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Post by [ rupture && isabella ] on Oct 14, 2007 11:13:47 GMT -5
personality
A lot like her brother, Izzie is a strong dog. She can do things, that she wouldn’t have thought she could. She loves it thought. Always proving herself and other’s she is stronger than most. She is self cautious and care’s about everything. Till she got into the city. Learning a whole new way of living life, and not finding her way back to the forest, so she is stuck in the town. Ears always forward, or back she can sense a presence a good distance away from her, causing her to be ready. All the time. She is a aggressive dog, half of the time. All depends on what mood she is in. She will and can attack anything in sight, including human’s, and other dogs. Even herself at times. She is a total tease, and doesn’t stop at anything. Unless you’re a fae or another creature. But brute’s, she is such a tease. Especially when she is with friends, she will act out more. Making sure they spot her, not other’s. He flirty side comes out sometimes, but can be covered by other emotion’s and such. Especially, confusing and anger. How she was built and the breeds she is part of, all leader to exercise. Always having energy, and always moving. Her athletic ability, and breeds formed her body into a tall, and long, slender shape, and makes her run faster, and stronger. Her favorite thing is running, and or lifting something of a shape or form. Also climbing. Her body is so fit, she can go without eating for a week. She has before.
Her fighting skills a superior. She is a skilled fighter, and dogs that know it tend to back of, and other’s will back of when they find out. She uses it to her advantage, especially when it comes to terra, or food. She will go all direction’s to get it. First street fighting. She doesn’t have many scar’s visible, her pelt grew over them, but she has been in some nasty fights that kept her out of fighting for a week or two…So she can heal herself for more battle. She can be caring to herself, and other’s. Especially ones who she respects, loves, and enjoys being around. She will go all ends meet to save you. Even if that means risking her own life for yours. That leads to her being protective. She is a honorable dog, and extremely protective. She can be protective with human’s also, but they have to respect her and not beat her. She is picky, and tends to stay away from them, but the human pups get her all the time. She loves them deeply, and would do anything to keep them safe, but the parents worry her, and she is extremely cautious with them. Extremely. Her thought process, she tends to keep to herself. She may be this all American dog, but she is sky, and quiet. Secretive most would say. She just doesn’t see the point in telling everything, especially when some information doesn’t matter.
They don’t need to know. Its not that she has something to hide, its just her life story has nothing to do with other dogs, nor helping them, or herself. But she thinks a lot, and her thoughts mean a lot to her. If your really close to her, then she will think with you. If your someone she care’s…She will give her input and be like’Your stupid, why the hell would you run into a car, knowing it will brake your leg?’ She isn’t afraid to make you cry or disrespect her. She isn’t afraid of anything, other than being alone. Trapped. Out of life. She is afraid of that, but nothing else. Her grudge system, is held for a long time. She hates it and doesn’t like it, so she keeps a grudge, and doesn’t forgive easy. She will just push it aside, but keeps is stored and safe. She will also make sure you know she still remembers. If she hates you, you will know. She will say it, or her expressions and actions say it first. If she like you, well again, you will know. But one thing is for sure, Izzie is a loyal and respectful dog. She doesn’t intestinally mean to bring harm to anyone, nor hurt them. When she does, she feels a great deal of guilt.
Izzie isn’t the loving type. She loves dogs as family, but not a mate. Izzie isn’t the type for a mate. She cant find anyone anyways. She is to much of a tomboy to have a mate, and on top of that…No one will understand her. No one can understand her, except one dog. One dog only, and that’s the closest dog that has ever been to her. She respects him greatly, even thought she hasn’t seen in about a year and a half, or more…She doesn’t forget the things they did, and the fun she had. Till she was stupid and wandered off with her dad, but turned instead of following, only to get herself lost. With that, she has guilt for leaving him behind. She has always felt bad, and she wants to find him. Again. She is adventurous and loves going on adventures. Always up for exploring something new, but this Hovac place, it scares her a little, and mainly because she doesn’t know anything about this place. Its all different than the forest. She gets scared at the noises, especially the ones that are loud and echo in the sky. Risky, Risky is like her middle name. She is a risky girl, throwing herself before another, no matter the pain it can cause her. She is bold, and has a great self esteem. But never to much to make her co.cky, or make her feel she is better than anyone. She isn’t, and respects that. Sure she is part wolf, but she is a dog to. Acts like one, with the moments she wants to be a wolf, she will howl, or stock a duck in the pond. Or something, but that’s her life. Nothing a dog cant do. Other than the calm, smooth howl.
appearance
Her maw starts at black, fading to a sable color. Then into a tan brown. Her ears are floppy, but can stick straight up when she wants, which is most of the time. Her back is a dark brown blending, with tan on her ribs. Cream flows inside her legs, and her under belly. Her tail is a brindle like color, and long. Her pelt is a semi-long haired, and she looks more German Shepherd than Wolf. But her size is from a wolf. She is extremely tall and skinny for her size. Just like her brother Rupture. When she walks, you tell instantly tell her personality. She; the majority of teh time; holds her head up in a welcoming but showing her strength. She never shows weakness, or dominance. Never has.
history
Seeing her father come for her, she wags her tail. Her mother was beat that night, and the howl’s and whimpers, and even yelps still. Scared, she cuddles next to her brother even more. He only wraps his head around her tighter, and sets his maw in her immature ear. ”Its going to be alright sis. Trust me. You trust me?” And all she could do was nod. She trusted him with her life. Reason she pushed closer to him. His warm body felt so hot, and she wondered if he was sick. It was a different set of hot. But her ears perk as she ears crunching coming from the woods. A head turned into the dog house, and he barks a single command, and all the pups up and left. Izzie thought her brother was behind her, and didn’t bother looking back. But her legs were shaking, and her tail was between her legs. She turned around once more, to see the house her mother was just in. ”I love you. I always love you. Always.” She said, before looking forward. He dad and her siblings were gone. Whimpering, she moved forward, thinking her brother went ahead when she slowed. But instead of going in the forest, like her family did, she turned. Assuming they went this way. She only found herself lost, and alone.
Three days went by as she roamed the streets, three days without food. She wasn’t sure if she found, or they found her…But a gang came near and messed with her. Teasing her. But the leader examined her and smelt wolf. Instantly became nice, and caring, even though he was never mean. Ask her to join, and know she was a puppy, he added the things she wanted most. Family, Food, and Warmth. Tail twitching from under her rump, as her tail still laid between her legs, and up to her under belly, making her look like she has no tail. He picked her up. His name was Ralphie. Or, Raphael, but he let her call him Ralphie. Dangling from his maw, he took her to the pack. Which, was like he said. The food wasn’t as good as the dog food her dad brought, or her mom kept for them. But it was food and kept her fit, and energized. She grew up with adults, and puppies, and teenager’s. All in which were mainly boys, because the girls didn’t do anything but giggle about what boy talked to them today on the street. Izzie stayed in the junkyard with the boys and rough housed. She soon became a teenager herself, and was strong, athletic, and a tomboy. She was a hot tomboy, that is.
She gew into a taller dog. Lets say…Her shoulder goes just above a Great Dane’s elbow, but just below their shoulder. She was a long dog, and slender. Like a Great Dane. Her pelt was slightly long haired, but considered short haired. It grew a lot when winter came around. She would have her winter coat, and look like a wolf. Then during the un-winter seasons, she was a German Shepherd looking dog. Gorgeous.
The brutes started to hit on her instead of play. She didn’t mind, and would put them in their place if she did anything but hit on her. Not expecting anything to change a larger brute came in and took over. The old leader didn’t give up easily, and fought hard. But lost at the second battle, when the dog came back for more. He found Izzie and watched her a few times, she would play with the boys like usual, and they would hit on her, like usual. But soon the leader interrupted them and hit on her. Pushing her and shoving. Licking, and biting. The other dogs snarled, and barked. Warning him, but Izzie gave them a look to only bark and snarl. Don’t attack. After a moment, of rustling her around, and her snapping, he tried mounting. She whirled around and snarl, latching her maw on his cheek and ear. Two brutes that were really close to her attacked. Having enough. They were thrown off after a few attempts of the leader. ”Bella, Baby. Be my mate. We can run this together.” He said, after the rumble.
”Hell no, Ass Hole.” With that, about six dogs followed her out of the terra. They soon separated, and went on their own ways. But she had a good time. Till he came around. She found a area between two area’s she had no idea existed. But loved the forest. Living in their for a good year in a half. She accidentally wandered out. Entering Hovac. She didn’t know about the human’s, because back then, they were more walking then driving. But she caught on quickly. Living in here for two months, she cant find her way back to the forest. Stuck in Hovac, she just wander’s around. But that ping always hits her. Finding her brother, but she is lost in a city that she didn’t know of. Finding the forest, but she cant, because the city is like a maze. Her past, wondering what would have happened, if she looked for her brother, or dad…Would her life be like this. She didn’t know, and every night she has nightmare’s of dieing, being alone for the rest of her life, or not finding her brother or family. What would she do then? What would life be like after that? Would she die too?
Anything and everything was now white. It looked different than the white at Lake Mini WahWah. It was missing dogs. Missing human kids throwing snowballs. It missed a lot. Instead, it was full of trash, broken in cars, and all shoved into an alley. He had no idea were he was, nor how he got here last night.
He cleaned enough of himself to get it off his pelt, but it was still there, a scab on his pelt. He shook himself, before walked forward and around. Checking his body still worked and nothing was wrong. Hit tail lay in the air midway but quickly fell down to his rump. His head throbbed from the blows he took the night. That’s right! Yesterday was when he met up with Finoola after she got hit and whatever else happened. He found her, and she ran into two-gang members. They attacked her, and he didn’t do anything till she didn’t move. That’s when he came in and got a few blows himself. Causing his wounds. But he took her to safety, and that was the Park. Why was he here? He shivered as the thought came to mind, and as a wind blew through his winter coat.
Walking out of the alley, to the scraped clean roads, he watched a shoveler move through the street, gathering snow, and leaving none behind. He caught himself moving his head to the side a little, and quickly brought it back up. Moving swiftly down the side walk and looked around. A lot of people looked at him, but nothing like he did when he was badly injured. Now, he felt it was more like ’What a gorgeous looking dog!’ or ’Man he is a healthy stray.’ Which he isn’t. His pelt filled him out, but when you push against him, you can tell he is under weight, and the number one cause it the season. This time of year it was harder to get food, and being himself, he didn’t feel like looking to hard. He has been on the verge of death, so not eating doesn’t hurt him, but physically and mentally…it does. He just doesn’t think it does.
As he stopped and waited for the car to move, but it didn’t, he moved out and he heard their engine run. Ears going flat against his skull, he turned his head and lowered it level with his shoulders. Blades sticking out and in mid step, he curled his lip and opened his wolf jaws a bit and snarled. Then continued his way, when they released the gas, and waited. He hated that. When people think they can treat him like shit and do stupid crap like that. He wouldn’t tolerate it, and isn’t the dog to just walk away simply. No, he would make a change, show aggression, and show affection, confusing. Anything, he wouldn’t hide it.
Being a two-year-old dog, he learned a lot through his life. Mainly in Lake Mini WahWah. As he finished crossing the street, he paused and turned his head back. To see them slowly turning the corner and making they’re way down the street, being careful. Good. was his only thought. As he moved, he ignored the growling of his stomach. And moved on; thinking he was big and tough and didn’t need to do anything about his hungry. His tail flicked a few times in boredom, but mainly rested against his rump. That’s when love came back to his mind. Love.
Why the hell do I want love anymore? He growled to himself, and lowered his head down; level with his chest, or even lower. His ears back against his skull in annoyance. He loved to fae’s. Told both he did. But one almost got him killed. The other almost got herself killed, reflecting in him getting killed. They both don’t admit what they want. They both tease him. They both are…Each other. But does he see that? No. Growling again, only this time jumping onto a bench, about a mile away from were he started. Walking across like a cougar did on a fallen tree.
He saw one as Okoe, and the other as Finoola. Yes, he will admit they have similarities, but they were not and never will be each other. He loved Okoe like Okoe, but he also loves Finoola like Finoola. He loves them both and doesn’t know why, but he does. He cannot help it, but he does. And no, he doesn’t want a litter with either of them. But he wants one. Maybe with both or just one or the other, but he cannot tell at this moment. It’s a part of him he doesn’t understand completely and may never understand. But he knows what he is feeling, and knows what he wants, but do they?
Turning around and darting in front of cars and human’s alike, he heard screeching and screaming, honking and more shit. But he wanted to know what happened. Was it Finoola? Okoe? Another dog he loves deeply? He didn’t know and wanted to. Starting to run as the car’s seemed to get faster, his maw cracked open and let his discolored gums and his peach tongue fall open, or open to vision. He gasped for air as he wondered what was going on. Many thoughts ran through his mind, and all but one thing. It wasn’t himself. Scared, he moved faster Muscles rippling under his skin, and pelt. He started to pop his hind legs up and rear, as almost galloping but his fore legs still at a steady pace.
Shaking his head and snarling. Human’s near him moved away as much as they could. He felt insane. He felt raged. He felt dizzy. He fell. He felt the cold snow touch his winter pelt, and seemed to melt. Sinking into his pelt like it were a sponge. He shivered, and let out a long, deep, depressed whimper yowl. Why? He wasn’t sure. How did he even know who she was? He hasn’t seen her in ages, nor did he want to. She was so close to him, yet so far away. What was life going to be with her in it? If she survived. His life was a mess. The dog lying on the ground. It was, he couldn’t even get the words together to know what to call her. She wasn’t to much into his life.
But when she was, she was his everything. The other dog that he liked, and who liked her. They understood each other like brother and sisters didn’t. Always screaming attacking and crap. Not these two. They were like glue and a bottle. But after she got lost, he lost her. Feeling hopeless and alone. That’s when he thought she abandoned him in the backyard to go with dad. But no, it wasn’t that. How did he know now? He didn’t, but he did hear from other strays about a dog, and such. Now, he sees her. Right before him. Lying down, he did let his eyes off of her. As she didn’t him. He wasn’t sure if she knew who he was or not….Did she? He laid there with so many thoughts, but knew he had to get him and her out of here. Even if they had no idea who each other was, nor if it was the same dog.
He still had to save her from all these machinery and humans. They all poke her and nudge her with their feet. Some roll her around. But he can see she is still alive, and he does a weird nod gesture human’s don’t understand, at least he thought they didn’t. She instantly got to her paws and darted. Rupture darted and they were head to head. Running through the human’s but mainly they would move out of their way anyways. He looked at her when he ran.
She smelt of wolf, and he wondered what and who she was. He had a good feeling, but wasn’t totally sure. Looking around to see were they are, he knew it automatically. Gas Station. ”Right.” He said simply, his tone out of breathe, tired, confused, and curious. So they did, all the way to the Willamette River Park. His terra. Moving his muscular body forward, till he hit the River in his Packland, he fell over onto his side. Ribs kicking high in the air, and his maw open, letting his tongue roll out of his mouth and lay on the snow. The water line comes up and down on the bank. His head about a tail length away from the water at its highest. His eyes thought were settled on a gorgeous fae. Her sable tan pelt shining as she rolled in the shallow water, and standing. The winter sunlight shining on her as she slowly makes her way out of the freezing water that has chunks of ice in it. Looking around the two dogs, was a large park. Known as Glencoe Tress. It has a few trees that fly into the air, and grow out like a great sized Christmas tree, making shade in some areas.
Snow was about four ft deep and you could see the two trails from the two dogs that lead to their presence. You can see patches for grass, maybe for a possum, or a racoon was bedded down and moved, revealing grass. Then behind the couple was a large river, with ice chunks in it. Laying down was a ivory brute, laying on grass as his body heat melted the thick layer of snow under him. His ribs pumping up and down constantly and heavily. Then there was a sable tan fae who was the same height as the brute, sleek, and slim. She was beautiful, and one of a kind. That’s how Rupture knew who she was. Instantly. Its been far to long for these two, but how can they forget each other? They cant. Standing there, freezing water covering her paws just so. She shakes her pelt sending freezing water everywhere. She has a winter pelt and looks like Rupture, but colorful, unlike him being only Ivory.
Time has gone by so fast. What was she thinking coming here? She didn’t know what happened. She just crossed a street and then tripped as she heard a horn. Falling down and getting hit a little. The only thing was she didn’t get hurt…For now. She may have a huge adrenaline rush at the moment and may not feel anything for a while. As she shook her long pelt she winced as her hind leg throbbed a little bit. Letting a low whimper escape her maw but letting it go, she had a good feeling the brute who she met up with earlier didn’t hear. Her mind was flowing. He looked nothing like a old friend she knew. But he acted like he knew her. She was so confused, but felt safe.
As she stood in the freezing water. Her paws going numb and her body shivering like hell, she shook her pelt and jumped playfully out of the water splashing the brute a little bit. She shook her pelt yet once again, freeing herself with most of the water. And she pawed at the snow under her. She looked at the brute and for the first time, examined him. She could see him clearer than before. The brute showed dominance and history. His face was extremely attractive, and she felt the urge to flirt. But she also felt she cant. It was odd. He had a scar visible, and it was across his left eye. It made him look worn, and aggressive. Yet, she didn’t know how that could happen if he somewhat saved her. She enjoyed running with him, and he was a fast dog. Like herself.
She pawed the ground some more, revealing the green grass under it. She wanted to talk but she couldn’t. So instead. She just walked over and laid next to him. Setting her head on his neck. Feeling his neck move under her. She rasped over his pelt a few times. Before setting it back down on his neck and closing her eyes. Feeling safe, and comfortable.
[/quote][/center][/size]As she stood in the freezing water. Her paws going numb and her body shivering like hell, she shook her pelt and jumped playfully out of the water splashing the brute a little bit. She shook her pelt yet once again, freeing herself with most of the water. And she pawed at the snow under her. She looked at the brute and for the first time, examined him. She could see him clearer than before. The brute showed dominance and history. His face was extremely attractive, and she felt the urge to flirt. But she also felt she cant. It was odd. He had a scar visible, and it was across his left eye. It made him look worn, and aggressive. Yet, she didn’t know how that could happen if he somewhat saved her. She enjoyed running with him, and he was a fast dog. Like herself.
She pawed the ground some more, revealing the green grass under it. She wanted to talk but she couldn’t. So instead. She just walked over and laid next to him. Setting her head on his neck. Feeling his neck move under her. She rasped over his pelt a few times. Before setting it back down on his neck and closing her eyes. Feeling safe, and comfortable.
