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Post by <{Txep}> on Aug 8, 2013 6:13:28 GMT -8
Dead Bite Bitches: Hadya
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[b] Pigskin:[/b]Description.
[b]Been to Hell:[/b] Personality
[b]Comin in Hot:[/b] Family
[b]Dead in Ditches:[/b] History
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Post by <{Txep}> on Aug 8, 2013 6:18:50 GMT -8
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THANKYOU DARKMOON Five. Female. Arabian Wolf. Bisexual. Xarthen. 22.5 inches. 33 pounds
Pigskin:Hadya is a very slim and skinny gal, but that only goes with her species of wolf. Adorning the normal agouti red grey color scheme just a few shades lighter and perhaps a touch more of reddish brown than the normal western cousins. Her face was actually quite pale with a light fawn brown, with sleek short fur emphasizing her large golden-orange piercing eyes. Even more noticeable was her awkwardly large triangular ears, giving her a bat-like look to her features, it was her subspecies way of cooling off in the hot desert summers.
Her petite lithe frame is very much a similar anorexic look like a jackal, specially in the summer when her pelt is hardly two inches long. Yet no matter what her entire back and neck hold the full lengthed fur as her sides and face shed everything once the heat of spring kicks in. By fall she'll fluff up with thick layers of fur that will make her look almost like a smaller version of the typical grey wolf heritage. She's a rather odd spectacle to envision, yet she has a very beautiful elegance to her.
Hadya is the idea of what speed packed with a punch means. Though lean and nimble she's naturally strong with sharp agility and quick feet. As a bullet of speed and acute precision when in hot pursuit of her prey, she can dodge flailing hooves and thrashing horns with ease of a spring of the paws to safety. Frankly she has no where near the strength of her fellow lupines but she makes it up in being able to easily out run them for speed and endurance. As well she can last days longer without water.
Over all she sizes up to only a 22&1/2 inches at the shoulders at about 33 pounds. She'll seem like a puppy to the rest. .
Been to Hell: Nothing to extravagant with her, she can perceive herself as dainty sweet and cheery, yet others she's a complete thorn in your side. Hadya is one to prefer being alone and away from others, yet likes the safety of a group. She's had a life of being a loner and had a life of family. She knows the part of leader and follower. She doesn't favor one over the other, she's responsible enough to take control of a situation to being able to respect another's greater knowledge and letting them take lead.
Having lost everything she cares about she's iffy on finding a mate again, and as for puppies, that subject will break her heart. Most likely she'll snap in your face and run off. Deep down she desires a family again, but the pain that the thought brings up is so strong she can hardly stand the sight of puppies or a couple in love. She fears she'll end up alone in the end and is not looking forward to it.
On a more basic thought, she tries to concentrate on the present and what needs to be done in the current situations. If she must take orders she will, she likes to have the job of a runner and scout, messenger even means she can carry the message quicker than most. When it comes to hunting she can take down medium to small kills easily, a moose calf and down is about her best to handle, anything bigger she can only nibble the heels in hope of not being smothered by hoof.
Quiet around others she won't speak unless spoken to, to truth she actually has some decent wisdom if someone comes to her with a problem to get off their chest. Once in awhile she'll go out of her way to ask a sad soul what is wrong, but she'd rather they reach out for help so she doesn't bother someone who's in a fowl mood that'd snap her head off. Hadya will stand up when she needs to and back down if such situation is too great for her to handle, her life is mostly important to her and doesn't entirely want to just fling it on the line like she has another to spare.
OH. One more thing. She despises man-kind and their pets. After all being used as a hunting decoy for hounds and wolf-hunting breeds. She's out to butcher and dog she can manage to mangle. When a measly mutt gets around her, red encloses on her vision and she just wants to shred them for what they're species had done to her. Yet she'll know when a mutt is to massive for her to handle, even then she'll test their game of wits till their to confused to know the difference between their paw to their tail.
Dead in Ditches: Hadya was born to a normal wild pack of Arabic wolves, growing up and staying in her family pack till she was two. Then setting off to find a bachelor male to make a family of her own with, becoming mates they had successfully brought four puppies of their own to the world. Everything seemed to be going normal and just dandy, their pups were growing fast without much problems. Hunting was bountiful by the small oasis they found to bunker down near in the desert they lived in. It was rare either Hadya or her mate came home without a meal to feed the children, even during the winter months things seemed to be going just swell.
It was nearing the time her pup were edges a year old, she came into estrus again and once again her mate graciously blesses her with another successful breeding. Their first litter stayed to learn their hunting skills. It was while they were out on their first hunt, everyone Hadya leading it to take down a small gazelle, did turmoil hit. In the midst of the chase they were ambushed by hunters and poachers. Hadya witness few of her children killed before she was hit with a dart and her world went to darkness.
