Number:#1 in Batch 2
Name: Sasha
Age: 4 years = 28 Dog Years
Gender: Female
Personality: Adventurous and outgoing. Sasha is the explorer type, she likes to discover cool new places to hang out and call her own. She's also a street-fight dog champion, although she's teased for being a girl. She has a lot of rage built up and unleashes it all on her opponent, not once has she suffered defeat or fatal injury in a match.
She has no owner, she's her own kind of dog. She fights for herself, but lets the human pretending to own her reap all the benefits! Money is nothing to her, nor her true name. In fights she's called many different things, her true name she does not know. But she might stick with one until she hears another that sounds even cooler!
Sasha can also be gentle and kind. She's very loving to those she cares about, like her litter-mates whom she gets in touch with every so often. She has gone through many lovers, almost all turned out to be jerks whom she chased off in a blind fury. Only one did she fall in love with, and stick with. Thus keeping her name, Sasha.
(I never have much muse when writing personalities...)History: Sasha was born within a litter at Nome, she was sold by the side of the street as was the usual for owners who can't balance many dogs.
Her mother and father were unknown to her at the time, but very well known by other much older dogs. She was not given the chance of six to eight weeks to grow up before she was scooped up and taken away. Her only memory of home, the scent of her mother which never leaves a dogs fur... ever.
She was raised to fight, she suffered little injury as a young one. Her owner was a very wealthy man, known on the streets for raising and owning the strongest fighting dogs in the world. He had hand picked Sasha for a good reason, she was strong and well-built. For that, Sasha was lucky. If she had been any other dog she would have been torn to shreds in mere seconds with the dogs she was pitted against.
But Sasha was small, and her muscles looked small. This was a deception though, as a female she wasn't suppose to look strong and but she didn't look female to the humans. Of course the dogs knew she was, because of her heat scent that popped up now and again. But to the humans she looked male, and with her appearance she attracted humans who always pitted their dogs against the weak to rake up easy money.
This was the reason her master only picked and raised female dogs, mostly... If he bought males it was either to breed other strong and healthy dogs, or because he saw true promise and potential.
But one day, Sasha got bored with fighting. She wasn't liking being seen as a mad brute. She wanted to be known as beautiful and smart. Not 'female' or 'brute', or all of those other insults that she got on a day-to-day basis. No, ... she wanted to settle down. To find love and have pups of her own, and to protect them from growing up to be street dogs. But still allow them to grow into fine and strong dogs all the same.
So she did what no other dog before her had done...
When the owner opened the cage and she saw the weaker mutt before her she stepped forward. A natural gesture. The other dog was whimpering, just a pup... afraid even. So she made him an offer, one that she knew would change his future. In a good way, because she could tell that this dog before her would never make it in a fight.
'I can set you free.' she said, 'I can get us both out of here, far away.' The dog nodded awkwardly, accepting her help without a thought. The humans above were yelling, mad that we weren't fighting. Disgusting, sick animals. Thats what those human's were, even her master. She now hated him as well. He was no different, no matter how much he acted like he loved her. She now saw him for the man he was, he told lies to her about how much he knew she was strong and beautiful. He was a sick and dirty man, doing this all for the money, Not her.
So she tore at the wood wall's instead, she broke through and out behind her fled the other dog.
'Act viscous' she had instructed to the smaller dog. He only had to be a year or two younger, weak though. But fast, bred to pull sleds. Not fight. They both ran, far beyond the humans. Far beyond the city.
And then, then Sasha was free. She pranced in meadows and breathed in the air. Drank from streams of running water, fresh wild water. That tasted of freedom.
And with her, tagged along the other dog. Her first love, it wasn't a long love. He thought he loved her, but it was nothing in the end. She had only felt for him companionship nothing more, but it seemed like more then.
But now when she looks back, it was childish love. She was new to the world now, she finally could spread her wings of life and embrace all that the world had to offer.
