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Blood-Drenched Streets
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Drizzly. It has been raining on and off for the better part of a month. The gutters along the side of the road have begun to flood over, and making it dangerous to walk. The temperature rarely reaches above 50 degrees, so you best watch where your going.
Late 19th century Finland. The Finnish are currently under Swedish rule, but are fighting for their freedom. In a small town near Inkoo, everybody knows each other and their business. A strangers moves into the lone house with by the northern hill. With him comes his large, black, hunting dog. Within a few days of settling, the master dies mysteriously and suddenly. There were no wounds visible on the man's body, and his expression had been one of horror, not pain. His neck had been intact, and nothing of his bodily parts were mutilated or missing. The only thing unusual was that there was this furry black patch of skin on the sole of his right foot. His loyal dog has long since disappeared.
Now, by the dozen, the good people had being killed. No evidence, no wound. Only the same look of horror and the black furry patch of skin. The doctor's are completely befuddled. The stranger's dog has long since become the main suspect, but no one seems able to find her. A few have suggested going up to the old house to look, but none are brave enough to do so. All those who accuse the dog are found dead the next morning. All the dogs of the deceased human masters wander the streets together, forging for food desperately. The hunter's dog has finally shown herself and created a group, a death group: the Helvetti. Her message to the dogs of the town are clear: "Join or Die." One band of particularly brave dogs have risen against her, however. They are fighting for their homes, their masters, and their lives. The Helvetti are fighting for complete powers over the humans, and to kill all humans out. Their fights are frequent and bloody. The humans are too oblivious to the life-and-death battle of the animal, too busy with staying alive and trying to catch the killer.
Before the world had settled, long before anyone could remember, before the Big Bang happened, a meteor was said to hit Earth, and it had. It shook the world, and crack a piece of Earth off, the moon.
The moon had a sister piece, a twin piece that left the atmosphere, that hid itself from human life and evolved. Air, plants, trees, water, everything that life could need was there… It was where they evolved, though it happened much slower then life on earth, and very few things survived on this odd planet. The planet’s sun was a reflection that beamed off of another planet, and it seemed to go right through the ‘perfect’ planet, for there was no snow that covered the ground in most parts, unless season permitted.
It had average seasons, like its mother planet, Earth, winter, spring, summer, fall, repeat. It was nothing out of the ordinary, except for the fact there was only woodland and plain, no tundra, no desert, no beach, for after all it was a small planet.
As life began to form, four-legged creatures thrived, and deer began to swarm the area, they thrived. Fish filled the ponds, lakes, rivers, and streams; birds filled the skies, and wolves were born among the ruckus. As the world took shape and life formed, colors did as well.
It seemed as though the rainbow had blessed, one specie and, one specie only, the wolves. They had been multi-colored, colors that described their personality, though soon that changed and instead, it became a mixture of two variables, parents coat, and their personality.
Living in Everyone's Shadows is an intermediate to advanced wolf Role Play with an original plot and a nice adminastor that isn't just like a robot. Thought LIES is brand new, and still small, I (The admin) plan on trying to get friendly members to join to get the role-playing experience going.
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Re: Pack Meeting « Result #2 on Dec 16, 2007, 1:06am »
Nitro's darkly cunning gaze traced along Mestari's form as he circled her as well, and she let a low growl rumble from her throat, more like a feline's purr than a threat. Indeed, he was a quick mover but then again, so was the Dobermann fae held captive by the snowy figure through choice. Gaze glittering, the female nipped at Mestari rather cruelly though they soon became gentle enough to show him that she had no intention of real opposition.
It was only a matter of minutes before the wicked creature allowed a simple submission to the male, her dark rust-red maw dipping elegantly, ears giving a light flick back. Normally Nitro would have put up a mock-fight to see how quickly her partner could dominate her, but she was still learning about this one, and her cold, calculating eyes never really left him, even as she turned away for a brief moment to test him. It certainly seemed that the fae wasn't going to delve far into her bag of tricks this time, but who really knew with such a mysterious canine?
Name:Gray Age: 1 Year Gender: Female Breed(s): Siberian Husky Physical Description: A set of almond-shaped, light blue eyes are the first things that you see when looking at this magnifecent creature. Never would you expect her to be so lonely on the inside. Those light blue optics hide all the emotion that could possibly spill out of her if she's not carefull. Gray holds the average height for a female Siberian Husky, being 20inches at the shoulder - she also holds the average weight at 40 pounds. Her skull is slightly rounded in shape, with a medium sized, wolf-like muzzle. She has a level back and long, powerfull legs as well as a muscled, medium length and deep chested body. Her soft, smooth pelt is colored pure, snowy white. Her nose is pink, her lips and eyes rimmed subtly by black. Emotional Description: Gray is hard to explain, very perplexed and confuseing. Gray's persona is like one of those ideas you get in your mind; its there and makes total sence, yet you can't find the right words to make others understand it. She's a very intelligent creature, often getting lost in her thoughts and trailing off. One thing she can do, which shows off her intelligence very well, is her great knowledge of math. Everything in this world involves numbers, and Gray wil always be there to attempt to explain how and why. She can try and predict someone's reaction to her own actions within her mind, and sometimes she lets her thinking show. Her expression clearly changes when this happens, and she seems to look straight through you. Gray sometimes finds herself showing off, and will often cut herself off and stop explaining what was going on within that great mind of her's. A genious of sorts you could call this pooch.
