[[Sing]] It Like You -Mean- It

[.Shadow.]

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[.Shadow.]

TheUnpredictable.

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Cursing;;Shadow.
Winters;;2 years.
Bloodlines;;Siberian Husky x Alaskan Malamute.
Gender;;Female.
Pelt;;Pure black.
Eyes;;Crimson.
Markings;;Blood-red, 6-inch scar down left shoulder.
Residence;;Stray;with the Stray Pack.
Health;;Fine.
Mate;;None;though secretly has a small crush on Thorn.
Pups;;Shade[daughter] && Knox[son].
Parentage;;
Sire;;Unknown[Alaskan Malamute]
Dam;;Unknown[Siberian Husky]

Love me or hate me;;
'Still an obsession.
Though at first the female may seem social, Shadow is the exact opposite. Although she, like all dogs, has that need for companionship, she is not exactly friendly. She likes to be on the edge of conversations, and doesn't gather in large groups - though she definately is a pack dog. A rather tempermental fea, this one is not a dog to anger - for she will not hesitate to go for your throat, which usually ends in her opponent's death. It can be said that Shadow is an aggressive female, but once you get onto her short list of friends, you'll never find another so loyal.

Time won't heal;;
This damage anymore.
From birth, this pure black female was an out-cast. Shadow wouldn't participate in any of the games her 3 other siblings played, and usually meet any who approached her with a sharp click of her fangs. And at six months old, this aggressive behavior caused her sister's death. She was kicked out of the small family then by her Alaskan Malamute father, forced to survive on her own in the streets. Which she did, growing up to her first year without trouble - until he came. The brute's name was Red, and her was a Rottweiler x Golden Retriever cross - a seasoned murderer, but old. Apparently Shadow had tresspassed onto his turf, and he decided to show her who was boss around here - big mistake. The Malamute from her father's side had given Shadow strength and thick fur and skin, added to the Siberian Husky corsing through her veins, giving her agility and intelligence - she was a born killing machine. And so, using methods that a wild wolf would, Shadow defeated Red in a fight to the death; and now, those dogs who knew of Red now know of Shadow, and not in a good way.

&&Sing it like you mean it.
Faint][Linkin Park
I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everybody can see
these scars
I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe
this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got

[Chorus]
(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make
sense
I am what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear
me out
So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got

[Chorus]
(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

(No)
(Hear me out now)
(You're gonna listen to me, like it or not)
(Right now)
(Hear me out now)
(You're gonna listen to me, like it or not)
(Right now)

(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

[Chorus]
(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

[Chorus]
(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

I can't feel
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored

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[.Shadow.]

.TheDouble-sided.

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Cursing;;Shade.
Winters;;2 months.
Bloodlines;;50% Siberian Husky, 25% Alaskan Malamute, 25% Timber Wolf.
Gender;;Female.
Pelt;;Pure black, with visible hints of gray.
Eyes;;Dark blue.
Markings;;None.
Residence;;the Stray Pack.
Health;;Perfect.
Mate;;None.
Pups;;None.
Parentage;;
Sire;;Thorn[Timber WolfxSiberian Husky]
Dam;;Shadow[Siberian HuskyxAlaskan Malamute]

Fame can't hurt;;
My soul.
Shade takes after her mother in many ways, though also has some qualities of her father. The pup is very much a loner at heart, though is also extremely loyal to her family, pack and friends. But, like her sire, Shade is also wild and free, taking after her Wolf ancestors in many ways. She hates having responsibilities, especially including ones that may decide the fate of the pack. The female isn't afraid to pick a fight she knows she can win, and can be rather aggressive when ticked off or annoyed.
[Will be elaborated on as she ages.]

There's time for this;;
And so much more.
Born to Shadow, who mated with Thorn as part of the brute's mission to create more pups for the strays. Has one brother named Knox.

&&Sing it like you mean it;;
Until You're Reformed][Chevelle
Not about to try
Time to please no one
The first and last begins
You mutter, you child

You should ask for more
Tired of being your no one
Fame can’t hurt my soul
You mutter, you child

Leave

This is not for real
Forever pleasing someone
The first and last begins
You martyr, you child
You martyr, you child

Leave

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[.Shadow.]

.TheCalm.

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Cursing;;Cayote.
Winters;;3 years.
Bloodlines;;Gray Wolf x Saarloos Wolfdog.
Gender;;Male.
Pelt;;Gray with tints of brown and black. Front legs are cremey tan.
Eyes;;Golden.
Markings;;Few scars hidden under shaggy pelt, though some larger ones visible on his fore-legs and muzzle.
Residence;;Pet.
Health;;Fine.
Mate;;None.
Pups;;None.
Parentage;;
Sire;;Unknown[Gray Wolf]
Dam;;Waya[Saarloos Wolfdog]

You're pulling the trigger;;
All, all wrong.
Cayote is a pretty layed-back dog. He's definately no pampered pooch, and doesn't act like one; in fact, he probably has more street smarts than the common, rangy stray itself. He prides himself in staying calm and cool in harsh situations, and won't loose his temper easily. Besides that fact, the brute clearly has an aggressive side from the wild Wolf in him - especially when it comes to the same sex. Though the male is self-assured in his abilities, he doesn't beam with confidence, and isn't arrogant like most brutes.


I'm the narrator;;
This is just the prologue.
Born into a normal family, Cayote's mother had breed with a wild Wolf one day while she had escaped from her owner's yard; resulting in just two pups. The eldest male was named Cayote, while the younger pup, another male, was called Dingo. The males were raised by their Saarloos Wolfdog mother to despise humans, for her own owner - a 'gangster', as they call them - simply used the female for her feral looks to warn off any who tried to steal from the property. Naturally, the two male pups were sold as soon as they turned 6 months old - both to the same owner, who was looking for some fighting dogs. These two seemed perfect.

Cayote and his brother were taught all the best techniques, and finally, as yearlings, were put to the test. Both of them won their first fight. But, a year later when they were used to the fighting, they were thrown into the ring together; forced to fight eachother...to the death. Being larger and stronger than his little brother, Cayote automaticly had the advantage; he won the fight quickly, making a clean kill; as painless as possible for his siblings. Scarred for life from the experience, he swore never to kill without reason again. Because of his lack of willingness to fight from then on, Cayote was sold to a new owner; with whom he lives now, used as a guard dog, chained in the front yard.


&&Sing it like you mean it;;
Numb Encore [remix]][Linkin Park & Jay-Z
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, make some noise

Get em Jay

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God damn your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, make some noise

What the hell are you waiting for

[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
I've become so numb
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
One last time I need y'all to roar

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[.Shadow.]

.TheJubilant.

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Cursing;;Rocky.
Winters;;5 years.
Bloodlines;;Purebred Border Collie[though abnormaly large]
Gender;;Male.
Pelt;;Black and white.
Eyes;;Coffee brown.
Markings;;Small yet noticable scar above left eye; from getting kicked by a horse while herding.
Residence;;Pet; lives on a horse farm.
Health;;Fine.
Mate;;None.
Pups;;None.
Parentage;;
Sire;;Unknown[Border Collie]
Dam;;Unknown[Border Collie]

And did you miss while you were;;
Looking for yourself out there?
Rocky is pretty much your typical Border Collie. The male is very eager to please, and would do anything to make his master happy. Though he tends to go on small adventures outside the farm lands, this dog is extremely loyal and would never even think of leaving his domesticated life-style for good. Though he isn't a house dog, and sleeps in the barn with the horses, the male finds his life completely enjoyable. The loving, hyper dog can sometimes seem childish to others, what with his pup-like antics (his favorite game happens to be tag, especially in water), but when need be the male can be serious when it comes to things like giving advice or relationships; for, the brute actually might just be looking for a mate sometime soon. Knowing its not likely he'll find love any time soon, Rocky can sometimes find his work lonely, though his owner doesn't seem to notice, nor care.


