Post by >KIATA;< on Oct 12, 2007 11:51:48 GMT -5
Caractacus
age four
gender male
breed(s) english setter
pack city
personality
Caractacus isn't the sweetest dog on the block. He isn't exactly cold hearted and rapes a fair time. He doesn't go around JUST looking for bitches to rape, he can be a bit of a flirt and likes to talk with them a lot. Some don't understand his personality because of how he is and how he shouldn't be nice to fea's when he doesn't want to rape them. But Caractacus is a nice dog once you get to know him, he just has a bad habit of raping. If the bitch gets pregnant, there is a fair chance he will stay with her to help the puppies grow up. Caractacus often regrets raping the bitches and wishes that his awful habit could stop.
If he likes a bitch and doesn't want to rape her, then he will be flirting with her a lot, and although he has never had a mate, it could happen. He likes to spend time around females and dislikes males getting in the way of his life. He likes to taunt males and make them get angry, and is usually getting into a lot of fights because of them. That is why he has a lot of scars over his face and why he is somtimes in a bad mood, but it is always because it is his fault for annoying the brutes in the first place.
appearance
Caractacus thinks a lot of himself and his appearance, and finds himself quite handsome, although whether others think he is handsome is up to them. He has a lot of scratches and bruises over himself from the most recent fight and his pelt is always marked bloody. Caractacus loves how some bitches think he is handsome and how others look at him in disgust. It amuses him and makes him laugh.
As for his pelt, he is marked with black and white. His forhead and inbetween his eyes is white and is speckled with black dots, while his ears are black. The rest of his body is mostly white with speckles of black dotted around him. His ears are crinkled like every english setter. His orbs are a dark chocolate brown and his tail is quite bushy and whenever he runs, it droops to the ground, collecting muck and dust. There is excess fur on his belly which is often dragged along the ground, and makes it all dirty and disgusting, coated in much and grime. He can run a fair good few miles without stopping very many times and can go quite fast, but he is also excellent at hunting, which English Setters were used for when they were pets. he stands 27 inches from the ground and weighs 73 pounds.
history
The small puppies lay in the confined cage, wriggling and squirming as the mother looked desperately at the men, auctioning the dogs. The puppies were only a few days old and already were being treated like dirt. In the swarm, was a little English Setter puppy named Caractacus. He was sat in the cage for endless hours, hardly being fed and just ignored by everyone else.
At six weeks, he was already being split apart from his mother. It was too early and he weeped and cried. The auctioneer took the black and white puppy out of the cage and held it up to the audience. "Anyone want a beautiful six week puppy! Ready to go home today!" The bidding started and he was finally sold to a cruel man who wanted the dogs because they set a good reputation. He took Caractacus home on a tight lead and choked his throat. Hardly even being able to walk, he was thrown in the back garden and was tied to a hose pipe, while the man when indoors.
The small puppy sat shivering in the cold as rain beat down on the poor dog's pelt. It was too cold and the small puppy already missed his mother, in the comfort of her fur. He would never see her again, and already his life was helll.
The puppy gradually began to get older and although he was hardly being fed, he was still pretty strong. Luckily, the lead stretched out far enough to the bushes, so he could stalk the rats and mice and birds which rustled around. Caractacus couldn't catch many, he didn't know how, but his stomach was never satisfied. Every day, as he grew, the collar dug more and more into his neck, making him choke and cry. If he ever made a large noise, Caractacus would be killed by the cruel boot of his owner's.
Caractacus grew up to understand what hate was. He knew he hated his owner, and finally he had the common sense of chewing at the leather. It tasted foul, but it worked. His sharp teeth bit threw the lead in which he had been held back in since the day he had ever came to this horrible place, and he was glad that finally he was free. Caractacus ran. Ran as fast as he could to get away from the evil beast and that is when he became a street dog.
From Fetch! -
It was a cool day, the wind was rustling the trees, but Judy's heat system had gone haywire with the pregnancy and she was now a few months pregnant, and she knew she will give birth any time soon. Judy was thirsty and made her way down to the stream, bending her head and taking in a deep gulp of water and letting it slide down her throat and refreshing her. She took a few more mouthfuls before yawning and looking around. The leaves were golden and had been falling continuously for weeks now. It wasn't long before Winter will kick in. Judy was quite cautious about this and knew the puppies might die if they are still small over winter. She shuddered and suddenly a pain in her thighs started up. She looked around and stared as the contractions started to kick in. She was in labour.
