Post by ! LEXAKAE on Dec 21, 2007 19:16:43 GMT -5
i am lexakae.
i'm fourteen years old.
i found this site through audrey.
i love the site so far.
american cheese.
we are one, we are NAZI
" ABSOLUTE POWER CORRUPTS ABSOLUTELY "
» three years
» basenji x american staffordshire terrier x boxer x canaan dog x rottweiler x german shepherd
» brute
» nazi is a hateful bastard, he only strives for power more so then anything else. he is one that is born to leader, but when given the chance he always steers it in the wrong direction. he is very hypocritical and will give attitude, but will never accept it from another dog. when given power, he would use it to destroy others that disagreed with him - one of his biggest pet peeves is being debated against - and would use it to his own use. the only other dogs he would ever have even the softest place for in his heart is females. nazi is undoubtedly a huge sucker for femmes and is quite the ladies man. but with this, he is very picky of femmes. and to those that he does not like he is crude and cold-hearted towards - along with all dogs that haven't gained his respect. in battle, nazi is very skillful and makes a wonderful war commander. also, nazi is cannibalistic in ways that he'd enjoy eatingthe flesh of those he has killed. and nazi also holds the horrible disorder of being bipolar - which means he has very major mood swings and is hyper sensitive even though he gets mad to more things then he does sad.
» nazi is a sturdy canine, built well with rippling muscles and a medium-stance. his pelt is a very strong and unique brindle that covers him head to toe excluding the white streak down his lower chest and continued onto his stomach. he looks a lot like a regular basenji, except with the muscle of a well-built boxer, the tail of staffordshire terrier, and the bloodstained jaws of a rottweiler. a stunning feature of this brute is his almost black eyes, they don't exactly stand out, but if one was the carefully look within them, they would find a melting pool of emotions and thoughts - that is, if one was stupid enough to try this.
»Useless fools. That's simply what the bitch told herself at every glance she shared with another canine. None seemed to really look like her, which didn't exactly disturb her but she didn't like drawing attention to herself. Unnecessary conversation - that's what that was. Her brown eyes drew along the forms of other canines that were talking to Betas and Alphas. Why did they all collect here? Why was she even here? Oh yes, she had come from that wretched town up north in search for possible better life. A bad reputation had plagued her in her last living enviroment. Too many bodies had gone unhidden, and too many snipings had been given to all the wrong dogs. Now she was here, in what appeared to be a junkyard. Honestly, she could've cared less where the hell she was - as long as she was away from that place.
"Excuse me, would you like to.." Her head sharply turned at the voice of another that had seemed to be trailing behind her purebred form - as if she really cared whether or not she was dealing with mutts. "No." Paradox retorted promptly in a deep gravely voice, as soon as the one necessary word was said, she turned herself around again and continued on until she would find a somewhat solitary enviroment. Yes, she was tired and did feel the need to take a short nap, she had beenon a long trip from the dear countryside to this joint. What appeared to be a city run by dogs, because there were so many of them. And obviously they had detached themselves into gangs and packs. It was odd seeing this, compared to where she was before when it was just basically a large hierachy that seperated the lowlifes from the brutal killers who ran the place.
Now, Paradox was here. She was ready to conquer what she could with her tank-like build. At this point she was not sure what to do with her visitation here. Para wasn't sure whether she should join a pack in hopes of gaining high rank, or whether she should go and challenge another alpha, or just stay as a lowly loner who would occasionally run in random dogs that she would either befriend or hate. Despite the fact that she did not comply to other's rulings well and that she never exactly got along well with anyone. Never had this Lapphund gained a true friend before, thinking that they were always backstabbers and would only use you until they gained satisfactory with their doings.
Turning a corner on the curvy dirt road that ran through the trashed yard, she finally spotted a place of solitude. No one seemed to be haunting the small area, and there was an open car door with a seat that was practically calling for her. Glancing around in a swift manner before she bounded off to the backseat. Nostrils scented along the aroma of the car, still traces of human forms from the day that the car still ran. Para's well ignored tassle shook slightly but she halted it, seeing tail wagging as a defiant and immature action to be taking on - especially a dog her age, being full grown and around three or so, she could no longer be acting like a whelp. Mildly tawny harks were perked forward as she interrogated the vehicle, searching for the possibly traces of food. What's a good nap without a short snack before?
