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Julia was a pretty social dog. She was born on Rapid River Ranch as a dairy cow herder with her five siblings. The farmer was caught up with his dairy cows calving and never got the chance to train all of the puppies. Julia and one of her brothers were never taught how to herd.
Soon it was time to go to different places and the young Great Pyrenees was sold to a beef cow farmer. She was forced to herd, often without any success and being injured in the process. One day a calf decided to be courageous and charged at Julia. Julia did not back down and instead attacked right back, fatally wounding the calf and feasting on it's corpse. Her owner freaked out and grabbed a gun, firing rapidly as she fled for the hills. Now here she is without anybody to care for her.
Julia is normally a happy spirit, usually taking time and thought on her decisions to make them successful. Normally she is careful not to verbally harm others, whatever she thinks of them, unless your a stranger. She will challenge a stranger at anytime, staying very loyal to whomever treats her with respect. Julia loves pups, she would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. If one dares insult a pup she can get nasty. When she is put in a dangerous situation, such as drowning, she can panic very easily. In other circumstances, such as being attacked by a predator, usually she will defend herself and flee if no one else is with her.
Julia looked to Hunter for support. Before they made any decisions, she needed his opinion. Stay or go... she thought to herself. Stay or go... if they stay, the pups may get killed. If they go, the pups may die of starvation... She'd rather have them die of natural causes then brutally murdered but it wasn't for her to decide. Spinning around the large white dog ducked into the death before whispering quietly to the tensed mother. "Should we chase them off or let them stay?" Please say for them to go...
Julia was a pretty social dog. She was born on Rapid River Ranch as a dairy cow herder with her five siblings. The farmer was caught up with his dairy cows calving and never got the chance to train all of the puppies. Julia and one of her brothers were never taught how to herd.
Soon it was time to go to different places and the young Great Pyrenees was sold to a beef cow farmer. She was forced to herd, often without any success and being injured in the process. One day a calf decided to be courageous and charged at Julia. Julia did not back down and instead attacked right back, fatally wounding the calf and feasting on it's corpse. Her owner freaked out and grabbed a gun, firing rapidly as she fled for the hills. Now here she is without anybody to care for her.
Julia is normally a happy spirit, usually taking time and thought on her decisions to make them successful. Normally she is careful not to verbally harm others, whatever she thinks of them, unless your a stranger. She will challenge a stranger at anytime, staying very loyal to whomever treats her with respect. Julia loves pups, she would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. If one dares insult a pup she can get nasty. When she is put in a dangerous situation, such as drowning, she can panic very easily. In other circumstances, such as being attacked by a predator, usually she will defend herself and flee if no one else is with her.
Julia backed out of the den as Hunter announced his decision. She looked to him with her head lower mouthing 'thank you' as she could not come to a decision herself. His plan was reasonable, they could stay but they would be executed if they came near the pups. Probably by the mother's jaws if anyone's. Julia's hackles raised as she was snapped out of thoughts and she ended up looking just past the three. A coyote stood there with it's head low and tail tucked. It was just investigating and the large white dog did not want to kill it, but she knew it was a huge threat to the pups. They couldn't just chase it off, it would just come back. If they gave it a good beating it would still get away and possibly find a 'friend' and make more little problems. Killing was the only option. Nudging Hunter lightly with her nose, she came up with an idea. "We should let them prove obedient by ordering them to dispose of this... pest." she whispered quietly while beckoning toward the coyote with her head.
Julia was a pretty social dog. She was born on Rapid River Ranch as a dairy cow herder with her five siblings. The farmer was caught up with his dairy cows calving and never got the chance to train all of the puppies. Julia and one of her brothers were never taught how to herd.
Soon it was time to go to different places and the young Great Pyrenees was sold to a beef cow farmer. She was forced to herd, often without any success and being injured in the process. One day a calf decided to be courageous and charged at Julia. Julia did not back down and instead attacked right back, fatally wounding the calf and feasting on it's corpse. Her owner freaked out and grabbed a gun, firing rapidly as she fled for the hills. Now here she is without anybody to care for her.
Julia is normally a happy spirit, usually taking time and thought on her decisions to make them successful. Normally she is careful not to verbally harm others, whatever she thinks of them, unless your a stranger. She will challenge a stranger at anytime, staying very loyal to whomever treats her with respect. Julia loves pups, she would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. If one dares insult a pup she can get nasty. When she is put in a dangerous situation, such as drowning, she can panic very easily. In other circumstances, such as being attacked by a predator, usually she will defend herself and flee if no one else is with her.
Julia nodded with approval, fangs flashing for a warning she would not hesitate to reinforce the order. She should be making more decisions like this, it would help all of the pack. Pack. She thought of it as a pack. A pack without a leader. Looking to Hunter, she thought to herself. He would be the best one to lead us... It seems he is much quicker with decisions and possibly had experience with leading before. Hunter was the obvious choice. She was not ready, and wasn't going to be ready in a while.
Julia was a pretty social dog. She was born on Rapid River Ranch as a dairy cow herder with her five siblings. The farmer was caught up with his dairy cows calving and never got the chance to train all of the puppies. Julia and one of her brothers were never taught how to herd.
Soon it was time to go to different places and the young Great Pyrenees was sold to a beef cow farmer. She was forced to herd, often without any success and being injured in the process. One day a calf decided to be courageous and charged at Julia. Julia did not back down and instead attacked right back, fatally wounding the calf and feasting on it's corpse. Her owner freaked out and grabbed a gun, firing rapidly as she fled for the hills. Now here she is without anybody to care for her.
Julia is normally a happy spirit, usually taking time and thought on her decisions to make them successful. Normally she is careful not to verbally harm others, whatever she thinks of them, unless your a stranger. She will challenge a stranger at anytime, staying very loyal to whomever treats her with respect. Julia loves pups, she would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. If one dares insult a pup she can get nasty. When she is put in a dangerous situation, such as drowning, she can panic very easily. In other circumstances, such as being attacked by a predator, usually she will defend herself and flee if no one else is with her.
Julia sighed as the males finished off the coyote before looking to the female named Nala. "There is no point in backstabbing at this point, but if you wish to leave feel free. Oh, and we can catch our own food. Unlike some dogs that seemed to bark more than bite." The Great Pyrenees yawned and stretched doing her best to hide the smirk that crept onto her face. Looking to Hunter she perked her ears slightly. "Should we let her go on her own? With that attitude I don't think she wants to come back." It was clear the two weren't fond of each other but it seemed they were just trying to provoke the 'opponent.'
Julia was a pretty social dog. She was born on Rapid River Ranch as a dairy cow herder with her five siblings. The farmer was caught up with his dairy cows calving and never got the chance to train all of the puppies. Julia and one of her brothers were never taught how to herd.
Soon it was time to go to different places and the young Great Pyrenees was sold to a beef cow farmer. She was forced to herd, often without any success and being injured in the process. One day a calf decided to be courageous and charged at Julia. Julia did not back down and instead attacked right back, fatally wounding the calf and feasting on it's corpse. Her owner freaked out and grabbed a gun, firing rapidly as she fled for the hills. Now here she is without anybody to care for her.
Julia is normally a happy spirit, usually taking time and thought on her decisions to make them successful. Normally she is careful not to verbally harm others, whatever she thinks of them, unless your a stranger. She will challenge a stranger at anytime, staying very loyal to whomever treats her with respect. Julia loves pups, she would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. If one dares insult a pup she can get nasty. When she is put in a dangerous situation, such as drowning, she can panic very easily. In other circumstances, such as being attacked by a predator, usually she will defend herself and flee if no one else is with her.
[fancyimage]http://leapingwatersfarm.com/w…farm/images/bg-img-07.jpg[/fancyimage] "You're Zelda, right?" Julia's attention drifted to the black dog with the accent, her tongue lolling from her jaws. Pinning her ears back in embarrassment she sighed. "Sorry about being rude, pups are everything to me." Realizing what she said she opened her mouth to speak but it was too late. Well, she could try to save what she said. "I don't have any myself but I'd-..." Stupid stupid stupid! How could she say she'd liked to have some?! Somebody would think she was desperate! Julia whined in distress and looked out into the forest. "I'm going to go hunt." Taking off without another word she fled and disappeared down into a dip.
Lynxkit nodded with a smile and looked around the nursery. There was a lose clump of moss just near the entrance and it was a bigger and better target, shaped like a mouse. Maybe if she brought it to the elder's den they would even think it was a mouse! Keeping low to the ground she slipped in between the nests like a snake, and once close enough she pounced. Sweeping the 'mouse ball' toward her with her left paw, Lynkit landed a sharp quick blow to the top of the mouse where she presumed the head would be. Grabbing it with her sharp needle like teeth, she whipped around and flung the mouse ball across the nursery where it sailed over the nests and thumped into the stone wall. "Like that?" she asked Amberkit. Obviously you wouldn't fit a mouse and use Lynxkit's battle move like that, but it didn't stop her from playing.
Julia was a pretty social dog. She was born on Rapid River Ranch as a dairy cow herder with her five siblings. The farmer was caught up with his dairy cows calving and never got the chance to train all of the puppies. Julia and one of her brothers were never taught how to herd.
Soon it was time to go to different places and the young Great Pyrenees was sold to a beef cow farmer. She was forced to herd, often without any success and being injured in the process. One day a calf decided to be courageous and charged at Julia. Julia did not back down and instead attacked right back, fatally wounding the calf and feasting on it's corpse. Her owner freaked out and grabbed a gun, firing rapidly as she fled for the hills. Now here she is without anybody to care for her.
Julia is normally a happy spirit, usually taking time and thought on her decisions to make them successful. Normally she is careful not to verbally harm others, whatever she thinks of them, unless your a stranger. She will challenge a stranger at anytime, staying very loyal to whomever treats her with respect. Julia loves pups, she would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. If one dares insult a pup she can get nasty. When she is put in a dangerous situation, such as drowning, she can panic very easily. In other circumstances, such as being attacked by a predator, usually she will defend herself and flee if no one else is with her.
[fancyimage]http://leapingwatersfarm.com/w…farm/images/bg-img-07.jpg[/fancyimage] Julia was too far gone to hear Zelda. Racing off through the trees clumsily, the ground suddenly disappeared before her paws and she fell over the bank of a shallow creek. Her paws slipping on the stones, she scrambled to regain her balance before bending over and lapping at the freezing cold water. The large white she-dog spun around and launched herself upward, struggling to climb back up the bank. Just making it Julia shook snow from her pelt then resumed her hunt. Inhaling the cold Alaskan air she picked out a scent that was the most interesting for her. She followed the scent trail until she came across something unexpected. A lynx was attacking a raccoon, gripping it with unsheathed claws and slashing down it's back with it's hind claws. The raccoon was screaming and making a fuss but it's cries were fading as it began to weaken. Finally the lynx released the prize and examined it proudly. Julia knew this was the perfect chance and plunged through the snow towards the feline. The lynx's head snapped up as it watched the Great Pyrenees come closer. It struggled to get a grip on the raccoon but Julia had already arrived. Slashing out in defense, the cat's claws connected with her cheek making her stumble backwards and yelp with pain. This didn't affect her for too long. The canine lunged forward and bit into the lynx's foreleg, receiving a couple blows to the head from the lynx's free paw. Julia released it's leg and it whirled around and shot off into the forest, leaving it prize behind. Picking up the raccoon in satisfaction, the large white dog set off for the rest of the pack.
Julia was a pretty social dog. She was born on Rapid River Ranch as a dairy cow herder with her five siblings. The farmer was caught up with his dairy cows calving and never got the chance to train all of the puppies. Julia and one of her brothers were never taught how to herd.
Soon it was time to go to different places and the young Great Pyrenees was sold to a beef cow farmer. She was forced to herd, often without any success and being injured in the process. One day a calf decided to be courageous and charged at Julia. Julia did not back down and instead attacked right back, fatally wounding the calf and feasting on it's corpse. Her owner freaked out and grabbed a gun, firing rapidly as she fled for the hills. Now here she is without anybody to care for her.
Julia is normally a happy spirit, usually taking time and thought on her decisions to make them successful. Normally she is careful not to verbally harm others, whatever she thinks of them, unless your a stranger. She will challenge a stranger at anytime, staying very loyal to whomever treats her with respect. Julia loves pups, she would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. If one dares insult a pup she can get nasty. When she is put in a dangerous situation, such as drowning, she can panic very easily. In other circumstances, such as being attacked by a predator, usually she will defend herself and flee if no one else is with her.
Using the small trail she made before, Julia carried the raccoon back with muffled pants. Dropping it just outside the den, she collapsed in exhaustion and licked the blood from her pads. Her pads were bleeding, her nose was scratched and the fur on her head was ruffled but other than that she was fine. Mother nature only gave her minor blows. She wasn't hungry enough to eat yet so she got back up and took the raccoon over to a small dip, kicking snow over it before once more settling next to the den.
