Post by shalla on Sept 7, 2006 22:08:50 GMT -5
Name: Shalla
Age: 1-1/2 Years old
Gender: Female
Breed: Blue Heeler/Mutt cross.
Pack: East
Position: Betan
Appearance: Shalla is a medium small sized dog. She has a black head and a black tail. Her body is has blue ticked fur and her legs are the same color ending in four white paws. Her fore left and rear right paws have white that extends to mid leg. Her fore right and rear left paws have white on the paw only, and she has a spot of white on her chest. She has a longish tail and a thick skull for all that it's not overlarge for her body. Her paws have webbing suggesting some water-dog in her ancestry. Her eyes are dark brown and very intelligent. Her left ear is slightly torn and has some bare patches with some newly scabbed over cuts are evident.
Behavior: Shalla is a very confident dog. She can go into many difficult and stressful situations and come out the winner simply because she can keep cool under pressure. Shalla loves the company of other dogs and enjoys helping others out. Despite her size being larger than that of some purebred ratters she is excellent at catching rats and other small game. When Shalla is around higher ranked dogs than her she is usually very respectful unless that dog is tricking his or her followers. Shalla can come off as being very happy-go-lucky because she always seems to be happy. Those who know her soon come to realize that sometimes her happy smiles are really just a cover up for how she really feels. Also when she is angry or sad her friends and acquaintances know that no matter how bad the situation was there is always a smile waiting just under her grim look. Shalla has a very soft spot for puppies and will protect them with her life if the occasion calls for it.
History: Shalla has almost no memory of her parents. She remotely remembers her mother's soft fur from when she was very young and she only knew her father as the leader of the strongest alley dogs in the city until he "got his fool self run over" by a dump truck trying to rescue a pup from his "gang." Her mother was a purebred Blue Heeler and the pride of her owner's life that was what started the trouble with Shalla and her litter-mates. About a month after they were born Shalla and most of her litter-mates were literally thrown in the garbage. Shalla and her older brother Charley were the only pups who weren't rescued by people because they'd gone off to find food. After that Shalla and Charley joined themselves to a "gang" and quickly rose in the ranks because of their fearless nature and intelligence.
"Ah come on Charley you really don't believe this old fool do you?" Shalla yipped, glaring at her older brother, "He's obviously not a Wolf hybrid escaped from his cruel owners." Charley looked fondly down at his younger sister, he had inherited his father's size and stood just over a head taller than her. "But if he really is a wolf then maybe he can help us form into a pack instead of a gang. Wolves have natural instincts for leadership." He explained. "I still think he's a fraud." She insisted her voice low. "Shush, we've found him." Chester the "Wolf-hybrid" was sitting in front of a dumpster talking to a group of adoring puppies, telling them all about how he had once escaped three dog catchers intent on his capture. When he caught sight of Shalla and Charley he stopped his narrative and came over to them. He was dusty gray and he stood just barely taller than Shalla who shot a look at her brother that said he's too small to be a wolf. He shrugged and smiled down at Chester. "Charley, Shalla. It's good to see you! His gaze lingered on Shalla and she glared darkly at him. Charley explained and they began talking. "So Chester what's it like being a coyote?" Shalla shot in suddenly. Chester looked startled and then he growled. "I'm not a coyote." He snarled, unnoticed by all of them another canine that looked almost exactly like Chester with the exception of being black all over with a few white patches came into the alley with them. "Who are you trying to kid? Of course you're a coyote. Well, a coyote cross anyway. Brother." "Half brother." Chester growled in anger and Shalla flashed a grin at her brother. "Ah yes. I'm all dog." He said wryly. "You see Charley? Chester is a coyote cross just like I said." "Oh yes you think you're so smart. Chester snapped at threw himself at Shalla. She yelped and tried to get away but his snapping teeth caught her left ear and she yelped in pain as they drew blood. Abruptly he was knocked away from her and dimly she saw him and Charley fighting nearby. Being no stranger to fights herself she got to her paws and started toward them but Chester's brother stood in her way. "RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!!" He shouted and as her threw himself into the fray Charley hollered the same thing at her. So she ran. With blood streaming down her ear and across her face she ran like she had never run before. She ran out of the city and off into the horizon.