Did you fall from a shooting star;;
One without a perminant scar?
Rocky was born to a small, normal family; except for the fact that his birth was accidental. When he and his two siblings, sisters named Diamond and Julie, were but three months old they were left out in a cardboard box on the street; and a storm raged that night. Julie died from drowning in the water heald by the box, but Rocky and Diamond managed to escape in time. The small, sickly pups then began to travel, and ended up collapsing at the steps of an old woman. The woman found them, and took them in; deciding to keep Diamond and give Rocky to her son, who works on a horse farm, when the canines turned a year old. Rocky was trained to herd the horses, and by two years old, he seemed like an old pro at the sport.
Though, doing the same thing for three years can get old and lonely. The brute needs something in his life, perhaps even the company of a fellow dog.


&&Sing it like you mean it;;
Drops of Jupiter][Train
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is over rated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there


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[.Shadow.]

.TheUnconfident.

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Cursing;;Kia.
Winters;;10 months.
Bloodlines;;Purebred Smooth Collie.
Gender;;Female.
Pelt;;Mainly black, with tan 'eyebrows' and a tan muzzle. White covers her chest and neck, her legs are white up to the knees and her tail is tipped by white.
Eyes;;Green.
Markings;;None.
Residence;;Stray;searching for a stray named Thorn.
Health;;Other than being underweight and slightly malnourished, fine.
Mate;;None.
Pups;;None.
Parentage;;
Sire;;Grenade[Smooth Collie]
Dam;;Ria[Smooth Collie]

Say it for me;;
If its worth saving me.
Kia is really a rather kind canine, but her soul is damaged by the past - which she clings to, even though all she wants to do is forget it. The female is very skittish towards twoleggers and females, often snapping at them because of pure fear. Because of this, she tends to get along more easily with males.

Other than that, the fem is lost in the world. She has no place to call home, so usually finds retreats in the form of abandonned cabons and, sometimes, even in a cardboard box. Being rather nomadic out of habit and fear of entering another's territory, she doesn't stay in one place for to long, usually only staying for the night before finding a new spot. Her only real mission in life at the moment is to find a 'Wolf' named Thorn; even though she is quite afraid to, considering his species

Well I'm terrified of these four walls;;
But these iron bars won't hold my soul in.
Kia was born to a litter of three; surprisingly enough, even though she was born a stray and had a natural fear of humans, she and her siblings came out as purebred Smooth Collies. Kia was the youngest of the three, and had two brothers named Collin and Perry. Perry died at a young age of an unknown disease, bringing the small family's number down to just four. All was well for the next few months after Perry's death, until the two cubs reached the age of 5 months. Collin, on one of the siblings' many adventures, was captured by the pound. He was never seen again.

Now, Kia was left alone with her parents, her sire being Grenade and her mother being Ria. The three travelled most of the time, avoiding larger groups of dogs and never staying in one place for too long. One night, when Kia was 7 months old, Ria left to find food by herself, and never returned. Kia and Grenade searched everywhere, and finally found her; dead on the side of a highway. Saddened one more by the amount of deaths in the family, the pair travelled on together, managing to avoid trouble from both the stray pack and the stuck-up domestic hounds. Though, it han't been long before Grenade fell suddenly ill; and on his last night, with his last few breaths, he muttered few words to Kia:
"Listen close now, Key," he'd rasped, Kia standing over him; tears dripping steadily from her innocent green eyes. "I want you to find a brute by the name of Thorn. He lives with a group of strays. He's black, and he's a Wolf--" but Grenade suddenly cut off, admitting a final, body-shaking breath before the life left him.

Now, Kia simply searches for this brute called Thorn, with the deep fear that he may, indeed be a full-blooded Wolf. Picking up on her parents' old nomadic ways, she travells much through the town of Harlow; desperately searching for a home.