That being said, this canine also has a very depressed side of her. Gray always has a sad look apon her facade, and it seems to look even more depressed while in her thinking state. She finds it hard to explain things to others, and when they question her calculations she finds herself getting angry. She does have a quick temper at times, but it isn't easily flared up, for she also has patience - to a certain extent. Gray often isn't a very good friend, and though she tries to she's never there for the friends she actually has.
Although a quite sociable female, when first meeting Gray it's touch and go for a while. Getting into her heart forever is even harder, for she never trusts anybody. She also has very low self confidence in her intelligence, even though others used to boast about it. But, one wrong calculation made in her past cost her whole pack its life, and she can never forgive herself for that, no matter how much others try to make her believe it wasn't her fault. When in reality, even they know that she is at fault to some extent. She doesn't hold self-pity, but is in a state of depression at the moment. She often breaks into tears sudenly when she thinks about her past, and often gets no sleep at night. History: Where to begin, as the old saying goes. Gray's past is filled with heartbreak, sadness, revenge and admist all that, love and betrayel. And here's the story of our wonderful gal. Oh joyous me.
Gray was born into a litter of four pups. She was born to the alphas of a stray dog pack. Her father was a black and white Siberian Husky named Nuketi, her mother a grey and white Siberian Husky called Hinui. Among the pack was an elder, a brindle German Shepherd x Boxer mix called Linak and a beta male and female, a Golden Retriever male named Kohle and a Dalmation female named Hova. There was also an outcast male, an omega Golden Retriever x Dalmation mix named Taurine. Taurine was the illegal son of Kohle and Hova, and was the only one of the litter to be allowed to survive. Nuketi had killed the other five pups.
The start of life was normal for little Gray. She played around with her three siblings, all of which were her brothers. She was the youngest and smallest, but no runt by any means. Her closest brother was a red and white male named Tonalu. Gray stuck to Tonalu like glue, and often would stare into his deep brown eyes when he wasn't noticing - seemingly trying to figure out what her eldest brother was thinking. Tonalu was a silent, layed back pup, and so Gray learned to be as well. But, everything in life changed for the pups when they turned 3 months old.
Everybody had known from the moment Gray was born, which was two hours after her youngest brother, that Gray would be important to the pack. Her intellegance didn't go unnoticed, and when the pack came to troubles in their travells they looked to Gray to use her math skills to figure things out. One day, they even asked her to calculate how hard they would have to push off the ground to make it across a wide river. Her calculations were correct, but Linak had been reaching the age of 10 years - it was close to his time, and he couldn't find the strength to jump across. Rather, he stayed behind while the rest of the pack leapt over; Hinui carried the pups in her mouth. But, one pup, the youngest male, stayed behind. Gray remembers how Hinui had fussed and disciplined little Kackle, but the silver and white pup had refused to budge. The pack moved on, but Gray stayed behind for a little while, Tonalu waiting patiently for her to come along. Gray had stared into Kackle's eyes for a long time, trying to calculate what was going on in his mind. "Lets go Gray, we've gotta catch up with the rest of them." Tonalu had said softly, and Gray had nodded before turning and loping quickly on at Tonalu's shoulder until they finally caught up with their mother.
This wasn't the only change, though. Gray's other brother, a black and white male called Linaki, Nuketi's favorite pup had been sick and seemingly lifeless for weeks now, and whatever disease he had was finally taking the betetr of him. The pack guessed that Linaki had gotten a bad case of the flue from the cold waters, but without their elder Likak they couldn't make a sure decision. Nuketi even asked Gray in private once, and when sh had no answer he had swiped at her, leaving a scar across her little pink nose. The five month old had whimpered, then slunk off and lay quietly down at the edge of the clearing. Tonalu had snuck over that night to lay with Gray, and together they slept.
