•~<>~• A Whisper of Strength, And let me run free •~<>~• A animal RP

[Cluckcluck1215]

Sorry, thought you were allowed too. Am I suppose to do an animal I have?

No.You can, but you don't have to.I reccomend looking how to RP
Everyone accepted!

 

[alexa009]

I will do a lop rabbit.

 

[alexa009]

Thanks @Cluckcluck1215,

 

[LavvyTaffy]

~Shadowfoot sat on a ledge overlooking the town below. Every so often he would hear a faint whimper of a pet being abused~

 

[MillersFarm]

Why is she chained?Sorry...

Her owner chains her up when shes out of town. Chenoa hasn't fully escaped yet but shes planning on doing so tonight)

Edit~ Is Rio accepted?

 

[MillersFarm]

YAY!!!! You did it!!!

Hold on a claw-rippin' minute.
THIS GIVES ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO PLAY OUT THE REAL ASH.
I MEAN LIKE THE ACTUAL TFD ASH AND HER REAL STORY.


Name: Ash (Big surprise there. )
Age: 12 moons
Gender: She-dog
Personality: Reserved and keeps her emotions veiled beneath a facade of silent dignity. Pretty much impossible to decipher what she's brooding on. Secretly quite intelligent for a dog. Tenacious and strong. Has a temper that is literally lethal, but very rarely unleashed. Exceedingly loyal to where her heart lies-
Perhaps to make up for leaving her sister behind.
For inside, her heart is a silent storm of welling regret and self-hate- a tempest that initiates emotional fits when she is alone.
Species: Dog
Breed: Tervuren
Description: View attachment 1075185
History: Ash was born to a Tervuren she-dog in a typical breeding kennel, along with her four siblings. Having never met her father, Ash grew up with Fern as her sole parental image, and therefore her adored mother. She and her sister, Storm, formed a particularly close bond as pups, and she was elated when they were sold as a pair.
Not two days later had her joy melted into despair.
For they had been sold as guard-dogs.
Ash's puppyhood was brutally ripped away from her as she was forced to train under the cruel rule of a drunk. He beat het and her sister mercilessly, and let them go days without food- turning them into starved, human-hating beasts. For many, tumultuous moons, Ash and Storm suffered, but masked their pain by living a life of rage and distrust. Perhaps the only thing that kept them alive was their sisterbond. Continual infections and the corresponding fevers overtook them as a result from the innumerable, festering wounds they received from the whip. Both nearly lost their lives multiple times. Eventually, hope was beginning to dissipate completely, until a massive silver wolf showed up at their fence one day. Not exchanging more than a few greeting growls, he dug down into their pen, and created a perfect escape tunnel. Upon completely his task, the mysterious stranger fled, leaving Ash and Storm utterly stupified. Ash was the first to come to het senses, and bounded out of the pen with puppish glee.
She failed to see or warn her sister of their approaching owner.
A hand clasped down onto Storm's scruff and dragged the weaker female back into the pen, flinging her clear across into the wall. Ash prepared to barrel back into the pen when the ominous click of a cocked gun responded.
Her heart, as well as her shoulder, tore in two as she fled the deathstick-
Fleeing her sister. Forever.
After many moons of aimless wandering and incoherent mumbling, an emotionally and physically scarred Ash stumbled upon the freed pets and began trekking with them, following them at a distance, offering none and being asked nothing.
Her heart will forever lie in that rusted pen with her sister.
The question is-
Will she ever retrieve it?
Mate(optional): Nope.
Crush(optional): Open...
Kits/pups/chicks(optional): Nope.
Siblings(optional): Storm
Parents(optional): Fern (died in fire) and Unknown
Other:
Username: HeavensHens88

I love Ash's history! it reminds me of a dog from Call Of the Wild called buck! <3

 

[MillersFarm]

Chenoa stared eagerly upon the steep hills of forest, Rows and rows of trees surrounded Her little home.. Gazing fondly out in the forest she squinted her bright silver optics at a ledge quite the distance away from her to make out some kind of figure... A bear perhaps? She wondered... Sitting down she continued to stare at it until the sound of a familiar *slam* from a car ringed in her ears.

Running up eagerly to her owner holding a large paper bag she jumped up at her with her tounge lolled out.

 

[CP Chicken]

Aspen slithered through the forest, digging into the ground and buried his body into the dirt, leaving only his head above ground. He watched as two young mice played together, wishing he could join them but he knows he'd only scare them away.

 

[Flufferes]

Tyler is good, Fluff, BUT.

No wolf.Dogs and foxes only

Cobra, I would like him to be, with the rest kinda.BTW, they don't live togather, just meet up sometimes

Accepted CP!

Alright, i can fix that!

 

[Flufferes]

Name: Cobra
age: 4 years
gender: male
personality: feisty, independent
species: dog
breed: German shepherd
description:

history: wanted to form all the dogs in the group to make her own pack, he thirsted for power. So he returned to the city to gather stray dogs, No one wanted to come with him, except his mate Flower. He failed to recruit enough dogs and his pack failed, and feels like no one will be his friend. He despises most dogs except his mate and pups. His younger brother Cooper has tried to make him feel better in the past but Cobra never accepts help.
mate: Flower
pups: Kestrel, Hornet, Cedar.
parents: n/a
siblings: Cooper.
other:
Username: Flufferes






Who wants to make his mate, Flower, and pups?

Species: Dog
Breed: Timber Wolf



He's great!
You can alter him a bit more, so he's more your charrie, if you like.

XD Yeah...

kewl
Is it alright that he's a husky now?

Forum to Join
Name: Tyler
Age: 25 months
Gender: Male
Personality: elusive, elite.
Species: dog
Breed: Siberian husky
Description: Massive and tall silver male with a plumed brush tail. Has a conspicuous scar that ripples from his neck to his chest. Erect ears and a flat mane-like dark silver ruff that encircles his neck
History: No one knows, not even himself. His earliest memory was of getting pushed against rocks in a river, causing him to get major injuries that took a month to heal. He remembers catching his first prey, a disabled mouse. He learned his surrroundings and became a more elite hunter every day. When he was 15 months old he stumbled across a twoleg pen with two dogs in it, Ash and Storm. He felt bad for them, seeing their scars and bruises. He growled to get their attention, and to test their confidence. He ended up digging a hole for them, letting on escape to live in the forest. He keeps and eye on her, Ash, in curiousness.
Crush(optional): none
Kits/pups/chicks: nope
Siblings(optional): N/A
Parents(optional): N/A
Other:
Username: Flufferes

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