Unknowingly the group of surviving from their small pack were shipped to foreign lands. They woke up into a small cage that had only door on it that lead to a vast huge wildlife cage. They'd been captured to be used as hunting decoys for hunting dogs. Apparently wolf populations were growing and humans needed a way to train their dogs to track and take down wolves. Means they were a smaller subspecies of the grey wolf, Hadya's family had been chosen to be chew-toys for the measly mutts. Prodded with cattle-prods out of the cages through the small doors, Hadya and her family were forced to run through the bigger cage through forest like terrain.
Till a certain amount of time was given and the hounds were released to chase them down to catch them down. Frankly there was a couple of dogs that loved the taste of blood so instead of trapping and cornering the arabic wolves, they attacked and killed them. The first to fall prey to these brutes were Hadya's first litter, or what was left. Her mate was ganged up on when he went to protect their last pup being attacked. The dogs were merciless and the humans didn't care.
Hadya shown to be the only one to avoid and evade the dogs till the training secession was done. Then always hit with a tranquilizer dart to catch her. In time other arabic wolves were brought in to the same impending doom as the others before them. When the Humans woke up to Hadya having puppies, they took them away from her and tossed them to their hunting dogs as treats while they were still alive. The sound of her puppies crying screams will always haunt her to this day.
From there that broke her, making her desperate to escape or end her life. In the next training secession she lost all her senses. A young two year old blood hound was on her trail as the rest of the dogs were clobbering the other wolves. Hadya ran this hound in circles, figure eights, and squares, and when he was confused by her crossing her scent pattern over and over. She sprung out of her nook of hiding and attack him, shredding his legs so they were useless, using her speed and agility to escape his chomps of death. Then with a spurt of immense speed and power, clashed into him shredding his neck, ripping his throat apart. Killing him.
By now the other dogs were tracking her, she took off heading for the farthest fence of the enclosure. Building up all her strength and speed, right as the goons were closing in on her. Hadya gained the inertia to jump half way up the chain-link fence and climb the rest of the way up. She struggled through the barbwire at the top and fell to the ground as she did so. Spraining her paw she was lucky to get away before the humans realized what had happened.
Hadya ran for freedom in this foreign land that was the opposite of any desert she had grown up knowing in her life.
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Post by <{Txep}> on Aug 9, 2013 11:23:51 GMT -8
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HONEY DEW DIVINE ~ FEMALE ~ THREE ~ GERMAN SHEPHERD ~ LONER
Pigskin:
To be honest she's not the most out of normal in physical appearance for a GSD, quite usual actually. Ranging in about 25 inches tall and 70 pounds on a good day. Honey is of the paler sort with mostly a lush thick coat of honey gold tone adorning the majority of her sleek bodice. There's almost a cream white partial belt behind each elbow and shoulder that fade off before they'd meet at her withers. A full ebonite saddle reaching across her whole back, licking down over half her rib cage on either side to narrowing off on her neck and tail. Only faint sooty black and honey fur mesh over the peak of her skull, a more defined black diamond in the middle of her forehead that's framed by two dark ears.
Onto Honey's adorable facade that's framed in the thick golden color of honey, her entire muzzle is black in which loop up to encircle her large dark chocolate orbs. The sooty gold color pools down between her eyes, separating them and defining them even better, just at the bridge of her nose does it fade to black. Honey's large melted chocolate gaze as the gateway to her soul, so vivid do they portray her every emotion, it's like a death dwelling pit when she's sad to being the firelight in the night when she's happy. Honey's eyes are what make or break her.
Accommodating These expressive mahogany orbs is her rather expressive smile, black/pink hums to frame her perfectly pink tongue, her mouth is the silver lining to her expressions. She can smile from ear to ear, grin deviously during play, to frowning in fear, or pursed shut when confused. There's an ecstatic look about her facade that could melt another's soul no matter how cold hearted and cruel they are.
With a few more minor details left, her tail only a sooty black/gold till the tip is fully dipped in black. Of which her tail does not go straight and never will. Its curled to the right from always sitting on it as a puppy, and when she actually does hold it in the air it's curled like a half moon across her back, never going straight.
Over all her fur is plush and grainy, but not coarse and overly thick, it poofs out quite alot in which hides her more thin bony figure. Honey adorns the more malnourished physic just because that's how she was forced to live, never given enough food and water will make the body develop poorly. Gratefully her coat covers most of it, she naturally has a high metabolism that's it's very unlikely she'll ever be very fatty at all in her life.
Been to Hell: Where to start with this little girl. She's spunky, fun and energetic, yet easily frightened scarred and flightful. Honey has been a very sheltered pup so half her life so far she has been cooped up in a make-shift kennel in a cattle barn stuck with another dog. She never had a real puppy experience so she has alot of pent up energy and mentality of a puppy.
