Two Birds. One Stone. And a Pit. {The Pit Side-Plot; Includes Romance}

Ok here is mine.

Display name: Purplejewel

Which role are you auditioning for?: Female dog that Toa befriends/loves. Or if Aba's lover is open I have an extra male dog I could add to the pit. He's a Pitbull

Link to bio: working on it

Role play sample (must be written here, not included in bio): She was as soft and serene as the moon. Her mother had wanted to call her Serena, after the mythical, dangerous beauties. But there was traditions. Traditions that must be kept, and that her father demanded be followed. So her mother gave her a name of an ancient goddess. It still followed the traditions. Her name just had to start with an 'A' and it did, does. Her mother had loved beautiful things and naming her daughter after the goddess of beauty satisfied her in not calling her Serena. But at times, when father was away and it was just mother and daughter, Serena she would be.

Her mother had died before she was ready to live on her own. And her father had demanded that she follow 'tradition'. The other two had died. Father had said only few ever survived, only those that followed 'tradition'. She was forced to leave him before she was ready. Mother would have let her stay, but mother wasn't there. Father had forbidden her from living with her one surviving brother, but as soon as they were away from his critical eye they rejoined. So she traveled with her brother. They had the greatest of adventures. The two cougar siblings were inseparable. Until he grew up. He wanted a mate and a family. She was in the way, so she must go. He chased her off. Showing claws and fangs and a fierceness she had never seen. She fled and traveled on her own. But adventures are never adventures on your own.

The three year old cougar padded through the cold crispe leaf-bare. She didn't mind, she didn't even notice. She loved the cold and even more the cold. She moved like the moon, slowly, gracefully, silently, and spreading power to those below. Her pale honey pelt rustled in the wind as it danced around her. Two lost stars danced in her eyes as she looked around. Her soft tail brushed lightly against a tree. She had no need to be cautious of anyone hearing her. She was as silent as the dead, but who would hear her. She was a huntress a goddess among the small rodent-like cats, she was a divine one, everyone feared her. And her, no one. The beauty stopped when she heard talking up ahead. Her calm peace shattered and she became alert, ears erect. The female crouched down low in the underbrush. She gazed at the creatures with clear blue pools of blue. It had been a while since she had seen her kind. She thought the world was ruled...well more overrun, by those small-cats. She tilted her head lightly. Should she make herself known?

Contributions to the plot: write a book!! Lolz :P

I LOVE pitbulls! They are so cute and people just don't understand them. They are so sweet, beautiful, and loyal.
You didn't want a female for Toa? I thought it said he might run into one. Oh never mind I see that 'might' happen IC. But ok I'll put my pit up.

And yeah I know it's dogs. That is just my all time favorite post. It was for my cougar Aphrodite. My best posts have been with wildcats...odd kinda.

Here it is.

Display name: Purplejewel

Which role are you auditioning for?: Abra's Lover

Link to bio: Bio Here

Role play sample (must be written here, not included in bio):
Jaxom padded through the streets. This was a rare moment of freedom for him. He had managed to get away from his master and sneak out. He was free at last. The pitbull walked the streets as a lone figure. Dogs that saw him shrunk. Twolegs that noticed him pulled their children away. He didn't care he preferred to be left alone. All of them just meant pain. And he had, had enough of pain.

The brown and white dog walked into the park as if he owned it. He shot a glare at some mutt as it rushed off. Why couldn't they all just leave him alone. They don't bother him he wouldn't kill them. His claws clipped against the cement as he headed for the pond. The cold weather would have made anyone shiver but he was already cold inside. What did it matter what is was like outside when inside was in turmoil. With a sigh the large dog stood looking into the water. He glared at his own face. With his sad chocolate eyes and square jaw that contained his deadly teeth. A sigh escaped him and his heart grew hit for a moment. She had loved the water. She had often taken Jaxom for walks through the park with a small pond back home. They would just sit next to the water and forget the troubles at home. But that was gone. She was gone.

With a grunt he got up. If he wanted to remain free he had better get on the move. Master would be after him so he had to get far away. The dog was about to leave the park when a laugh caught his attention. It was a sweet innocent laugh, one which obviously enjoyed life. Jaxom spun around as he tried to locate where it came from. There, a girl ran through the park laughing and smiling. She had dark honeyed skin and flowing raven hair. It was her! It was his true love. Jaxom let out a bark and wagged his tail. For a second he was the pup who had loved a girl. With another bark the muscular dog rushed after the girl. He was barking so loud and running so fast many twoleg stopped to look at him. The girl turned to look at him and screamed. Jaxom stopped dead in his tracks. That was a scream of terror. He looked around confused. What was wrong? What had scared her? He would ripe them apart he would protect his girl. The pitbull started to growl and snarl. The girl screamed again and rushed to other twolegs. Jaxom rushed after her as she hid behind some adults. She screamed at him and other twolegs started to throw rocks and sticks at him. He snarled and swiped. He had to get to her. The girl peeked behind a twoleg and gazed at him with eyes full of fear. Jaxom stopped and just stared at her. Those weren't her eyes. That wasn't his girl. Too late.

Jaxom was once again in a cage. Twolegs with nest and ropes had come to take him away and place him in another cage. He stared at the floor. What did it matter what they did to him? His girl was dead and he should be too. His ears pricked up as he heard a familiar voice shouting. He sat up and growled. He was coming. His master. A tall man appeared in the hallway. He opened the cage and stepped in. He had a silver bar in his hand. Jaxom backed up to a corner snarling and growling. The twoleg smiled.
"I missed you Jaxom. You were wrong to run."
Jaxom didn't understand his words but he knew what was coming. He snarled. "Bring it master. Let's see how far we can go before I'm knocked unconscious." With another snarl he lunged.

Contributions to the plot:

Added rp sample. Anything else.

Thank you. I LOVE Jaxom *huggles*

Why are we so created with dogs? Lolz

I thought it would be hard to rp a dog. But when I was writing Jaxom's history is just came to me. Maybe we cat people are all truly dog people. I do like dogs better in real life.