Post by Vindictive on Dec 2, 2012 21:58:19 GMT -7
- - - - nickname(s), merie is most common
- - - - gender, female
- - - - age, three years
- - - - breed, great pyr
- - - - sexuality, hetero
- - - - allegiance, a beast from the east
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- - - - fur, off-white
- - - - build, lean
- - - - distinguishing marks, none
- - - - height, 31 inches at the shoulder
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she is also very out-going and loves to just drop everything and run away. she is a huge player and ends up with many puppies running around the city, though she takes care of each and everyone because she couldn't stand to let them die whether she can remember their father or not.
as for real crushes, she is a little odd about them. if she has you in her sights, she will shove you around, push you down, and be very rude to you all the time, but makes sure to make some nice gestures to make sure you are paying attention.
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- - - - mother's name, nanook
- - - - siblings, too many to name
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after a long time of trying to get the dog ether to france, or a visa to live in america, they left little chimere and headed back to france when a dear family member fell terribly ill. chimere was left on her own, fending for herself for a year and a half before deciding to start a gang, make connections, may be settle down.
but, that is just not how chimere is. she couldn't find the right guy at that age. once the pack started to form, and as she got older, she started making more decisions for herself, and worked out the kinks in her personality that needed to be fixed before she could become the proper mate and alpha.
so, here chimere is. hiding out in the subway with a few stray dogs aiming to grow larger then the 'west side' whom just recently discovered. her plans are loose but she is working to make them tighter and lay down the law with her pack before anything gets out of hand.[/ul][/ul]
Lifting his chin a little, the Beauceron continued forwards. As he grew more comfortable, his speed started to pick up into a lazy trot, though he was fully aware of his surroundings. As voices vibrated the air near his perked black ears, they flicked, making his step falter a little.
Pausing, Paracord looked around. His black head swung around, brown eyes sweeping the area before him in a quick motion but paused upon one empty home. It looked suspicious to him, though he had no reasons to back up his opinion, he held his gaze as he started to walk again.
As Para took a few steps, his gaze trained on the more rounded metal home, he ran into some wood leaning up against some empty tin cans. Luckily, Beaucerons are tall. So, he merely stumbling forwards but had enough time to catch himself. His claws scratched the first layer of wood that he was standing on, making that scratching sound echo through the homes.
His ears shot straight up, picking up any sounds, and there certainly were some. ”Show yourself. If you are of ill intentions, you best prepare for a nasty fight.” Paracord, of all dogs, is not one to pick a fight. Keeping his maw shut, he stood up straight. Whatever this was, he was to face it. Though, he did have to find where it came from ...
Paracord let out a long breath, his lungs squeezing inside him as he forced the air out but felt that relieved feeling when air whooshed through his wind pipe and blew them up like a balloon. Looking down at the cans and scratched up wood, he carefully picked his way around them to continue down this dirt path he some how managed to find.
As his thoughts flew back to the voice, the Beauceron's ears laid back a little. Since he was big enough, just a simple gesture such as that made him look pretty fierce but that was the last look he was going for. All he needed was a look of determination and a nice guard to keep him in check from time to time, which was in place when need be.
As Para worked his breath into a steady tempo, he watched for any signs of life. Once his mind was moved from getting his breathing to be quiet and steady, he could focus on finding whoever had spoken. Spotting one of those weird metal home things with a bend - in - at - the - corner door, he had a reason to be suspicious. The others ether had no door, or a whole door with may be a hole for the rats to get in but this hole was much bigger.
Narrowing his eyes a little, Paracord walked closer, lowering his head below his shoulders to watch. As a white head poked out from the corner, Paracord jumped out of his skin. "AH!" He shouted, startled. Snapping back into his guard, he growled, his lips threatening to pull back, but for now they only showed where the sharp tips interlocked between one another.[/ul][/ul]
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