A few months passed, and the pups turned 8 months old. The pack came to a huge fissure in the earth, and knew if any of them fell in then they would be gone for good. And of course, it was up to Gray to calculate how hard and high the pack would have to jump to safely cross. Being his rebellion self, the omega Taurine had jumped across without waiting, thinking h didn't need the pathetic little pup's help. He was wrong. He obviously didn't push off with enough power in his spring, for he fell short by mere inches. Hova and Khole had whimpered and paced at the edge of the crack while Gray took the new information into play and recalculated. Finally, when she thought she had an answer she told it to the pack. "Okay. Well, I took the width of the fissure and the strength of the weakest member of the pack into paly, and I think I have an answer. You will have to jump about five inches off the ground, and push off with as much power as you can get, as always." She had spoken, though some nervous edge in her voice had been captured by Tonalu's auds, and he looked into her eyes with his own deep amber optics, a small smile coming to his strikingly handsom features. "Are you sure about this, Gray?" He asked quietly, taking a step towards his little sister. A long pause and an eerie silence followed, but finally Gray nodded hesitantly. "Yes, I'm sure Tonalu. I think." She answered in her small voice, but there was no going back now. First to juimp across would be Nuketi.
He did as his daughter had said, and made it across almost perfectly, stumbling slightly as he landed. He then turned back and watched to make sure Hinui mad it safely across. She slipped a little, but luckily made it. Then, it came to Khole. He leapt, but hadn't really been listening to Gray's speach. He jumped to high and didn't take a long enough leap. He landed with his fore legs clinging helplessly to the edge of the crack. He slipped, and fell into the oblivian. A deep whine from Hova caught everybody's attention then, and they saw her pacing back and forth at the edge of the fissure, looking down the hole. Suddenly, she jumped down. Tonalu had tried to catch hold of her tale, but Gray had stopped him with her quick thinking mind. "Tonalu, don't!" She had yelled, bounding over and standing in her brother's way. "You fall with her. Based on your height and weight compared to her's, you don't have the strength to hold her up long enough for father to come back over and help." There was a whimper in her vocals, and Tonalu leapt clear over his sister, snapping at Hova's tail and catching it by the tip. Gray had screamed, but it was too late. He fell with Hova, dissapearing into what seemed like dark nothingness.
It was Gray's turn to pace, her turn to leap. The last of her pack waited on the other side - her mother and father. Nuketi was becoming impatient, and finally said he'd go ahead to find shelter for the night while Gray planned her escape from the 'crack of death' as the pup now called it. A sudden mountain lion's roar was heard though, and Gray and Hinui looked up, startled looks apon their faces. The yelps and growls of Nuketi were heard, followed by a final howl of pain. Hinui couyldn't be stopped as she turned and dashed off to save her mate. It was too late, and the lion ended up killing her as well. Gray had sighed, knowing that she had just killed her pack. She had sat by the fissure fior a while, playing it over and over in her mind. For once, she hadn't an answer for herself. She got up, and left. Bloodlines: Father;Nuketi-Siberian Husky-Status:Dead-Description Mother;Hinui-Siberian Husky-Status:Dead-Description Brother1;Tonalu-Siberian Husky-Status:Dead-Description Brother2;Linaki-Siberian Husky-Status:Dead-Description Brother3;Kackle-Siberian Husky-Status:Unknown-Descrip tion Past Pack Members: Beta Male;Khole-Golden Retriever-Male-Status:Dead-Description Beta Female;Hova-Dalmation-Female-Status:Dead-Description Elder;Likak-German ShepherdxBoxer-Male-Status:Unknown-Description Omega;Taurine-Golden RetrieverxDalmation-Male-Status:Dead-Description Faults: Ah, this qould be a very long list if I were to mention all of Gray's flaws. Instead, I'll just list the major ones; -Depressed -Un-trusting -Low self confidence -Quick temper Quirks: -Over-haughty males -Self-pittying dogs Neither RP Post: Kaya Give me a reason To end this discussion To break a tradition To fall and divide
It was early in the afternoon. Around, say, eleven p.m.. The sun was slanting over buildings in the square, casting shadows over the sidewalks. The streets were burning hot to touch, and weren't the best thing to walk on. Though, this little pup didn't seem to care. Her tough, black pads travelled over the gravell below her that had been compacted and dried together to form the street the Australian Shepherd x Rottweiler x English Mastiff mix now trotted gracefully apon. Well, no. Maybe not so gracefully. The chocolate colored mutt had her moments of crazy-ness and clumsy-ness. But, eh. Hopefully Kaya would grow out of that in time. Her black nose twitched, taking in the scents of the day. Ah, yes. As the humans called it, today was Thanksgiving. Or, as Kaya and many other dogs liked to call it, Turkey Day. The tail that had grown to full length from the Mastiff in her now waved happily, for she was gaining on her prey. Of course, this was not live prey. Give the one month old a break, okay? This is her first hunt on her own. Usually she was with either her