Post by moonlight on Jun 23, 2008 14:21:01 GMT -5
Name: Rita
Gender: Female (in-tact)
Age: Four
Breed: Some breed of herding dog
Personality: Rita is quite a calm dog. She doesn't like drama queen's, or anyone who is fake. She's usually straight to the point, and if she doesn't like a dog to start with, she'll hold that grudge. She likes dog's who aren't afraid to be who they want, and don't hide things or lie. That's not to say Rita likes every wolf who is honest about themselves, because she's not too keen on arrogant dogs, either. On a lighter note, Rita is quite optimistic, and father than being miserable and pointing out the faults of a situation, she looks on the bright side and thinks logically. Rita isn't a flirt, and although she knows she's quite pretty, she's modest and feels a little awkward if anyone flirts with her, one because she has a mate and will only ever love him, and two because she doesn't like strange males commenting on her looks.
Living out in the countryside, Rita has grown to love the wuiet, simple hassle-free life, and is often telling Loch how wonderful it is, although he never agree's, which makes her feel sad, and it chips her quirky happiness, so she tried not to ask him. As much as she resists, she holds onto the thought that maybe one day the father of her son-to-be pups will come and settle down with her as a family.
It gets on her nerves, too, and makes her feel a little paranoid with him living so far from, it's almost as if he's allowed to run around doing what he likes, leaving his mate to look after his pups, then pop in every now and then. Ofcourse, thats probably not how it is, but she does sometimes get worried about him, and hope he's okay. She also gets worried ,ocassionally, that him being out there looking free and single that lots of femme's are flirting with him, which makes her a little jealous, and although she knows he's faithful, she hopes he doesn't fall for one of their fake flirts one day.
Rita also has a pretty free spirit, and although she loves Darthyn and all her friends in the stary pack to pieces, she hates the busy city life they are surrounded by.
History: When Rita was born, she was torn away from her mother at the tender age of 4 weeks, and given to a family as a christmas present. At first they loved her, playing with her and taking her for walks. But ofcourse this tired the young pup out easily, and they soon got bored, forgetting to feed her and giving her dirty looks, preferring to play cruel tricks on her than actually play with her. These were the children, mind, the parent's had never had any interest in the dog, and ignored her every time she wanted to play. One day the kids decided they no longer wanted Rita, and when she was one year old, they abadoned her.
As she was only one year old, and unknowledgable to the ways of the human world as she had not had her mother's guidance, she was quickly picked off by a dog catcher. They through her in a cell with two other dogs, both large bulky males who were snarled when she went over to say hello.
She found out from an old sheepdog in the cage next to her, that they only keep you for two weeks, before you take 'the walk'.
Rita listened to many stories the other dogs told about 'the walk'. Some said it was were they found a home for you, others that it was were they tortured you for fun. Rita grew to love the old sheepdog as a father, and he taught he many interesting things.
Then one day, a week and a half after Rita had arrived, his cell door was swung open, rough hands grabbed him by the neck and fastened a collar and lead to his neck. The sheepdog was old and feeble abd did not put up a fight, especially as he was a beliaver that at the end of the walk lay the bountiful fields of dog heaven.
They dragged him away, Rita whining softly and pressed against the bars. The door at the end of the corridor slammed shut, and Rita fell back onto her rare. Tears slid down her face, as his scent lingered in the air for the rest of the two weeks. All the other dogs seemed quieter, including the two bullies on the other side of Rita's cell. It seemed loosing the sheep dog had an impact on everyone, except the chiuaua in the end cell, who had been there for two days, and never shut up with his constant yapping and moaning.
Three days later and it was Rita's turn to take 'the walk'. The same rough hands grabbed her by the neck, but they placed a muzzle on her maw, not using any lead or collar, and walked out the cell, the two big dogs growling lowly.
The rough hands had no need for a lead or collar, Rita was light enough anyway. Just before the man was about to open the door at the end of 'the walk', a small boy burst in the other end of the corridor. His huge brown eyes full of joy sough out Rita first, a grin braoding his face.
'That one!' he called, 'Please can we have her, mummy?' asked the boy, turning and looking at the female who had just entered.
'Alright,' she said with a small sigh.
The man stopped walking and turned around, as if wondering if he had heard right. He gingerly placed Rita o nthe floor and took of the muzzle. At lightning speed Rita shot towards the little boy, leaping up and covering him in licks.
And the human and the dog fell in love =)
Then Rita was taken back the the farm yada yada yada, where she met Loch on one of their visits to town for food...
=D
Other: She has a strange love of berries xD Also, she and Loch are in love, and she is pregnant with his pups, but he refuses to come with her to the countryside and live together.