With being so sheltered, loud and strange noises scare her easily and she's known to run off. she'll only come back when she feels like it is safe otherwise someone will have to go searching for her. On another note, she feeds off of another's emotions and reactions. If someone else is afraid and anxious during a thunderstrom, she will become like so as well. If one is being bold and barking at another she will copy them and act like them. Not fully understanding it, but it's like a delayed learning experience from what she should have had as a puppy. She's now experiencing how other dogs actually act in natural lives and why they roll and play or how to test another's dominance.
Once she mellows out and she gets use to someone, she'll loosen up and begin to play, probably to the annoying extent, but she will test them. Honey loves to act dominant and play fight, stealing the top dogs toys or bones she gets a kick out of. It always entails in a game of chase and that's her favorite thing. Normally she'll drop the object before they get too pissed, but she'll always try for it again. Otherwise she just start rough housing till the individual actually begins to play. When she's around those she's use to she's rather fun and open.
High anxiety is a big thing on her though, which feeds her flightiness when fearful. Hates crowds and gets so nervous she will have an accident. When over exposed to things she isn't used to in big amounts she will stop eating or drinking. She's a pacer in theses situations and tries to find a way out or a place to hide. She has never had the nerve to attack when scared she only tries to find a way to escape, unless one actually harms her, she'll then attempt to distract them with a nip perhaps to find an opening to run.
Over all though she is a sweet heart with hardship. Just take it slow and easy and she'll come around. She still has alot of learning to do in this world.
Comin in Hot: unknown
Dead in Ditches:
Honey was born out of an accidental breeding from a kennel that the owners were gone at shows while their dog sitter was naive enough to think one dog was lonely and so she let a female join the male. So to say the owners were not happy but what could they do. The puppies were born and as soon as they were wean-able they were separated if they hadn't been sold and put into the kennels in a barn. They had to many dogs so they doubled up what dogs they could. Means she was too young they threw her in with her uncle. This whole thing was traumatizing to her.
After a time the owners began to neglect taking care of the dogs, becoming pour and burdened with health problems, but to proud to submit the dogs to a shelter. They just let the dogs starve, sleep in their own filth and even just die in the barn. perhaps every four days get scraps of food or water. It was disgusting and grotesque, all the dogs were pathetic looking and almost helpless by the time a person came by and reported the neglect and abuse happening. The person took pitty upon Honey and took her for themselves as the rest were submitted to rescue shelters. It's unknown whom all lived and who didn't.
With her new owner was a new experience in life. Honey gained three pack mates, Major her half brother, Chaos a seven year old female, and Roz the 15 year old grandmother of Chaos. This is where Honey's rehabilitation started and went great. The human took great care of her, spoiling her with love and affection, bringing the dog out of her shell and giving her the best life possible. A year or so passed and she was to full health and happier than ever being able to play with Major and Chaos as she pleased, Honey LOVED to get on her brother's nerves and toy with him means he thought he was Alpha out of them. Honey was in pure bliss.
It kinda got sad though. Her human's sister left to college and took Major and Chaos with her, while just leaving Roz, of whom was no fun to play with. Though Honey's human became more active with her to keep her company and well excersized it wasn't the same without Major to play with. Honey lived with it though, she gained a stronger bond with her human and enjoyed every moment with her.
But disaster hit. Tornado's began to plague their home. It wasn't long they were using the basement of the house like a bombshelter against the Tornados. It wasn't terrible at first. perhaps just one every two or three weeks. Than heavy rainstorms began and the tornado's became worse and more constant, up to three or four a week. It was during a tornado that hit 100+ mphs of winds. The whole family went to the deepest parts of the basement under the stairs, it was the safest place they could get to and find. A direct hit on the house. It was torn off of the basement so easily it was like ripping a piece of paper in two. The family and Honey's girl held close and huddled the animals that were left in the corner of their cubby-hole under the stairs. It wasn't enough though, the winds were too strong and ripped the humans away leaving the animals alone. Roz panicked and stepped out to early before the tornado was gone and was swooped up herself. Honey did get yanked out of her hiding corner but got stopped by being wedged between the stair railing and cement wall.
Honey wasn't about to get free till the tornado was gone and rains came making it easier for her to slip out from being wedged. Her sides were bruised on both sides with cracked ribs for sure. She was in such shock from all the loss, only other thing to survive was one of the cats that fled as soon as rain was done. But the whole family was dead and scattered. All of them were hopelessly dead. Honey wept for a long time laying next to her human till the stench of the dead body got to strong. So thus Honey was forced to leave and try to find a new home. Taking with her a softball that her human had taught her how to play fetch with, she'd always hold this item dear to her
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