brother, Dingo or, most often, her mother Shiba. Devilian, her father, sometimes tagged along as well. She had snuck away from her over-protective mother for the day and had lasted so far. Now, Kaya was testing herself. She was seeing if she could be better than her sneaky brother; she would beat him by bringing a turkey back to the den in the forest. Heh, what would Dingo say then? Kaya chuckled sinisterly, allowing her calm side to slip away from the day as her head lowered and leveled with her shoulders, tail stiffening and straight out behind her. Flopped ears pricked forwards, and she loped towards an open door. Stepping silently up the steps of the house's front steps, she sniffed at the ajar doorway, growling uietly with anxiouty as she smelt the turkey inside, cooling off on the kitchen table. Smiling, she slipped inside, crawling army-like on her stomach towards the table. Luckily, the family was upstairs. Perfect situation for Kaya to make her move. Leaping up and landing on the table, she found the table's top to be quite sleak. Her overly-sized paws slipped, and she skid across, her black nails desperatly trying to take hold. At the last moment, she got her talons stuck in the turkey as she slipped off the table. The turkey came after her, and as she landed on her back-bellie up-the turkey landed apon her stomach. A yelp was admitted, and Kaya heard the scrambling of the surprised humans upstairs. using her calm personality now, she rolled to her feet, grasping the turkey within her jaws and trying to lift it. Her muscles stiffened, and luckily, being the tom-boy she was as well as the strong breeds within her bloodlines, Kaya was able to half-drag half-carry the turkey towards the doorway. She heard cries from the two-leggers behind her, and quickened her pace, slipping around the corner of the house and scittering towards the forests behind the house.
Cause I hate the ocean Theme parks and airplanes Talking with strangers, waiting in line I'm through with these pills that make me so still Are you feeling fine? Yes I feel just fine
As she entered the forest, Kaya smiled sinisterly, dropping the turkey at her paws. The sweet, ever-tastfull and tempting smell of the half-cooked meat was quickly spreading through the forest, and the pup listened with slight anger as a badger came forth. Growling as the animal came towards her kill, Kaya leapt forwards, barking furiously. Lips writhed, pulling upwards to reveal her fangs; though, this snarl was nothing but silent. Low growls that rumbled up her chest into snarls were heard coming from the female puppy as she desperatly tried to scare the badger away. The badger growled back, but the sudden howl of a Coyote sent the badger running for cover. Kaya would've done the same immediatly if she hadn't been to preoccupied with making sure the badger went away. Turning back to her fiest now, the female quickly picked up the turkey again, scuttering quickly into the bushes and towards the den that Kaya and her family called home. Once there, Kaya dropped the meal again, plopping into a laying position next to her find, jaws ajar and tongue flapping out, her chest heaving as she panted. Reaching over, she grasped a leg, beginning to tear the tender flesh from the bone, growling warningly every once in a while..just incase. Maybe her family would show up. Maybe a stranger would. In any case, Kaya was ready to protect her meal.
Tell me that your alright And everything is alright Oh please tell me that your alright And everything is alright
--Copyright Shadow of Toxin Alley[AKA Me]
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Vexx:: Demon if ever there was One « Result #4 on Dec 15, 2007, 2:20am »
Name: Vexx
Age: 2.5 years
Gender: Female
Breed(s): German Shepherd Dog
Physical Description: Vexx is black as night with very minimal red markings on her lower legs and faint highlights over her eyes. The eyes themselves are a dark shade of reddish brown and intelligent as they come. They're slightly almond shaped also. The ears are natural prick ears, standing strongly on their own and her muzzle isn't as heavy as some are, though the tapering is minimal also, giving her face a strong but feminine look. The tail hangs low to her hocks and is fairly bushy, and her coat has gloss to it, but just the average amount for a stray black canine.
She has fine muscle but it doesn't show as much as a male's might, giving her a deceptive glow, and her fangs are strong and still pretty white since she's only halfway through her second year with many more {hopefully} ahead of her. Vexx stands proudly with her withers 24 inches off the ground and weighs in at about 63 pounds, a grand weight to maintain for a stray dog indeed..though that could drastically drop at a shortage of prey. Her nose is as black as her fur, as are the claws to finish off the package.
Emotional Description: Vexx has the perfect name to describe herself in one word: a vex. For every little detail though, she can be described as a fairly complex canine. Vexx is a sneaky, cruel, baleful b*tch who will stop at nothing to achieve her goals, whatever those might be in a given day or month. She's a demon if ever there was one, and a good one at that. Never whining or moping around, this female stands strong against the worst kinds of punishment and comes out of it to walk on another 100 feet. She's spirited, stubborn and downright vicious, displaying absolutely no common courtesy or etiquette when she doesn't want to.
