Post by AUDREY,, on Dec 20, 2007 20:12:42 GMT -5
Audrey
My name-
My age-[/color] I'm seventeen going on eighteen
How I found you-[/color] Pshaw, I created this place sucka
Swiss or American cheese?-[/color] American cheese! Swiss cheese taste like feet
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Name-[/color] Aspen
Age-[/color] Three years old
Breed-[/color] Black and Tan Coonhound x Bloodhound x Boxer x Irish Wolfhound x Dalmatian x Australian Shepherd x Malinois x Greenland Dog x Northern Inuit Dog
Gender-[/color] Male
Personality-[/color] In a few words..
-Bold
-Willing
-Trustworthy
-Fierce towards enemies
-Loyal
-Aggressive
-Tough
-Strong
-Serious
-Powerful mentally and physically
Appearance-[/color] Aspen looks exactly like a Boxer. His coat is short and it hugs his muscular, meaty body. His legs aren't the longest, but he is taller than a pure bred Boxer considering his Wolfhound blood. His pelt color is that traditional light brownish color of a Boxer's and he has a bit of white on his chest and muzzle.
I suck at appearances obviously.
Sample-[/color]
He often found himself wondering what it would be like to be in Impact's position as Alpha of the Demon Hounds, West Division. Was it tough? It must've been, though he knew Impact was a strong, good leader and he could take things with ease . . . or so he has heard. But from rival packs, he has heard terrible things about Impact that he refuses to believe, but who knows, Jack may be wrong about Impact and those rivals may be right. The only way to find out was to join the Demon Hounds, but yet Jack didn't want to. Yes his fur prickled every time he heard the Mafia's name, his teeth bore every time he smelt slightest scent of Mafian, but hating the Mafian wasn't everything. He had to have other qualities to get into the Demon Hounds, which he most likely had, but yet he felt like he didn't fit, he didn't belong, therefore, Jack was still out on the streets, rummaging in garbage cans and avoiding human contact altogether. Jack had no pack, and for some reason, had no desire to be in one, nor did he give joining any other pack besides the Demon Hounds any thought really. But this was the first time he was considering another pack, a pack that sounded worthy, a pack that rolled off of Jack's tongue like fresh meat tasted to a starving, starving dog. The Hull Clan. Perhaps he desired to be in the Hull Clan? Did he belong there? Suddenly there were honks and skidding of wheels and angry yells. Jack's head popped up, eyes widened and he lifted his docked tail as high as it could go. He was standing in the middle of the street, cars surrounding him, honking and complaining. How long was he just standing here in the middle of the road? Jack shook his skull and then charged forward, running on to the snow dusted sidewalk.
He let out a shiver as he watched the cars past, amber eyes glowing out of shock. The black and tan dog quickly ran down the sidewalk, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth. The Australian Kelpie mix didn't really appreciate the winter much, it was a bit too cold for him, I mean, he wasn't a Husky for God's sakes. Jack turned the corner and skidded on ice, eyes wide when he saw he couldn't stop himself in time. His claws dug into the ground, and thankfully, the ice ceased and he was now on concrete, hind legs almost touching the frozen water of the pool. Grunting he scrambled to straighten himself up and then let out a snort as if his mistake had never happened. He wasn't a haughty dog, just a dog that got embarrassed easily, a foolish dog at times, but yet a worthy dog as well. One thing bad about Jack was, well, he had trouble showing passion for others, for he felt like he was going to get let down, get his heart broken once more. But maybe someone special, very special, could break the ice with Jack, but if he gets his heart broken once more, be prepared for a malicious dog to take over the mellow soul.
Jack's muscles felt so stiff from this horrible cold, and as he walked to a nice spot at the side of the pool, he winced at how his body protested his actions. Now he settled down at a corner of the pool, paws hanging over the edge, claws scraping at the ice every now and then. Jack rested his head on his outstretched forelegs, his amber eyes closing slightly as he laid there comfortably. But then a big bang echoed in his ears, immediately he thought of it as a gun shot and he jumped up, fore paws pressing on the ice, causing him to slip into the frozen pool. He yelped and skidded out into the middle, eyes wide as he tried frantically to scramble to his feet, but most of the time he fell. So he stayed on his stomach and slid himself over to the edge of the pool, but before he could reach the edge, the ice cracked beneath his hind paws, suddenly he got plunged down under the terribly cold, cold water of the Outdoor pool, his mouth opened and eyes shut tightly. He swam frantically back to the surface and leaped out of the pool, shivering dangerously and hacking up water, eyes wide and fur soaking wet with icy, icy cold waters. Being out of the water was even worse, he shivered and shivered, his teeth chattered, the cold gusts of wind blew and snowflakes fell down upon his cold back. Right now he wished he hadn't come to the stupid pool, or maybe he shouldn't have reacted so foolishly to the bang, even though the source of it was unknown, it wasn't like he had gotten shot.
He stumbled far away from the pool, shivering uncontrollably, he felt weaker than ever, he might as well die. Jack didn't really have a life, so sacrificing it was really a big sacrifice. He stumbled into the snack bar as if hoping for some sort of heat but there was nothing, nothing at all except for a mere towel laying on the ground. He smiled faintly and scrabbled over to it, wiping his body down on it by rolling in it. Then he curled up on it, his teeth grabbing part of it and throwing it over his back. It wasn't much help, but it was slight protection from the freezing temperature and his cold, cold, cold body. He pressed his body covered with the white towel up against the way, unable to even think about sleep he was so friggin' cold. So he sat there, staring at the entrance of the outdoor pool, wondering if another would come, hopefully not, he didn't want anybody to see how wimpy he was.
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