Post by Noodle! on Jun 27, 2008 19:50:55 GMT -5
Name: Damacre
Gender: Intact Female
Age: Three
Breed: Amstaff/Pit Mix
Personality: Damacre's heart contains naught but controlled chaos; constant inner turmoil. Quiet, reserved, yet strong; her appearance is firm and intimidating, but misleading for within she is alone and broken. She finds herself able to trust other strays somewhat easily, but pets and humans are on her hit list. She refuses to bring herself very close to human contact, and sometimes she suffers because of it. The insecurities that plague her are unimaginable, but she never searches for a show of pity, in fact, she despises such displays. She is blessed with physical strength; massive jaws are powerful beyond compare, but cursed with self-doubt, -hate, and the untrue reputation of a mankiller.
History: Born like some of the unfortunates of her breed to owners looking for money in fights, Damacre was not raised by loving parents. Her mother was a starved creature with a champagne colored coat and dull golden eyes. She spoke words in riddles and repetition, flinching always at a human’s hand. Her brothers were abused as they were raised to become like their father, a prized fighter in the hideous backyard battles egged on by gamblers. A bloody sport that her father reveled in and enjoyed beyond normality or sanity. The father of her litter was a large, white pitt with blue eyes... Not a beautiful specimen, however, and the breeding was accidental, as it caused mix-breeding in a strictly purebred ring. Damacre herself escaped when her owners were caught and taken away. Damacre and some of her other female siblings fled to the streets, dodging catch-poles and cars, bolting into the cold night of the world. Seperated in the chaos, she doesn't know where exactly her siblings or parents went, but she wanders the streets avoiding the creatures that caused her so much misery: humans.
Appearance: The colors of honey and milk have never blended in such a bittersweet symphony of nature. Her coat is a golden, champagne color, clashing with a light and creamy white chest and belly. The two colors remain pure and constant throughout her whole body while only the very tip of her mouth and nose are black. Thin traces of God’s lipstick and mascara are artfully applied on her face. Her ears curve upwards into unnatural horns that were cropped by human hands. Her back gently slopes down into muscular hindquarters, with an always dominantly raised docked tail, as is expected of a once domesticated dog. Her body is stocky and well built, but she is somewhat taller than what is expected of either of her parent’s breeds. Her eyes are blue, a strange trait for her breed which suggest other influences other than the bull breeds.
Gender: Intact Female
Age: Three
Breed: Amstaff/Pit Mix
Personality: Damacre's heart contains naught but controlled chaos; constant inner turmoil. Quiet, reserved, yet strong; her appearance is firm and intimidating, but misleading for within she is alone and broken. She finds herself able to trust other strays somewhat easily, but pets and humans are on her hit list. She refuses to bring herself very close to human contact, and sometimes she suffers because of it. The insecurities that plague her are unimaginable, but she never searches for a show of pity, in fact, she despises such displays. She is blessed with physical strength; massive jaws are powerful beyond compare, but cursed with self-doubt, -hate, and the untrue reputation of a mankiller.
History: Born like some of the unfortunates of her breed to owners looking for money in fights, Damacre was not raised by loving parents. Her mother was a starved creature with a champagne colored coat and dull golden eyes. She spoke words in riddles and repetition, flinching always at a human’s hand. Her brothers were abused as they were raised to become like their father, a prized fighter in the hideous backyard battles egged on by gamblers. A bloody sport that her father reveled in and enjoyed beyond normality or sanity. The father of her litter was a large, white pitt with blue eyes... Not a beautiful specimen, however, and the breeding was accidental, as it caused mix-breeding in a strictly purebred ring. Damacre herself escaped when her owners were caught and taken away. Damacre and some of her other female siblings fled to the streets, dodging catch-poles and cars, bolting into the cold night of the world. Seperated in the chaos, she doesn't know where exactly her siblings or parents went, but she wanders the streets avoiding the creatures that caused her so much misery: humans.
Appearance: The colors of honey and milk have never blended in such a bittersweet symphony of nature. Her coat is a golden, champagne color, clashing with a light and creamy white chest and belly. The two colors remain pure and constant throughout her whole body while only the very tip of her mouth and nose are black. Thin traces of God’s lipstick and mascara are artfully applied on her face. Her ears curve upwards into unnatural horns that were cropped by human hands. Her back gently slopes down into muscular hindquarters, with an always dominantly raised docked tail, as is expected of a once domesticated dog. Her body is stocky and well built, but she is somewhat taller than what is expected of either of her parent’s breeds. Her eyes are blue, a strange trait for her breed which suggest other influences other than the bull breeds.