If someone's in her way, she'll beat them into the ground if need be just to get them to move and laugh after doing it. If she loses in a fight, she doesn't hang on it or hold grudges forever like others do; there's too much to do and much more important things to deal with than sulking about a lost fight. But of course...if she ever meets the offender again, Vexx is glad to take them on to show them they haven't broken her, and she'll fight ten times fiercer and dirtier just to prove the point.
When she kills something, it's always in joy and never in regret. She loves no one and cares for nothing so there's nothing to mourn over when others die around her, only the desire and willpower to move on for another day and more bloodshed. She's full of pride, and her peers would do best to remember that. The model Alpha dog, Vexx will bow to absolutely NO ONE unless they can prove beyond doubt that they aren't stupid enough to get their pack into unnecessary trouble or imminent death. Even then, they'd have to beat the living h*ll out of her first to impress her, and she probably wouldn't respect them even then. No, respect takes time and Vexx has little to none of it for weaker or moronic entities.
History: Vexx found herself born into a litter of seven, of which she was birthed as the third. She grew up the first two months of her life amongst her mother, father, two other sisters and four brothers. They all looked about the same, but Vexx was the darkest and turned out to be the hellraiser of the bunch, alongside her youngest brother Shade.
Once the pups hit two months, they were all sent to new homes except for Vexx, whose owner saw potential in her for a guard dog. So she followed her father everywhere he went, becoming quite the nuisance but learning quickly from everything he did. It saddened her mother that her own pup didn't want to spend any time with her, but it was just in Vexx's odd nature to prefer her father's company over another female's, since they fought terribly as Vexx grew older.
And so the little female grew into a one-year-old, already finely tuned to the relentless lifestyle of a guardian. She was well-sized for her age, and her bark had become a fierce, harsh one to frighten off the bravest of thieves and taxmen. Unfortunately, her master was old and as winter hit their land, he caught deadly pneumonia and died of it before the bitter season had subsided. Spring finally came too late, and by now the three dogs were lean and in ill-health.
They all knew their master had died, but Vexx's parents were too loyal to abandon his corpse. Vexx wasn't foolish and had other ideas of how to survive, which didn't agree well with either one of her parents. At last as she grew into a fine two-year-old, she had a nasty confrontation with her mother for the last time, in which she ended up killing her in a dead rage and then was forced to face off against her sire, who beat her badly before she managed to evade his full wrath. If she hadn't gotten away sooner, he surely would have killed her himself to avenge the loss of his beloved mate...and because in his eyes, Vexx would always be a traitor.
Badly beaten and mad with hunger, Vexx traveled through the forestland on her own, resting often to allow her wounds to heal over and finally her hunger subsided as the dog managed to hone her hunting skills with small wildlife and by preying on the weakest of livestock as she steadily got stronger. Now halfway through her second year, Vexx is in nice condition despite her harsh new life and she's been stalking amongst the strays again, unafraid of her sire and least of all of the total strangers surrounding her.
Faults: Her immense pride, stubborn nature, and dominance, inability to put up with weaker dogs for long periods of time, especially the company of other b*tches
Quirks: None yet discovered...but they will be put here once uncovered.
Helvetti, Taivas, Neither: Neither.
RP Post: Having passed by the creepy Victorian, the red and white Husky bitch finally ended up nearer the boneyard, and it was here that she stopped while humming a little tune aimlessly. Her crystal blue eyes tilted upward to focus on the words over the gateway....Trinity Cemetery. What a nice name for a graveyard. The place seemed peaceful and quiet...it would be such a pleasing change from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the city. Shadow thrown into perspective from the street lights overhead, the little Husky trotted on through the gates without a second thought, never stopping to think that perhaps it belonged to any other dogs. As far as she knew, Velocity's pack was the single one...and she was glad to be part of it, to tell the truth.
Hex had no clue that his scent was lightly mingled with her own, letting any others know that she was a Magnum packmate...but again, the femme was young and a tad inexperienced yet. Hmmhmmhmmmmm...hmhmhmmmhmmmm... Padding slowly and ignorantly down the walkway, Hex half-closed her eyes, drifting away with her thoughts until a scent too strong to overlook wafted into her nostrils, instantly alarming her; but it was too late to run and she knew it. The young female had inadvertently advanced into another pack's turf....and the scent she was taking in could be none other than the leader of this place. Flattening her ears uneasily, Hex began to slowly back up, her breath catching in her chest as she tried to be as quiet as possible.
Then...
crrruunnch.
Snapping her head down and around in dismay, the Husky spotted the culprit of the loud noise underneath her back paw. Or rather, the remains of a cursed pinecone. d**n! If only she had paid more attention...or simply stayed in Magnum territory..then she wouldn't be in this situation. Freezing involuntarily, Hex watched every shadow, every movement the trees made from the moonlight, hoping that she could still escape before she was found out.
