Facts

Name: Frackle

Nick-Name(s): Fack

Gender: Female

Age: {Depends}

Breed: Husky/Malamute Mix

Fur Color(s): Brick Red, Sandy Grey, Blood Red, and (a shade darker) Brick Red

Ear Color(s): (a tad higher) Sandy Grey

Nose Color(s): (very) Light Tan, Lighter Pink, Darker Pink (All Then Marbled Together)

Crush(es): Steele's Older Litter Brother

Crusher(s): -COMING SOON-

Mate: -COMING SOON-

X-Mate(s): {None, Atleast For Now}

Pups: -COMING SOON-

Parent(s): -COMING SOON-

Sibs: -COMING SOON-

Other Family: {Coming Later}

Friend(s): Jenna, {Others Coming Soon}

Home: Nome Alaska (a little towards the Butcher's Shop)

Owner(s): John James Baxter

Render Rec: Jenna {But Built More Like a Husky}

Personality: Sad, depresed, angry when upset, but happy when good things come around the corner

Disklikes: Being abused, sad, anrey, hungery, thirsty, bosed around, meen dogs, wolf dogs, or wolves

                                                                    History

Once, a long, time ago, back in 1920, a young pup, with her other sibs were born into the world. A puppy and other youngsters were brount amungst a great blizard, Alaska's 2nd blizard. A man, around his early 20s came to help the poor scared Mother of the pups. Soon, after the birth in the boiler room, the Mother gave John a look, a look giving thanks to what he had done, she couldn't had done it with out him. So, in return she alowed him (that is when the weeks came by) to take one of the pups for himself. She trusted him, same as John, so, one night when he was taking care of the husky, he took a young female. He soon named her Frackle. Frackle was named after something that she had that standed out from the others, she had a marbled nose. A cold, small, almost glitry looking nose. He had to take her, and he thought there must had been a reason. So, he scooped the pup up, looked into her eye's, and said with his heart pounding of exitment "I'll name you Frackle." He had a red plastered face, as he was hugging the pup in his arms. "Yes, Frackle." And that's when her journey to life began. She was later introduced to her Aunt's newest litter, Frackle was only five at the time and had to help with her Mother to deliver the pups. After the birth of six healthy, young, and slimy looking pups were born, her Aunt told her that she could name one of the pups, it was just a family tradition. The youngest of the dogs helping would be able to name the youngest of the pups from the litter. As Frackle was thinking, she was thinking of names that she liked and enjoyed, as she was thinking, she had a name! "I know!" She bursted with exitment "Jenna!" She barked, causing her Mother to snap at Jenna for disturbing her Auntie and the new litter.    Years, passed, and John couldn't take care of Frackle any more. Frackle  really made the desiction to run away. Only, because she was abused by John, John was always drinking, causing him to get drunk and trough beer bottles at poor frackle, and sometimes, he would tie her up to a chair and poor beer all over her. She would cry and yelp for any help, but as she tryed to get help, it only met more trouble to poor Frackle. He would smash the glassed of beer empty or no onto Frackle. Cuts, scars, smelly fur, black eyes, choped tails, and bloody noses would often come apon to her, at least when she was making to much of a sound. Sadly, when her 8th birthday came, she died of abusement, hunger, and coldness. Trying to survive on her own. She was not forgotten, he family still remembers, but what they didn't know was how she was abused....

Head base by: Prism (me)

Body base by: Prism (me)