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Post by Free on Jan 29, 2011 9:30:36 GMT -5
THE subjects;[/size] Devi ~ Dog ~ Female
Nizhoni ~ Horse ~ Stallion
Zayne ~ Dog ~ Female
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Post by Free on Jan 29, 2011 10:21:08 GMT -5
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THE 4-1-1
Full Name: Devi
Nickname(s): Not at the moment
Age: Two years
Gender: Female
Species: Canine
Breed(s): Unknown (wide mix of dog breeds have gone into her ancestors, by now her and her family really don't know)
Other: Puppies on the way, will be created at a later date
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Devi is, quite simply, stunning. Her coat is a light brown, unvarying in color throughout her body. Her chest is white, and it extends up to her chin and down to her stomach. Her pelt is very short and thick, not lending itself well to holding in warmth. It is silky to the touch, and is nearly irresistible once you've felt it. Her eyes are a rich, unfathomable brown, often tinged with sorrow or a mourning for her brother and for herself. She is a fairly tall dog, but extremely slender and lithe. She doesn't appear muscular, and truly isn't a dog built for fighting. (She really is just stunning. If you don't think so, please don't RP with her, because I built her on the premise she is nearly irresistible.)
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Devi is quiet, subdued. She isn't often seen, even if she is near. She is wonderful with deception, for it is the only thing that has kept her alive and almost untouched. Her experiences have left her heart scarred, and the healing back has made is harder to get in. She is cautious, and is slowly becoming a better judge of character, a skill that would have benefited her greatly. She isn't afraid to stick up for herself, but she is no match for males or others more skilled than she. She has no reserves, no special trick to fall on. Despair is an often seen emotion in her eye, even when all she has are her thoughts. Even then, it just makes her beauty haunting, and all the more alluring. Anything she does to get rid of this curse, it doesn't work. Mud just sheds easily from her fur, skinniness leads to pity.
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Slim, shy, and absolutely stunning. All the things her mother, grandmother, and on up had been. A blessing, in all but their own eyes. They see it as a curse, a thing to be pitied, but the world doesn't see it that way. They are prizes to be acquired, prizes to be won. Or in their cases, cruelly taken. Let's start with her grandmother. Her parents had actually managed to stay together, but Kore managed to block out the quarrels and the new gashes that appeared on her mother overnight. As soon as she could, she got out of there, despite her mother warning her not all dogs would be as good as her father. Good as her father? she had thought bitterly. Any male would be better than her father. But as soon as she came into heat that first time, she was raped and left to die. Only she was born of a sturdy family. She didn't die. Instead, she birthed a litter. The first puppy was a female, and she bitterly called her Touche, now knowing what her mother had meant. Kore could not hide her bitterness from her own pups, so Touche had gotten out as fast as she could. She had lasted a bit longer before she two was raped. She was barely old enough to have puppies, and her own brought great distress. She could barely take care of herself, let alone four tiny puppies. She gave them names, names better than her own. But by the time they were weaned, a boy and a girl had died. All that was left was Devi and her brother, Rocky. Devi lasted longer than her mother and grandmother and all those before her. She had a mother who cared enough to talk to her, to warn her. And a brother who wasn't about to let his little sister get hurt. She was grateful to them, and stayed happily in their protection. But they couldn't be there forever. She had just turned one when she was left by herself. She was feeling a little weird, but she ignored it and stayed out of sight. But he found her. He seemed nice, talked to her, coaxed her out. She began to trust him. A nice dog like him, he wasn't one of the ones her mother was talking about. She was a little nervous when he came closer, but it was only to hear her better. At least until he lunged and grabbed the scruff of her neck before she could blink. And then he raped her. Didn't stop until her brother returned to chase him off. He tried to comfort her, console her, but she didn't move. Couldn't. Even when a human came. Her brother managed to drag her a couple of feet, but his fear was too great and he had to run away. She didn't blame him, because she had just learned a new meaning of fear. She was caught, thrown on a boat because she was too pretty to kill. Because of her timidness, she ate barely anything on the ride over. The other dogs got to it first, and often stole hers if she did manage to get some. She barely stayed alive. And then the freezing water. She barely made it to the beach. And so she was left to die, curled up in a ball. But a male came, and he saved her. He warmed her with his own body and took her to shelter. She was just starting to get healthy when yet another ship came and captured all dogs and wolves they could find. They were kept separate this time, and she was able to pick at her food, eating what little there was. They were released on the island this time, and she wonders just how many times her life will be thrust upside down.
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Post by Free on Nov 23, 2011 13:58:57 GMT -5
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THE 4-1-1
Full Name: Nizhoni
Nickname(s): Ni (pronounced Nee)
Age: Six years
Gender: Stallion
Species: Equine
Breed(s): Appaloosa
Other: Has a feather stuck in his mane (his owner was going for the Rain [you know, from Spirit?] look), and a thin leather strip around his neck for steering without reins
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The first thing you are hit with when you see him is he is definitely an appaloosa. He is a snow white, dotted with bay spots that concentrate around his feet and face. His mane and tail are a mixture of white and black, giving a splotched grayish feel. He is powerfully built, with excellent conformation and well-developed muscles. He stands at a neat fifteen three hands, not too tall, but giving him the advantage of speed and agility over strength and power. He still is fairly powerful, and extremely accurate, but he doesn't have much brute strength. He is an average weight for his size, not given to hidden power.
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Ni is... well, a typical stallion. He's a bit hot headed, and is very willful. He can practice restraint around mares, but as to if he will, you never know. Once you get past this rather brutal exterior, he can be loving and truly does care for those he lets close. He is prone to arrogance, but is smart enough to know when he's bested. He does play favorites, which is probably the reason he doesn't have many mare friends. He's been raised around humans, and loves them because they have treats. He doesn't mind taking them around on his back, and will be quite amiable while being ridden. He has a very strong work ethic, although he is prone to grazing or socializing while standing still.
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Ni was born to an Indian mare, one actively ridden in a place for tourists to come around and see what a real Indian camp would look like. He was stared at by many eyes, and got used to constant human and horse interaction. He roamed with a herd of Indian horses, but was regularly handled and trained to stay around, and submit to human hands. Long admired for his beauty, he was left intact. His owner, an elderly Indian, named him Nizhoni for his beauty, and quickly began breaking him when he was old enough. He was punished severely for things like bucking and being generally willful, and he grew to understand what the human wanted. He became a willing mount, with only rare issues while being ridden. He knew the consequences. With the new government interest, riding around on a horse in only leggings was no longer accepted, despite the fact that it was history. His owner was given repeated warnings, beatings even, but he refused to change. He was respected in his community, so he couldn't be made to disappear. But his prized stallion could. During the night, Ni was taken and shipped off, and arrived at the island relatively unharmed. He hasn't been wandering around long, but he's been sticking near the human areas just to be safe.
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