Julia was a pretty social dog. She was born on Rapid River Ranch as a dairy cow herder with her five siblings. The farmer was caught up with his dairy cows calving and never got the chance to train all of the puppies. Julia and one of her brothers were never taught how to herd.
Soon it was time to go to different places and the young Great Pyrenees was sold to a beef cow farmer. She was forced to herd, often without any success and being injured in the process. One day a calf decided to be courageous and charged at Julia. Julia did not back down and instead attacked right back, fatally wounding the calf and feasting on it's corpse. Her owner freaked out and grabbed a gun, firing rapidly as she fled for the hills. Now here she is without anybody to care for her.
Julia is normally a happy spirit, usually taking time and thought on her decisions to make them successful. Normally she is careful not to verbally harm others, whatever she thinks of them, unless your a stranger. She will challenge a stranger at anytime, staying very loyal to whomever treats her with respect. Julia loves pups, she would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. If one dares insult a pup she can get nasty. When she is put in a dangerous situation, such as drowning, she can panic very easily. In other circumstances, such as being attacked by a predator, usually she will defend herself and flee if no one else is with her.
Julia watched the dogs rush out of the den, perking her ears with interest. Hunter came out of the den and noticed one of the pups missing, which alerted the Great Pyrenees. "All I know is they ran out of the den calling Dean." Even though she wasn't informed she knew Dean was one of the three puppies. "They headed that way," she informed, tossing her muzzle in the direction of their trail. "Maybe they found him."
Julia was a pretty social dog. She was born on Rapid River Ranch as a dairy cow herder with her five siblings. The farmer was caught up with his dairy cows calving and never got the chance to train all of the puppies. Julia and one of her brothers were never taught how to herd.
Soon it was time to go to different places and the young Great Pyrenees was sold to a beef cow farmer. She was forced to herd, often without any success and being injured in the process. One day a calf decided to be courageous and charged at Julia. Julia did not back down and instead attacked right back, fatally wounding the calf and feasting on it's corpse. Her owner freaked out and grabbed a gun, firing rapidly as she fled for the hills. Now here she is without anybody to care for her.
Julia is normally a happy spirit, usually taking time and thought on her decisions to make them successful. Normally she is careful not to verbally harm others, whatever she thinks of them, unless your a stranger. She will challenge a stranger at anytime, staying very loyal to whomever treats her with respect. Julia loves pups, she would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. If one dares insult a pup she can get nasty. When she is put in a dangerous situation, such as drowning, she can panic very easily. In other circumstances, such as being attacked by a predator, usually she will defend herself and flee if no one else is with her.
[fancyimage]http://leapingwatersfarm.com/w…farm/images/bg-img-07.jpg[/fancyimage] Julia stood up and picked up the raccoon, slowly trudging into the cave. She laid down beside the scared pup and pressed her nose to his hind quarters. "It okay little pup." The large white she-dog nuzzled his back before standing back up and sitting by the entrance. "Nothing is going to get into this den little pup. I won't let the biggest creature in the world get in." Obviously Julia would have struggles keeping the grizzly at bay if it did come over here, but no way was she going to let that big ol' mean sow get Dean.
Julia was a pretty social dog. She was born on Rapid River Ranch as a dairy cow herder with her five siblings. The farmer was caught up with his dairy cows calving and never got the chance to train all of the puppies. Julia and one of her brothers were never taught how to herd.
Soon it was time to go to different places and the young Great Pyrenees was sold to a beef cow farmer. She was forced to herd, often without any success and being injured in the process. One day a calf decided to be courageous and charged at Julia. Julia did not back down and instead attacked right back, fatally wounding the calf and feasting on it's corpse. Her owner freaked out and grabbed a gun, firing rapidly as she fled for the hills. Now here she is without anybody to care for her.
Julia is normally a happy spirit, usually taking time and thought on her decisions to make them successful. Normally she is careful not to verbally harm others, whatever she thinks of them, unless your a stranger. She will challenge a stranger at anytime, staying very loyal to whomever treats her with respect. Julia loves pups, she would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. If one dares insult a pup she can get nasty. When she is put in a dangerous situation, such as drowning, she can panic very easily. In other circumstances, such as being attacked by a predator, usually she will defend herself and flee if no one else is with her.
