Post by antago on Feb 13, 2006 7:42:10 GMT -5
Name:Antago
Age: only 3 summers
Breed: Wolf x Husky (wolf hybrid) is my bloodlines
Gender: Female i was placed
Description: Antago is a Slim, graceful dog. Her pelt is Tan on the back of my neck and on the front, there is a Grey pattern The Rest of my body is tan except for my back My Back has a Grey pattern as well, stretching down to my tail and down to my Bellie. my voids (eyes) that gaze at you are hued Yellow
Personality: I am a Brave, intelligent canine. I am also Shy in some cases and i Truly HATE humans Though to friends, i can be a kind being of hope and determination Though To ones i don't know, i can be shy, timid and snappy Remember I am a great Allie, but an even greater Enemy.
History: Only Time will unfold the murderous events that had taken place over her life time.
RP sample: Hushed clouds dragged across the eerie sky like erasers, attempting to block the horrid events that had taken place only hours before. Humans crowded the streets, conversing in hushed tones. A yellow line could not be crossed. It stretched across the walk looming in their faces. Words sprawled out across its face, a notification, a sign, a worry. Though Beings of different raises couldn't possibly make out the type. Black voids (eyes) lead the femmora (female) away from the scene, she was confusion. She was alone. Backing away from the cursed, hated, humans, she took off again. Red and Blue lights flashed menacingly in her eyes as she fled the scene, the scene where a rumpled mess lay, where They sat around waiting. Antago's padders mashed against the sidewalk, creating a padpadpatter sound amounts the gravel. She fled. Away, away. I want to go away. Were the words that yelled themselves out to her crania(head). Back to the present. Snow flecked her tan and Grey coat, creating an ivory among all else. Tan Audios (ears)Pricked up, netting each sound into her web of noises. The crowds Grey slim where she walked, a human or two would pass her by. Though even was their crunching feet fell close to her bodice, she bristled. Her hackles rose with immense hatred. Her Plumage (tail) rose, dominance flowing easily through her veins. The femmora was part wolf, it was true. Her ancestors roamed freely among the tundra's vastness or the wood's coverage. Oh how she could be like them. How she could be free. A stray from the world of candids. She began to strut away openly. Though always looking, always searching, always wondering, always waiting. Her sniffer dove into the pile of frozen rain, wishing that there was another canidid's scent around her. She gave a frustrated whimper. As if she had roared, a small couple who had been walking on the twin side of the road stop, turned on their heel, and gazed at her.
Oh Mark, Look at that cute little puppy! The female said, waving her hands in an exaggeration.
Yes dear, the poor dog's a stray. The male whispered, making eye contact with Antago.
Nuh-huh, no! NO! Antago stiffened as she bristled, her hackles rising furiously. Who were they to prove their dominance to her? She growled, spitting upon the earth of which she stood. The couple waltzed off quickly, mumbling unpleasant thing to each other. and Pound was one of them. The pound? the POUND? A if this life wasn't worse enough already. Chain lifting, the femmora bounded away, like a fearsome cat pouncing upon prey, like a typhoon, greeting the land with its mighty force. The shadows soothed her as she trotted on. As if this life wasn't horrible enough already.
Hey! I want some Dog Cookies! How come the dogs get
so lucky? Huh?
Her Pic:
[/center]Age: only 3 summers
Breed: Wolf x Husky (wolf hybrid) is my bloodlines
Gender: Female i was placed
Description: Antago is a Slim, graceful dog. Her pelt is Tan on the back of my neck and on the front, there is a Grey pattern The Rest of my body is tan except for my back My Back has a Grey pattern as well, stretching down to my tail and down to my Bellie. my voids (eyes) that gaze at you are hued Yellow
Personality: I am a Brave, intelligent canine. I am also Shy in some cases and i Truly HATE humans Though to friends, i can be a kind being of hope and determination Though To ones i don't know, i can be shy, timid and snappy Remember I am a great Allie, but an even greater Enemy.
History: Only Time will unfold the murderous events that had taken place over her life time.
RP sample: Hushed clouds dragged across the eerie sky like erasers, attempting to block the horrid events that had taken place only hours before. Humans crowded the streets, conversing in hushed tones. A yellow line could not be crossed. It stretched across the walk looming in their faces. Words sprawled out across its face, a notification, a sign, a worry. Though Beings of different raises couldn't possibly make out the type. Black voids (eyes) lead the femmora (female) away from the scene, she was confusion. She was alone. Backing away from the cursed, hated, humans, she took off again. Red and Blue lights flashed menacingly in her eyes as she fled the scene, the scene where a rumpled mess lay, where They sat around waiting. Antago's padders mashed against the sidewalk, creating a padpadpatter sound amounts the gravel. She fled. Away, away. I want to go away. Were the words that yelled themselves out to her crania(head). Back to the present. Snow flecked her tan and Grey coat, creating an ivory among all else. Tan Audios (ears)Pricked up, netting each sound into her web of noises. The crowds Grey slim where she walked, a human or two would pass her by. Though even was their crunching feet fell close to her bodice, she bristled. Her hackles rose with immense hatred. Her Plumage (tail) rose, dominance flowing easily through her veins. The femmora was part wolf, it was true. Her ancestors roamed freely among the tundra's vastness or the wood's coverage. Oh how she could be like them. How she could be free. A stray from the world of candids. She began to strut away openly. Though always looking, always searching, always wondering, always waiting. Her sniffer dove into the pile of frozen rain, wishing that there was another canidid's scent around her. She gave a frustrated whimper. As if she had roared, a small couple who had been walking on the twin side of the road stop, turned on their heel, and gazed at her.
Oh Mark, Look at that cute little puppy! The female said, waving her hands in an exaggeration.
Yes dear, the poor dog's a stray. The male whispered, making eye contact with Antago.
Nuh-huh, no! NO! Antago stiffened as she bristled, her hackles rising furiously. Who were they to prove their dominance to her? She growled, spitting upon the earth of which she stood. The couple waltzed off quickly, mumbling unpleasant thing to each other. and Pound was one of them. The pound? the POUND? A if this life wasn't worse enough already. Chain lifting, the femmora bounded away, like a fearsome cat pouncing upon prey, like a typhoon, greeting the land with its mighty force. The shadows soothed her as she trotted on. As if this life wasn't horrible enough already.
Hey! I want some Dog Cookies! How come the dogs get
so lucky? Huh?
Her Pic: