Post by | Amaya | on Jan 25, 2006 1:37:52 GMT -5
Name: Sly
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Breed: Siberian Husky
Rank: Loner
Mate: Buck (deceased)
Pups: Tor and Sakura (R.I.P)
Height (optional):
Weight (optional):
Physical Appearance: *Points at Siggy*
Personality: She once held an always happy and motherly personality but that soon changed. Her heart turned cold to the world and she now holds a venomous look to her beautiful features. She has a broken heart and will allow no one to mend it in fear of being caught in the thing called 'love' once again. She constantly tells herself she will not love again and no one will hold her heart in their grasp as long as she lives. She has a fierce temper and will not waist time in showing you that she's upset about something. She is serious most of the time and will no longer laugh at jokes unless really liking the other who is telling it to her. Her bright light blue eyes are cold and no longer show the wonderful spirit she once held although every once in a while they can hold a look that catches the eyes of most males. She wants nothing to do with bulls and would rather have a female as a friend although that doesn't mean she would mess around before leaving them high and dry. Her voice has lost it's once sweet melody and turned to a rigged cold bite although her tones can turn to a alluring lullaby that deceives others. She allows no one to disrespect her and shows respect to those to deserve it or those she considers strong enough to not have to work for it. She has a strong will that sometimes others mistaken for sheer stubbornness when set on doing something her way. She barely speaks and when she does it's only to introduce or defend herself. She does not fall for a brute's charm so trying to get her distracted with sweet talk won't help much.
History: She was born on the streets when her parents had ran away from the awful owner. She was raised and constantly being protected from bad things her parents thought would be bad for a growing pup. They raised her to see the positive side of things instead of being negative and growing up violent. She spent most of the time with her mother as her father always went out looking for food for them. She would play around in puddles or be taking naps under the shade of a tree in the park. She watched as dogs with humans would walk around together. She always wondered if the dogs ever wanted freedom or liked the life they already had. One day when she was with her mother she noticed that her dad wasn't back yet. After her mother got concerned she told her to stay and she would look for her father. She waited patiently for her parents to come back for her. She stood up as she could hear footsteps close by and started to slowly walk forward. She didn't know that those footsteps belonged to a human and not her parents. When she rounded the corner of the alley she saw her parents with some kind of chains around their necks and they were being dragged by some human. The man had looked over her and gave a grin as soon as he had seen her. "I told her I would find her sooner or later you ungrateful dogs," he said in a sickening happy voice. He reached down to pick her up so he could take all of them back. She didn't think twice as she bit the man's hand and took off running when the man screamed in pain. She stopped mid-step to run back to her parents but only saw a shake of their heads that told her to keep going. She took off as quickly as her small legs could and kept on until she noticed she had left the city and entered a new one. She gave a whimper but decided this would be her new home and she continued to live there until she got old enough to leave to another city. Her luck took a change for good as she found a mate and soon had pups. The joy was short lived as they were all killed and she was forced to leave once more with a broken heart. She turned bitter and cold, the thing her parents were trying to keep her from becoming. She would fight with any dog that dared question her and would lead brutes on just to lead them to their demise. Her travels ended soon as she reached a new city and decided it was time that she settled down for a bit.
Other: My lovely lovely Sly! Yes, I have brought her here in hopes of getting my muse for this place back. Tyrant, I believe you know this pretty little lady. ^^ Her past is different so it could fit in with the other forums.
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Breed: Siberian Husky
Rank: Loner
Mate: Buck (deceased)
Pups: Tor and Sakura (R.I.P)
Height (optional):
Weight (optional):
Physical Appearance: *Points at Siggy*
Personality: She once held an always happy and motherly personality but that soon changed. Her heart turned cold to the world and she now holds a venomous look to her beautiful features. She has a broken heart and will allow no one to mend it in fear of being caught in the thing called 'love' once again. She constantly tells herself she will not love again and no one will hold her heart in their grasp as long as she lives. She has a fierce temper and will not waist time in showing you that she's upset about something. She is serious most of the time and will no longer laugh at jokes unless really liking the other who is telling it to her. Her bright light blue eyes are cold and no longer show the wonderful spirit she once held although every once in a while they can hold a look that catches the eyes of most males. She wants nothing to do with bulls and would rather have a female as a friend although that doesn't mean she would mess around before leaving them high and dry. Her voice has lost it's once sweet melody and turned to a rigged cold bite although her tones can turn to a alluring lullaby that deceives others. She allows no one to disrespect her and shows respect to those to deserve it or those she considers strong enough to not have to work for it. She has a strong will that sometimes others mistaken for sheer stubbornness when set on doing something her way. She barely speaks and when she does it's only to introduce or defend herself. She does not fall for a brute's charm so trying to get her distracted with sweet talk won't help much.
History: She was born on the streets when her parents had ran away from the awful owner. She was raised and constantly being protected from bad things her parents thought would be bad for a growing pup. They raised her to see the positive side of things instead of being negative and growing up violent. She spent most of the time with her mother as her father always went out looking for food for them. She would play around in puddles or be taking naps under the shade of a tree in the park. She watched as dogs with humans would walk around together. She always wondered if the dogs ever wanted freedom or liked the life they already had. One day when she was with her mother she noticed that her dad wasn't back yet. After her mother got concerned she told her to stay and she would look for her father. She waited patiently for her parents to come back for her. She stood up as she could hear footsteps close by and started to slowly walk forward. She didn't know that those footsteps belonged to a human and not her parents. When she rounded the corner of the alley she saw her parents with some kind of chains around their necks and they were being dragged by some human. The man had looked over her and gave a grin as soon as he had seen her. "I told her I would find her sooner or later you ungrateful dogs," he said in a sickening happy voice. He reached down to pick her up so he could take all of them back. She didn't think twice as she bit the man's hand and took off running when the man screamed in pain. She stopped mid-step to run back to her parents but only saw a shake of their heads that told her to keep going. She took off as quickly as her small legs could and kept on until she noticed she had left the city and entered a new one. She gave a whimper but decided this would be her new home and she continued to live there until she got old enough to leave to another city. Her luck took a change for good as she found a mate and soon had pups. The joy was short lived as they were all killed and she was forced to leave once more with a broken heart. She turned bitter and cold, the thing her parents were trying to keep her from becoming. She would fight with any dog that dared question her and would lead brutes on just to lead them to their demise. Her travels ended soon as she reached a new city and decided it was time that she settled down for a bit.
Other: My lovely lovely Sly! Yes, I have brought her here in hopes of getting my muse for this place back. Tyrant, I believe you know this pretty little lady. ^^ Her past is different so it could fit in with the other forums.