[fancyimage]http://leapingwatersfarm.com/w…farm/images/bg-img-07.jpg[/fancyimage] Julia gazed out the entrance, hearing the bear huff hesitantly as she lumbered into her den. Nudging the tumbling and tossing pups she shooed them to the back of the den. "Go along little pups. It is warmer in the back." That wasn't exactly true but Julia didn't want to be where the bear could see them anymore. Plus the raccoon was at the back in the corner and she could feed the pups, if they wanted to try meat. If they didn't she would have to get the mother, maybe occupy the pups with a raccoon tail to play with while she was gone.
Julia was a pretty social dog. She was born on Rapid River Ranch as a dairy cow herder with her five siblings. The farmer was caught up with his dairy cows calving and never got the chance to train all of the puppies. Julia and one of her brothers were never taught how to herd.
Soon it was time to go to different places and the young Great Pyrenees was sold to a beef cow farmer. She was forced to herd, often without any success and being injured in the process. One day a calf decided to be courageous and charged at Julia. Julia did not back down and instead attacked right back, fatally wounding the calf and feasting on it's corpse. Her owner freaked out and grabbed a gun, firing rapidly as she fled for the hills. Now here she is without anybody to care for her.
Julia is normally a happy spirit, usually taking time and thought on her decisions to make them successful. Normally she is careful not to verbally harm others, whatever she thinks of them, unless your a stranger. She will challenge a stranger at anytime, staying very loyal to whomever treats her with respect. Julia loves pups, she would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. If one dares insult a pup she can get nasty. When she is put in a dangerous situation, such as drowning, she can panic very easily. In other circumstances, such as being attacked by a predator, usually she will defend herself and flee if no one else is with her.
[fancyimage]http://leapingwatersfarm.com/w…farm/images/bg-img-07.jpg[/fancyimage] Julia scooted to the back of the den, settling down on her stomach and ripping the hide of the raccoon open. Striping a piece of the meat away, she nudged it to the pups. "Try this," she paused before adding. "If you try it you can use me as your personal mountain to climb on." For now the large white dog just wanted to get there mind of the attack, and the fact that their mother was gone and nowhere to be seen. It wasn't fun to be alone, but they are not alone, she corrected herself. They have me, and Hunter, and Zelda. Maybe that malamute too. Julia finally seemed to accept Nala when she defended the pups. Perhaps this was the start of a pack. No bear would come near them then.
Written appearance: Iriska is mainly dark greyish-brown and white but has a brown tinged muzzle strip and fore paw tips. Her neck is a lighter shade of grey with a stripe the same colour of her neck coming down just behind her shoulders. The back of her ears are also a light brown that sprout into a small patch that turns to white. Iriska has a white chin that curls up and around her snout ending at the brown strip that starts at her nose. Her eyes are a dark yellow that fades to orange around the edges. The greyish-brown of Iriska's pelt stretches down to the outside of her legs that quickly fade into a bright white. Her tail is curled around to the left flank with the top being a dark grey with a black tip and the bottom being completely white. Her pelt is the common colour of the Jämthund(I can't explain EVERYTHING XD).
Personality: Iriska is a generally calm dog, strict with others with her motto being 'Earn it to deserve it.' She can handle pressured situations well but can become impatient if one dogs the wrong thing over and over. The Swedish Elkhound is fairly suited for pack life but wouldn't do well if placed in a lower rank like Omega. She likes to be in control, but doesn't believe she would do well as alpha. Iriska likes to have a dog to look up too and to be lead by. Rarely does she snap. If she does, usually she has a good reason. She is normally good with pups but needs her occasional space from all canines. Iriska isn't heartless at all. If something goes wrong and another dog is injured, she won't become impatient but just upset. More that the dog was injured than that something went terribly wrong. Even though she is more than often a serious dog, Iriska doesnt mind cracking a few jokes here and there.
History: "The past is not to dwell on, but if it is required I will speak. I was your typical sled dog, the lead dog, fed well and treated well by my original owner. Then I was sold when the human had no more money to keep us alive. Me and my team were sent to some cruel beast, forcing up to pull huge loads and having no mercy or sypathy when we failed. It was terrible and we couldn't stand it. The whole team launched an attack on the human, and we tore him to shreds. We were in a town, so the people watched us. Some man came up with a rifle and we all struggled to get away, still attached to the sled. He killed three of us but at one point accidently shot the rope tying us to the sled. We ran off into the forest and tore off the ropes that pulled us together, with the dead bodies as well. I became in charge but after a fued about a scrawny little lynx, we all split up. Thats how I ended up here."
Strengths: Iriska has a thick pelt, providing shelter and armor from attacks. She has a large build and a mind for determination, proving to be sucessful often. Her muscles provide her with strong legs that help her pick up speed on chases and she can run a long time at low speeds, but she can overheat pretty easily and sometimes her stubborn mind will give in.
Weaknesses: Iriska isnt the most graceful agile dog more using her brute force than anything, making her easy to attack for quick dogs. She can be quite oblivious if distracted, such as other dogs stealing her prey. Iriska would more be going for the dogs than protecting her prey.
Good traits: -Determination -Obediant(to higher ranks) -Respect
Bad traits: -Determination -Distracted easily
Disorders: None
Anyone you like: "Zayne is interesting, Castiel as well. Kavick is probably the most handsome."
Are you single....or no: "Single... and looking."
Any children: "Perhaps I would like some before I get too old."
Where is your family: "I don't know where any of them are. I was sold before my eyes were open."
Have you ever mated before(Weird questions..): "Well no."
Rp sample:(Taken from my other dog, Julia) Julia tumbled down the slope face first, the snow behind her hued red. Her body jerked to a stop as a rock caught her mangled body. She was motionless and only faint breathing and quiet whimpers alerted nearby animals she was alive. Her eyes were barely open as she blinked blood away to end up looking to the starry sky. It was deep into the night and the sky was lit up with what she believed to be her ancestors. The wolf spirits that ruled the wild, and those wolf spirits was what got her into this mess. Julia was lucky to escape like this, let alone her life. She was never going to forget those glowing yellow eyes that seemed to stare right through her. The Great Pyrenees lifted her head weakly, blinking once more to see if that changed anything. No, it was still night and she was still vulnerable. Julia let her eyes snap close and sleep engulfed her within moments. The question was if she was going to wake up to see another day.
Other: I want to join because I've been roleplaying as Julia and thought I might wanna make another dog because this thread is AWESOME! Oh and Iriska is kinda elderly. When I think of her I think of Mousefur the elder from Thunderclan. XD
"The past is not to dwell on, but if it is required I will speak. I was your typical sled dog, the lead dog, fed well and treated well by my original owner. Then I was sold when the human had no more money to keep us alive. Me and my team were sent to some cruel beast, forcing up to pull huge loads and having no mercy or sypathy when we failed. It was terrible and we couldn't stand it. The whole team launched an attack on the human, and we tore him to shreds. We were in a town, so the people watched us. Some man came up with a rifle and we all struggled to get away, still attached to the sled. He killed three of us but at one point accidently shot the rope tying us to the sled. We ran off into the forest and tore off the ropes that pulled us together, with the dead bodies as well. I became in charge but after a fued about a scrawny little lynx, we all split up. Thats how I ended up here."
Iriska is a generally calm dog, strict with others with her motto being 'Earn it to deserve it.' She can handle pressured situations well but can become impatient if one dogs the wrong thing over and over. The Swedish Elkhound is fairly suited for pack life but wouldn't do well if placed in a lower rank like Omega. She likes to be in control, but doesn't believe she would do well as alpha. Iriska likes to have a dog to look up too and to be lead by. Rarely does she snap. If she does, usually she has a good reason. She is normally good with pups but needs her occasional space from all canines. Iriska isn't heartless at all. If something goes wrong and another dog is injured, she won't become impatient but just upset. More that the dog was injured than that something went terribly wrong. Even though she is more than often a serious dog, Iriska doesn't mind cracking a few jokes here and there. Normally not often, but it can happen, Iriska will flirt. Sometimes it can be with multiple brutes at one time. If she has her eyes locked on somebody though, she will strive to get him to like her.
IC Iriska's voice echoed through the trees as she pursued the intruder that stole her meal. She had no hope in getting it back, for it already snatched it and buried it somewhere in the snow. The Swedish Elkhound was taking a nap when the coyote came back looking for the rest, the rest she had already eaten. It was no use in catching up to the coyote, it ran on top of the crusted snow while she lumbered through. Finally stopping she barked one more powerful bark to the scavenger. "If I ever catch you or your kind back again your head will be at my paws before you can say 'sorry'!"
