Post by willow on Nov 23, 2005 20:24:41 GMT -5
Name: Spitz
Age: Four Years
Breed: Coydog
Gender: Male
Discription: Having the small lithe frame of a coyote, Spitz is extremely quick on his feet. His colors are that of a calico cat, but there is little white. His main coat color is a brindle. His eyes are an icy blue, and they are often put in a cold look.
www.kolumbus.fi/sari.alanko/images/rekikoirat06.jpg
Personality:If you ran into Spitz on the street, you would have het the equivelant to a hyperactive fuzzball. Although he has calmed down quite a bit since he was a puppy, he still can chase his tail for hours on end. Most of the time, his mood revolves around what gender her is hanging around. For the faes, he puts on a show of how big and bad he is. He's a real laidies man. Around the guys, he likes to roughhouse, or fight, depending on the day and type of male.
History:Spitz was part of a sled dog team, claiming all the dogs harnessed were purebred. He wasn't, his owners hated him. They beat him, and starved him, but they kept him for he was a good runner. When one of their prize pregnant doges went into heat, they were thrilled and started planning who to breed her with. When they finally decided, she was already pregnate, and guess who was the father. They were infuriated at the results of the litter, mutts, they called them. They dumped Spitz off in the middle of nowhere, and they killed his pups. Spitz was happy to hang up his harness in exchange for freedom, but he will never forget his pups and what the humans did to them.
RP sample:
Age: Four Years
Breed: Coydog
Gender: Male
Discription: Having the small lithe frame of a coyote, Spitz is extremely quick on his feet. His colors are that of a calico cat, but there is little white. His main coat color is a brindle. His eyes are an icy blue, and they are often put in a cold look.
www.kolumbus.fi/sari.alanko/images/rekikoirat06.jpg
Personality:If you ran into Spitz on the street, you would have het the equivelant to a hyperactive fuzzball. Although he has calmed down quite a bit since he was a puppy, he still can chase his tail for hours on end. Most of the time, his mood revolves around what gender her is hanging around. For the faes, he puts on a show of how big and bad he is. He's a real laidies man. Around the guys, he likes to roughhouse, or fight, depending on the day and type of male.
History:Spitz was part of a sled dog team, claiming all the dogs harnessed were purebred. He wasn't, his owners hated him. They beat him, and starved him, but they kept him for he was a good runner. When one of their prize pregnant doges went into heat, they were thrilled and started planning who to breed her with. When they finally decided, she was already pregnate, and guess who was the father. They were infuriated at the results of the litter, mutts, they called them. They dumped Spitz off in the middle of nowhere, and they killed his pups. Spitz was happy to hang up his harness in exchange for freedom, but he will never forget his pups and what the humans did to them.
RP sample:
Oh Spitz, you fool. He took in her words, and his dumb grin grew. He chuckled darkly, as his lamps glowed an icy white. His paws, burning with the heat of the ground, began to move, as to releive the hard pads from the flare. He began to circle the fae once again, but he still gave her space. This Alpha didn't want this female to blow up in his face. His steps stopped in a shadow, to help stop the pain in his mitts. Sighing, the Alaskan Husky mix sunk onto his haunches, then he slumped in a laying position.
You see, Gal, you're only partly right. You're too pretty for me to own, no matter how much I want you. He said, throwing the femme a wink. And two, you'd have to be an Alpha to own these lands - more than a packmember, anyway.
Spitz's maw parted, as his salmon tounge poked out of his jaws. It was terribly warm, and having a thick coat wasn't making is mood any better... He had grown up where it was cold, so he could handle winter. It was just summer he couldn't grasp, and he was often cranky during the heated months.
As a slight breeze blew past his nose, it found a falmiliar scent- Danni. The Alpha barely suppresed a snarl, his stance was noticably more tense. He did not want that filth here, he did not want that scum alive. He slowly rose to his feet, as his hackles raised slightly. Spitz turned his gaze to the brute watching over him and Gal.
That male seemed to be drawn to the new packmember, as the Alaskan Husky mix was. But this brute would not have some golden 'killer' take his quarry away from him. Sptiz advanced to the Inn slowly, a growl bottled up in his throat that would explode out once he got nearer to the intruder.
His fangs were bared slightly, and the bull dribbled slightly. He had remembered this feeling from his fight with Scooby- the former leader of the Helllion Hounds. Witchcraft had called it 'blood lust', and his teacher wanted him to worship that feeling, and Spitz shivered.
Witchcraft- that rabid pregnant dog that was his toutor once. She had tried to teach him the art of murder, but the Husky just did not want to foucus on death. He had regretted leaving her school during his tango with the former leader, the Great Dane had prooved to be a hard fighter.
You see, Gal, you're only partly right. You're too pretty for me to own, no matter how much I want you. He said, throwing the femme a wink. And two, you'd have to be an Alpha to own these lands - more than a packmember, anyway.
Spitz's maw parted, as his salmon tounge poked out of his jaws. It was terribly warm, and having a thick coat wasn't making is mood any better... He had grown up where it was cold, so he could handle winter. It was just summer he couldn't grasp, and he was often cranky during the heated months.
As a slight breeze blew past his nose, it found a falmiliar scent- Danni. The Alpha barely suppresed a snarl, his stance was noticably more tense. He did not want that filth here, he did not want that scum alive. He slowly rose to his feet, as his hackles raised slightly. Spitz turned his gaze to the brute watching over him and Gal.
That male seemed to be drawn to the new packmember, as the Alaskan Husky mix was. But this brute would not have some golden 'killer' take his quarry away from him. Sptiz advanced to the Inn slowly, a growl bottled up in his throat that would explode out once he got nearer to the intruder.
His fangs were bared slightly, and the bull dribbled slightly. He had remembered this feeling from his fight with Scooby- the former leader of the Helllion Hounds. Witchcraft had called it 'blood lust', and his teacher wanted him to worship that feeling, and Spitz shivered.
Witchcraft- that rabid pregnant dog that was his toutor once. She had tried to teach him the art of murder, but the Husky just did not want to foucus on death. He had regretted leaving her school during his tango with the former leader, the Great Dane had prooved to be a hard fighter.