Post by Kroobie on Mar 23, 2009 19:16:01 GMT -5
Name: Yukon
Gender: Male, In-tact
Age: 4
Breed: Saarloos Wolfhound
Stray or Domestic: Stray
Personality: A belligerent being who comes across as slick and boastful to others. Yukon sets his dependence and confidence in no one but himself. But, behind his hostile ego, there is an inquisitive and learned young dog which others fail to see, as he enjoys spending tranquil time reflecting and pondering matters and to help relieve constant tension. As strategic as he may be, his wily ways are often brought short by sudden impulse, as he lacks control over himself at times. It dosn't take much for him to grow a loathing for another and he often greets newcomers with bias and prejudice. Though, he is tolerant of clearly submissive pack-members and will show them false affection to further gain their support. He lives limitlessly and strays from restrictions, but does so in a defiant and often matter-of-fact manner; because of this his loyalty is often questioned.
History: Yukon was born into the realm of underworld dog-fighting. He was kept in an abandoned warehouse along with the others and caged on the sidelines of the makeshift arena; constantly exposed to the savage terrors that's snarls induced shivers, that's barks caused cries, and that's raw power ripped and tore one another to blood-drenched shreads. Unfortunately, life was never long for the dogs who lived here, and injured fighters would constantly have to be replaced with even 'better' dogs. Yukon's father was purchased from a flowery breeder who bred purebreed Saarloos Wolfhounds...the dog-fighters thought it would be 'cool' to fight a dog who resembled a wolf. When Yukon's father has been bred and Yukon was born, he was propelled into the buisness, immediatly injected with steroids and to hopefully be better than his 'failure' of a father, who didn't stand a chance against ravaging pit-bulls. Yukon wanted nothing more than to be the best. He wanted to overcome teasings and break the boundaries, avenging his reputation as well as his bruised and battered father's. One day, thousands of dollars and illegal drugs were on the line in the name of a dog fight, and Yukon was the one chosen to take on the opponent. That single fight had became his last. His opponent had gotten the best of him: he became severly injured, which ruined the reputation he'd worked so hard to attain, and for losing, obtained a beating from his owner which temporarilly crippled him. Terror-stricken, humiliated, hurt and defeated, Yukon never wanted to be reminded of the game again, and escaped from the warehouse the night before he was due to be 'put down' by the bullet of a gun, for the terrible loss that still haunts him to this very day.
Other: Appearence-wise his fur is an off-gold with a creamy-colored undercoat. His eyes, are an icy, light hazel. His forepaws are a darker golden-chestnut color. His body is fleshed out with lean muscle, leaving him agile; his build is on the thinner side and his legs long and tall, but of course his thick fur causes him to seem larger than most. He wears a hefty silver chain around his neck, from a time noted in past-days that he is constantly trying to push away from his thought-process. But, to his advantage, this chain is hidden by his thick fur, and he as well knows that if one ever discovers this secret, he'd be "ruined".
Gender: Male, In-tact
Age: 4
Breed: Saarloos Wolfhound
Stray or Domestic: Stray
Personality: A belligerent being who comes across as slick and boastful to others. Yukon sets his dependence and confidence in no one but himself. But, behind his hostile ego, there is an inquisitive and learned young dog which others fail to see, as he enjoys spending tranquil time reflecting and pondering matters and to help relieve constant tension. As strategic as he may be, his wily ways are often brought short by sudden impulse, as he lacks control over himself at times. It dosn't take much for him to grow a loathing for another and he often greets newcomers with bias and prejudice. Though, he is tolerant of clearly submissive pack-members and will show them false affection to further gain their support. He lives limitlessly and strays from restrictions, but does so in a defiant and often matter-of-fact manner; because of this his loyalty is often questioned.
History: Yukon was born into the realm of underworld dog-fighting. He was kept in an abandoned warehouse along with the others and caged on the sidelines of the makeshift arena; constantly exposed to the savage terrors that's snarls induced shivers, that's barks caused cries, and that's raw power ripped and tore one another to blood-drenched shreads. Unfortunately, life was never long for the dogs who lived here, and injured fighters would constantly have to be replaced with even 'better' dogs. Yukon's father was purchased from a flowery breeder who bred purebreed Saarloos Wolfhounds...the dog-fighters thought it would be 'cool' to fight a dog who resembled a wolf. When Yukon's father has been bred and Yukon was born, he was propelled into the buisness, immediatly injected with steroids and to hopefully be better than his 'failure' of a father, who didn't stand a chance against ravaging pit-bulls. Yukon wanted nothing more than to be the best. He wanted to overcome teasings and break the boundaries, avenging his reputation as well as his bruised and battered father's. One day, thousands of dollars and illegal drugs were on the line in the name of a dog fight, and Yukon was the one chosen to take on the opponent. That single fight had became his last. His opponent had gotten the best of him: he became severly injured, which ruined the reputation he'd worked so hard to attain, and for losing, obtained a beating from his owner which temporarilly crippled him. Terror-stricken, humiliated, hurt and defeated, Yukon never wanted to be reminded of the game again, and escaped from the warehouse the night before he was due to be 'put down' by the bullet of a gun, for the terrible loss that still haunts him to this very day.
Other: Appearence-wise his fur is an off-gold with a creamy-colored undercoat. His eyes, are an icy, light hazel. His forepaws are a darker golden-chestnut color. His body is fleshed out with lean muscle, leaving him agile; his build is on the thinner side and his legs long and tall, but of course his thick fur causes him to seem larger than most. He wears a hefty silver chain around his neck, from a time noted in past-days that he is constantly trying to push away from his thought-process. But, to his advantage, this chain is hidden by his thick fur, and he as well knows that if one ever discovers this secret, he'd be "ruined".