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Alpha: Rose
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Deltas: Harlo, Shadow, River, Arro, Trix, Tye ((open, unlimited number))
Omegas: Hawk ((open, limited to 1 more space for now))
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Pups: Lilith {{closed spaces for now}}
Elders: Zeus {{Closed spaces for now}}
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Age (pup, youth, young adult, adult, elder): Adult
Sex: fae
Breed: mutt, possibly som Labrador and German Shepherd in her blood
Height: from head to paws she is 3"5
Body physique: her body is close to that of an English Labrador, albeit slightly leaner. Her legs, especially noticeable in her hind quarters, are well tone with muscle.
Coat: her coat is soft with slight roughness to it. Her "mane" is plush and lacks the slight roughness to the rest if her coat. The pelt itself is that of a deep russet-red, ticked and tipped with a dark coloration that travels down her spine, nearly covering her floppy ears and bushy tail.
Eye color: pale yellow
Scent: roses and mulch
Other descriptors: there are scars in the shape of claw marks crossing left shoulder from a past fight
Strengths: She often speaks her mind (though this could also be negative considering it has also gotten her into bad or awkward situations). She takes her responsibilities with seriousness and care. Rose is a cautious dog, though not so much that she is unwilling to try or do anything. Due to her past as a ring dog, she's skilled in fighting and caries a set of power locking jaws.
Weaknesses: She's rather introverted, though not extremely so, she mostly likes to spend time alone or spend time in silence to help her think. With that being said, she isn't exactly the shy type either, very blunt with what she says even if she doesn't mean to sound harsh. She has a large disdain for humans, constantly wary around them (her disdain can cloud her judgement) and should one approach she is known to show aggression. Rose can be hard on herself and her own self doubt makes her falter.
Personality:
Rose is a dog who believes that, no matter what, you must keep moving forward. This is essential to survival in her eyes, dwell in the past for too long and you'll get left behind.
She takes her responsibilities (whatever they may be) with seriousness, and if something gets in the way of that, she ensures to correct it or get rid of it immediately.
Rose believes that every dog, or any other animal for that matter, is in control of their destiny and what they do with it is entirely up to them. And so long as they don't make themselves a threat, she could care less what they do.
Despite her coming off as unsympathetic or uncaring towards others, there is a softness to her to where if she sees a dog in serious trouble she'll swoop in an attempt to help them.
When push comes to shove, Rose is a realist, the world is not black nor white, it's grey and unfair to those that were simply born given the short end of the stick.
History (can be long or short: Rose was born and raised in the underworld of illegal dog fighting rings. Taken the moment she was weened from her mother, Rose was trained for brawling, mauling and even killing other dogs. She would've be given the same fate as her mother, whose only purpose was for breeding new fighting dogs. Instead, Rose was born infertile, unable to bare pups of her own, her master decided to put her into other uses. Due to this life she was given, Rose only knew of a few things, humans were violent creatures, and life wasn't fair as it was clear she was given the short end of the stick in life. During her youth, and when still in training, the young fae had a new "neighbor" beside her cage. An older dog, nearly reaching his elder years, who referred to himself as Grey. The older dog would tell the then young Rose of stories about a forest with golden leaves, stories similar to what her mother had told her when she was a pup. However, Grey claimed that he had actually seen this forest.
She didn't believe him, simply thinking that the old dog was going senile. That was until one day, she managed to escape the ring. Just a few months before she reached young adulthood and deemed a "proper" fight dog to be used officially in the ring, she figured out how to unlock her cage and ran off. For the first time of her life, she was free and lived on the city streets for nearly over a month. During this time she learned that the city life of a stray could be just as cruel and as dangerous as the ring. But still, at least she wasn't caged up and consistently beaten. One day, Rose came across one of those strange boxes the humans would watch through a sheet of glass while roaming the streets. The box flashed an image of a forest with golden leaves, just as Grey described it. Taken back by the fact of what she was actually witnessing, she did not notice the man approaching behind her with his metal noose. Rose was recaptured and thrown back into the ring life, but she never forgot the days of her limited freedom, nor the golden forest.
Name: Harlo
Nickname/Other Alias: Harley
Age (pup, youth, young adult, adult, elder): adult
Sex: brute
Breed: german shepard mix
Height: 3"8 from head to paws
Body physique: he takes more of the german shepard side in terms of body type. Balanced in strength and speed as he is well muscled, but not exceedingly so, leaving room for some leanness for agility.
Coat: His coat is short, with some feathering around his legs, thickness ins coat around his neck and feathering around his hindquarters. His pelt is majority white, with his face being split down the middle with said white fur and either side of his head masked by a dark blondish coloration and bacl marking covering over mostly his right eye. His muzzle is speckled in black spots as well a shis legs and under belly while the rest of his body is white.
Eye color: dark gold
Scent: oranges and rain (wet earth)
Other descriptors: N/A
Rank/Status: Delta
Mate: N/a
Family: Mother and father (whereabouts unknown), Human family (whereabouts unknown)
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A
Strengths: The dog is witty along with charm and he knows it. He's rather friendly and comes off as so, easy to get along with. Strong sense of loyalty.
Weaknesses: He can be a bit cowardly, believing flight instead of fight should be the first option in dangerous situations. Leans a bit too close on the cautious side if he even gets the slightest bit of a bad vibe from something or someone.
Personality:
Harlo is 100% a flirt he loves getting attention from a pretty face, but don't think this dog is shallow or the type to "toy" with someone's emotions befor eleaving after he gets bored.
He's a genuine character, who does care for the feelings of others and more than willing to be there to lend an ear when need be.
Harlo is a loyal dog and despite not exactly being the bravest nor the first jump into trouble,he will muster the courage to step in and do some rescuing when need be. Even if it might take someone to give him the said courage to do so.
He loves cracking jokes, giving and receiving banter with others (regardless of the species)
Harlo stands a bit too close to the cautious side if he gets a "bad vibe" from someone or something, though he's not the most observant dog, he's not oblivious enough to not notice when something screams "bad idea" to him.
