Fly

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FLY

Fly is joining us from Knoxville, Tennessee. this 2 1/2 year old is going to celebrate her next birthday on May 31st. she's usually very quiet, reserved, and cautious and is really quite good at herding, hunting, and healing. their problem is with her ability to trust others especially females. tsk tsk. welcome to MADNESS, hun.

full name: Fly
breed face: Border Collie/German Shepherd
member group: Farm-Pet
age: 2 1/2
likes: Herding, Hunting, Healing
dislikes: Liars, Thieves, Females

personality:

Fly although young is a very intelligent female. Being cross bred between the two smartest breeds for Canine's she is quick to learn just about anything that is taught. One lesson and Fly is off doing the task provided only better than you had done it. However, with her natural talent to pick up on things easily she is not quick to boast or brag about her intricate mind. In fact, Fly is just the opposite. More often than not, Fly is reserved in her nature. Emotions and speech being locked down within her system because of her past, forcing her to not trust others who cross her path. Fly is extremely insecure about her size and is usually found on the outskirts of her environment due to her trust issues. With time, Fly opens up into a beautiful creature.

Where she is a natural beauty, rare in it's form. Like a flower in spring the way it buds slowly over time, revealing something so much more astounding inside the ugly green petals that mark it's exterior. Fly is a kind, gentle girl who likes to help outs despite her issues and is fond of natural remedies for healing. There is an alter-ego of sorts when she is herding and hunting, an instinct for destruction and bloodlust over the creatures that roam the areas. A very bi-polar canine with a lot to gain and nothing to lose.


history:

The moon was now fading and the sun barely to rise as milky grey clouds covered the sky. That break of dawn where everything matches how you feel, contentment. The quiet hours before the rooster crows, waking the masters who lie comfortable in their beds. It was at this time, two dogs lay silent in the barn, the convent of animals gathering near to watch the miracle of birth begin. Most had been through this process before, but for the two canines lying side-by-side, it was their first. There upon the dusty wooden planks in the aisle of the barn lay a beautiful female, her coat damp and glistening upon her frame, the black and white melting together in the darkness. Heavy pants escaped from her muzzle as she groaned with pain from the labor she was in. Lifting her head to glance at her lover, she collapsed back to the floor. Her cranium making a larger thud.

In this moment, the male stood up to look the bitch over, his eyes contently watching his first litter arrive slowly but surely. Her broad features stood protectivly over the female before him as the first pup graced the earth with it's presence. "Look Dear!" His excitement could not be contained. Lowering his snout, he sniffed the pup and began to help the female out by cleaning the pups. This was not usually a job for males to do, but out here in the country. Everyone helped everyone else out. The devotion towards his mate was known around town and around the farm. "Greta, are you alright?" His voice rang out sounding off the walls. With a grunt she replied a soft no and thus pushed another from her womb. Again he helped her bathe and clean the tiny creatures that were now searching for a teat to nurse from.

Moments passed and they idolized their newest members when the female cried out. Her body shook as she tried to push the pup from her birthing canal. Failure. Her eyes glanced up at the male as she spoke, "Trig, I am afraid I can't hold on any longer." Greta spoke, her voice frail and weak. "PUSH GRETA! Stay with me!" Trig screamed, his voice loud and now noticeable around the farm. Forcible causing most of the others surround them to be frightened of his actions. For Trig was never aggressive and Greta was never weak. Greta tried once more pushing the pup further down and eventually from within. *Thud* He head slammed upon the floor, lifeless and soaked from the amounts of great labor.

Fear rushed through the males body, three newborn pups and no one to nurse. As the pups lay silent cuddled next to their dead mother, Trig began to ran towards the home of his masters. His loud obnoxious barks sounding an alarm to the two who lie sleeping. As he drew near the home, he could see the light in the master bedroom flash on and the figure of someone stand up. Trig's voice panicked as the front porch light came on and his master rushed out, wearing nothing but a shotgun. Stepping back, Trig raced towards the barn a few feet and then towards his master, and then again towards the barn this time proceeding to the entryway. He stopped, awaiting his master before rushing to the side of his fallen mate.

As the owner closed in on the barking german shepherd he flicked the light on to the barn, only to notice his prized border collie upon the ground soaked and covered in blood. As he stood there he saw from the corner of his eye that Trig was now pulling something from the hay where his milking cow was. Walking closer to the large brute he bent down to see in the shepherds mouth, a pup. Taking the infant from his jaws, he watched the dog pull another, and they repeated the process so Trig could grab the last pup. "Good Boy, Trig. Three pups. I'm sorry for your loss." He spoke to him the same a human, because he knew Trig would understand. Wrapping the pups in a blanket he took them inside, leaving Trig with his mate for the evening. In the morning, he would bury Greta.