&&Sing it like you mean it;;
Savin' Me][Nickelback
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

[Chorus:]
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

' s won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I'm callin'
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

Hurry I'm fallin'

All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh, I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

Hurry I'm fallin'


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[.Shadow.]

.TheCautious.

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Cursing;;Crescent.
Winters;;4.5 years.
Bloodlines;;Purebred Belgian Tervuren.
Gender;;Female.
Pelt;;Tan with tints of brown on her back, shoulders, scruff and tail. Muzzle and face are black.
Eyes;; Sea blue.
Markings;; Thick, four-inch, blood-red scar across bridge of muzzle.
Residence;;Stray;;escaped from a life of abuse.
Health;;Fine.
Mate;;None;;though she wouldn't mind love.
Pups;;None;;though she wouldn't mind parenthood.
Parentage;;
Sire;;Unknown[Belgian Tervuren]
Dam;;Unknown[Belgian Tervuren]

To me you'll be;;
forever sacred.
Although she may have been trained to be a killer, Crescent is actually a decent fem. Cautious when meeting strangers, she stands her ground as any of her breed should, and won't attacked unless provoked. Though, be wise when you choose to battle with this one; for she is a fierce fighter, and has killed many in her life time. Shy and concealed most of the time, Crescent tends to keep to herself, and doesn't speak unless first spoken to; meaning she's not one to spark up a conversation for no apparent reason. Forced into a nomadic lifestyle - although she was born a pet -, Crescent has no real home, and doesn't wish to be part of a pack any time soon. She preffers the free lifestyle of a loner, no matter how lonely it gets staring at the stars by herself every night. To her allies, Crescent is loyal and brave, risking life and limb for them; to her enemies, well, they have the same fate as those she was forced to fight during her days as a caged animal.


We lost a dream;;
we never had.
Crescent was born into a place where the sound of yipping puppies was constant, and where if you dared look into the kenel beside you, you would be invading the privacy of two breeding dogs. A Puppy Mill, to be technical. Crescent was born a quiet pup, always keeping to herself, and only playing with her siblings every once in a while. She and her siblings were taken away from their Tervuren mother when they turned 2 months, and due to how fine of a specimen Crescent was turning out to be, she was kept for future breeding purpouses, along with her brother, Bone.They were thrown into seperate kenels to reduce the risk of accidental in-breeding, but they could still communicate, seeing as their homes were ight next to each other.

But, when Crescent turned one year and was thrown into her brother's cage - which also housed another brute, a five year old called Scar for good reason. Scar approached her aggressively, and immediatly Crescent's stance shifted from uneasy to defensive, and unconciously she felt her paws inching their way toward Bone. Suddenly, Scar had lunged, catching Crescent by the scruff and throwing his fore-leg over her back, straddling the yearling and throwing his hips against her's again and again, even though her tail was tightly pressed between her legs. Finally, Bone came to her rescue, dragging Scar off his sister and engaging in a fight to the death. In he end, Scar won, and his prize was earning rightful breeding with the yearling female.

Luckily, the session was unsuccesful, and Crescent didn't wind up pregnant. But, the next time they threw her into a cage, she managed to seriously injur the male - which ended her breeding days. At two years old, she was sold to a man to trained her to be even more aggressive than she already turned out to be. Then, by 3 years old her fighting career began. Pitbulls, Shepherds, Akitas, Terriers; all fell prey to her deadly fangs. Some managed to escape with serious injuries, but most were killed by the time they pried her jaws off their necks. But, one day while she was being kept in her outside kenel, the man came to feed her; which is when she made her escape. Crescent attacked the man's arm, throwing him off balance, at which time she leapt clear over him and dashed away.

Though a loose chain collar and a blood-red, four-inch, thick scar across the bridge of her nose are still clinging reminders of her past, a year alone was enough time to recover her mental state. Now, she roams around the neighborhoods of the domesticated canines, not wishing to be part of any group.


