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  • We Ain't No Sled Pullin' Pups! /\ Husky Pack /\


    Trip


    'A fox hiding behind a mask'


    Name: Trip



    Gender: Male


    Age: 3 Years, 2 Months


    Residence: The Pack


    Personality: Trip is a reserved husky. He is hard to read and predict his next move due to the fact that he switches sides easily. He is as sly as a fox, never to be trusted. One day you might find him bowing down to a dog and the next day despising him. He is vigilant, cautious, and observed, always watching others and the movement and pattern of their fighting routine. Then he finds a way to expose their weakness. He always tries to stay a step ahead. He is also very sarcastic when the pack is in a tight spot. He is a hard worker and sometimes takes orders without question, yet you still don't know when he will turn his back on you. Because of his personality he doesn't get 'close' to any dog, not letting anyone through the cold barrier shielding his heart from guilt. For him everything is a game of survival, last one standing wins. No one knows truly who he is, and those who did, aren't in the physical world...anymore.


    History: Surprisingly, as a pup Trip was very happy, living with his two other siblings. When he grew older the family didn't have the space for him anymore, so they cast him out into the forest. There he learned the ways of the wild, and how to survive. That's when the barrier formed. He found his way into another town, and there he joined a group of mangy dogs. Every few days in the summer, a small passenger ship would bring people from the southern parts up north, and Trip would always attack the soft, southern dogs, and every time he attacked one, the rest of the dogs would join in and together they would kill the dog. Not one human would try to stop them, because they know that with just one bite from him, all the dogs would join in. After awhile of that he went back into the wild and joined the pack.


    [align=center]'You never know if what he is saying is the truth, or just another lie.'

  • We Ain't No Sled Pullin' Pups! /\ Husky Pack /\

    Trip


    [justify]Trip's large structure was slowly ascending and descending as he breathed slowly, his breath a cloud of fog. The sleep that hung tightly on him started to loose it's grip when he started to wake. His pale blue optics shrunk when he looked at the entrance of his snow den and he shook his head in annoyance. When he opened his eyes the sunlight coming into the den no longer blinded him. Trip slowly crawled out of his den, his muscles aching from sleeping in the same position all night. When he got out of the den he braced his back and pricked his ears, pointing his nose to the air, his mouth ajar. He took in the scents of his surroundings gladly. The cold, sharp air seemed to freeze his lung entirely. He grunted and looked around. It was still the cold, white barren place he surveyed yesterday. He snorted in annoyance and with an unreadable expression lay in front of his snow den.[/justify]

  • We Ain't No Sled Pullin' Pups! /\ Husky Pack /\

    Trip


    [justify]Trip pricked his ears curiously at the sound of a howl. He slowly heaved himself off the ground and looked to his leader for the reason of the howl. He suddenly smirked at the sight of an unfamiliar dog. The husky slowly got to his paws, a malevolent glint in his eyes. "Well well. What do we have here?" Trip snickered, coming closer before stopping and sitting down. "I would think dogs would no better then trespassing, unless they came to be our lunch." He chuckled, giving her a smile that showed his two canines. [/justify]

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    Trip


    [justify]"Oh, what a shame." Trip chuckled before getting up to his feet and heading back to his snow den. When he came to the entrance he turned and sat watching his leader introduce the Fae to the rest of the pack. He chuckled again before starting to pluck and lick ice clumps out of his furry paws. [/justify]

  • We Ain't No Sled Pullin' Pups! /\ Husky Pack /\

    Trip


    [justify]Trip saw the signal and nodded slowly. Averting his eyes to Umbra's den before getting up and moving to a spot where he could see the whole camp and also accelerate easily if she decided to make a run for it. 'I wonder if she'll get accepted into the pack even..' His thoughts trailed off when a chilling wind blasted into his face, freezing his whiskers in seconds. He growled lowly before sneezing and laying his head on his paws. He didn't put his eyes directly on her, nor did he look entirely somewhere else.[/justify]

  • ❂Welcome To Beacon Heights Dog Park!❂ (Open, Sign-ups)

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    Name: Keenan


    Gender: Male


    Rank:Member Of The Pedigree


    Age: Three years, one month.


    Personality: Keenan is a snobby, arrogant, and cold-hearted, he is not the kind of dog you will find chasing butterflies and helping other dogs. He is at times self-centered, thinking greatly of himself as the king of everything. He is very territorial, feeling the need to growl at dogs who come to close the things he claims is his. But, somewhere, in that tiny, tiny, grape sized shriveled up heart, is one little piece of what looks to be compassion. Of course, this brave dog has too much pride to admit it if he likes someone or feels pity. Keenan often attacks than protect, but at certain times in his lifetime, he has, and probably will still do, stood up for a dog and battled for him. He feels sympathy for dogs who are getting bullied and attacked for no reason. Mostly because he lives to protect, and sometimes can't stand watching someone get hurt. -Unless the animal deserves it- Indubitably, he's fine when he does it. Keenan doesn't trust easily, but if they are determined enough to be his buddy he will accept them. Sad that he doesn't show his compassion easily. X3 Yet when it comes to the point where they are in serious business he will vouch and stick up for them.


    Appearance(Pic required): A heavy built, muscular European Doberman.
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    Crush/Mate: Nobody, as for right now.


