Post by Ayala on Dec 20, 2008 12:45:27 GMT -5
Name: Ayala
Age: 3
Sex: Female
Breed: Native American Indian Dog
Personality:
Ayala is bold, a bit arrogant and stubborn yet has the motherly affections that most females have. She is highly proud of her skills as a fighter, and doesn't hesitate to flaunt that, and never feels the need to prove her worth to anyone other than her pack leader. However, as mentioned before, Ayala is still a female, so she does have those qualities that tend to interfere with her daily doings sometimes, but usually(as long as there aren't any of her pups or pack pups around to be harmed) that side stays dormant. She takes great pleasure in watching others squirm, and is very quick to snap down at those beneath her.
However, despite her dominant ways, she spends most her time lazing in the sun, and enjoys playing with and watching over pups.
Physical Description:
Aya has a nice thick coat that ranges in colors from black to white, tan and grey, and amber eyes that are usually focused on something or another. She has sharp ears that always stand erect atop her head, and a long fluffly tail that curls into her lower back. Being a breed that was used by Native Americans to carry their things for a long ways, Ayala has strong and powerful legs, with a strong, sturdy back and can travel for as long as needed.
*History:
Ayala was born your average stray dog. She’s never known much human contact, not that she cares; Ayala is quite contented being with her canine comrades more than humans. She left her mother and father as soon as she was able too, and has been on her own since.
*Image:
How did you find the site?: RPGC
Rp Sample:
A young Shikoku trotted through the wooded area, his head was low, as was his tail. His eyes were dark and seemed to be staring hard at something, unblinking. Something shifted in the brush, and the male stopped all movement, a paw held in mid-step, the tip of his claw just barely brushing the top of a small twig. He stayed in that same position for a while, not a single muscle moved until the doe lowered her head, her young laying curled up in the low grass.
The dog moved his foot further, so as not to step on the stick, and began moving again. He stopped when the doe raise her head, and got closer when she went back to feeding. The Shikoku could already taste the blood in his mouth as he neared, thankful that he was downwind. When he got close enough, his instincts took full control, and he hurled herself forward, the doe turning and moving at a breakneck speed, the fawn stumbling about, trying it's hardest to keep up.
Paws and hoofs pounded against the ground, the doe leaping and bounding this way and that with Aki not too far behind. His focus was not on the mother, who would be a very hearty, belly-filling, meal, but rather the fawn as it was slower, and he was only one dog; he didn't need a whole lot anyways. He could feel the angered pangs of hunger claw at his stomach, and he flinched at the sudden pain, his legs moving faster till he was just barely five feet away from the baby deer. Aki was almost there, he was so close now, so close to eating after so long.
The fear, he could practically smell the fear from the small creature as its mother bounded away faster, and inside the pure bred reeled with glee, and with a push from his powerful hind legs, Aki lept at the fawn, not quite landing on it, though his paws hitting it's hind legs, and that was all he needed. The fawn tripped and hit the ground hard, its thin legs kicking up in the air as the Shikoku dog pinned it to the ground. He wrapped his mouth around its neck and began putting force to it when a brown object charged itself at him.
The force of the other animals body slamming into his sent Akito rolling away from his meal, and made him ever so pissed once he realized that his attacker was a rival packs male. He worked too hard to have his food taken from him by scum like tha! Not caring that this dog was much bigger than himself, Akito threw his body right back at the male, and a fight ensued.
The baby deer took the chance to get back to its mother.
Age: 3
Sex: Female
Breed: Native American Indian Dog
Personality:
Ayala is bold, a bit arrogant and stubborn yet has the motherly affections that most females have. She is highly proud of her skills as a fighter, and doesn't hesitate to flaunt that, and never feels the need to prove her worth to anyone other than her pack leader. However, as mentioned before, Ayala is still a female, so she does have those qualities that tend to interfere with her daily doings sometimes, but usually(as long as there aren't any of her pups or pack pups around to be harmed) that side stays dormant. She takes great pleasure in watching others squirm, and is very quick to snap down at those beneath her.
However, despite her dominant ways, she spends most her time lazing in the sun, and enjoys playing with and watching over pups.
Physical Description:
Aya has a nice thick coat that ranges in colors from black to white, tan and grey, and amber eyes that are usually focused on something or another. She has sharp ears that always stand erect atop her head, and a long fluffly tail that curls into her lower back. Being a breed that was used by Native Americans to carry their things for a long ways, Ayala has strong and powerful legs, with a strong, sturdy back and can travel for as long as needed.
*History:
Ayala was born your average stray dog. She’s never known much human contact, not that she cares; Ayala is quite contented being with her canine comrades more than humans. She left her mother and father as soon as she was able too, and has been on her own since.
*Image:
How did you find the site?: RPGC
Rp Sample:
A young Shikoku trotted through the wooded area, his head was low, as was his tail. His eyes were dark and seemed to be staring hard at something, unblinking. Something shifted in the brush, and the male stopped all movement, a paw held in mid-step, the tip of his claw just barely brushing the top of a small twig. He stayed in that same position for a while, not a single muscle moved until the doe lowered her head, her young laying curled up in the low grass.
The dog moved his foot further, so as not to step on the stick, and began moving again. He stopped when the doe raise her head, and got closer when she went back to feeding. The Shikoku could already taste the blood in his mouth as he neared, thankful that he was downwind. When he got close enough, his instincts took full control, and he hurled herself forward, the doe turning and moving at a breakneck speed, the fawn stumbling about, trying it's hardest to keep up.
Paws and hoofs pounded against the ground, the doe leaping and bounding this way and that with Aki not too far behind. His focus was not on the mother, who would be a very hearty, belly-filling, meal, but rather the fawn as it was slower, and he was only one dog; he didn't need a whole lot anyways. He could feel the angered pangs of hunger claw at his stomach, and he flinched at the sudden pain, his legs moving faster till he was just barely five feet away from the baby deer. Aki was almost there, he was so close now, so close to eating after so long.
The fear, he could practically smell the fear from the small creature as its mother bounded away faster, and inside the pure bred reeled with glee, and with a push from his powerful hind legs, Aki lept at the fawn, not quite landing on it, though his paws hitting it's hind legs, and that was all he needed. The fawn tripped and hit the ground hard, its thin legs kicking up in the air as the Shikoku dog pinned it to the ground. He wrapped his mouth around its neck and began putting force to it when a brown object charged itself at him.
The force of the other animals body slamming into his sent Akito rolling away from his meal, and made him ever so pissed once he realized that his attacker was a rival packs male. He worked too hard to have his food taken from him by scum like tha! Not caring that this dog was much bigger than himself, Akito threw his body right back at the male, and a fight ensued.
The baby deer took the chance to get back to its mother.
