Post by abbienormal on Apr 1, 2017 20:44:43 GMT -7
Name: Abbie Normal
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Eye color:
Species/breed: Dog - Pit Bull x Dutch Shepard
Allegiance: Neutral
Coat Colors: Black brindle [standard Dutch Shepard colour]
Physical Build: Wide set chest would attach to a thick neck. Her shoulders are broad, with a slimmed and muscular mid-section that connects to a muscular hind end. Standing typical to a Pit Bull, she is stocky and thick, with a slender muzzle of a Dutch Shepard and a slightly curled tail. Her pelt is black, with flecks of tan and brown mixed in. She sports a white spot upon her chest and under her jaw, and she has amber eyes. She has small folded ears, and longer fur upon her neck and hind legs much like her Dutch Shepard father.
Picture:
(This is a photo of my actual dog, I own all photos of her)
Personality: Abbie is intellegent, a thinker and at times she can be brazen. She finds herself not fearing much, due to curiosity and dominance. She is level headed most of the time, but she is hindered by a temper at times. She can't help it, it's her dominant manners, and it can often get her in trouble. She is medium, but acts large, having a muscular and well built body which holds her power. She uses it when needed, but often she is a talker and she aborbs new information to grow her intellegence.
History: Being born a mixed breed, Abbie slowly grew to learn she holds the traits of both the Pit Bull and the Dutch Shepard. She lost her parents within a small battle of loners outside her tattered home. Perhaps den robbers or just some dogs wanting a meal, her parents didn't survive, but she managed to hide out and make it through. She was only a year old when that happened, but ut was old enough to know how to survive thanks to her parents teachings. She would wander the next few years, learning and gaining her knowledge in hopes to not lose anyone in her life again.
Sample Post:
It was quiet, too quiet, filed nails would still echo the clicking. She had tried so hard to keep them maintained by rasping them against harder grounds. It was hard now, finding herself on cobbled type grounds of gravel and weeds. Tail swayed as the female kept her head lowered, ears tilted back as nostrils twitched to scents. Where was she? She had never seen this place, never really travelled much from where she was comfortable. A scuffle was heard, ears would perk as she halted abruptly, tail stiff behind her as she widdened eyes to scan around her.
Heart would seemingly echo within her broad chest, she could feel her blood pulse through her veins. Jaws parted to release breath, light panting was kept quiet as she found that no one was there. No scents or further sounds. Fair enough. She would slowly walk forward, body weight shifted as she gracefully waltzed across peddled grounds. Rough pads absorbing the rougher rocks, protecting the flesh beneath the rough pads.
Limbs would stretch gently as she approached a stone that was higher up. Not too high, she could still jump up. Body shifted as she lowered herself before launching up onto the stone. Tail aiding in balance as she then tucked it in case someone was around or tried to grab it. She would circle around the top of the stone before scanning around, no one was there. She would lay down, head lifted to keep watch, she just wanted to rest for a bit...
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Eye color:
Species/breed: Dog - Pit Bull x Dutch Shepard
Allegiance: Neutral
Coat Colors: Black brindle [standard Dutch Shepard colour]
Physical Build: Wide set chest would attach to a thick neck. Her shoulders are broad, with a slimmed and muscular mid-section that connects to a muscular hind end. Standing typical to a Pit Bull, she is stocky and thick, with a slender muzzle of a Dutch Shepard and a slightly curled tail. Her pelt is black, with flecks of tan and brown mixed in. She sports a white spot upon her chest and under her jaw, and she has amber eyes. She has small folded ears, and longer fur upon her neck and hind legs much like her Dutch Shepard father.
Picture:
(This is a photo of my actual dog, I own all photos of her)Personality: Abbie is intellegent, a thinker and at times she can be brazen. She finds herself not fearing much, due to curiosity and dominance. She is level headed most of the time, but she is hindered by a temper at times. She can't help it, it's her dominant manners, and it can often get her in trouble. She is medium, but acts large, having a muscular and well built body which holds her power. She uses it when needed, but often she is a talker and she aborbs new information to grow her intellegence.
History: Being born a mixed breed, Abbie slowly grew to learn she holds the traits of both the Pit Bull and the Dutch Shepard. She lost her parents within a small battle of loners outside her tattered home. Perhaps den robbers or just some dogs wanting a meal, her parents didn't survive, but she managed to hide out and make it through. She was only a year old when that happened, but ut was old enough to know how to survive thanks to her parents teachings. She would wander the next few years, learning and gaining her knowledge in hopes to not lose anyone in her life again.
Sample Post:
It was quiet, too quiet, filed nails would still echo the clicking. She had tried so hard to keep them maintained by rasping them against harder grounds. It was hard now, finding herself on cobbled type grounds of gravel and weeds. Tail swayed as the female kept her head lowered, ears tilted back as nostrils twitched to scents. Where was she? She had never seen this place, never really travelled much from where she was comfortable. A scuffle was heard, ears would perk as she halted abruptly, tail stiff behind her as she widdened eyes to scan around her.
Heart would seemingly echo within her broad chest, she could feel her blood pulse through her veins. Jaws parted to release breath, light panting was kept quiet as she found that no one was there. No scents or further sounds. Fair enough. She would slowly walk forward, body weight shifted as she gracefully waltzed across peddled grounds. Rough pads absorbing the rougher rocks, protecting the flesh beneath the rough pads.
Limbs would stretch gently as she approached a stone that was higher up. Not too high, she could still jump up. Body shifted as she lowered herself before launching up onto the stone. Tail aiding in balance as she then tucked it in case someone was around or tried to grab it. She would circle around the top of the stone before scanning around, no one was there. She would lay down, head lifted to keep watch, she just wanted to rest for a bit...