History (can be long or short: Harlo was orphaned as a small pup on the streets til a kind human family found and adopted him. Life was good for Harlo, he lived in a decent house with huge yard, he was fed everyda and above all else, he was loved. One night, Harlo was let outside by his human boy, and was captured by an unknown man. The man muzzled and caged Garlo, tossing him into the back of a van and was taken somewhere unknown. For three days he was kept in the van as it drove and picked up a few other dogs along the way. Then finally it stopped, and Harlo, along with the other dogs, were transported to a strange building and placed in a kennel inside and of room with other kenneled dogs.
WIP
Character for future chapter
Name: Gale
Nickname/Other Alias: Windy, Snowy
Age (pup, youth, young adult, adult, elder): adult
Sex: brute
Breed: saluki
- Height: 3"2 from paws to head
- Body physique: Sleak and lean, built purely for swiftness and speed, carieing itself with an elegant gate.
- Coat: pure, solid white.
- Eye color: honey brown
- Scent: burning sage and mint
- Other descriptors:
Rank/Status: Delta (when he joins the pack), pet (before he joins the pack in a chapter)
Mate: n/a
Family: mother(Claudia), father (Asher), brothers (Frost, Sage), sister (Diamond), human family
Allies: congregation
Enemies: n/a
Strengths: His ability to act is possibly his strongest suite, as he constantly puts on a facade to gain the trust of others. Due to her s lean body, he's swift with his legs and with feathering around his toes he is a light treater who can easily sneak about with barely making a sound.
Weaknesses: He has an inflated ego and it doesn't help he is morally righteous. He is not physically strong what so ever, relying mostly on his wits and speed to gain the upper hand(paw?) or to escape a situation.
Personality: Gale comes off as calm, patient and understanding. A kind hearted dog who is a devote follower of the Lunari faith. He is more than willing to offer advice or give comfort to those who seek it or in need of it. In truth, whether or not he likes to admit, Gale is a dog who constantly judge's others morality and how righteous they are. He has a deep disdain for heathens, though he hides it well, masking his loathing with compassion. Gale believes that no dog is in control of their destiny and only their goddess herself knows and controls their fate. The dog is gifted with a silver tongue and is not above lieing to get what he wants.
History (can be long or short): Gale is born of a long line of pure breed champion Saluki show dogs. He lives within a high class neighborhood with his human family and is a respected member of a congregation of fellow pet dogs of wealthy human households.
As a young pup, Gale and his siblings were introduced and taught the Lunari faith. Gale became a devout follower of the religion, closely following his congregation's interpretation of the faith.
Name: Trix Nickname/Other Alias: Trixie Age: Youg Adult - 3 Years Old Sex: Brute Breed: Labrador Retriever
Physical description:
- Height: 3'.6".
- Body physique: His body is like the typical English Labrador, but Trix's a bit fitter, with noticeable muscles in his legs and chest.
- Coat: Pure black with a distinctive white stripe on his chest (starts a few inches away from his neck and slowly fades as it keeps going down).
- Eye color: Brown
- Scent: Fresh Mountain Grass
- Other descriptors: N/A
Rank/Status: None for now. Mate: None for now.
Family: A human family that consisted of 5 members (A mother, a father and three children: 1 boy and 2 girls). Trix still remembers the humble wooden house they lived in a small, quiet town.
Allies: A senior Brute named Zeus. Enemies: N/A
Strengths: As expected from Labradors, Trix has an excellent nose, being able to track down any trace he sniffs. He's also really smart, being able to figure out almost every situation he gets into. Also a great runner.
Weaknesses: Trix is not good at all in anything related to fighting. He prefers to solve things by talking. His extreme curiosity sometimes puts him in dangerous situations and his kindness sometimes makes him trust in bad beings that are better to stay away.
Personality:
Trix is a really friendly, kind, gentle and curious dog that's always in the mood to play or explore the world. He loves to be around people and other animals, even if they are cats. He's also social, always talking to everyone he meets or friendly barking to new humans and begging to play. There's almost anything that can upset Trix and he strongly believes that every dog should live their lives to the max and enjoy even the meaningless moments because you never know if you're going to die the day after.
When Trix sees somebody down or way too serious, he will do anything to cheer them up, which sometimes ends up in him receiving a scold or an angry bark to just leave them alone. That doesn't seem to stop him, though, because persistence is another strong thing Trix has.
History:
Trix was born in a litter of 6 puppies, including himself: 4 females and 2 males. They all belonged to a huge and lovingly house that worked as a kennel for Labrador Retrievers. Trix never met his father like most animals, but he knew her caring mother, Daisy. She taught him and his sibblings the ways to be a good pet dog, so they could be ready for that big day someone or a family adopt them. It didn't took long for Trix to be adopted by a beautiful family of 5 when he turned 6 months old. He felt sad to leave his true family, but Daisy told him that everything will be alright and that she was happy to see him go with a caring family to bring them joy.
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And so, Trix spent the rest of his life with his adoptive family that loved him a lot. They always made sure he was fed properly, groomed, healthy and pretty much making sure that their beloved Trix was a happy dog, kind of pampering him a little. In return, Trix loved them back like 3 times more than them to him, making them the happiest family ever. Everything was just perfect and Trix couldn't ask for more. Maybe just to stay like this until the end of his days. Unfortunely for him, everything he knew was about to change forever thanks to his curiosity.
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Everything happened on a summer evening when Trix and his human family went out to a famous park in New York for a picnic. He was playing to fetch a freesby with one of the male kids on a open field. On a turn, the kid accidentally threw the toy way too far and went right into nearby woods. Not giving much care and excited, Trix ran into the woods without thinking it twice and not hearing his family yelling at him to stop. As he went deep into the woods, the curious dog encountered a shady trio of men carrying some weird instruments for catching dogs. They also had Trix's freesby, so he friendly barked at them, wagging his tail as he thought they wanted to play with him.
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As they heard him, they quickly turned around and spotted Trix. They chuckled evilly and began to walk toward him, catching nets in hands. The poor dog just waited for them excited instead of running. The next thing he knew was being caught by a net and tackled to the ground by two men to restrain him from escaping. Trix whimpered and looked at them, confused and scared, but they only laughed at him, saying all the money they will earn once they sold him in the black market. They harshly threw him inside a uncomfortable cage at the back of a Jeep and drove away from the park through a hidden road in the woods. He was 3 years old when he was taken.