&&Sing it like you mean it;;
1000 Oceans][Tokio Hotel
Empty streets
I follow every breath into the night
The wind so cold
The sun is frozen, the world has lost its light

I carry your picture deep in me
Back to you a 1000 seas
Back to us
Don't you lose your trust and your belief
Just trust me

We have to go 1000 oceans wide
1000 dark years when time has died
1000 stars are passing by
We have to go 1000 oceans wide
1000 times against an endless tide
We'll be free to live our life

I know somewhere
We'll find a little place for you and me
It all turned out a different way
Can't feel the pulse in our veins
So weak today
We'll let our heart beat guide us though the dark
Just trust me

We have to go 1000 oceans wide
1000 dark years when time has died
1000 stars are passing by
We have to go 1000 oceans wide
1000 times against an endless tide
We'll be free to live our life

There's nothing and no one we'll miss
And one day we'll look back with no regrets
1000 Oceans wide
1000 Endless years have died
1000 Oceans wide
1000 Stars are passing by
Passing by

Please don't drift away from me
Please don't drift away from me

We have to go one thousand oceans wide
One thousand dark years when time has died
One thousand stars are passing by
We have to go one thousand oceans wide
One thousand times against an endless tide
Then we'll be free

Please don't drift away from me
Please don't drift away from me
1000 Oceans wide

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[.Shadow.]

.TheFurtive.

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Cursing;;Jess.
Winters;;4 years.
Bloodlines;;Chow x Alaskan Husky.
Gender;;Female.
Pelt;;Varied shades of golden-red.
Eyes;;Light brown.
Markings;;Few scars around muzzle.
Residence;;Stray;looking to join Stray Pack.
Health;;Pregnant;was forcebred by a German Shepherd.
Mate;;None.
Pups;;Soon.
Parentage;;
Sire;;Red[Chow]
Dam;;Ciera[Alaskan Husky]

My minds not a well;;
It won't run dry.
Jess is a very secretive canine. She keeps to herself and is rather layed back, though is a monster when provoked, thanks to the Chow in her. She can be a little snippy and moody sometimes when she gets overheated, seeing as her peltage is thick and long. The fem tends to stray away from most brutes and is rather afraid of them, always feeling belittled by their assertive voices; when what she really needs, though she will never show it, is love and care from that special someone who she still fails to find. Protective and loving, Jess wouldn't harm a fly that didn't both her, but be careful when messing with this mutt's family; for she is a fierce fighter.

Just keep drinking water and;;
you'll be alright.
Jess was born to a litter of 4 pups, to an Alaskan Husky mother named Ciera. Ciera was force-bred by the beta male of the gang she lived with, a Chow Chow called Red. The gang, called the Scythes, was lead by a Shepherd x Newfoundland mix who saw every female as trash, a waste of breath; only on the earth to produce more helpful males. And so when Red forcefuly made Ciera his mating toy and she gave birth to all but one male, he waited until the pups were weaned, and then murdered her in cold blood right in front of her childrens' faces.

But the brute pup, a black and white male named Colic, was not like his father at all. Instead, he was caring and compassionate to his sisters even when his father was around; and so, when the pups were a year old, Red killed all the females but Jess. Jess refused to die; she fought back, and Colic helped her; in the end, they killed off the 8-year-old Red and were banmished from the pack.

After a year of wandering the pair of siblings met Lila, a sweet Afghan Hound mix who joined them on their travels, and soon became Colic's mate. A year later, when the two siblings were 3 years old and Lila was 2 years, Colic and Lila mated; creating 3 fine pups. One passed away from disease because they were born during a terrible blizzard, but the two males grew into fine adolescants. At a year old, one of Colic's sons left to create his own life, while the other stayed to join his family in travel. Now, the small group grew in numbers to 4, and became more of a travelling pack.

But Jess was becoming jelous of Colic. He had a mate, but at 4 years old, she still didn't. And so one night she wandered off by herself to search for that special someone, but soon got raped instead by a malicious German Shepherd. To humiliated to face her family, Jess wandered off by herself, searching for a new home that will hopefully take her in; because her pups are due soon, and in her malnourished state, she may not be able to take care of them properly.

&&Sing it like you mean it;;
A Place In This World][Taylor Swift
I don't know what I want, so don't ask me
Cause I'm still trying to figure it out
Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking
Trying to see through the rain coming down
Even though I'm not the only one
Who feels the way I do

I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know
I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on
Oh, I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in
This world

Got the radio on, my old blue jeans
And I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
Feelin' lucky today, got the sunshine
Could you tell me what more do I need
And tomorrow's just a mystery, oh yeah
But that's ok

I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know
I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on
Oh, I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in
This world

Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission
But I'm ready to fly

I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know
I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on
Oh, I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in
This world

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Cursing;;Iris.
Winters;;4 years.
Bloodlines;;Labrador Retriever x Maremma Sheepdog
Gender;;Female.
Pelt;;Pure white.
Eyes;;Teal.
Markings;;None.
Residence;;Domestic Pack.
Health;;Fine.
Mate;;None;crushing on Nava.
Pups;;None.
Parentage;;
Sire;;Unknown[Maremma Sheepdog]
Dam;;Unknown[Labrador Retriever]

Creeping up my street;;
Oh, boy, you can't bother me.
Iris is a gentle dog, loving and caring. She too has a heart of gold, but her mind is as sharp as her claws. She is usually the plan-maker, the spy and the force behind the small group. She's good at planning attacks and quite good at carrying them out, which earned her Nava's respect.


You can't knock me off my feet;;
when I'm already on my knees.
History hasn't been too kind to this female. She's had over twleve different families, none of which kept her for more than a month. Then it was back to the HHA! When the humans disappeared, she broke free from the HHA, who were planning to put her down within the week if she wasn't adopted. They were tired of seeing her back there every month. When she found Nava, he spoke of a wonderful life that she had longed for all her days. (She has a bit of a crush on him)

&&Sing it like you mean it;;
Flat on the Floor][Carrie Underwood
I'm flat on the floor
With my head down low
Where the sky can't rain on me anymore
Don't knock on my door cause I won't come
I'm hiding from the storm 'til the damage gets done

Baby, baby, baby, baby tell me why
You gotta make me, make me, make me, make me cry
Oh, lord
If I told you once, I told you a thousand times
You can't knock me off my feet, when I'm already on my knees

Cause I'm flat on the floor with my head down low
Where the sky can't rain on me anymore
Don't knock on my door cause I won't come
I'm hiding from the storm 'til the damage gets done

Baby, baby, baby, baby tell me how
You think you gonna live without my love now
I don't know why you gotta keep coming around
Creeping up my street
Oh boy, you can't bother me

Now I'm flat on the floor with my head down low
Where the sky can't rain on me anymore
Don't knock on my door cause I won't come
I'm hiding from the storm 'til the damage gets done

You ain't gonna get to me tonight
I'll lay right here 'til it all blows through
I ain't gonna raise my body
'til there ain't no sign, 'til there ain't no sign, 'til there ain't no sign to you

Cause I'm flat on the floor with my head down low
Where the sky can't rain on me anymore
Don't knock on my door cause I won't come
I'm hiding from the storm 'til the damage gets done

I'm flat on the floor with my head down low
Where the sky can't rain on me anymore
Don't knock on my door cause I won't come
I'm hiding from the storm 'til the damage gets

Now I'm flat on the floor with my head down low
Where the sky can't rain on me anymore
Don't knock on my door cause I won't come
I'm hiding from the storm 'til the damage gets done

Oh
Don't knock on my door
I'm hiding from the storm 'til the damage gets done

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