Shaden[finished] « Result #5 on Dec 14, 2007, 3:43pm »
Name: Shaden Age: 2 Years Gender: Female Breed(s): Siberian Husky x German Shepherd -X- Rottweiler x Doberman Pinscher Physical Description: When first looking at Shaden, you automatically recognize her Siberian Husky and German Shepherd bloodlines. She has the overall bodytype of a Husky; a level back, a broad chest, and long muscled legs. Her tail betrays her Shepherd bloodlines; its long, curls at the tip and is slightly feathered. Her head is exactly what a husky's looks like with a wolf-like muzzle and a black nose. Her ears are slightly off to the sides of her head, and very much resemble a wolf's. Though, her Rottweiler and Dobermann Pinscher lines are betrayed by her strong muscles and short-cropped pelt. Her peltage is colored mostly a darker-than-black, but streaks of white and light grey are found around her chest. Her glare is a crimson coloration. Emotional Description: Shaden...isn't the most sociable female on the streets. Her persona is very hard to describe, as it seems to be bunched all together in a confusing bundle. Apon first meeting her, she seems to be very anti-social. She will hide herself away in the shadows, giving out warnings to those who come to close. Shaden is sometimes mistaken for the murderous type, especially if one finds himself knowing of her bleek past. Though, they are always taken care of accordingly, for they obviously know to much for their own good. Not to say Shaden goes around acting like she's unapproachable; she doesn't show this fact off, though it is a fact.
Shaden also has a side of her that despises and fears males with the very fiber of her being; this resoning is explained in her past. She finds their mere presence within ten feet of her intollerable, and always slinks off even in the midst of a conversation. Females are somewhat fine to be around, to a certain extent. Though, if she's within a group, which we all know very well will probably never happen, Shaden has to be one of the higher ranking faes; being a subordinate is not an option for this double-sided coin. History: 'Theres another world inside of me that you may never see.'
Recalling the dreaded bloodlines;; Father;Jastle-DobermannxRottweiler-Status:Hopefully Dead-Description Mother;Jenna-Siberian HuskyxGerman Shepherd-Status:Dead-Description Brother;Balkar-Same Breed As Shaden-Status:Hopefully Dead-Description
Shaden's mother was a street dog; her father a police dog. I could tell you the whole story of how her parents, Jastle and Jenna met up, but thats not why your here now is it? So we'll just skip all that crap.
Jenna, a black and tan Siberian Husky x German Shepherd mix had two puppies in the middle of the winter. A grey and white male to be called Balkar, and a runty black female to be called Shaden. And this is where our wonderful gal's story begins. Joy.
For the first three months of their life, they lived as normal street dog pups would; hiding in a cardboard box during the day waiting for Jenna to return with meat, and romping around the alley way in the black of night.Until they turned four months old; things now started to change. Balkar and Shaden started to follow Jenna when she went on her hunting trips, learning all they could in the short time they had; of course, they didn't know how limited time they had to learn and so often didn't pay attention. It was a cold day in spring, and the pups had stayed home while Jenna went out to hunt. The pups were playing around when the massive figure appeared at the enterence to the alley. The pups instinctivly hid in the box; the only safe place they had ever known.
The black figure approached, and only when he was less than ten feet away did he come to full view. A huge obsidian male stood towering over the box and the pups, having the blocky head and stumpy tail of the Rottweiler, yet the thin and long-legged form of the Doberman Pinscher. The mutt knocked the box over with a large paw, and the pups tumbled out and bumped into his fore legs. The male reached down, snatching Balkar up between his jaws and turned, trotting off and leaving Shaden alone. Though, he was stopped by a low growl. "You drop that pup, Jastle." Shaden knew the voice; it was her mother Jenna coming to save the day. Shaden stood, letting out an excited yip - this only angered Jastle, who flung Balkar into the wall and stalked towards Jenna. He lept and within what seemed like mere minutes, Jenna dropped dead with a torn throat.
The nightmare didn't end there, though. Jastle then turned back to Shaden, loping towards her. Shaden whimpered and backed into the box, but Jastle picked her up between his massive fangs and flung her into the wall, where she slumped down at her brother's side. He then turned to the pups, and growled out orders. "Girl, you stay here. Boy, state your name.""Balkar.." Balkar had whispered frightfully, and Jastle came over and scooped him up, flinging the grey and white pup onto his back. He turned and trotted off, and Shaden never saw either of the two again. She managed to survive on her own, eating scraps from trash and anything else she could scavenge. She was raped when she turned a year old, by a yearling Foxhound who Shaden easily killed. She killed the three pups when they arrived as well, and now wanders aimlessly. Faults: 'Its hard to learn from mistakes when mistakes are all you've ever made.' Shaden's faults aren't easily pointed out, because she is entirely made up of them; or so it seems. First off, she's so shy and timid that it makes her look weak. And when she does get called weak, she snaps and ends up killing something or someone. She's a fragile female, and her sane hangs on a thin thread. Quirks: Shaden absolutely hates males, and finds that when with females shen must be one of the more dominant in the group. Type: Neither Theme Song: Remember The Name-Fort Minor RP Post: [I wasn't sure if I had to make a new post with Shaden or not, so I'll just post with one from another Stary Dog RP, Toxin Alley.] Sasha "I'm not here for your entertainment; You don't really wanna mess with me tonight."
