♥Lettie ♥(Done!)

[Sonja]

{Lyrical}LETTIE{Lies}



age 2-3
gender Femme
breed(s) Australian Shepherd Purebred
pack City Pack

personality

Being a femme comes with the personality to be a complete bitch sometimes and of course being sweet other times. Lettie is a very passionate dog, and takes any cause under her wing, yet defends it completly even to the point with her life.

When upset or sad, her whole appearance seems almost shaken from being. This makes her eyes look dull and uninteresting compared to the bright warm amber that usually inhabits it. When angry the feeling of being in a room full of swarming, angry bees comes to mind. And that comparing her and the bee's it seems that theres no difference accept for the fact that her stinger is her tounge and not an actual stinger.

By her tounge i mean, her words, her speeches. Along wiht passion come the ability to move others in ways that are not usually done. This makes her point come clear across, and shows her passionate personality. Her blood is not tainted, which means that of course she is a normal dog. But she's definatley not in the catagory in any other ways.

Her other quirky ways involve love to broken things, among others. By this i mean, she likes to fix things to get to know them rather than actually be fixed by someone else. Or just meeting them, she still prefers to help them with their severe problems.

Don't be underestimated by what you've read so far. She's a pistol ready to fire when made angry. And her fighting is legendary where she came from. Many wouldn't go near her except for her friends who knew she wouldn't hurt them. Even dark allies at dark hours, does not bother her since she knows that she could probably put up enough fight for them to give up.

appearance

Lettie by far, is not an ugly dog. But she's not completely drop dead gorgous either. She's just plain beautiful, no questions asked. Her fur has a glossy sheen when actually clean which isn't very often. It's colors are white, black and red, all normal colors for an australian shepherd colors. Her favorite time of year is winter, when her breath frosts the hair and her fur is cleaner than ever.

Around her muzzle, the sides are the reddish color which fades into white at the top and bottom. Her body is completely black except for her underbelly which is white and her legs which have white with black spots. Also above her eyes is a mimic of eyebrows, and around her neck is a white patch of fur that looks like a bandana.

And of course we have to talk about her lovely eyes. Her eyes are pools of amber that seem to be able to stare right through what she's looking at to find the dog underneath.

history

Born as a puppy to a breeder in Montana , where the rolling clouds came and large fields full of weeds. On this farm with her three other brothers, she was in bliss and the only female there except for the other brood dogs and her own mother of course.

She was sold to a family near a large city but still in a rural area. They had a barn, a couple of acres and her favorite thing. Sheep. Of course now you'd ask why she would join the city pack? Well, her family, called the Whitmores moved to the city for the husbands job. Here, she was inside more than a dog should be, so happy became an appearance she had to keep up instead of a state of mind.

So with that of course came the need oto be free. To be free and smell air that hasn't been in an apartment complex for about 24 hours. And of course, when one of the little girls left the door open when she went to get a drink from the vending machine down the hall. And there was the large window of oppertunity.

Darting out the hall, she fled down the stairs and out the door to freedom. Out here, the air smelled like hot dogs, cars and real air. And of course pounding down the stairs after her was the little girl, who screamed her pet name 'Maggie' up and down hte street but knew she was gone forever.

And from there she wandered onto the city pack's terrritory and immediatly could smell a males scent marker. So she hung around the edge, and now she waits for the alpha male to find her.

Standing up slowly, he didn't respond but looked behind him quickly. Lettie grabbed the knife in her pocket and shoved it in his heart, twisting it to make sure. He cried out and his last site was her slightly blood spattered face. He went down on his stomach and was silent. Saving her tears for the deceased later, Lettie picked up his automatic rifle and rushed off down the road. Lettie looked similar to an angel from hell, her hair blown out behind her and her blood spattered clothes and face.

Running to the side of a building, she looked around and saw Kali, Nick and the back of Jack running away. And even furthur was the ever bold Vivian was going after Eddie, which didn't look too good for the Flying Sword Captain. Throwing herself into a pit next to them, she had just missed a bullet to the head form a sniper across the way. Looking at Kali, she spat on the ground,

"God, i don't know where all this rage comes from...probably from wanting to hit Connor. How's it going over here?"

Laughing lightly at her comment, she knew that it was right. She wanted to hit and kiss Connor at the same time, making it hard to decide between the two. But, that would have to wait till later, so she attached herself to help Kali with her burden, knowing it was heavier than anyones here, not hers, not Viv's, not anyones. Sighing, she loaded, and fired toward a group of advancing militia from the shore, causeing one of them to fall motionless on the ground. Hereing some of them say some things such as, kill those whores and sons of bit*hes, she yelled back,

"Why don't you run back home to your captain and tell him to go to hell you assh*les!"

Sitting back down, she waited patiently for Kali's answer...

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