But little did Sasha know that she would come crawling back to the fights, she had grown around fights and that was a part of her now. She fought when she was caught and leashed and she fought when she found another love that lasted a bit longer, longer and longer each time. But still she never kept a guy. And never truly loved... Until she met Zach. The love of her life, and the brother to the love of her sister's life. Oh, yes Sasha fell so deeply in love. As one might have called it, 'Love at First Sight' or in her case, 'Love at First Bite!' Yeah... She bit him the first time they met.
He had crept up on her, not on purpose, to say hi and she had gotten startled so she rounded on him and tore his ear a bit. To this day she still doesn't believe that he has forgiven her for tearing his ear like that! But he did learn to live with it, sooner... or later.
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Beauty, Bruno
Mate: Zach
Pups: Nah
Why: Cuz, she's B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L
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Number:#3 Batch 2
Name:Beauty
Age:4 years = 28 Dog years
Gender:Female
Personality:Gentle and outgoing. She is very considerate of others feelings and is a very trustworthy and loyal friend. She never tries to hurt anyone in anyway. She loves giving advice about love, mostly because she the type of 'Been there, done that!' sort of person. She's like Sarah in many ways, but in others she is totally different.
Beauty loves pups dearly, But will
NOT baby-sit pups from another mother. She feels she has better things to do than look after someone else's babies. Her motto for pups is, 'If you can't take care of them yourself, then why did you have them?' She's not against pups or anything, but she has an attitude about carrying your own weight and sticking up for yourself.
She wants pups of her own someday, but thinking of the whole birthing process makes her a bit sick to the stomach. She has no problem with pain, it's just when she thinks/smells/sees blood she faints.
Beauty is also, very anti-adopting. If she can't have pups herself, then she just wont have children then. Beauty is stubborn in so many ways, but also so carefree she's just a bit crazy in other people's minds.
She has so many rules and motto's for things, she drives people mad. So mad they scream and shout and go a bit loopy themselves!
She is also
History: Beauty was born into a boring litter, and lived a very boring life. Well, in her perspective. She's bored often thinking about the past, her motto is, ' Don't ponder the past, just live life to the fullest, cherish the present moments and don't ever think about the future end! Because it will only make you hungry!'
I have said it before (No I haven't) and I will indeed say it again, She's
CRAZY!
Yep, she's a one-in-a-thousand type of gal' a bit of a freak. And of course, a bit O' Crazy.
But only to onlookers, she's actually a very sensible and intelligent kind of gal' if you get to know her, which is exactly why the o'-so-lovable Whisper got to know this fine little lady.
She reminded him of his sister, and to say the least. Beauty was flattered! She never before in her life had been compared to the great and generous, Sarah, In a good way!
Of course, she licked his nose and announced that from that day forth!
They were a couple!
Nah' it didn't happen quite that quick... Beauty snuggled close to him and acted normal and sensible, not her normal crazy self which... Whisper didn't get to see first before he made his decision to talk to this weird female.
Beauty didn't know this, and since she met him. She settled down a bit, she was indeed very much like Sarah when she chose to not be the crazy husky she normally wanted to be. If she were human and went to school, she'd be known as both:
'The Class-Clown' and,
'The Class-Dummy'
Beauty would of course, choose to be the way she
was. Something about being crazy made her feel cooler when people looked at her. When they
noticed her, You see. Beauty wasn't the most loved of her litter. More of the out-cast to say the most, She didn't act smart or strong, or fast. She didn't embrace the future like the rest, because her moral's said not to ponder the past or the future. Which unconsciously she still did!
OK. Let's skip back ahead once more, So as I was saying. After she met Whisper she settled down and no longer acted strange. And for once, she was noticed as well...
Her, Beauty the Husky that was now dating Whisper the non-talkative hansom ghoul of Nome.
Soon to be her, very social, hansom, Daddy of Nome. Her mate, and the father of her two very beautiful, AND NORMAL daughters!
Parents:Unknown
Siblings:Sasha, and Bruno
Mate: Whisper
Pups:Vanilla and Dehlila
Why?: Cuz' she's got creamy fur that makes me hungry for chocolate... I don't know why! I just luv her!
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Sasha's fur looks like a Halloween costume,
And Beauty's looks like a Peanut-Butter Cup.... I'm hungry, lol.