The sound of a voice calling outside the border was clearly heard by the dog. The white form sat at her open window, dark blue gaze wandering about the pack's territory. The shape of the male had been spotted, from the looks of it and the sound of thingy in his voice, it was a male. A soft snort is given, a sigh sweeping past her pink nostrols. She stood, shaking her bodice from the tip of her muzzle to the tip of her tail The white form then moved from the window sill, leaping down and loping quietly over to her matress. She scratched at it a few times, then stepped apon it, circling once and plopping down. "It's too early in the d**n morning, dog. You're gonna have to wait." The three year old thought with another snort, closing her eyes. Though, the nap would be extremly short. Less than ten minutes later, the frightened squeaking of a squirrel awoke her. The German Shepherd growled, vocalizing her deep annoyance - annoyance caused by a dog she hadn't even meet yet. Well, this meeting would be great. Just effin great.
Eyes popped open, rolling upwards towards the white cieling of her boring, white room. Well, it wasn't all that boring. She had a yellow blanket and a blue blanket to give the space some color, but that was about it. Maybe she could take Otis out to pick out something to spice up her place - Otis always had the best taste, the ofish mutt. Sasha rose then, giving her pure white fur a firm shake before stepping silently off the matress. Muscles tenced then relaxed in a manner of some sort of streatching. Shoulder blades rolled under her peltage as she silently strolled out of her room, trotting down the hallway and purpously slapping her tail against each occupied room. Sasha wasn't the highest ranking pooch in this place, so she would need some help beating this loner up, and wasn't afraid to admit it.
The stairs came then, and another sigh was admitted. Oh, how the GSD hated these things. It pained her displased hip to go up and down these flights of stairs ; but she endurred it without much complaint. She trotted easily down them today, though. Probably from excitement of being the first to meet the haughty fellow that waited ever so 'patiently' waited for the arrival of a gang member. When at the door, she reared and grasped the knob between her fangs. She chewed and turned her head, pushing on the door with her fore paws for balance and to try and get the door to open. Finally, it banged open and Sasha fell back to all fours. The female then trotted forwards, invisible brow furrowing as she analized the dog. Definatly a male, some sort of Shepherd dog. Most like an Anatolian Shepherd. Nostrols flared, taking in the scent of the brute and memorizing it as she approached. Her pace was steady, and she was slowly gaining on him.
She haulted ten feet away from the male, way out of the dog's striking range. Like Whisper had always taught her, better safe then sorry. Eyes narrowed on the intruder, tail flicking back and forth like her 'mother''s often did. Head lowered, leveling perfectly with her shoulder blades and harks pricking intently forwards. "Tell me something, male;" she started smoothly, her voice and facade clear of any emotion. Her voice like a practiced conman's, so smooth and unreadable was it. Her thoughts shielded behind a piercing, dark blue glare. "what goes through a mutt's crazy ass mind when they approach our territory? I've seen so many of you flea-bitten airbags, and yet I still haven't figure it out. Funny, you must be so stupid that intelligent dogs can't find a way to think like you. Ha! That's quite the accomplishment."
Lifting her muzzle now, she released a howl mimiking a wolf's perfectly, calling for any Silent Fang member who felt like kicking some petty little ass. Muzzle lowered now, snout jerking smoothly back to face the brute. Ears thingyed forwards once more, eyes locked on his gaze - as if to threaten or dare him not to give a straight answer. Rump lowered to the earth, and with the movement muscles rippled and bunched under the German Shepherd Dog's peltage menacingly, words coming out in a sharp growl as she sat;"You should start talking; my friend's will be here any minute. Some of them have shorter tempers than me; just giving you a fair warning." An unreadable smile slid evily onto her twistedly gorgeous facade, a cackle releasing from her maw.
"Just stop and take a second; I was fine before you walked into my life."
--Copyright Shadow of Toxin Alley[AKA Me]
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Shinobi: Living Legends « Result #6 on Aug 4, 2007, 5:05pm »
Generations after Uzumaki Naruto, ninja still work hard in their village. Fire, Wind, Earth, Water, Lightning, Sound, and Star. The villages of power. But there are dark forces working, forces known as the Kagai. The Kagai are the new generation of Akatsuki, but they seem stronger (if you wanna be a member of the Kagai, you gotta apply).