Judy breathed hard and sniffed around for some place good to give birth. There were a few small bushes, and nothing else, so she crossed the stream and brought herself to the other side. A small den, that is all she needed, to keep her puppies warm. She rummaged around and found a decent looking fox den and climbed in. It was an hour or so before it got so painful that she knew it was time to push.
She gasped and groaned as the first puppy was pushed out, and already was covered in dirt. Like instinct, she bent forward and started to lick the sac off the puppy and inspect it, curiously. It was a brute and was mostly black, like Gunner, with a few white patches, mostly round his paws. She sighed and nudged the male up to her stomach and let him suckle. Already Judy was thinking of a name and it came up to her intantly, like someone was forcing it into her head. "Magruder..." She whispered, staring into the puppie's tightly closed eyes and shuddered as the pains kicked in again.
It was maybe fifteen minutes before the next puppy came out, and it was also male, and also looked like Magruder. Mostly black like his father with a white patch on his chest. She bent forward and licked him happily before nudging him up to the teat and letting him suckle. They all looked fine so far, but she could feel other puppies inside her. How many? Judy had no idea, but hoped the pains would go away sooner or later. She watched as the next puppy came out and it looked more like her, and this time was a fea. She smiled in delight and licked her tenderly before pushing her to the teat. "I will curse you Lleucu." She sighed and felt twangs of pains again and groaned.
It was a white fae, but this one was different. Her eyes were opened in tiny slits, but were glazed over and she was very small. It struck Judy that she was blind and Judy whined sadly, but licked the sac off and nuzzled her. No name came to her and she sighed, hoping that it would come to her and felt another twang. It was a very long time before the last puppy came out, maybe half an hour, and she twisted and turned in agony as finally the last was pushed out and she whined as she saw that, not only was he the runt, but he was also still born and was lying, already coated in dirt and muck. She sighed and shook her head, sadly. She was saddened, but now she had to look after the other puppies and keep them alive.
"Don't worry, I will always look after you." She whispered in their deaf ears, and closed her eyes to sleep, too tired to try and find Gunner, the father of the puppies.
Judy breathed hard and sniffed around for some place good to give birth. There were a few small bushes, and nothing else, so she crossed the stream and brought herself to the other side. A small den, that is all she needed, to keep her puppies warm. She rummaged around and found a decent looking fox den and climbed in. It was an hour or so before it got so painful that she knew it was time to push.
She gasped and groaned as the first puppy was pushed out, and already was covered in dirt. Like instinct, she bent forward and started to lick the sac off the puppy and inspect it, curiously. It was a brute and was mostly black, like Gunner, with a few white patches, mostly round his paws. She sighed and nudged the male up to her stomach and let him suckle. Already Judy was thinking of a name and it came up to her intantly, like someone was forcing it into her head. "Magruder..." She whispered, staring into the puppie's tightly closed eyes and shuddered as the pains kicked in again.
It was maybe fifteen minutes before the next puppy came out, and it was also male, and also looked like Magruder. Mostly black like his father with a white patch on his chest. She bent forward and licked him happily before nudging him up to the teat and letting him suckle. They all looked fine so far, but she could feel other puppies inside her. How many? Judy had no idea, but hoped the pains would go away sooner or later. She watched as the next puppy came out and it looked more like her, and this time was a fea. She smiled in delight and licked her tenderly before pushing her to the teat. "I will curse you Lleucu." She sighed and felt twangs of pains again and groaned.
It was a white fae, but this one was different. Her eyes were opened in tiny slits, but were glazed over and she was very small. It struck Judy that she was blind and Judy whined sadly, but licked the sac off and nuzzled her. No name came to her and she sighed, hoping that it would come to her and felt another twang. It was a very long time before the last puppy came out, maybe half an hour, and she twisted and turned in agony as finally the last was pushed out and she whined as she saw that, not only was he the runt, but he was also still born and was lying, already coated in dirt and muck. She sighed and shook her head, sadly. She was saddened, but now she had to look after the other puppies and keep them alive.
"Don't worry, I will always look after you." She whispered in their deaf ears, and closed her eyes to sleep, too tired to try and find Gunner, the father of the puppies.
