I would normally race on dirt and grass with only one or two people watching. Instead, it was thousands of people and I won! The competition was a little harder with me beating the other Senegal hound by one second. Still won though.

After this, it was mostly the same every year. Everything was going smoothly and he mainly ignored the fact I was getting old. This year it wouldn’t and couldn’t go unnoticed. My scores started to deteriorate at a high rate, I was no longer getting first place, my scores were so low it wouldn’t even come up on the board. I guess that got to him more than me. It irritated him so much that he decided on my #103 race he was going to tamper with the scores. It didn’t go to plan, in fact, he was found and disqualified me from the race but that’s not the worst of it. He got me and him banned from ever taking place in a professional race, EVER AGAIN.

I can’t remember too much about this day, the day I was dumped. I guess I was no use to him anymore. The parts I can remember are a blur. I was in the truck. I remover coming to a halt, him opening the back door and pointing as if to signal to get out. I got out to reveal what seemed to be the outbacks. The next bit I remember very clearly. After a few hours of looking for food. I come across a brown-tinted Senegal hound. Who was very cautious with me at the start, I explained my situation. A lot of convincing later she trusted me, I think. This hound was Irene, she lead me to her pack and later had me treated by the herbalist of the pack. I was welcomed in they were all so nice and friendly from that day on I was considered as a member of the pack.

[MySpoons]

username: MySpoons
storage thread: The Protection
hound name: Royal Honor [King]
coloration: Wire Red Sable Roan Piebald
sex: Male
age: 9 years
collar color: dark leather with silver buckle, please
backstory:

"Obi never made it back from his shift yesterday," Julian explains as he flicks on the light in their room.

Adeline gets ready to go in record time. It takes about thirty seconds to get the hounds ready. Julian and Ada already have their assignment: Obi's usual circuit through the reserve. It is an hour out by drive; they start at the end of it.

Obi's walky-talky is dead... or he's not responding. Cell signal is not good enough out here to pick up a GPS signal, even if his phone still had power. Obi is a late-middle-aged man, ex-military who stayed on when the reserved switched hands from public management to private. It isn't like him to get lost or to fall radio silence. The late-night wouldn't have been worrisome if it wasn't almost twelve hours later than his usual clock out time.

Julian drives quick but cautiously, a tight grip on the steering wheel. The hounds in the back of the humvee are unusually quiet, sensing the unease of their handlers.

Until about half an hour later, when Speedy starts to howl-- Ada turns to scold the young pup, not in the mood for antics when Julian stops the car. As soon as the engine dies, Ada hears it, too. Distant howling.

"Obi, maybe?" Ada takes out a flashlight as Julian turns on the floodlights on the humvee-- they both jump out with their hounds. Speedy barks in the direction of the howling as Victor points. Julian unclips Ice, his tracking hound. She takes off and they all follow.


"Oh no--"

As soon as Adelaide spots the still form on lying on the side of the road, she knows Obi had passed on. Two of his hounds are next to him. King is stretched out next to him, silent and mournful. Smoke is running around in frantic circles, still howling. Ice runs past and sits next to Obi, looking to Julian for praise for doing her job.

Julian's praise is hollow as he rubs her head, looking at Obi's slack face. He has his toolbox next to him-- one of the storage containers right off the road has a broken latch. Ada kneels next to King, hugging the older hound. The hound doesn't take his eyes off his handler.

"It must have been a heart attack or somethin'." Julian murmurs. "Looks like he went peacefully."


Obi's hounds do not abandon him peacefully-- Adelaide stays with them, feeding them and watering them as EMTs come to fetch Obi. She had to physically load up King-- and keep him from scrambling into the ambulance. There is no question that his hounds will continue to work on the reserve.

They're all worried King will die of a broken heart but Ada does not give the hound any free time. He's with her, working, every moment of the day until they both drop from exhaustion.

It takes six months before Ada dares to let King relax, the hound at last recovered.

[499/500]

[eleutheromania]

username: MySpoons
storage thread: The Protection
hound name: Royal Honor [King]
coloration: Wire Red Sable Roan Piebald
sex: Male
age: 9 years
collar color: dark leather with silver buckle, please
backstory:

"Obi never made it back from his shift yesterday," Julian explains as he flicks on the light in their room.

Adeline gets ready to go in record time. It takes about thirty seconds to get the hounds ready. Julian and Ada already have their assignment: Obi's usual circuit through the reserve. It is an hour out by drive; they start at the end of it.

Obi's walky-talky is dead... or he's not responding. Cell signal is not good enough out here to pick up a GPS signal, even if his phone still had power. Obi is a late-middle-aged man, ex-military who stayed on when the reserved switched hands from public management to private. It isn't like him to get lost or to fall radio silence. The late-night wouldn't have been worrisome if it wasn't almost twelve hours later than his usual clock out time.

Julian drives quick but cautiously, a tight grip on the steering wheel. The hounds in the back of the humvee are unusually quiet, sensing the unease of their handlers.

Until about half an hour later, when Speedy starts to howl-- Ada turns to scold the young pup, not in the mood for antics when Julian stops the car. As soon as the engine dies, Ada hears it, too. Distant howling.

"Obi, maybe?" Ada takes out a flashlight as Julian turns on the floodlights on the humvee-- they both jump out with their hounds. Speedy barks in the direction of the howling as Victor points. Julian unclips Ice, his tracking hound. She takes off and they all follow.


"Oh no--"

As soon as Adelaide spots the still form on lying on the side of the road, she knows Obi had passed on. Two of his hounds are next to him. King is stretched out next to him, silent and mournful. Smoke is running around in frantic circles, still howling. Ice runs past and sits next to Obi, looking to Julian for praise for doing her job.

Julian's praise is hollow as he rubs her head, looking at Obi's slack face. He has his toolbox next to him-- one of the storage containers right off the road has a broken latch. Ada kneels next to King, hugging the older hound. The hound doesn't take his eyes off his handler.

"It must have been a heart attack or somethin'." Julian murmurs. "Looks like he went peacefully."


Obi's hounds do not abandon him peacefully-- Adelaide stays with them, feeding them and watering them as EMTs come to fetch Obi. She had to physically load up King-- and keep him from scrambling into the ambulance. There is no question that his hounds will continue to work on the reserve.

They're all worried King will die of a broken heart but Ada does not give the hound any free time. He's with her, working, every moment of the day until they both drop from exhaustion.

It takes six months before Ada dares to let King relax, the hound at last recovered.

[499/500]

both were good stories but this one clicked with me more. Congrats to Spoons. Hailey, wonderful work also.

I will get collars and such up most likely tomorrow.

[MySpoons]

Thank you! Happy birthday and Happy Thanksgiving! Could you add me to the adopt please?

[eleutheromania]

after i add the collar you will be added