Long ago, the land was in chaos, innocent people were dieing, villages falling, and even the land itself seemed shrouded in darkness. It was during the time of the First Hokage, when it was decided the land must be saved from a war that had caused the land itself to die. Seven ninja were chosen, each willing to die for their village. Together, these ninja forged seven stones of great power. The power of the stones was never told, only witnessed by those around, but by using the stones, these seven ninja stopped the wars, death, and all the hell that broke loose. The were named the ultimate power, unstoppable by any mortal force.
It was granted that the stones together could bring the land into darkness as it once had, so it was decided the stones would be seperated, so they would never be reunited, so the land would forever remain in peace. Each village was given a stone, and a few of the coutries were also awarded a stone. This was the wish of the great leaders, willing to do anything to keep their village safe. It was in future generations of ninja, that the stone would be given to someone else, the new leader, or Kage of that area. Handed down to only the most trusted ninja who would willingly give their life to ensure the stone would never be stolen. With this, the land was at peace, and eventually, as the land changed, the stones moved.
Eventually, after the time of Uzumaki Naruto, the Sound and Star village came into greater power, becoming major villages. Somehow, the new great villages aquired the stones.
The Kagai are after these mighty stones, to bring them together, and throw the world into darkness. They plan to control the world, and everything in it. But, could it be that their lust for power and their arrogance, is their weakness? Ninja of their villages must do all they can to stop the Kagai and their devilish plans, to ensure the world they live in stays bright. Will you fight to protect the stones, or try and steal them (or both, you can be a part of every village if you want)? Join the adventure, join the fight.
This is the fight for life, where you fight is up to you. Loyal, or untrust worthy, you control your own fate, your own destiny. In the end, you control the fate of the world, the ninja world. Prove what kind of ninja you are, where will you fight. For the darkness or light? Show us where you belong.
Only at, Shinobi: Living Legends. Are Naruto based role play.
Name: Haerm (hay-erm) Age: 2 people years Gender: female Breed(s): Rough Collie Physical Description: Haerm is a purebred collie with long, soft, sable (a sort of yellow ocher coloured sable), fur. She is well groomed and is very trim. Her eyes are a chocolate brown colour and show none of her true nature. She stands proudly and her ears are perked up and alert. Her right ear is a little torn and although you can't see it through her thick fur, Haerm has a long but thin scar going along her belly. Haerm has all of her teeth and they are in okay condition. Her nails are a little over-grown at present. Emotional Description: Haerm is fairly quiet and calm. She has a little bit of a conscience and is not as hell-bent as some of the Helvetti. She is quite cruel and has a strong temper, often snapping at other dogs. Hardened to life she is smart enough to stay out of the pound. She is clever in a warped sort of way, being an intelligent breed. Collies are very loyal and sweet, but Haerm isn't sweet, the humans trained her out of being "sweet". History: Haerm was a pure bread collie that was born on the streets. She was found at three months and brought to the pound. She was adopted shortly with the hope she would be a show-dog some day. Haerm was kept in normal conditions, but with several other dogs that tormented her daily, souring her normally good disposition. At her first show, she maimed one of the dogs for no apparent reason the humans could find. Another six months passed and at her second show (her owner hadn't given up on her yet) she was savage and wild, tearing apart the whole show. She was sent back to the pound and for the remainder of the year she was tossed from human to human, once ending up as a fighting dog, only to be disposed of when she had badly sprained a leg. Haerm hated humans after that. A week before she turned two years, the pound man caught the "plague" and she was set loose upon the world, vowing to serve whoever had freed her. Faults: She is reluctant to listen to anyone except the Helvetti Alpha female, often being rude to many senior dogs. Quirks: Haerm is loyal, but only to dogs she considers are her friends, and she doesn't choose lightly. Helvetti RP Post: Haerm lay with her eyes narrowed. She had her tail curled around her paws in a feminine way. She had a wolfish grin on her face, a cunning, crafty, smile. A little smug too. Her tongue lolled as she sat peacefully for once. She was taking a short five-minute break from the everyday life of the Helvetti. Her noble head was held high, and her chest puffed proudly out. She was a rough collie, and very pretty. She knew it, too. She was considered well-groomed for a street dog and she was immensely proud of it. Haerm's ears were alert to all sounds, ready to jump up at the slightest paw-step. Her sable fur was a little darker than yellow ocher, with darker brown and black in some areas. Haerm lay her head on her paws. No other dog had passed by and she felt like sleeping. Yawning, she closed her eyes and slept.
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Re: Pack Meeting « Result #10 on May 12, 2007, 11:12am »
Mestari grinned. His intense eyes following her every move. Tracing her outline. When she stopped he circled around her, enticing her as well. He stopped after going around twice and waited to see what she would do. This was going to be very interesting.
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