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Some long hours later, the Jeep stopped in a dark and scary alley, in front of what looked like an abandoned building. By the noisy sounds of cars and other things, Trix realized he was way too far from his silent town and cozy home. Also, by the way the kidnappers were talking and laughing, he knew they were bad people and had to find a way to escape from them soon. So, as they took him out of the Jeep inside the cage to bring him into the building, Trix began to think about a escape plan. Once inside, he felt like entering a living nightmare: the whimpers, cries, and barks of desperation from dogs could be heard everywhere, followed by scolds or shouts from people to silence them.
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Trix was brought into a pretty big room with just a small window that was sealed. There was also rows of cages, some of them occupied with dogs that barked, whimpered or begged to be released from this madhouse. The poor Trix was placed in a filthy cage that was big enough for him, but was stained and smelled like blood from past dogs. When the humans left, Trix began to pick the lock of his cage with a claw and after unlocking it, he jumped out and ran away, been able to pass through the door, but was caught by a man and returned to a cage, this one higher and with a complex lock to pick.
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Right now, Trix has been held captive in the building for 6 months and has attempted to escape 36 times with no success and just earning a couple of punishments once in a while. Still, that won't stop him to keep trying and believing that one day, he will escape and reunite with his beloved family.
• "This time, I have a masterplan that will work like a charm... B-But it doesn't, I-I just make another one that's going to DEFINITELY WORK!"
Name: Zeus Nickname/Other Alias: N/A Age: Senior - 8 Years Old Sex: Brute Breed: Australian Shepherd Physical description:
- Height: 24 inches.
- Body physique: His body is traditionally medium-size with a solid build, giving out the idea that Zeus was a pretty active dog in his younger ages.
- Coat: Red Merle (a mottled patchwork of cream and red/liver) with white markings on his face, collar, legs, chest, and underbelly.
- Eye color: Bi-colored (right eye is red; left eye is blue).
- Scent: Daisies.
- Other descriptors: Due to his old age, Zeus suffers from hearing issues, so it's needed to speak loud and clear to communicate with him. He also tends to sleep out of the blue, even if he's having a conversation.
Rank/Status: None for now.
Mate: None for now, but had one in his past (a beautiful Collie named Rain that died from cancer).
Family: A human family that consisted of 5 members (A widowed mother of 4 children: 1 boy and 3 girls). Surprisingly, Zeus remembers their cozy and big house in a pacific and friendly neighborhood somewhere in Pennsylvania.
Allies: A young adult Brute named Trix.
Enemies: N/A
Strengths: As expected from Aussies, Zeus is extremely intelligent and pretty versatile even in his old age. He's able to adapt to any situation and can think for itself to solve pretty much any problem he gets into, been able to escape from the cage of his captivities several times in the past. However, he doesn't seem to want to escape or leave his captive place because he doesn't have any place to return.
Zeus also has strong sense of discovering secret stuff from people or dogs by just looking at them attentively. He's also good at understanding the human language perfectly after practically been raised by a human family.
Weaknesses: Like mentioned before, Zeus doesn't have the strength and energy like when he was young, so he tends to act calmly to save his energy for things that matter in spending it. He also has hearing issues, difficulting his awareness of his surroundings. Still, that doesn't seem to stop Zeus from feeling alive.
Personality:
Zeus is a friendly, kind and humble senior dog that just spends most of his time pretty much chilling. He have seen a lot in his life, so he's a great story teller and a wise dog anyone can always come to him and ask for an advice. He also tends to joke around and, obviously, refuses to use the violence, mostly because he's too old for that. Instead, he prefers to solve problems by talking.
He's also a big believer of the Lunari faith, something strange these days among dogs. He knows a lot of stories abous the goddess Albalapis and he wishes to reunite with her and his beloved Rain someday, right among the stars. He also has an impressive ability to know things about dogs and humans just by observing them carefully, sometimes discovering secrets that even they didn't know about. It's like a special gift he strongly believes was given to him by Albalapis, but other dogs simply believe that it's just wisdom the Aussie adquiered for been old.
History:
Zeus has been living with a wondering family of 5 people since he was a cute 5 months old pup. Since his arrival, Zeus brought them that happiness and hope they lost when the man of the house died. They said that Zeus was like an angel sent from heaven to save them all and the widowed mother even believed that he was the incarnation of her beloved husband that swore he will always be with her forevermore, even when she couldn't see him. This caring family loved Zeus a lot and the thankful dog loved them back as well.
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At the age of 4 years old, the family wanted Zeus to have a mate after seeing him kind of lonely. There's when Rain, a beautiful 5 years old Collie, stole Zeus' heart. It was love at first sight, but Rain didn't made it easy for him, though. It took him a while to know her well and gain her trust, making her fall in love with him thanks to his charm. And so, a lovely, strong and unbreakable bond was born between Zeus and Rain that promised to last forever. Sadly, when Rain turned 7 years old, she began to experience severe pain. A vet diagnosed her with terminal cancer and expected Rain to last for only a few months.
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The family was devastated as they realized they will be hit by another hard loss. Zeus was heartbroken as well, explaining that he would rather die than live in a world without her. Rain scolded him, saying that even when she was flustered by his strong love for her, those words were also nonsense. She reminded him that he needs to keep been with their family, supporting them after her departure to a better life. She also explained him that their love will never fade and that she will always be with him.
• "Don't cry for me when you miss me, Zeus. Instead, cheerish yourself and look up at a stary night with a smile. I'm going to be there among the stars with Albalapis, watching over you and waiting for that big day that you're ready to join us there. And once again, we're going to be together as one, singing the story of our lives alongside our Creator who planned it before we even born yet."
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6 months later, Rain was put to sleep after her long battle with cancer, suffering of intense pain. It was an act of mercy and something that the widowed woman decided after not been able to bear to keep watching Rain like that. The poor Zeus, even when he did his best to stay strong, suffered the most. Still, just like he promised to Rain, he will be there for his family. What he didn't knew was that a group of weird men offered a lot of money for him to the woman and shockingly she accepted, giving the excuse that she won't be able to face another loss after Rain's. The poor Zeus felt betrayed when he realized what was going on when he was given to the men, which put him in a cage in the back of a van. Then, they drove away for long hours.
