Post by Safe Haven on Mar 12, 2011 18:13:09 GMT -5
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Full Name: Silvishky
Nickname(s): Silvy
Age: 3
Gender: Male
Species: Canis familiaris
Breed(s): Akita x Chow Chow x Siberian Husky x German Shepherd x American Alsatian
Other:
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His thick, medium-length double coat is multi-colored, with diluted hues typical to mongrel type. The chest, neck, and stomach of the male are colored like ivory stone. His sharply pointed ears and shoulders and tail are edged and flecked in the bone color as well. The main though, is soft black. Pale chocolate brown rings face, beggining at his wet black nose and circling his eyes. The eyes themselves are a lovely reddish brown shade similar to that of carnelian stone. He has a long, squared-off muzzle with a gentle stop. His back has a small dip in the middle, making his shoulders and hindquarters look raised. This coupled with his eternally low head gives him the look of a prowling jungle cat. He has sturdy legs of medium length with large, ovular paws.
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This brute is a perfect example of the feral dog at its best. Silvishky treats everyone he meets with the caution of one constantly searching for some sort of traitor or spy. Anyone directing questions at him is usually repelled with a glare or a cold shoulder. He just doesn't like questions; not many people do. When confronted or challenged, it is rare for him to back down and surrender. Silvishky works hard to get what he wants. If you want, you'll have to pry it from his cold, dead jaws. The five year old will seize almost every opportunity that he is presented with, be it food or shelter or protection. He looks for a potential mate in each female. When he does have pups, he wants them to be from a sound mother who will do her best to raise them. Silvishky will stick and around take care of them, unlike some males, but that's no guarantee that he'll love them. Seeing as the only strong emotions that he seems to feel are possessiveness and determination, it is pretty easy to see that he will have a hard time growing close to someone or showing affection to them.
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His mother, Silvy, was an unusually succesful stray. She never went hungry and seemed to get sick or hurt. Nearly every pup that Silvy gave birth to survived to adulthood. She never actually settled down with one male, breeding with a different one each season. Her final partner, Vash, was much younger than she was but much more determined to raise his spawn than her previous lovers. Silvishky was the first born of a pair of males. His little brother was named Vin. The two spent many of their days with their parents, learning how to fend for themselves. Silvishky was definitely the better student. Vin rarely succeeded at the lessons and ended up as a victim of Silvishky's bullying because of it. At first it was just insults aimed towards his character and sexuality. It quickly progressed into physical violence in addition to the pejorative terms. At first poor Vin tried fighting back, but his larger brother always punished him for it. Eventually he just cowered whenever Silvishky came near. This continued until they hit the age of two, when they left their mother and father to live by themselves. He was captured one year into his solitary life, having been sedated after getting caught in a trap while hunting. His unconscious body was loaded onto a ship bound for Gershom.
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RP Example: It looked as if someone had set fire to the lush foliage of summer. The cool shades of green had been exchanged for vivid gold, fiery crimson, and striking orange. There were quite a few emerald bracts still poking out from under their more attractive cousins, evidence that it was not too late into the season. This earliness did not seem to deter the wildlife. They still went about preparing for the colder season to come as if it were mere days instead of months away. Squirrels were gathering their nuts. Bears were packing on the pounds. Most species of birds were winging their way south towards warmer climates. Many dogs were finding places to settle down so that they could begin to fortify their wintertime dens with whatever warm materials that they could find in the trash.
Our hero, however, wasn't packing down just yet. He wanted to learn more about Kismet and its environs. What could he catch here, and where could he find it? Were there any unguarded dumpsters and trashcans where he could forage for food? Silvishky also wanted to learn where exactly the pack borders were around here. There were four of them, each with plenty of members willing to defend it against anyone who wasn't keen on joining but still strutted about on their lands. Silvishky's strong dislike of others and the questions they inevitably asked would keep him from staying around even their borders for too long.
Right now he was strolling down a well-travelled hiking trail that wound between the trees like a snake. The ground was cool and soft. It was slightly moist instead of dry, allowing his nubby black claws to tear it up with each step. His wolfish head, normally held in a lowered position, bobbed up and down slightly with each prowling step he took. Sharply pointed ears twitched and tilted to catch the delicate pitter-patter of paws or leaves hitting the ground. Wet black nostrils flared as he caught the mouth-watering scent of mice. Dark brown orbs scanned the carpet of leaves from years past for a hole that marked the entrance to their little burrow. It took him a few minutes, but once he found it, he crept towards it without a sound. Another couple of minutes were used up in waiting for one of the little rodents to rear their ugly heads. As soon as it was a few inches from the safety of its home, the dog snapped him up. The little morself was swallowed whole. He licked his chops in satisfaction; what a lovely snack...[/size]