Gender: Female (in-tact)
Age: Four
Breed: Some breed of herding dog
Personality: Rita is quite a calm dog. She doesn't like drama queen's, or anyone who is fake. She's usually straight to the point, and if she doesn't like a dog to start with, she'll hold that grudge. She likes dog's who aren't afraid to be who they want, and don't hide things or lie. That's not to say Rita likes every wolf who is honest about themselves, because she's not too keen on arrogant dogs, either. On a lighter note, Rita is quite optimistic, and father than being miserable and pointing out the faults of a situation, she looks on the bright side and thinks logically. Rita isn't a flirt, and although she knows she's quite pretty, she's modest and feels a little awkward if anyone flirts with her, one because she has a mate and will only ever love him, and two because she doesn't like strange males commenting on her looks.
Living out in the countryside, Rita has grown to love the wuiet, simple hassle-free life, and is often telling Loch how wonderful it is, although he never agree's, which makes her feel sad, and it chips her quirky happiness, so she tried not to ask him. As much as she resists, she holds onto the thought that maybe one day the father of her son-to-be pups will come and settle down with her as a family.
It gets on her nerves, too, and makes her feel a little paranoid with him living so far from, it's almost as if he's allowed to run around doing what he likes, leaving his mate to look after his pups, then pop in every now and then. Ofcourse, thats probably not how it is, but she does sometimes get worried about him, and hope he's okay. She also gets worried ,ocassionally, that him being out there looking free and single that lots of femme's are flirting with him, which makes her a little jealous, and although she knows he's faithful, she hopes he doesn't fall for one of their fake flirts one day.
Rita also has a pretty free spirit, and although she loves Darthyn and all her friends in the stary pack to pieces, she hates the busy city life they are surrounded by.
History: When Rita was born, she was torn away from her mother at the tender age of 4 weeks, and given to a family as a christmas present. At first they loved her, playing with her and taking her for walks. But ofcourse this tired the young pup out easily, and they soon got bored, forgetting to feed her and giving her dirty looks, preferring to play cruel tricks on her than actually play with her. These were the children, mind, the parent's had never had any interest in the dog, and ignored her every time she wanted to play. One day the kids decided they no longer wanted Rita, and when she was one year old, they abadoned her.
As she was only one year old, and unknowledgable to the ways of the human world as she had not had her mother's guidance, she was quickly picked off by a dog catcher. They through her in a cell with two other dogs, both large bulky males who were snarled when she went over to say hello.
She found out from an old sheepdog in the cage next to her, that they only keep you for two weeks, before you take 'the walk'.
Rita listened to many stories the other dogs told about 'the walk'. Some said it was were they found a home for you, others that it was were they tortured you for fun. Rita grew to love the old sheepdog as a father, and he taught he many interesting things.
Then one day, a week and a half after Rita had arrived, his cell door was swung open, rough hands grabbed him by the neck and fastened a collar and lead to his neck. The sheepdog was old and feeble abd did not put up a fight, especially as he was a beliaver that at the end of the walk lay the bountiful fields of dog heaven.
They dragged him away, Rita whining softly and pressed against the bars. The door at the end of the corridor slammed shut, and Rita fell back onto her rare. Tears slid down her face, as his scent lingered in the air for the rest of the two weeks. All the other dogs seemed quieter, including the two bullies on the other side of Rita's cell. It seemed loosing the sheep dog had an impact on everyone, except the chiuaua in the end cell, who had been there for two days, and never shut up with his constant yapping and moaning.
Three days later and it was Rita's turn to take 'the walk'. The same rough hands grabbed her by the neck, but they placed a muzzle on her maw, not using any lead or collar, and walked out the cell, the two big dogs growling lowly.
The rough hands had no need for a lead or collar, Rita was light enough anyway. Just before the man was about to open the door at the end of 'the walk', a small boy burst in the other end of the corridor. His huge brown eyes full of joy sough out Rita first, a grin braoding his face.
'That one!' he called, 'Please can we have her, mummy?' asked the boy, turning and looking at the female who had just entered.
'Alright,' she said with a small sigh.
The man stopped walking and turned around, as if wondering if he had heard right. He gingerly placed Rita o nthe floor and took of the muzzle. At lightning speed Rita shot towards the little boy, leaping up and covering him in licks.
And the human and the dog fell in love =)
Then Rita was taken back the the farm yada yada yada, where she met Loch on one of their visits to town for food...
=D
Other: She has a strange love of berries xD Also, she and Loch are in love, and she is pregnant with his pups, but he refuses to come with her to the countryside and live together.