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They stopped in a dark alley, in front of what appeared to be an abandoned building. When they took out Zeus from the van, the elder dog noticed he was far away from his quiet and humble town, as well from his beloved home that really wasn't his anymore. He remembered how hard the children, especially the younger one, cried for him when he was taken away. When the men brought Zeus inside the building, everything was a madhouse. Barks, whimpers, and cries from other dogs echoed and resonated everywhere and Zeus swore he heard other people hitting the dogs to silence them. They put him in a bigger cage inside a wide room with only a sealed window and rows of kennels. Some of them had dogs inside.
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Zeus was a pretty smart dog, so he could easily escape from his cage by picking its lock and make an escape, but he decided not to. After all, he didn't have a home to return out there and the family he knew and thought that loved him just sold him, the woman actually, like if he was nothing. So, even when Rain told him that she will always be with him, the poor Zeus felt alone.
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Right now, Zeus is an 8 years old Aussie, held captive in the building for over 2 years. 6 months before, he befriended a young adult Brute named Trix, which was stolen from a family.
Age (pup, youth, young adult, adult, elder): Young Adult 3 years old
Sex: Brute
Breed: German Shepherd
Physical description
- Height 26 inches
- Body physique: muscular
- Coat: black glossy and soft
- Eye color: Brown
- Scent: Pine and moss
- Other descriptors:has a white under belly and can have a aggressive attitude towards humans
Rank/Status:Delta
Mate: open
Family:
Father Unkown
Mother Unkown
Adoptive Sister: Lilth
Allies: open
Enemies: open
Strengths: agility smarts witt clever
Weaknesses: sarcasm ego pride
Personality: Shadow can out smart most humans. He is smart loyal and brave. He can also be pride full, egotistical and sarcastic. He has had a rough life so he tends to be standoffish cold and bit of a brute.
History (can be long or short): Shadow was given up at 8 weeks to a family, however after several weeks of him being his new home, he was abandoned and had to learn to survive on his own and only rely on himself no one else. Humans were all evil and unkind. So when he was taken in he had to be muzzeled so he didn't bit them.
Name: Lilith
Nickname/Other Alias: Lily
Age (pup, youth, young adult, adult, elder): pup 4 months
Sex: Fae
Breed: German Shepherd Pure breed
Physical description
- Height 65 cm
- Body physique: Muscular under loose puppy skin
- Coat: soft brown and black fur
- Eye color: hazel
- Scent: Jasmine and Honey
- Other descriptors: she has floppy ears that don't stand up. She also has large feet she will grow into
Rank/Status: pup no status yet
Mate: none
Family:
Father unknown
Mother ???
Adoptive Brother Shadow
Allies: Shadow
Enemies: open
Strengths: agility strength smarts
Weaknesses: sarcasm pride curiosity
Personality: Lilth is a puppy so she is happy and bouncy, she loves to play and look around she is curious and bit rambunctious. She can get angry and bite when she is mad,but normally happy and sweet
History (can be long or short: Lilth was born in the kennels she was fed well and got a bit of exercise here and there, but had nothing done to her yet, she was still to young for anything.
Varies from day to day. Weekends almost never, little different than the average person.
Writing Levels
Elementary
Intermediate
Adept
Advanced
Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
Male
Female
Primarily Prefer Female
Genres
Fantasy, Modern Fantasy, Magical, Modern, Realistic, Supernatural, Horror, Modern World, Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi themes. I have a wide variety of interests.
Young Adult, 2 years 9 months | Female | Belgian Malinois
Physical description
25 inches to the withers.
Athletic, lean muscle. Slightly larger compared to most female Malinois.
Short dense dark sable coat.
Chocolate Brown.
Rushing water and lavender.
She has a few scars on her nose, the only ones visible scars on her. Weighs 75 lbs.
Delta
No mate.
Parents - whereabouts unknown.
Arro - Brother.
Other siblings - whereabouts unknown.
Arro is her ally.
Enemies N/A.
River has a lot of strengths. She has an excellent sense of smell, as well as an aggressive drive. She's fit and had incredible stamina. She's also skilled with fighting, taking down both human and canine components. She works well both alone and together as a team with her brother.
As for weaknesses River doesn't do well working with anyone other than her brother. She also is more bite and questions later, having a bold and brash nature to her. She's also not good with communication. She also tends to believe she can do everything on her own.
River is a complicated dog. She's more aggressive than she is kind, and doesn't get along well with others most of the time. She doesn't trust easily, and tends to push others away, even her own brother at times. She can be a bit of a loner. She won't always be the one to start a fight, but she'll be sure to be the one to finish it.
River is stubborn and doesn't like taking orders well, though will usually follow her brothers lead, though not without her opinion voiced. She'll snap her teeth at anyone that pushes too many of her buttons. She's rugged around the edges and that typically tends to be enough to ward others away.
Her brother is the only one to know more of her 'softer' side, if such a thing can be said. But she trusts him, and so she opens up to him when she won't anyone else.
Lastly, she's never been known to show mercy.
River was born into a litter of six puppies, five boys and one female, her. Her and her brother were purchased by the same human. A woman is her 40's named Holland. From a young age her and her brother were trained into protection and police work. Her tenacity was too much for all human handlers though. She put her all into everything she did, despite the risks, once she turned of age she was put in the field.
When River was only about a year old she met Vortex, a two year old German Shepherd on the force. The two had a instant connection, at first the Shepherd looking at the fae as more of a younger sibling until she began to grow older and their opinions of one another began to change. It was young love, developing quickly since River turned two years herself. They spent eight months working together, practically inseparable. Vortex saw River for more than the work machine she acted as.
It had been a cool fall after noon when the two had been able to spend some alone time with each other, making the decision to become mates. River still remembers the day like it as a dream, and the following one was a nightmare. Vortex took a bullet to his right lung the next day while on the job the next day, something the Malinois fae blames herself for. She could have been quicker.
In blind fury she mauled the man who shot Vortex long past when he stopped breathing, and in her fit she turned on the human handler when he came to pull her off. She had sunk her own teeth into his hand until her eyes fell onto her loves limp form surrounded by blood. She had immediately let go, whining in sorrow while she tried to nudge him away.
River was put on leave after his death, and the walls she already had surrounding herself built themselves thicker, taller, new reinforcements holding them up. She never wanted to hurt like that again.