    Other: Canine

  • _-The Black Rain Pack-_ -Signups-


    A muscular wolf stood on a ledge, his rippling fur twisting in the breeze. He suddenly turned his head to you, his face calm and collected. Steam swirled from the bottom of his paws, then his paws became fire, and soon followed the rest of his body. "Hello."


    Hello, and welcome to the sign ups for the pack Black Rain! This is a pack with special powers!


    This role-play is..I guess you could say 'revamp' of an old role-play a friend and I had


    Rules

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    Ranks

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    The Dens And Lanscape

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    The Form

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    My Forms


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    Screen-name: Arkota


    Dog Name: "Name's Keenan."


    Gender: "Are you mentally blind?" - Male


    Age: "3 years and 1 months to be precise."


    Appearance(pic/description): A heavy built, muscular European Doberman.


    Personality(I allow 'find out in rp'): Oh, how to explain him. This brute is as flirty as they get, hitting on any female that comes into view. (Of course, pregnant females or ones with mates are out of the question.) At times Keenan is self-centered, thinking only about himself. Surprisingly, he is quite intelective, thinking things through in every option. Though when it comes to a time when there isn't time, he picks one randomly. He has a slightly heavier built, but that doesn't stop him from making quick battle moves. He gets inflamed very easily, and keeps the anger balled up inside of him until he explodes. The brute has a sly tongue, his tone always in a coaxing manner that persuades many dogs to do his bidding. He is a trickster to the core, and has been called Foxy many a times. Keenan is very sarcastic, and hardly ever serious, unless, he is told to by a higher rank. He is a closed book when the conversation comes to his past. But if the dog really wants to know, he will tell them.


    Desired Rank: "Soldier."


    Mate(?): "I am really considering to answer that question with 'Your Mom', but I don't want the burden of you."


    Crush(?): "Every female there is."


    Pups(?): "Do YOU think I have pups?"


    Other: Indigo


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    Keenan drowsily opened his eyes, the sun blaring down making him immediately close them. A few seconds passed before he opened them in a squint, looking around at his surrounding while his eyes slowly adjusted to the sun. He raised his body slightly so he could roll out of the small box he had claimed a few nights before. The brute raised up to his full height and stretched, his rump in the air and his paws splayed do out in front of him. He then grunted, got up, shook his short fur out, and finally looked around at the wakening dogs. His stomach growled when Bandit passed, but ignored the food and only gave a faint nod of respect before trotting his way out of the alley and into the city.

  • _-The Black Rain Pack-_ -Signups-

    Echowing0209@, you need at least two weaknesses, and I'd rather have you use the form given.
    DieJadePrinz@, Okay, I will reserve Healer, but Fighter is unlimited so you don't need to reserve.
    ☆ Krin The Coffee@, Accepted! I will add your characters in a little bit.

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    Keenan was slowly padding out, his head high as he sniffed the air. The exhaust of cars filled his noes and he snorted in disgust. He suddenly heard the faint sound of claws colliding with the hard cobblestone ground and swiveled his body around, just in time to collide with another dog. The force of the impact made him take a few steps back, before he could steady his footing. He shifted his hostile eyes towards the dog who collided with him. His body relaxed when he saw it was Tempest. "Well well," He said in his usual, silky voice, "Come to say hi?"

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    Sure! c:

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    Keenan watched her go for a few seconds before chuckling and turning around, heading down the street. He saw a few allies here and there, but nothing that awoken his interests. After awhile of loping around, he finally found something that might be worth his time. He headed through a long alley way which lead behind a restaurant. At the back stood three trashcans, two filled to the brim. "Humans. They always get more than they can even eat." He snorted, sniffing at one of the trashcans. He bit into one of the sacks that sat inside, ripping the thin black skin. It immediately spilled it's contents onto the alley floor. He sifted through the garbage, looking for something that might be edible. With no luck he finally nudged the lid of the trashcan off, wincing at the clashing noise it made. He heard shouting before loud footsteps could be audible. The noise got louder before a door opened a few inches away. A skinny, lengthy man stepped out. He had an apron on, which was splattered with a delicious smelling substance. The boy's eyes narrowed at the sight of Keenan, and Keenan gave back the hostile stare. They stood there for awhile, staring at each other, just waiting for the other to look away. They both turned when they heard shouting from inside the restaurant, and the boy gave a quick look back to Keenan before hurrying back inside, banging the door behind him. Keenan smiled smugly before pushing up to his hind legs, his paws braced on the metal trashcan. He grabbed the bag he had tore, and pulled at it, making more rips. The brute kept rummaging through it, frustration growing in him every second that passed by. He was about to go jump to the next trash can when he smelled something interesting. He snuffled away an empty carton of milk and some bags to find some half eaten clumps of pizza crust. He grabbed a few that he could find and pushed off the trashcan, heading back to the Dirty Spoon. In a few minutes of running he slowed down to a lope when he got closer to the alley they stayed in. He rounded the corner and entered it, pausing to look around before settling his eyes on the Mother Dogs. He gently placed the crusts in front of the two, licking his lips as he rose his head. Without a word he past Bella and padded back to his tiny box and settled in front of it, licking his paws.