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Post by c]l[ickeh on Mar 2, 2009 17:30:16 GMT
Dog Form.
[/u][/center]Back To Basics...
[/center][/size]Name;: Carden
Gender;: Male
Age;: Roughly Five Years
Breed;: Great Pyrenees (75%) x Bernese Mountain Dog (25%)
Pack Member or Loner?;: Loner
It's All In The Fur...
[/center][/size]Pelt Colour;: Tri-color
Pawpads;: Flesh Pink with Black Portions
Eye Colour;: Void Black
Height;: 31.5 inches
Build;: Stocky and Muscular
Physical Description;: Carden is of decent size, being from two of the larger breeds. Muscles developed from a forest life twist and stretch under his taught pelt. His coat coloration is from his mother's half-strain of Bernese Mountain Dog. He is black from his head, down to his knees, and to the tip of his bushy tail. The underside of his tail, his stomach, the insides of his legs, and his chest are white like his Pyrenees father. His lupine muzzle is white as well with very small flecks of black. Markings of pale tan appear as small dots above his eyes and two prominent splotches on his muzzle. When one first observes this titan brute, they would not see his eyes. As if there were only empty sockets in his face. But they are they, only so dark a color that they are not visible.
Those Voices In Your Head...
[/center][/size]Personality;: The brute is not like the belligerent people of his alliance, pillaging and slaughtering without a care in the world. He is more selective as he goes about this work. Carden kills only the deserving, those who have molested his fellows or threatened his power. For he is an Alpha dog. He can simply not rest until he has dominated whatever male (or female) who tried to lead him. Unlike many of the Darks he is generous to the conquered party. He keeps them in check (without a fight; one deep bark is often enough) and leads them to the best of his knowledge. Males are given the most frigid of courtesies while the good women are treated like godesses. The rest-meaning the sleeperish, the jealous, and the thieving-are treated like nuts. That is just how he views things.
Hopes;:
Blood In His Mouth
Eternal Night
Fears;:
Disappointing His Sister (if he ever meets her again)
Dying Before His Time
Dreams;:
About Moon
Of Saving A Damsel
Goals:
To Have Many Children (lol)
The Past Is The Past...
[/center][/size]History;: Carden's name is fitting. He was born in the dark recesses of a fortress like mountain. His father, a Great Pyrenees named Abraham, and his mother, a Bernese Mountain Dog/ Pyrenees cross named Elizabeth, were former farm dogs. The two had been raised on the same farm like siblings. Abe one day had called Elizabeth on a wild chase. She had been guarding the sheep (as always) and normally would have been loathe to abandon her duties. But on that day she had been in heat. Her hormones had been in control. They ran off together and had their pups in the nearby mountains. Seven had been born in total. None were stillborn as she was a healthy young dog, but one had birth defects do to her sudden shift of environment during the gestation. This young male died. Another two fell into a ravine on their first outing. The last four consisted of a three females and one male. The single male was the oldest and the strongest. He was named Carden, as Abraham had a fascination for Celtic names. The other three were all white like he. Their names were Snow, Moon, and Cloud. Cloud and Snow were adventurous. A bear living in the hilly forests below the mountains killed them when they threatened her young cub. Only Moon and Carden reachd their first year. Carden did not particularly like his father (who seemed to have an unfatherly love for Moon). The brute loved his sister dearly and would not stand for this sort of abuse. One night he confronted his sire. They fought. Abraham went down. Carden and Moon left their mother to sob over her mate to live in the countryside. The two lived there peacefully. Nothing disrupted their existence. Gradually Moon left her brother's side for a Rottwieler called Riley. He has not seen her since. At four years, he met another fae. She was smaller than he, delicate of bone and soft of voice. He pursued her for many months. Asper (as was her name) was shy. She disliked his affections which often put her in the public's view. But his determination won her over. They had a litter together. Asper was a small dog; much smaller than the behemoth Carden. The pups were not small enough to go through her birth canal. She died along with the children. Carden left her deathbed in a desperate sprint. It was too much for him and the loss drove him mad.
Family;: He had a stable family during early puphood which seemed to steadily decline as the months passed.
Mother;: Elizabeth
Father;: Abraham
Siblings;: Snow, Moon, Cloud, (unnamed), (unnamed)
Mate;: None
Anything Else You Wanna Say?...
[/center][/size]Sample Introduction;: The time was dawn. The sun had yet to make a true appearance, instead deciding to steal bits of the deep night from Nyx. The deep plum lightened as the battle raged. Already the stars had disappeared. Without the pricks of snow the sky looked wrong. Ground that was once coated in a thick blanket of snow was now bare, the grass stiff in small coats of ice.
It crunched ever so slightly as the canine's stocky limbs carried his massive bulk across the grass island. The movement was calm, effortless. The cars whistling by did not disturb him. Rather he disturbed them. The few drivers that were up and about slowed to look at the brute. After all, how often did one see such a dog-seemingly purbred-out on the street? One even slowed their rusty little Ford to a stop. Their windows rolled down and a head poked out. It was a man. He had an old trucker hat atop his muck brown hair. There was a mustache (a bushy one) on his mug, disguising his weak upper lip. Crows feet rested on the corners of his watery grey eyes.
The thick mantle of black and white raised on his shoulders. Pebbly black lips parted as he snarled. The man was weak; Carden could tell that only by his scent. The appearance of his flimsy face enforced the idea. He laughed and began to speak to the other being in the passenger seat. The door opened as the driver got out. His hand (which smelt of tobacco and beer) reached out to pat the mutt. Stupid hick. Thick ivories shown as he tore into the man's hand. He jerked it backward. The man went tumbling backward. The other two legged scrambled out, a gun in his hand.
A growl thick with malice twisted the fibres of the titan's throat. He did not let go of his struggling prize. The gun was trembling too much for a straight shot. It would miss if he fired and would possibly hit his dumb ass friend. Of course the man did not think of it. He was human and stupid. Four shots were fired. All were aimed at the brute's side. All of them hit the writhing man. He screamed as they tore into his chest. The mongrel loved the screams; the signals of punishment for his ignorance. Powerful jaws unlocked from the bony, nasty hand. Muscled hind limbs tensed as he pushed his mass into the air. Seconds before he could cover his throat, the Pyrenees mutt had caught his fangs in the tender throat flesh. The bitten man sensed his chance and ran off into the alleyway.
Ah, the warm fresh blood! The sweet flesh! The brute loved it all. His whiskey marinated kill fell to the black top, tongue lolling out. Deep obsidian gems were careful as they searched. Had any blood spilt? A smile touched his lips. There would be no trail for the ugly droop faced Bloodhounds to follow. What to do, what to do... thought he. The answer rested behind the truck. A business building, old and almost abandoned. The windows were gone. Some were even boarded over. Head thingyed to the side as he watched a play unfold. A dog catcher and his prey, a large mutt, were battling. They went into the building. Minutes later the man came out with a bleeding leg. The other male (as he saw through a window) was resting atop a crate.
Minutes later walked in after the blood trail. The old chivalry instinct was awakened as he scented her. Perhaps she would like some of the meat. But there was the male inside as well. He would present a challenge to Carden. He would win this fight, the titan was sure. With a high-held head, the mutt dragged the body through the door. Ignoring the two canines, he began to eat in the corner. The bites were slow and clean.
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