However she's not aware of the reminder she carries of the mate she lost too soon inside of her.
Swift like Arro
"Arro"
Young Adult, 2 years 9 months | Male | Belgian Malinois
Physical Description
27 inches to the withers.
Athletic, muscular. Densely built.
Short dense red-fawn coat with black.
Honey gold.
Fresh pine and winter air.
He had black ears, a black mask, and a entirely black underside. Weighs 86 lbs.
Delta
No mate.
Parents - whereabouts unknown.
River - sister.
Other siblings - whereabouts unknown.
Holland - Human Woman.
Pack and River are his allies.
Enemies N/A.
Arro is strong in a number of ways, both from his smarts and his physic. Like his sister he was trained to take down opponents of all sizes. He's also strategic, he'll take his time to figure out the best course of action before throwing himself into things.
Arro's biggest weakness would be his sister, River mean's everything to him and he'd give his own life to save hers.
Arro's a well rounded individual. He has a unbreakable sense of loyalty, not to mention he's brave. His view on things are a little lighter than his sister's and so he opens up more to other's and makes a great team player. He has both the physic and wits to keep up with others easily. He kind and care about others.
He doesn't believe that the only solution to everything is always fighting, but even he can find the benefits of it when the time comes. Sometimes both humans and dogs can be beasts of a different kind.
Arro is a bit of a natural leader as well. He looks at all sides of things and listens to others opinions. He's also approachable and doesn't try to hold himself above anyone else, looking at everyone as equals, no matter their roles.
Arro grew up similarly to his sister, growing along side her. He was more adaptable than his sister and handled the training growing up without allowing it to affect him so personally. He still looked at his opponent as another being. This never affected his work though, he knew his job and he always completed it. He fell in love with his handler, Holland.
The human was kind and adored the Malinois. She tolerated his sister, and didn't seem ready to give on her like he heard other humans tell her she should. He doesn't trust all humans, he knows bad people exist from experience, but he doesn't look at all of them as an immediate threat.
He watched his sister fall in love and than fall apart after Vortex's death. Even his own optimistic self had a hard time helping draw her from the pit she sunk herself into.
Arro spent less time working extreme cases while River was out of work, those two weeks before the day she was going to brought back in had suited himself much better. He found more enjoyment in the less harsh side of the work, it wasn't everyday he was tackling a man to the ground.
Melody
"Mel, Melly"
Youth, 1 year 4 months | Female | Rough Collie
Physical Description
22 inches to withers.
Lithe, delicate frame.
Medium length soft wavy tricolor blue merle coat.
Baby blue.
Wisteria and sugar cookies.
Full white collar, tan only on her face and back of thighs. Weighs 48 lbs.
Pet (Till joins pack)
No mate.
Greta - Mother
Falcon - Father
Siblings - N/A
Human Family
Allies: Congregation - somewhat
Enemies N/A
Melody doesn't particularly have many strengths, she's gentle and sweet. Most can't find it in them to ever become upset with her, if that could be considered a strength. Though, due to her quiet nature she's fairly good at being sneaky.
Where weaknesses lie, Melody has quite a few. She's skittish, not a fighter and can't even stand up for herself.
Melody is a sensitive being, her father refers to her as a flower. Delicate, but beautiful. She's young and more often than not she's terrified of those who surround her. She's fairly quiet, but very kind when she build up the courage to speak.
Melody spends a lot of her time lurking in the shadows, not in a threatening way, but more a 'wall flower' of sorts. She moves with quiet grace and often can get to one place to another without anyone ever noticing she was around. She seems to be easy to forget.
Melody isn't brave by any means, she's more likely to run and hide when any threat comes about. She doesn't like violence, or any kind of confrontation, so she avoids it by all means necessary.
Melody grew up under two parents devoted to the Lunari faith. She doesn't follow to believe so closely, but does find some comfort in a few things. She's seen a few horrific things, her parents being valued members of the congregation being a cause of this. They never hid some of the darker things from her after all.
Melody is scared of just about every member of the congregation, hiding behind her father while her mother makes plans. Some of these plans even include her, much to her worry. Melody dreams of freedom, but is much too scared to try and run away on her own. She knows she would never make it.
Timur
Adult, 5 years 6 months | Male | Central Asian Ovcharka
Physical Description
33 inches to the withers.
Large in all proportions, muscular.
Short/medium plush cream and white coat.
Amber.
Soot and patchouli.
Cropped ears and tail, scarring on face. Weighs 188 lbs.
Pet (Till joins pack)
No mate.
Parents - N/A
Siblings - N/A
Human Family
Allies N/A
Enemies N/A
Timur's strengths lie in the obvious physical strength he has. He's capable of taking down large enemies. His thick fur and loose skin help prevent injury to anything important. He surprisingly works well with others.
Being so large, Timur isn't exactly a man of stealth, his large size prevents it. He can be self sacrificing, knowing he can take more of a beating than most others.
Timur doesn't typically seek out social interaction, but he doesn't turn other's away when it does find him. He cares more about other's than he will let on as well, even strangers. His threatening appearance seems to make other's be more weary of him though.
Timur understand life can sometimes be full of hard decisions, and he's made himself capable or being able to make those decisions when it better for the majority. He use to harsh climates as well, able to tolerate both unbearable heat and below freezing temperatures.
He has a soft spot for pups, and sometimes it makes for a unusual sight to see such a huge being so gentle.
He's fairly calm and laid back as well, most of the time that is. When pushed hard enough his temper is raging, though it's a rare occasion for such a thing to happen.
Timur was born in Russia, he was raised to do what his breed was built for. Protecting livestock from predators. In his second year of life he'd fought a number wolves, and a bear, as well as chased off a number of wild cats as well. He wasn't the only dog protecting the livestock, there had a been a few other dogs like him.
Just before he turned four his owner sucome to an illness, collapsing around his herd and body freezing in the snow. It took two weeks before they were found.
Him and the small family he had formed with the other dogs were taken, and then separated. Housed in kennels till someone across the sea decided he was to come live with them. For the last five months he has lived a quiet life on the farm. There wasn't as many threats here, the climate more predictable.
Body physique:Bulk around the torso, legs are finely muscled, a dog truly bred for war. His stance is as still as a statue.
Coat: Thick but rather thin compared to other Husky breeds. The patches of black are dark and the white is purely white with no tinge of yellow.
Eye color: His eyes match the color of the sky, deep with even some specks of silver that nearly look white, as if you were truly looking at the sky itself within the orbs.
Scent: Slight hints of gunpowder and a stronger scent of snow. His scent may often remind one of winter nights and mountain air, with a deeper scent almost hidden that reveals the deep old battle scars of war.
Other descriptors: Tye actually has many battle scars but they are often hidden beneath his fur not easily seen. He had been shot before, stabbed, fallen in deep trenches, so on and so forth. The only real obvious one is a deep gash that runs down his right foreleg and over his paw, where fur no longer grows, just a deep patch of gray where the skin managed to patch itself back together.
Mate: N/A
Family: N/A
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A
Strengths: His experience in the war provides him with the knowledge of the battlefield and able to remain calm in high tense situations. There is nearly nothing that could scare this war dog--or perhaps the more proper term is that he will not allow fear to overtake him, for only the stupid are fearless. He has old techniques still fresh in his memory that he could apply in his current life, and the strength he obtained from war has made him stronger than what a normal pet could obtain. He is a soldier. That's all there is to it.
Weaknesses:Though is experience in war has made him strong, this has also been his greatest weakness. Tye does not know how to function like a normal dog and could never be with a normal family. Though he is far from dangerous, being a protector and not a blood thirsty animal, he does not play or relax in any sort of situation. Just like regular soldiers, he may suffer from post-traumatic disorder. A loud bang, explosion, a scent, anything could set it off if he's not careful. He would revert back to his soldier days and have a mind set that he needs to survive and his life is in danger, and when in this state, anything could happen. A more physical weakness is his right foreleg which is slightly weaker than his other legs due to an accident out in war.
Personality: Though his demeanor may say otherwise, Tye is actually a very warm hearted brute. He had seen many things a dog should never have to see, but he does not allow it to make him become bitter, and instead had allowed it to make him stronger. He fights to protect. He is normally very calm and hardly ever lets any sort of emotion to sway him. Even if he is in a heated argument with another, he keeps his voice steady and never raises it to meet the rise of the other's voice. Tye also never growls. Ever. He is deathly silent, and only when the situation truly requires it, such as warning off an enemy before engaging in combat, does he let one loose. Because of his normal silence, to hear any sort of aggression from him is rather unsettling, because then it shows that he means business. Same as baring his fangs. If Tye shows any sign of aggression then he had been pushed too far and sees the object in question as a threat, and will be disposed of if they do not back off. When Tye fights, he fights to decommission his opponent, one way or another.
History: If this hasn't become obvious yet, it will now. Tye is a war dog. He once served in the military, born and raised as a war dog, where fighting and the scent of gunpowder was all he knew. Because of such an environment, he is used to such chaotic scenes and able to think clearly and act without giving into fear or pressure. He had one human who had trained and raised him, and they fought together side by side, protecting each other's backs. It was how he grew to protect. However an incident happened while out on the battlefield. Needless to say, the incident resulted to the death of his partner and the damage of his right foreleg. Tye was brought back to base where they mended his leg, and though he could function just fine after some healing with perhaps slight discomfort here and there, the incident was far too traumatic for the war dog to continue his service. He was taken away to a shelter, which behaved more like a retirement center for dogs who could not function in a normal family, but Tye could not stand doing nothing and wasting away. He escaped, only to be caught again.
Coat: Shaggy fur cut short. Light brown body, white under belly, dark brown tipped ears and black muzzle.
Eye color: Dark brown
Scent: Freshly potted soil
Other descriptors:
Rank/Status: --
Mate: n/a
Family:
Faith Martin - Human Girl and First Owner
Allies: n/a (Pack after escape)
Enemies: n/a
Strengths: Hyper vigilante
Logical and Reasonable
Good at reading humans
Being a large dog, he is quite formidable (though he does not know how to use his strength in combat)
Weaknesses:Not a fighter
Lacking hunting skills (but can be taught) Not Flexible
Personality: Hawk has always been a reserved canine, since he had been trained from puppy-hood to resist normal pet pleasures and other stimulants. As a former service dog, he is quite attentive and a keen observer. He tends to pick up on the insecurities of humans and occasionally his canine peers, however he is better at reading humans. Hawk has a strong moral compass and does not like to harm (even prey animals sometimes). Due to his brief year in the dog fighting ring and solitary life in the cage, Hawk has become gruff and somewhat pessimistic.
Since he has never lived a life without obligations, one can only wonder how he would act as a free dog. It should be noted that he will need a lot of help to let loose and not be a stick in the mud.
History: Hawk was a service dog for a little girl named Faith who suffered from almost crippling anxiety. He loved Faith with all his heart but Faith's parents were really struggling financially. They'd gotten Hawk through a government funded program but when that program got shut down, they could no longer afford to keep Hawk. When Faith found out that they were going to take Hawk to a shelter she tried to run away with him but Hawk, ever the responsible canine, refused to leave even though he knew what was going to happen. So Hawk and Faith were separated but Hawk never forgot his human and her memory kept him strong in the terrible years that followed.
Hawk was adopted from the shelter immediately by a man who smelled nervous. The man jumped at every little thing and at first Hawk thought that the man was like Faith. Maybe the man required Hawk's vigilant company. But alas, the man was only nervous because he, like Faith's family was suffering from debt. But instead of giving up possessions like they had, this man decided to sell Hawk to a dog fighting ring.
Hawk didn't last long in the ring. He wasn't a fighter, he was a protector. So after he lost for the first time, he was sold to another man who smelt so very wrong. And after that, Hawk was locked in a cage with only the fuzzy memories of Faith to keep him company.
Name: Pixie
Nickname/Other Alias: Lady (as K9 trainee), Athena (show dog trainee), Soda Pop (Julian's Pet), Pixie (Winter's pack) Age: Pup
Sex: Fae
Breed: Doberman
Physical description:
Height: 17 in
Body physique: Sleek
Coat: Mostly black short fur, various splashes of brown. Two notable brown circles on face. Brown parts on muzzle
Allies: Anyone nice to her or just anyone she likes Enemies: n/a
Strengths: Agile
Very fast
Tenacious
Weaknesses:Naive Can be kind of annoying
Low attention span (can be trained out of her)
Personality:Like most pups, Pixie is excitable and rarely sad. Everything is a game to her even the most mundane, boring things. She is quite hyper and only seems to settle down for a rest when she is forced (usually by a paw forcing her to lie down till she nods off). Pixie is tenacious and hates being told 'no'. When she wants to achieve something, she keeps working at it until she achieves her goal. At the same time, Pixie is easily distracted when overwhelmed by new experiences or things she really likes (like bugs).
History:
Pixie was meant to be a police dog. Her mom and dad were police dogs and all of her siblings were also going to be police dogs. While most of the puppies were able to be trained to join the ranks of canines in law enforcement, Pixie was not. She was an excitable little thing and did no justice to the very serious name she was given (Lady). It was decided quite early that, she would not be graduating from K9 school and would instead be put up at the monthly police auction.
She was bought by a woman named, Wanda Mayor, a veteran in the show dog world. Wanda had dogs that had won multiple blue ribbons and now she was looking for something new. She'd only ever had poodles as her show dogs, but when she saw Lady, she decided she had to make a change. Unlike Lady's former police owners, Wanda did not see the pup's lack of attention span as a big issue. She saw the pup as a challenge that she knew she would overcome.
She was wrong and only a few weeks after adopting Lady (who she had renamed Athena), Wanda gave the puppy up to her nephew who'd always wanted a dog. Athena loved hew new owner because he was just like her! He rarely paid attention to anything (save for her!) and he never yelled at her when she peed in the house or ate a part of the couch! Yes, living with her boy, Julian was heaven. Until Julian's parents got sick and tired of Athena (now named Soda Pop) wrecking the house. One day when Julian was at school, his parents took Soda Pop and drove her far, far away before abandoning her on the city streets. Soda Pop tried to sniff her way back home but got distracted and overwhelmed by all the interesting scents of the city.
She was quickly picked up by a dog pack led by a fierce stray named, Winter. These strays hated humans and their pets but had a rule to not harm pups so they adopted Soda Pop and gave her a new name, Pixie. Life in the pack was hard but Winter and the others always looked out for Pixie even though they often butted heads over Pixie's trust issues and willingness to walk right up to any human that she thought looked nice.
One night while the pack was resting, their territory was raided by people with nets and metal nooses. Most of the dogs were taken to a facility and locked in cages, while the others including Winter were taken to the local dog pound.
Name: Winter
Nickname/Other Alias: Winnie (puppies in old pack), Win (close friends)
Age: 5 Sex:Fae
Breed: Bully Kutta (Alangu) Physical description
Height: 2.7 ft
Body physique: Lithe and muscular
Coat: Short, white fur with sparse faded gray spots on legs and chest
Eye color: Brown
Scent: A rainy day
Other descriptors: Her ears are battle cropped
Rank/Status: -- tba Mate: None but open to having one
Family: Iron - Father - MIA Dusty - Mother - Deceased Wilder - Brother - Unknown Location Allies: Old pack
Enemies: Humans Strengths: Fast, strong, expert alley dog, leadership qualities, good at hunting small game
Weaknesses: Cooperation, puppies, lacks respect for pets (unless they're puppies), extremely aggressive towards humans
Personality: Winter is strong and resilient. Her breed is a natural aggressive and protective one, which she displays to a t in most situations. If she likes you or if you are a puppy however, she will be kind but firm with you.
Winter thinks highly of strong dogs and if you're logical to boot, you have her vote. She does not appreciate recklessness and will be quick to take her leave if she thinks being around you might result in her getting killed.
She is an avid human hater and will snarl at even the smallest human child. She has never killed any humans but she has attacked them on more than one occasion. However each of these occasions only occurred after she was provoked or approached.
History: Winter was born in the alley's of the city along with her brother Wilder. Her parents were loners who met on a cold day and came together for warmth. After Winter and Wilder were born however, their father Iron, hunted for their family for a few weeks before disappearing. Their mother, Dusty chalked it up to Iron being a roaming loner with a distaste for pack life, but they were never sure. Dusty took care of her pups and taught them the ins and outs of being a stray while also making sure they were acquainted with the Lunari faith.
When the pups were old enough to survive by themselves, Dusty resumed her roaming loner days but returned to the alley way every once in awhile to check in on her pups. Whenever she came, Winter and Wilder were always either play fighting or one was out hunting and the other was guarding their territory--but one day, Dusty returned to find that neither of her pups had been in the alley since she came last. She figured that they had found their paths in life, and was sad but knew the day would have had to come eventually.
She was partially correct; Winter and Wilder had found a group of dogs in severe need of a leader. But neither sibling could decide who the leader should be, so they had fought for the position and Winter had one. Unable to accept the loss, Wilder had run off, never to be seen again. Winter was sad, but she had new responsibilities now. She was the leader of a street pack and she had to be strong for them.
.::Nickname/Other Alias::. Lyra [previous name]
Joker/Wild Card [given by street dogs]
.::Age::. Young Adult
.::Sex::. Fae
.::Breed::. Husky x German Shepherd
.::Height::. 30 inches
.::Body physique::. Athletic & Muscular
.::Coat::. Soft dense undercoat with a harsher, longer overcoat. Chocolate brown and cream cover most of the coat with black splotches throughout
.::Eye color::. Icy steel blue eyes which resemble that of a winter's sky. This coloring makes her glares seem extra threatening and send shivers throughout the body, however, one will notice how soft and gentle they can be
.::Scent::. Typically smells like pine with hints of gunpowder and fresh snow
.::Other descriptors::. Has a long scar on her inner left back leg, covered mostly by her fur. Two other scars along her upper belly with barely any fur covering them and there's a bite mark on her neck which has been covered.
.::Rank/Status::. Gamma
.::Mate::. N/a
.::Family::. Separated as a pup
.::Allies::. The pack, Koda, & some others
.::Enemies::. Multiple others
.::Strengths::. Having lived with a hunter in the mountains for most of her younger life, Winnie is skilled in hunting, sneaking, and quick thinking. As soon as there's a new turn of events she reacts quickly in response and will have the situation under control in a matter of seconds. Having been trained for search and rescue as well as guarding, she has an excellent sense of smell and tracking. Her record shows she is typically quick in doing so, with her best time being 7.28 seconds. When it comes to guarding, it has taught her how to not only hold her ground but multiple ways of fighting back against her opponent. Her strength, wits, and calmness prove to be quite something when in the heat of combat. Despite her skills, Winnie prefers to use her words instead of her physical abilities. With a quick tongue and unmatched confidence, it's easy for her to beat someone into submission simply through that. Though she usually uses these skills to be a good leader, she's always prepared to use them for darker means. Such as the manipulation of those around her, which works incredibly well.
.::Weaknesses::. Having been a hunter and fighter, Winnie is always on her guard and relaxing isn't an easy feat for her. She would be on her paws for most of the day, working and training which makes it hard for her to sit around and do nothing for too long. Due to this, Winnie can be found pacing back in forth or moving in circles if she doesn't have a task to carry out. Independence is another thing. Winnie was taught to survive and watch out for number one, so asking for help or reaching out is something she would never dream of.
.::Personality::. Winnie is shown to be a strong-willed and independent fae who wastes no time on the "what ifs" and "could have been". She's a firm believer in keeping your eyes ahead of you and making careful decisions which you can only hope won't leave you with regret. She has a form of pride that keeps her from reaching out when she needs help, so usually hides any issues she may have until it's too late or she's in critical condition. This pride has also led her to be rather stubborn just in general, so any attempts to change her mind on things are usually in vain.
One cannot deny how loyal and protective Winnie is with those she cares about. In a heartbeat, she would risk her life for them and doesn't break promises nor trust. However, when she's forced between one or the other, it's hard to figure out which one she'll choose as she has her own process of elimination. She prefers logic over emotion and as such, has a hard time sympathizing with others and connecting to them. Her energy is as high as expected from her breed, which adds into her pacing and circling. Despite this, she is attentive and learns quickly. She always is the first to volunteer for any form of work, preferring that to lounging around.
.::History::. Winnie was born from a breeder in South Dakota along with four other pups who she has no recollection of. A man from Canada took a liking to Winnie and decided to take her home with him, into a small village in the mountains. Back then, her name was Lyra. Her owner was an older man who had been in the war and decided to spend most of his time hunting and training Lyra to be his personal helper/protector. She learned quickly and within a few months was able to fulfill all duties expected of her. The town was surrounded by a forest with two wolf packs who owned most of the forest for miles and miles. While out for a stroll through the said forest, Lyra was jumped by a few wolves from one of the packs. She fought back with matched ferocity and skill despite being outnumbered 4 to 1. Later on, Lyra became an ally of the pack and made friends with them.
Lyra stayed with this human for about a year and a half before the man took her to the current town she's in. She was given away to a pound where she stayed for a month before a younger woman took her in, renaming her Winnie. She became a pet living in the suburbs, however, she could not get used to this life so she left and lived on the streets. Winnie quickly made a name for herself, being referred to as most by "Joker" or the "Wild Card". While she never quite understood the reasoning behind it, she didn't question it. Winnie has been living on the streets for a while now and knows her way around.
.::Name::. Koda
.::Nickname/Other Alias::. Buck [nickname from Winnie]
.::Age::. Adult
.::Sex::. Brute
.::Breed::. Boerboel
.::Height::. 28 inches
.::Body physique::. Muscular & Bulky
.::Coat::. Short, sleek brindle colored fur with a black muzzle and ears
.::Eye color::. Chocolate brown
.::Scent::. Typically smells of petrol and baby milk
.::Rank/Status::. Delta
.::Mate::. Left him for someone else
.::Family::. Ivory - Hedgehog - Deceased
Theo - Cat - Living
.::Allies::. Winnie, The Pack, few others
.::Enemies::. None he knows of
.::Strengths::. Koda was born and raised in a human home, living the typical life of a suburban pet. Because of this, he has a high knowledge of the humans and their world, as well as how humans, in general, tend to work. This knowledge of humans allows him to predict their movements, which has always put him one step ahead. With this, he's also learned how to predict other animals' movements. Koda also has his natural strength and intelligence which comes with his breed. Having been taken on long walks/runs every day his stamina is better than normal and the constant hikes he's been taken on made him stronger. Koda also has a way with the younger ones no matter the breed.
.::Weaknesses::. Having been raised in a suburban home since he was a pup, Koda isn't skilled in anything which requires him to fight or hunt. He can hold his ground and wing it, but when paired with someone skilled he wouldn't have much of a chance. He has a hard time being alone and if left by himself for too long Koda is known to have a panic attack. Of course, he can last up to 17 hours alone before breaking down, but it's still a liability.
.::Personality::. Koda is a kind-hearted, gentle, and compassionate brute despite his appearance. He doesn't enjoy physical fights and will avoid them if he can unless someone he cares about is in danger. When it comes to that he tends to become primal, embracing the true fighter inside of him. This being said, Koda is no pushover. He's patient and can take a lot of crap from others, however, he has his boundaries and limits. If you push too far he will act out against you.
Being more of a lover than a fighter, Koda is a sentimental brute. He's sympathetic and listens to his heart more than his head. Though this can cause problems, he has yet to regret any of his decisions and their outcomes thus far. He's a firm believer in true love and that if it's meant to be, it will be. Romantic, aye? Koda has a loyalty that goes beyond logic, so no matter how wrong you do him, he'll always have your back. Of course, this doesn't mean he'll always be around. If you do something to hurt him, Koda will dip out of your life but then he'll simply play the guardian angel act and will return to you when he feels it's time.
.::History::. Koda was separated from his family as a young pup, leaving him with very vague memories of them all. He was adopted by the Potters, who at the time were a recently married couple with a brand new baby. He was taken to their home in a suburban neighborhood where he met their other pets, such as Ivory the Hedgehog and Theo the Kitten. The three took a while to become friends but it happened nonetheless. Having been raised here, Koda was shaped to be loving seeing as he was always with a baby and a kitten who he looked after as his own brother.
Growing up, Koda was hurt by the reality that those around him will die after Ivory passed away from old age. It took a while to get back on his feet but the process was quicker thanks to the friends he'd made around the neighborhood. One of the friends he'd made was a fae named Winnie, who was living on the streets. Despite their differences, the two became good friends and have been for quite a while now.
