Post by midnight on Aug 6, 2007 16:48:23 GMT -5
Yay! First boy! x)
Name: Filos {FEE-LOHS}
Meaning: Friend in Latin
Age: A simple solid year
Gender: Male
Species: Siberian Husky/Australian Shephard
Fur colour: It looks a tad orange, though blends to white once reaching eyes.
Eye colour: Browny Brown! xP
Build: Tough, and strong. This little rascal will pounce on a normal wolf, and bellyflop him to the ground. He's thick,and protective over females, or "his male friends"
Personality: Hyper, and totally unique. He speaks his mind, and doesn't care about judgement. He's not much of a fighter, but if he's challenged, he will most likely- "not win"- but he won't lose either. Both his parents were sled-dogs, as well as first class champions. He's neat, orderly, but loves to get down and dirty at times. He pounces fiercely, and is very smug.
Mother: Amore` {AH-MO-REH}
Father: Trattore`{TRAH-TOH-REH}
Siblings: None that he knows of.
History: Everyting was perfectly until the tax collector came for the rest of the dog payment that Filos's owner owed the company. Being a champion dog meant contests, and championships. Still, you have to pay to enter. Reluctantly passing his bills, the owner was careless, and unprofessional. Selling off puppies in his back-yard puppy-mill [Illegal unless you've got a permit]. Running out of puppies, he breeded his two champion dogs. Amore, and Trattore. [Love, and Traitor.] Out popped Filos, [meaning: friend in latin] and he sold him to a fairy rich man, saying he was a pure-bred, nada nada blah.
When the day of the shipping came, Filos was put on a leash, and tied to a stump, a few feet from the house; waiting for the payments to be done inside. The fairly-rich man was packing up things in his truck, and signing the check. Amore and Trattore sneaked towards Filos, "You must go now, you must leave" Amore whispered, while she slowly slipped the collar off. Then, Filos's father said the onlything Filos ever heard from him. "Good luck, my friend". Until he ran into the woods behind the cabin.
Scars: None at all.
Likes; Rolling around in mud, and then washing up afterwards, and falling to sleep.
Dislikes: Males that think they're better than him. He's alright with females, after all, he's a first class champion, and a 2nd class dog-JAY EE ARR KAY.
Mate: Yes, he's liked other wolves before, but not so much as to mate with one.
Cubs: Nope...
Other:
Name: Filos {FEE-LOHS}
Meaning: Friend in Latin
Age: A simple solid year
Gender: Male
Species: Siberian Husky/Australian Shephard
Fur colour: It looks a tad orange, though blends to white once reaching eyes.
Eye colour: Browny Brown! xP
Build: Tough, and strong. This little rascal will pounce on a normal wolf, and bellyflop him to the ground. He's thick,and protective over females, or "his male friends"
Personality: Hyper, and totally unique. He speaks his mind, and doesn't care about judgement. He's not much of a fighter, but if he's challenged, he will most likely- "not win"- but he won't lose either. Both his parents were sled-dogs, as well as first class champions. He's neat, orderly, but loves to get down and dirty at times. He pounces fiercely, and is very smug.
Mother: Amore` {AH-MO-REH}
Father: Trattore`{TRAH-TOH-REH}
Siblings: None that he knows of.
History: Everyting was perfectly until the tax collector came for the rest of the dog payment that Filos's owner owed the company. Being a champion dog meant contests, and championships. Still, you have to pay to enter. Reluctantly passing his bills, the owner was careless, and unprofessional. Selling off puppies in his back-yard puppy-mill [Illegal unless you've got a permit]. Running out of puppies, he breeded his two champion dogs. Amore, and Trattore. [Love, and Traitor.] Out popped Filos, [meaning: friend in latin] and he sold him to a fairy rich man, saying he was a pure-bred, nada nada blah.
When the day of the shipping came, Filos was put on a leash, and tied to a stump, a few feet from the house; waiting for the payments to be done inside. The fairly-rich man was packing up things in his truck, and signing the check. Amore and Trattore sneaked towards Filos, "You must go now, you must leave" Amore whispered, while she slowly slipped the collar off. Then, Filos's father said the onlything Filos ever heard from him. "Good luck, my friend". Until he ran into the woods behind the cabin.
Scars: None at all.
Likes; Rolling around in mud, and then washing up afterwards, and falling to sleep.
Dislikes: Males that think they're better than him. He's alright with females, after all, he's a first class champion, and a 2nd class dog-JAY EE ARR KAY.
Mate: Yes, he's liked other wolves before, but not so much as to mate with one.
Cubs: Nope...
Other: