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[>KIATA;<]

Welcome to my tracker

Please do not steal.

My name is Kirstie, but you can either call me Kiata or Kirstie, I don't mind. I live in England (WOO GO ENGLAND!) and I <3 dogs. They are one of my favourite animals (and wolves). I have a three-legged cat called Millie ( [x]) And I have a kitten called Cleo ([x]). I also have a brown and white hamster called Cookie.

I am thirteen yeas old and I have blonde hair and a freckled face, with green eyes. I am short (woo, go short people) and I am uncool My friends think I am crazy and mad and I think they're right! Most of the day, I just sit on the computer, which is sad, but fun. I do go out with my friends as well =]

Enough about me though x

If anyone wants to talk, just pm me or add me on msn:
[e-mail]

Thanks!


The dogs
Caractacus
Allanah - pending

Thought key -
♥ - love
♥ - lust
♥ - love as kin
♣ - hate
♣ - Aquaintance
♠ - Friends
♠ - Best Friends

Health key -
Overweight
Underweight
Heat
Pregnant
Dieing
Healthy
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MY;LIFE;AS;A;DOG [SIN] - Caractacus

[>KIATA;<]

Caractacus

Behind these eyes is me.

About me

I was cursed Caractacus[/center]

Age:

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Four summers I have been in this world

Gender:

God has moulded me male

Breed:

My parents were English Setter

Pack:

I run for the City pack.

Health:

Healthy

What am I like:

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.

I look back over my years:

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.

I look into a puddle and see myself:

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.

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Family:

Father - N/A
Mother - N/A
Brothers - N/A
Sisters - N/A
Puppies - N/A

Close Friends

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N/A

Enemies:

N/A

Who I have raped/been raped by:

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Who I have mated/been mated by:

N/A

Thoughts on other dogs:

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What I think
How can you recognize me?
My speckled nose
What do people think of me?
Hah how should I know?
My dream would be:
What's a dog like me having dreams?
What do I want most in this world:
Nothing!
What do I hate in this world:
Humans.
What do I love in this world:
Life.

What do I love singing to:

Behind these hazel eyes - Kelly Clarkson

Lyrics:

Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
'Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside
Anymore...

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Where can you currently find me?
At the junk yard.

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[>KIATA;<]

ALLANAH

I may be cute but I can still bite.

About me

I was cursed Allanah[/center]

Age:

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Three summers I have been in this world

Gender:

God has moulded me female

Breed:

My parents were Golden Retrievers

Pack:

I run for the country pack.

Health:

Underweight

What am I like:

Allanah is one of those dogs who likes to just sit back and relax and watch the day fly by. She is never in a rush and has a patient mood. Her calmness often annoys a lot of dogs and she can be snappy when dogs threaten her. She isn't a fighter, and hardly has any idea how to fight, but she will still try if she is being challenged. Allanah loves to listen, instead of talking and she is quite quiet. Although she is quiet, that doesn't mean she is shy, on the contrary, she is lively and active and loves to get to know new dogs.

There is one thing she does hate, though. She hates rapists. When only a puppy she was told of their evil doings and how they treat bitches like her. She would rather die than walk up to them. Another thing she hates is sluts. Who would want to purposely go up to one of those stupid rapists and ASK to be raped, just for the fun of it and probably getting puppies in the making? Absolutely stupid.

Her worst hate is far beyond that, though. What she really hates, and what a lot of dogs do hate, is humans. The filthy, dirty, stinking humans which treat dogs like crap and beat them around the place, not even caring for their feelings. All they care about is themselves, and how loud their voices are. It makes Allanah want to scream.

I look back over my years:

"Woah look at this, four bitches!" Curled up inside a box was four small bitch puppies and one mother, resting while they suckled on her milk. A man bent over and stared at the little puppies, and picked up one, weighing it in his hands. "Shame there are no brutes." He murmured, and sighed, placing the puppy down again in the box. The puppy soon crawled back to her mother and started to suckle again, while the man put down some food for the bitch. "These are going to cost too much, how are we ever going to look after them?" A woman which was standing next to the man asked. The man shrugged and went out of the room. The woman stroked the bitch's head and put a sign up outside her house.

PUPPIES FOR SALE, SELLING THEM CHEAP!
ALL BITCHES. EVERYONE MUST GO!

The puppies led a good puppy hood, with their mother and they were being fed up well, but soon people started to visit, interested in buying one of the puppies. There were so many that if all were to be satisfied with a puppy, four was just not enough. Soon the buyers were all sorted out, but one man who had tried to get hold of a puppy was sent home again, with no puppy. He snuck out in the night and climbed through the window, then picked up a puppy in his arms, which was Allanah and went off with her into the night. The family was distraught at the news that one puppy had been stolen in the night, and fliers were put up all around the city, trying to find out who had stolen the poor puppy.

It was no use, though. The puppy never returned and the man got away with it. However, the puppy wasn't for him, it was for his daughter for Christmas. He put the puppy in a box, with just one hole for her to breathe and waited until Christmas. Allanah nearly suffocated from the lack of air, and it was lucky that she did survive. At Christmas the little girl opened up the box to see a puppy, half collapsed on the floor from lack of water and food, let alone air. She brought the puppy up in her arms and hugged her tight, before starting to fuss over her.

Allannah hated her life, the little girl couldn't look after her properly and when out for a walk, the little girl took off the lead for her to run around for a bit. This was Allanah's chance of freedom! She ran as fast as she could and never even looked back to see the little girl's face. Since then she has been alone in the world and loved it so much. Allanah still lives on the street and doesn't ever want to be locked up with a human ever again.

I look into a puddle and see myself:

Allanah is a rather shorter retriever, standing at twenty inches from the ground, and because of living on the streets, she weighs less as well, fifty-eight pounds. Her fur, which once used to be glossy and beautiful is now caked in dirt from the never ending walk of the streets. Her orbs are a dark chocolate brown and her pelt is a beautiful pale golden colour.

She has a wide, powerful muzzle, which is good for hunting her prey and killing them, dead, and strong, muscular thighs to take her long distances for hunting. Her tail is long and bushy and her coat is thick, which is good to stay alive from the winter. She is prone to hip dysplasia, and is already getting weak in her rear end. She is never good at climbing up steep steps and often loses her place. This is strange for a bitch for so young, but maybe she was just unlucky.

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Family:

Father - N/A
Mother - N/A
Brothers - N/A
Sisters - N/A
Puppies -N/A

Close Friends

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Enemies:

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Who I have raped/been raped by:

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Who I have mated/been mated by:

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Thoughts on other dogs:

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What I think
How can you recognize me?
My golden coat
What do people think of me?
Unsure
My dream would be:
To live in peace
What do I want most in this world:
A mate
What do I hate in this world:
Rapists, humans, sluts
What do I love in this world:
Kindness

What do I love singing to:

N/A

Lyrics:
N/A

Where can you currently find me?
Currently nowhere.

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