Months passed and the three pups grew into beautiful canines: a courageous male Hex, a spirited female Mae, and the reserved Fly. They had a normal childhood in which they were raised to herd sheep and cattle, hunt pigs and chickens, and most of all protect what was most valuable to them and the farmer. That was, until he passed away leaving the pups alone with their father and his dangerous wife. One night, Trig pulled his children into the barn. Placing the youngsters right upon the spot where their mother died and spoke to them as softly and urgently as he could. "You need to leave this place, Farmer James is dead and his wife Faith is going to try and separate you by selling you off as well as this farm. Please, stick together and never forget who you are." With that Trig turned his back upon his children and left the barn. The three young canines then set off into the great unknown. If anything, they always listened, regardless if they liked it or not.

You may ask, what became of their father. After the pups left, he died silently and happily at the marked grave of his beloved mate. His purpose was now fulfilled and his time was up. The pups have been wandering since then for a place where all three would be accepted, for they only had each other from here on out. However, life in the mountains wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. Following the rule of your brother trying to be your father was miserable, Fly and Mae both knew this and at the first chance decided to break free from the grasp their brother held so tightly upon them. Fly couldn't do anything without her brother questioning all that she did, she was different and they both knew it. As Fly made plans to sneak away in the night with Mae she was stopped by her brother and Mae, who leaked the dishonesty to her brother by tricking Fly into thinking that Mae was on her side. This made Fly a mixture of emotions and bravely stood proud before them as evil stained their minds, "I will pride myself on my father's wings and may shame be ever present at your doors. I don't wish bad things, but I don't wish you well." Turning sharply on her heels, Fly began to run. If anything, she was the fastest of the three of them. They would tire long before her, giving her the leg up in the race. Like a bullet she was gone, disobeying her fathers orders and off to find adventure in the great lands of her forefathers.


Fly was a lot like her mother, strong and brave, but more like her father loyal to her companions and subjects. Overall, she was just the bee's-knees. For nearly a half a year, Fly roamed the greater north west of the United States searching for her next home. Madness slowly creeping into her veins...

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hello! my name is Fly! and i'm excited to be here. i've been roleplaying for about nearly 13 years now. other characters on this site that belong to me are not applicable. my timezone is EST. and that's all you need to know about me! oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:

Sitting upon her haunches, she pulled her back leg forwards to scratch at the collar matting her fur around her next. The damn thing was sure to fall off soon by the amount of times she would dig at it. Nothing seemed to work, it only lightened and loosened upon her neck to the point that she jingles every time she breathes. It was beginning to annoy her the constant ringing of a two metal plates banging together. It didn't mix well with the atmosphere of the north west. The quiet of the mountains, the serene lakes, it was all so pleasant until you noticed Fly. However, greatly her presence known in the wilderness was unknown, it was like trying to find Waldo. Not impossible, but harder.

Knowing tricks of the trade, Fly stayed low and attentive to everything around her for fear that someone would come along and banish her from their lands. This was all knew to her and she would give herself plenty of time to get the hang of it out here. From what she saw, she knew she liked. The moment she was released from their unloving grasps. Fly had a dislike for her sister the moment she betrayed her, it placed a sour taste in her mouth at the thought of Mae. There wasn't much to say anymore about her brother, Hex thought he could take her fathers place as Alpha. Of what, the neighbors acres! Fly snorted sharply at the thought of her brother trying to dominate wild canines, surely she would stumble across his body later down the road. Although she didn't wish harm upon them, she just wished them to fail. To crawl back to her, to worship her. A grin creased her face and she stood up to head towards the nearest brook from a lap of crisp water.

As Fly began to bound along the meadow happily, something miraculous happened. With the snap of the last strand breaking her collar fell upon the dirt with a flowing motion. Halting sharply, Fly looked down at the tangled mess of broken strands of fiber and burlap. Pieces of her tri-colored pelt lay caught in the loop holding her tags. Tossing her neck she felt the sweet release from not having that damned thing around her collar bone. The light feeling made her excited, swooping low she grasped the collar between her jaws and tore off through the meadow. Freedom and happiness before her, misery and strife behind her. It was as if a whole new German Collie was born, Fly was on a mission. Drawing near the river she rushed right off the embankment, her body reaching out for the splash of cold water upon her pelt. As she crashed into the soft rushing river she dropped the collar into the current and swam out to the other side. "You'll think me dead, and so be it!" Her voice was stern but sweet and her now refreshed body began to run again this time to dry. Her eyes straight ahead, this time searching for home.

^{this was made by THE ONLY EXCEPTION ! at caution. do not remove this or
i'll have to send my thousand ninjas after you.}