Post by Fezzlynn on Dec 24, 2007 19:32:44 GMT -5
Name: Tabby
Animal Species: Dog
Breed: Siberian Husky
Age: 1
Sex: Female
Personality:
About a year later
My pups, were have they gone a small husky wailed into the night. She ran frantica;;y outside, looking for her newbrons, but they were no were to be seen. Sitting on the purch, she let out a long, depressed howl for the lost newbors, her eyes clouded. She lied down, her body withering in grief. Everything was blurred, and her world seemed to be coming to an end until....Are you ok miss? Still kicking out, she looked at the blurry figure of a male dog. She blinked as he was still there, and instantly stopped withering on the ground when she heard a high-pitched wail. She sprang up, but they weren't her pups. Her head hung, and her tail drooped. I've lost my newborns... she whimpered sadly.
The male looked back at his pups, then the female, and almost at once asked, Can you take care of them? Their mother died giving birth.... he trailed off and the female brightened and nodded. Yes, I will take care of them. Lets get them inside! They must be cold and hungry.
Month later
Tabby pressed herself against the side of Howler, who she called Night. They were her adopted pups, but she treated them as if they were her own. The tusseled in the snow, barking and biting lightly at each other. They're so beautiful... she murmed to Howler. he just nodded.[/blockquote]Mate: Howler
Other:
Animal Species: Dog
Breed: Siberian Husky
Age: 1
Sex: Female
Personality:
Tabby is a affectionate dog. She loves pups, and loves her new mate, Howler. She would give up her life for her adopted pups, Sidney and Storm. She would fight side-by-side with her mate as well.Description:
Tabby has unusual black and brown brindle markings. Her muzzle is white, with a white blaze, white legs and paws, underbelly, chest, and half of tail.History:
What are you doing? a little brindle-and-white husky squeaked with alarm as some weird conjunction was straped to her scrawny body. She looked up at her mother, who laughed and said, It's a harness. Do as I say and everything will be ok.[/b] she thought, and with more enthuisiams each time, did it again.
Tabby watched in disbeilief as her mothre allowed the man to freely put on the weird contraction on her body, and hook her up to the sledd. The man went ahead and called to them. Come here, you two! Her mother nudged her to move, and the two pulled the light-weighted sled across the snow. That wasn't so bad...
About a year later
My pups, were have they gone a small husky wailed into the night. She ran frantica;;y outside, looking for her newbrons, but they were no were to be seen. Sitting on the purch, she let out a long, depressed howl for the lost newbors, her eyes clouded. She lied down, her body withering in grief. Everything was blurred, and her world seemed to be coming to an end until....Are you ok miss? Still kicking out, she looked at the blurry figure of a male dog. She blinked as he was still there, and instantly stopped withering on the ground when she heard a high-pitched wail. She sprang up, but they weren't her pups. Her head hung, and her tail drooped. I've lost my newborns... she whimpered sadly.
The male looked back at his pups, then the female, and almost at once asked, Can you take care of them? Their mother died giving birth.... he trailed off and the female brightened and nodded. Yes, I will take care of them. Lets get them inside! They must be cold and hungry.
Month later
Tabby pressed herself against the side of Howler, who she called Night. They were her adopted pups, but she treated them as if they were her own. The tusseled in the snow, barking and biting lightly at each other. They're so beautiful... she murmed to Howler. he just nodded.[/blockquote]Mate: Howler
Other:
Accepted by Fezzlynn