SOLD TO DHOLE ON 6/14/20
Sly, Charming, Flirt, Troublemaker, Drifter, Silver Tongue
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Favorite Things: Pizza, being clean, martial arts and combat training, chess, being close to the ones he loves
History, as told by Orion:
"I was born to a small litter, just three of us when all was said and done. You'd think that would mean my siblings and I got plenty of love and attention from our mother, but you'd be wrong. My mother never wanted puppies, but she had them anyway as my father insisted, but then he walked out shortly before we were all born – to this day I've never met him – and that's probably for the best, to be honest. I have no idea what I'd do if he showed up now, all these years later, but I don't think it would be very good for his health. Heck, maybe he's already dead. Mother always said he was a bad dog, into trouble at every turn.
My siblings and I – two sisters and a brother – were left to our own devices most of the time. Our mother did the bare minimum of care for us, then growled at us to leave her alone. There was food, although never quite enough, and we had a place to sleep at night, but we were expected to leave the home during the day and not come back until dark.
We lived in a pretty bad area, looking back. At the time it was just home, and growing up we didn't really know any different. Everyone in the neighborhood was just as scruffy and dirty as we were, and we spent our puppy-hood running with several other pups, terrorizing the neighbors and getting into mischief.
It wasn't until we started getting a bit older that we realized there were other neighborhoods, nicer ones that were clean and safe, with friendly animals who could buy nice things and weren't afraid at night that their crazy neighbors would break into their homes and take what they had.
That was when the resentment for our mother began. Why couldn't we live like that? Why couldn't we have nice things and a clean, safe home? When we asked, she blamed our father for leaving or blamed us. She told us she never wanted to be a mother, that we should just leave if we didn't like it there, and before too long that's exactly what I did.
Life on the streets was tough, especially for a young dog just out of puppy-hood, and I spent a lot of nights cold and hungry, hiding among dumpsters and trash to avoid the packs of trouble-making animals looking to get into fights. Finding food was hard for a lone dog on the streets, and despite my distaste for the lawless thugs and gangs, I knew they were my ticket to survival.
Getting in with a pack was no simple feat, however, and it took all my fast talking and charm to get one to let me in. The Lost Dogs, they called themselves, and they were led by a gruff old bulldog named Celo.
As far as street dog gangs went, The Lost Dogs were pretty tame. Sure, they had their rivalries – in particular with The Bad Dogs – but we mostly kept to ourselves. We were kind of like a little family, and compared to the one I'd left,t his family was great. We all looked out for one another and made sure none of us went hungry. We just had to make sure we all pulled our own weight.
Our days were mostly spent seeking our food wherever we could find it, and defending what little territory we had from the other packs and gangs. I quickly learned how to fight, and it wasn't long before I was one of the best in the pack. Celo said I had a natural talent, but I really preferred to use my charm and quick wits instead of my teeth and claws.
I stayed with The Lost Dogs for several years, moving up in the ranks and gaining more trust, but my heart just wasn't in it. I was going through the motions, surviving, but not really living.
Then one day, while scavenging a particularly lush and well-stocked dumpster in the nice part of town, I saw the most amazing sight – a beautiful female dog walking through the nearby farmers market with her human companion. I watched from the shadowed alleyway as they browsed the stalls, sampling things here and there and slowly filling their basket.
The female was stunning, with a pale and flowing coat, soft seafoam green and white with beautiful pale brindle markings across her body. Her full tail lazily wagged as she trotted along with a bouncing, feminine gait. I was completely intoxicated.
I hardly realized that I had started walking towards her, and when our eyes met I felt frozen in place even as my paws stepped across the sun-warmed asphalt of the road between us.
We stood nose-to-nose, taking in each other's scents, and I was mesmerized. I'd never seen – or smelled! - someone as lovely as her, and my tail began to wag faster and faster the longer we looked at each other.
Her human companion turned around from the melons she'd been browsing, and blinked in surprise to see me there, then smiled kindly. She greeted me politely although I must have looked a mess – filthy and ragged from all my years on the streets. She introduced herself as Quickflicker, and her stunning companion seemed to snap out of her daze to introduce herself as Lilith.
I smiled my most charming smile and introduced myself as well.
We stood there among the fruits and vegetables for what seemed like an eternity as we got to know each other. I told them about The Lost Dogs, about scavenging for food and defending our territory. I even told them about my mother – it was like once I started speaking I couldn't stop, finally getting out everything I'd kept bottled inside for so long – all the fear, the anger and resentment, it all came out.
When I fell silent at last, my companions looked at each other wordlessly for a moment or two, their eyes speaking volumes, then turned to me and Quickflicker spoke, gaze gentle:
“Would you like to come live with us?"
Friends:
Jayce - owned by ??
Blue - owned by ??
Enemies:
Family:
Click here to see litter page!
Mate:
Lilith - co-owned by Evlon and Quickflicker
Rules:
Breeding
Revamping
Trading
Gifting
Reselling - USD reselling allowed
Date Acquired: 8/4/17
Original design by White Tiger, revamp by Pigeon
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Favorite Things: Pizza, being clean, martial arts and combat training, chess, being close to the ones he loves
History, as told by Orion:
"I was born to a small litter, just three of us when all was said and done. You'd think that would mean my siblings and I got plenty of love and attention from our mother, but you'd be wrong. My mother never wanted puppies, but she had them anyway as my father insisted, but then he walked out shortly before we were all born – to this day I've never met him – and that's probably for the best, to be honest. I have no idea what I'd do if he showed up now, all these years later, but I don't think it would be very good for his health. Heck, maybe he's already dead. Mother always said he was a bad dog, into trouble at every turn.
My siblings and I – two sisters and a brother – were left to our own devices most of the time. Our mother did the bare minimum of care for us, then growled at us to leave her alone. There was food, although never quite enough, and we had a place to sleep at night, but we were expected to leave the home during the day and not come back until dark.
We lived in a pretty bad area, looking back. At the time it was just home, and growing up we didn't really know any different. Everyone in the neighborhood was just as scruffy and dirty as we were, and we spent our puppy-hood running with several other pups, terrorizing the neighbors and getting into mischief.
It wasn't until we started getting a bit older that we realized there were other neighborhoods, nicer ones that were clean and safe, with friendly animals who could buy nice things and weren't afraid at night that their crazy neighbors would break into their homes and take what they had.
That was when the resentment for our mother began. Why couldn't we live like that? Why couldn't we have nice things and a clean, safe home? When we asked, she blamed our father for leaving or blamed us. She told us she never wanted to be a mother, that we should just leave if we didn't like it there, and before too long that's exactly what I did.
Life on the streets was tough, especially for a young dog just out of puppy-hood, and I spent a lot of nights cold and hungry, hiding among dumpsters and trash to avoid the packs of trouble-making animals looking to get into fights. Finding food was hard for a lone dog on the streets, and despite my distaste for the lawless thugs and gangs, I knew they were my ticket to survival.
Getting in with a pack was no simple feat, however, and it took all my fast talking and charm to get one to let me in. The Lost Dogs, they called themselves, and they were led by a gruff old bulldog named Celo.
As far as street dog gangs went, The Lost Dogs were pretty tame. Sure, they had their rivalries – in particular with The Bad Dogs – but we mostly kept to ourselves. We were kind of like a little family, and compared to the one I'd left,t his family was great. We all looked out for one another and made sure none of us went hungry. We just had to make sure we all pulled our own weight.
Our days were mostly spent seeking our food wherever we could find it, and defending what little territory we had from the other packs and gangs. I quickly learned how to fight, and it wasn't long before I was one of the best in the pack. Celo said I had a natural talent, but I really preferred to use my charm and quick wits instead of my teeth and claws.
I stayed with The Lost Dogs for several years, moving up in the ranks and gaining more trust, but my heart just wasn't in it. I was going through the motions, surviving, but not really living.
Then one day, while scavenging a particularly lush and well-stocked dumpster in the nice part of town, I saw the most amazing sight – a beautiful female dog walking through the nearby farmers market with her human companion. I watched from the shadowed alleyway as they browsed the stalls, sampling things here and there and slowly filling their basket.
The female was stunning, with a pale and flowing coat, soft seafoam green and white with beautiful pale brindle markings across her body. Her full tail lazily wagged as she trotted along with a bouncing, feminine gait. I was completely intoxicated.
I hardly realized that I had started walking towards her, and when our eyes met I felt frozen in place even as my paws stepped across the sun-warmed asphalt of the road between us.
We stood nose-to-nose, taking in each other's scents, and I was mesmerized. I'd never seen – or smelled! - someone as lovely as her, and my tail began to wag faster and faster the longer we looked at each other.
Her human companion turned around from the melons she'd been browsing, and blinked in surprise to see me there, then smiled kindly. She greeted me politely although I must have looked a mess – filthy and ragged from all my years on the streets. She introduced herself as Quickflicker, and her stunning companion seemed to snap out of her daze to introduce herself as Lilith.
I smiled my most charming smile and introduced myself as well.
We stood there among the fruits and vegetables for what seemed like an eternity as we got to know each other. I told them about The Lost Dogs, about scavenging for food and defending our territory. I even told them about my mother – it was like once I started speaking I couldn't stop, finally getting out everything I'd kept bottled inside for so long – all the fear, the anger and resentment, it all came out.
When I fell silent at last, my companions looked at each other wordlessly for a moment or two, their eyes speaking volumes, then turned to me and Quickflicker spoke, gaze gentle:
“Would you like to come live with us?"
Friends:
Jayce - owned by ??
Blue - owned by ??
Enemies:
Family:
Click here to see litter page!
Mate:
Lilith - co-owned by Evlon and Quickflicker
Rules:
Breeding
Revamping
Trading
Gifting
Reselling - USD reselling allowed
Date Acquired: 8/4/17
Original design by White Tiger, revamp by Pigeon
Past Refs
Credits:
1. First ref by White Tiger
1. First ref by White Tiger
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