-“I'm a moose, just kidding. Probably one of your best trackers, a Bavarian Mountain Hound.”-
-ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ-
-“I had a mother named Stella and a father named Hunter. I wasn’t the only one in the litter, having two younger brothers named Loren and Jack.”-
-ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ(3+sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇs)-
-“It’s personal, only dogs close to me will know.”-
Moose was born out in a shed on a farm along with her two brothers, Loren and Jack. She was raised by her parents Stella and Hunter with their master's knowing. The trio were taught strictly but fairly about manners, respect, and most important; hunting. It was mainly tracking, but somehow Moose, Loren, and Jack transformed it into hunting practice. Training was finished and the one year old hounds were allowed to roam the farm, not realizing the trouble they were to cause ahead.
From attacking piglets to chasing the cows the farmer could not stand these ones anymore. He confined Moose and her brothers to the house until he could smack some sense into them. After several months they were released from their prison. It was when they killed a piglet that the owner had no choice but to sell them.
So far away from her siblings and parents, Moose was sent away to Italy to a wealthy family with multiple kids. She wasn't too fond of the kids and often sent warnings to them, growling, baring her teeth, charging. All of her signs were ignored and Moose was repeatedly annoyed, ears pulled, tail squeezed. The hound had enough, and that was clearly shown when she latched her jaws on the hand of a thirteen year old boy.
Moose was kicked out into the yard, the gate wide open. It was her chance, her chance to escape from this chaos and mayhem. She took it and ran far away from the place, ending up in the ruins of Pompeii. No children, no anything to bother her. [/fancypost]
Moose does not have an unusual temperament. All depending on the situation, her mood can change instantly. Most of the time she is neutral and friendly, then when somebody gets on her nerves she can be pushed over the edge. Like all dogs she has multiple sides to her personality. I’ll talk about several.
Intelligent may be a word that comes to mind, but Moose is barely above average. She is quickly-thinking and reacts well but that is because she has been through enough situations to know how to react. Even though normally she can make a decision quickly, when faced with a situation new to her she can struggle to figure out what to do. Once she does come to a conclusion, it can be too late. Either some dog else figured it out or the problem was solved by itself.
Her agressive side is rarely shown but it is there. Moose tends to be relaxed and calm, not often does she lose her temper and usually she has a good reason too. Since she isn't the best fighter, this hound tends to avoid fighting and keeps the boundary at threats, unless she is challenged of course. It takes a lot to get her to this point so it is only shown towards the most annoying and stupid creature that can't take a hint. To add to her agression, Moose can get really protective toward someone she likes. If one is threatening to attack a mother, elder, pup, or other vunerable canine the hound can get protective, trying to be provoked or not.
Once again, Moose is one of those more relaxed canines. She likes to sunbathe and most of the time she is in a calm, solemn, state. Never is she really depressed but like all dogs saddening things can happen and change her mood from relaxed to trouble. If something does trouble her she likes to speak her mind and talk out her problems which are normally either minor or solved quickly.
Here and there the playful side of Moose pops up. If she is bored and nothing is needed to be done, she can bring out the playful and sweet side. More than often she is roaming around looking for a job to help out others. Other times she can be avoiding a job completely for either a nap or to spend some quality time with someone. When scolded she takes it in as a valuable lesson as to not to do it again or anything close to it unless ordered to. Moose prefers to get on someone's good side so if she is in trouble and needing support she has loyal friends at her side. If someone does something against her, it takes her a long time to trust that canine again. The hound prefers if she wasn't the one to announce her crush if she did in fact get one. If she does become desperate enough and can't keep her mouth shut, Moose will admit her feelings. She isn't the most romantic and doesn't think she is either, so she more focuses on loyalty than anything else.
-ʟɪᴋᴇs-
-“Trying to impress me with something I like? Not going to happen.”-
-snow -water -fetching -tracking -chasing
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-“These are things I shouldn’t even mention.”-
-human children -cats -snakes -massive wide open spaces -teeny tiny tight spaces
Thanks guys. I remember scrolling across the list of dog breeds on wiki for another roleplay. The breed was awesome but didn't fit the setting and I continued to look. When I came across this roleplay I thought back to the breed and immediately chose her as my dog to apply with.
Username: SnowshoeSniper Activity Level Here(Scale 1-10): 7-10 or 8-10 [size=36pt]Cabela[/size] Age: Eight Months Gender: Female Breed: West Siberian Laika Appearance: Cabela is a wolf gray West Siberian Laika. Her pelt is various tones including, creamy white, grey, brown, and black. Her tail is curved in a 'fish hook' like position, instead of the common curled tail. P.S. It would be quite difficult to explain the placement of all her colours so the pictures provided are more useful instead(mainly the one below). [img width=510 height=341]http://www.spineusart.be/wests…as-in-de-sneeuw-20121.jpg[/img] Personality: Cabela is a mainly friendly and respectful dog, usually sticking close to her friend's side. The wolf-like dog tends to get bored easily and looks for a friend to play with. Once you get it out of her, Cabela can be the funniest and happiest dog you've ever met. One minute she can be trying to act quiet, the next minute she exploding with energy. When meeting new canines normally she is hesitant to introduce herself, but once the dog settles in and she understands a little bit more about him/her she can be very welcoming. History: Cabela was a hunting dog cooped up in a fenced in yard. She was getting hungrier and hungrier and one day decided she was to escape. She dug a hole until the fence until it was big enough for her to squeeze under. The hunting dog ran into the forest and swore to never come into contact with humans again. Rank wanted: Delta Mate/Crush/Pups: None/Let's she who she meets/Nope Other: Salvation [img width=510 height=408]http://www.laikabreeds.com/graphics/wsl_male.jpg[/img]
Julia was a pretty social dog. She was born on Rapid River Ranch as a dairy cow herder with her five siblings. The farmer was caught up with his dairy cows calving and never got the chance to train all of the puppies. Julia and one of her brothers were never taught how to herd.
Soon it was time to go to different places and the young Great Pyrenees was sold to a beef cow farmer. She was forced to herd, often without any success and being injured in the process. One day a calf decided to be courageous and charged at Julia. Julia did not back down and instead attacked right back, fatally wounding the calf and feasting on it's corpse. Her owner freaked out and grabbed a gun, firing rapidly as she fled for the hills. Now here she is without anybody to care for her.
Julia is normally a happy spirit, usually taking time and thought on her decisions to make them successful. Normally she is careful not to verbally harm others, whatever she thinks of them, unless your a stranger. She will challenge a stranger at anytime, staying very loyal to whomever treats her with respect. Julia loves pups, she would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. If one dares insult a pup she can get nasty. When she is put in a dangerous situation, such as drowning, she can panic very easily. In other circumstances, such as being attacked by a predator, usually she will defend herself and flee if no one else is with her.
IC Julia got up and scrambled after Tammy, nudging the snow apart to find her. Picking her up by the scruff, she brought her back into the den and let her go back to her siblings. Flopping to her stomach she nudged the red meat to Dean. "It's very yummy." As she watched the puppies jump about she wagged her tail in delight. Puppies, puppies she could help look after. It was a start, even though she wanted puppies of her own.
"The past is not to dwell on, but if it is required I will speak. I was your typical sled dog, the lead dog, fed well and treated well by my original owner. Then I was sold when the human had no more money to keep us alive. Me and my team were sent to some cruel beast, forcing up to pull huge loads and having no mercy or sypathy when we failed. It was terrible and we couldn't stand it. The whole team launched an attack on the human, and we tore him to shreds. We were in a town, so the people watched us. Some man came up with a rifle and we all struggled to get away, still attached to the sled. He killed three of us but at one point accidently shot the rope tying us to the sled. We ran off into the forest and tore off the ropes that pulled us together, with the dead bodies as well. I became in charge but after a fued about a scrawny little lynx, we all split up. Thats how I ended up here."
Iriska is a generally calm dog, strict with others with her motto being 'Earn it to deserve it.' She can handle pressured situations well but can become impatient if one dogs the wrong thing over and over. The Swedish Elkhound is fairly suited for pack life but wouldn't do well if placed in a lower rank like Omega. She likes to be in control, but doesn't believe she would do well as alpha. Iriska likes to have a dog to look up too and to be lead by. Rarely does she snap. If she does, usually she has a good reason. She is normally good with pups but needs her occasional space from all canines. Iriska isn't heartless at all. If something goes wrong and another dog is injured, she won't become impatient but just upset. More that the dog was injured than that something went terribly wrong. Even though she is more than often a serious dog, Iriska doesn't mind cracking a few jokes here and there. Normally not often, but it can happen, Iriska will flirt. Sometimes it can be with multiple brutes at one time. If she has her eyes locked on somebody though, she will strive to get him to like her.
IC Iriska trudged through the white wonderland, licking up snow as she went along. She lost a lot of energy in the chase and needed to find a spot to rest. The large hunting dog thought she heard voices in the distance, along with dark blobs just at the edge of her vision, but she was too exhausted to investigate. Flopping down in the snow, she disappeared out of view and fell asleep with her paws over her muzzle.
