Post by Sh0rti on Jul 25, 2009 23:52:06 GMT
Dog Form.
[/u][/center]Back To Basics...
[/center][/size]Name;: Shorti
Gender;: female/intact
Age;: around 4
Breed;: Corgi (Pembroke x Cardigan)
Pack Member or Loner?;: loner, for now.
It's All In The Fur...
[/center][/size]Pelt Colour;:black on white
Pawpads;: pink
Eye Colour;: dark brown
Height;: Short, around 10"
Build;: long and semi-stocky
Physical Description;: Shorti is a black on white corgi, with a naturally short tail. She meets the breed's typical standards, with the medium length double coat, broad chest, round bat-like erect ears, and has short stocky legs.
Her markings aren't too complicated- she has the standard black "mask", with a white muzzle and thin white stripe running up to just below her ears. Her black "blanket" starts just behind the withers extending to her tail, and covers the majority of her back legs, yet only the shoulders of her front.
Those Voices In Your Head...
[/center][/size]Personality;: Once high strung and active, at the age of four Shorti had calmed down quite a bit. She was mainly a very serous girl, and most of the time kept to herself- though she does enjoy the company of others. She's quick witted and stubborn, and doesn't like others to feel she's "helpless" because of how small she is.
Hopes;:
Fears;: kids, large predatory animals, brooms and vacuums to name a few.
Hates;: kids, cats of any kind, aggressive and ignorant dogs
Dreams;: to belong somewhere
Goals: perhaps find a pack, and start a family of her own
The Past Is The Past...
[/center][/size]History;: Shorti was born at a puppymill, and taken when she was only 6 weeks old to be sold at a pet shop. She was immediately adopted by a couple with a young child, who thought the dog would make a perfect birthday gift. However, being a puppy- Shorti was always knocking over things, chewing on random items, tearing up the yard digging, and eliminating all over the house. Her hyper self couldn't sit still for a moment, she was always bouncing around and barking loudly at anything and everything that moved. The child, at the age of 4, would always pounce on her- so every time he came near Shorti she would take off, wanting nothing to do with him.
Shorti was with her first family for only two short months, before they dropped her off at the humane society, fed up with her natural puppy behavoir. At this age, Shorti was no longer as cute or little- many people just saw her as an annoying adolescent. For a good year and a half, Shorti was just one of the many dogs who stayed in the back, unable to find her "forever home". It wasn't until another family decided to adopt her, that Shorti was able to run freely once again. Litterly- for that matter.
Being cooped up in that kennel for so long, Shorti spent most of her time outside, running around- and when she was bored of the back yard, she would dig out. Several times she found herself on various streets, being chased down by her owners- a single father and his two grade-school kids, or the local animal control. After four visits to the shelter- that last time, the family never came back to pick up their hyperactive pet.
And so time went on- Shorti had been readopted and surrendered two more times, the last because she would chase the family cat around, and was beaten with the broom for it. Shorti didn't put up with it, and lunged at the woman- who didn't put up with aggressive dogs. After her last incident, at the age of 3, Shorti had slowed down, and began to loose hope in the human world. she would lay at the back of her kennel- growl at any kid that crouched infront of her cage. At four, Shorti was yet again adopted out, this time to a farmer of a cattle ranch. Shortly after arriving, Shorti managed to crawl under a fence, escaping to freedom. She was lucky she was out in the country this time- no animal control came out to flush her out of the forests of which she now resided.
Family;: unknown to her,
Mother;: black cardigan
Father;: tri-colour pembroke
Siblings;: there were said to be five
Mate;: none
Anything Else You Wanna Say?...
[/center][/size]Sample Introduction;: The morning air was thick with moisture as the sun began to rise, forming a tick mist that covered the rich pastures of the rolling hills. Locas all around began to chirp, as the horses could be heard stomping about the pastures for a morning graze.
Hidden just behind the treeline where the forest seperated the farmlands, one particular stay began to wake, her brown eyes fluttered lazily as she stretched her long back, extending her short muddy forelegs. Yawning widely, the stray got to her feet, shaking her damp pelt from the morning's dew. Smacking her lips tiredly, Shorti looked around as she stumbled from her make-shift bed of leaves, it was another morning she would have to find her own food, something she was still getting used to.
Setting her pace into motion, the corgi's short legs carried her down a dirt road, past a couple farms as she followed her nose. She knew that not too far from where she resided was one particular human who woke up early to throw chow down for their flock of chicken. It wasn't the best of meals- but at least it was something. Large, bat-like audits perked- yes, she could hear them now, squaking and scratching, carrying on like no tomorrow, the flock of birds that annoyed Shorti so. Turning into the cobblestone driveway, Shorti quickly sprinted underneath the farmer's blue truck, watching hungrily as the farmer dumped the chow about, the chickens and a few hogs scuffling around to get the most pickings. As the farmer made his way into the house only yards away, Shorti made a dash- the chickens squawked loudly in protest, flapping their wings to make way for the dog, as she licked up as much chow as she could. It was only minutes before the baffled farmer, startled by the sudden commotion came out hollering, flailing his arms to sho the pesty bicoloured stray away.
Shorti didn't need telling twice, she turned heel and shot down the driveway like a bat out of hell. However, the corgi wasn't discouraged, the neighbor had a bad rabbit of throwing scraps around for the feral cats that ran about.
Picture;: (please excuse the poorly-thrown together image)
