Post by Spring on May 18, 2013 17:59:57 GMT -5
SPRING!
Spring is joining us from Montana. This 5 year old is going to celebrate her next birthday on July 9th. She's usually very quiet, motherly, calm and is very quite good at settling disputes, strutting, impressing males. Their problem is with others who use temper to situate issues. Tsk Tsk. Welcome to Madness, hun.
Spring is joining us from Montana. This 5 year old is going to celebrate her next birthday on July 9th. She's usually very quiet, motherly, calm and is very quite good at settling disputes, strutting, impressing males. Their problem is with others who use temper to situate issues. Tsk Tsk. Welcome to Madness, hun.
FULL NAME: Spring
BREED FACE: Pure-breed show dog Great Dane. Shimmery gray with a white star type chest pattern. Her left eye is brown and her right eye is blue. Her nose is thin and the perfect size for her eyes. Her ears are a natural flop over of a Great Dane. Every measurement is the perfect size of a Great Dane.
MEMBER GROUP: Mannix
AGE: 5 years old
LIKES: [Quietness] [Pampers]
DISLIKES: Loud sounds, aggressive sexes, being separated
PERSONALITY: She's a bit bland, plain, average, and quiet. Spring will keep to herself most of the time, more of a watch over outcast in any pack. Though, when she does talk, her voice would ring in every males ears of the most richest bitch voice ever known. It was a trait from her mother, she could control her large vocal box with her strong neck muscles with the way her emotions string. Her bark is even more mellifluous. It would echo through the air like sound waves of a bat's radar. It was a rare case would her voice give out, that only happens when she is stressed, angry, or ill. Since she is a very healthy, fit Great Dane, she hardly becomes ill. So her life is a bit more lighter than most dogs. Spring can be blunt sometimes, taking her own sense into matters and point out the obvious in situations - so disputes are not much of her problem.
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Pack Audition
CHARACTER NAME: Spring
AGE: 5 years old
BREED: Great Dane
PERSONALITY: [quiet][motherly][calm][sweet][authoritative]
AUDITION:
It was only dawn, the sun was shining a color the naked eye will cherish till it appears again. It is only a matter of time she will see the sun. Her grey fur will become black in the moon's silhouette. Another day has gone by; she is still alone. She speaks calmly and disappointed voice, "if only." She shakes her large head side to side and stands up with her head low. She has been laying in one spot for over 4 hours. What is wrong with her? It was only a day. Not just a day, but a short day. Where'd she come from? Does she remember? She, Spring. So polite and sympathetic she is thrown to the ground by 4,000 vile dogs snickering as she creeps away in despair. That was not her issue though, does she remember?
Her owner, so polite, leaving her behind for her own safety. As Spring believes is the truth. A tear falls from her eyes, what was the truth again? Spring will never be the same. Her life living as a pampered show dog is over, the grooming is gone, the feeling of her pulling Spring's collar to stand strait is missing, the daily diets of delicious food will no longer hit her taste buds. It was lost forever,now the question stands. Does she remember?
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Hello! My name is Suta! And I'm excited to be here. I've been roleplaying for about 1 1/2 years now. Other characters on this site belong to me are Suta. My time zone is Eastern time. And that's all you need to know about me! Oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:
The road freezes her paws as she steps down on the black ground followed by yellow parallel lines. She follows them like a trail dog, seen hunting for large rodents in the woods. Once she looks up to see the large buildings that tower her, her breathe escapes from her lungs and a gasp of amazement over takes her. It was like nothing she has ever seen. Her shaky, cried out wet eyes look at the bricks and trees and mettle fences s if it where to be a dream. Hoping that there is no one living in these terrains, she explores. Smelling the alleyways, the garbage cans, the scat on the ground, and the left over food. But the smell of death lingers in the area. She scrunches her nose in disgust. "What is that putrid smell?" She rumbles as she rolls her eyes in her head, looking for the smell. "It's everywhere!" She complains.
Suta, the white eggshell wolf, has never, EVER, been in a place that was inhabited by humanity.Unlike her tribe, the building where a new stain in her head. All she has done was follow the trail of yellow (LOL, yellow brick road) on the road and she has landed into a new world. By amazement, the smell disappears and then she shot back into reality. She hears barking in the distance, more than one bark at that. The hairs on her neck and rump raise to the tip as she stands her stance in defense. She rolls across the road ground with a sequence motion of her paws. Smelling it and keeping her eyes out at anything that makes a move.
Suta notices the cars on the road, she has seen one before from far away, but never one up close. She walks over to it, with her tense fur relaxing, and smells the tire. Then she trails up to the cockpit of where the driver sits. Suta pushes her front arms up and onto the door, where the window was agape. She looked down inside of it, and then the horrid sight and smell causes a shell shock to shoot into Suta's brain. It was a dead human. She backs away feet from the car, scrunching her nose and closing her eyes, shaking her head to remove the image.
When Suta later on found herself walking threw another alleyway, she didn't hear the barking anymore. And also caught herself off of her guard. Soon raising her fur once more to stay in her defensive position. She comes across a smell that was increasingly good smell every step she takes. So her mind skips ahead, trialing her wondering nostrils. Looking up at a window, she sees rotten meet sitting at the counter of a low building window. It was easing through the window seals. She jumps onto the edge of the window and sees a crack in the wall. That was where the strongest scent was located. She puts her nose into the crack and sticks her tongue through the whole. Only receiving the taste of delicious smell and paint from the building.
So, Suta goes without food, walking yet again, till the sun goes down. Then she hears pitter-patt of claws on the cement. She automatically raises her tail and along with her fur edges. She waits for either and attacker, or a greeter to approach Suta. Neither would she be ready for.
Suta, the white eggshell wolf, has never, EVER, been in a place that was inhabited by humanity.Unlike her tribe, the building where a new stain in her head. All she has done was follow the trail of yellow (LOL, yellow brick road) on the road and she has landed into a new world. By amazement, the smell disappears and then she shot back into reality. She hears barking in the distance, more than one bark at that. The hairs on her neck and rump raise to the tip as she stands her stance in defense. She rolls across the road ground with a sequence motion of her paws. Smelling it and keeping her eyes out at anything that makes a move.
Suta notices the cars on the road, she has seen one before from far away, but never one up close. She walks over to it, with her tense fur relaxing, and smells the tire. Then she trails up to the cockpit of where the driver sits. Suta pushes her front arms up and onto the door, where the window was agape. She looked down inside of it, and then the horrid sight and smell causes a shell shock to shoot into Suta's brain. It was a dead human. She backs away feet from the car, scrunching her nose and closing her eyes, shaking her head to remove the image.
When Suta later on found herself walking threw another alleyway, she didn't hear the barking anymore. And also caught herself off of her guard. Soon raising her fur once more to stay in her defensive position. She comes across a smell that was increasingly good smell every step she takes. So her mind skips ahead, trialing her wondering nostrils. Looking up at a window, she sees rotten meet sitting at the counter of a low building window. It was easing through the window seals. She jumps onto the edge of the window and sees a crack in the wall. That was where the strongest scent was located. She puts her nose into the crack and sticks her tongue through the whole. Only receiving the taste of delicious smell and paint from the building.
So, Suta goes without food, walking yet again, till the sun goes down. Then she hears pitter-patt of claws on the cement. She automatically raises her tail and along with her fur edges. She waits for either and attacker, or a greeter to approach Suta. Neither would she be ready for.
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I'LL HAVE TO SEND MY THOUSAND NINJAS AFTER YOU.
I'LL HAVE TO SEND MY THOUSAND NINJAS AFTER YOU.