After three months of travel a slightly thinner Shalla wandered into this city.
Age: 1-1/2 Years old
Gender: Female
Breed: Blue Heeler/Mutt cross.
Pack: East
Position: Betan
Appearance: Shalla is a medium small sized dog. She has a black head and a black tail. Her body is has blue ticked fur and her legs are the same color ending in four white paws. Her fore left and rear right paws have white that extends to mid leg. Her fore right and rear left paws have white on the paw only, and she has a spot of white on her chest. She has a longish tail and a thick skull for all that it's not overlarge for her body. Her paws have webbing suggesting some water-dog in her ancestry. Her eyes are dark brown and very intelligent. Her left ear is slightly torn and has some bare patches with some newly scabbed over cuts are evident.
Behavior: Shalla is a very confident dog. She can go into many difficult and stressful situations and come out the winner simply because she can keep cool under pressure. Shalla loves the company of other dogs and enjoys helping others out. Despite her size being larger than that of some purebred ratters she is excellent at catching rats and other small game. When Shalla is around higher ranked dogs than her she is usually very respectful unless that dog is tricking his or her followers. Shalla can come off as being very happy-go-lucky because she always seems to be happy. Those who know her soon come to realize that sometimes her happy smiles are really just a cover up for how she really feels. Also when she is angry or sad her friends and acquaintances know that no matter how bad the situation was there is always a smile waiting just under her grim look. Shalla has a very soft spot for puppies and will protect them with her life if the occasion calls for it.
History: Shalla has almost no memory of her parents. She remotely remembers her mother's soft fur from when she was very young and she only knew her father as the leader of the strongest alley dogs in the city until he "got his fool self run over" by a dump truck trying to rescue a pup from his "gang." Her mother was a purebred Blue Heeler and the pride of her owner's life that was what started the trouble with Shalla and her litter-mates. About a month after they were born Shalla and most of her litter-mates were literally thrown in the garbage. Shalla and her older brother Charley were the only pups who weren't rescued by people because they'd gone off to find food. After that Shalla and Charley joined themselves to a "gang" and quickly rose in the ranks because of their fearless nature and intelligence.
"Ah come on Charley you really don't believe this old fool do you?" Shalla yipped, glaring at her older brother, "He's obviously not a Wolf hybrid escaped from his cruel owners." Charley looked fondly down at his younger sister, he had inherited his father's size and stood just over a head taller than her. "But if he really is a wolf then maybe he can help us form into a pack instead of a gang. Wolves have natural instincts for leadership." He explained. "I still think he's a fraud." She insisted her voice low. "Shush, we've found him." Chester the "Wolf-hybrid" was sitting in front of a dumpster talking to a group of adoring puppies, telling them all about how he had once escaped three dog catchers intent on his capture. When he caught sight of Shalla and Charley he stopped his narrative and came over to them. He was dusty gray and he stood just barely taller than Shalla who shot a look at her brother that said he's too small to be a wolf. He shrugged and smiled down at Chester. "Charley, Shalla. It's good to see you! His gaze lingered on Shalla and she glared darkly at him. Charley explained and they began talking. "So Chester what's it like being a coyote?" Shalla shot in suddenly. Chester looked startled and then he growled. "I'm not a coyote." He snarled, unnoticed by all of them another canine that looked almost exactly like Chester with the exception of being black all over with a few white patches came into the alley with them. "Who are you trying to kid? Of course you're a coyote. Well, a coyote cross anyway. Brother." "Half brother." Chester growled in anger and Shalla flashed a grin at her brother. "Ah yes. I'm all dog." He said wryly. "You see Charley? Chester is a coyote cross just like I said." "Oh yes you think you're so smart. Chester snapped at threw himself at Shalla. She yelped and tried to get away but his snapping teeth caught her left ear and she yelped in pain as they drew blood. Abruptly he was knocked away from her and dimly she saw him and Charley fighting nearby. Being no stranger to fights herself she got to her paws and started toward them but Chester's brother stood in her way. "RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!!" He shouted and as her threw himself into the fray Charley hollered the same thing at her. So she ran. With blood streaming down her ear and across her face she ran like she had never run before. She ran out of the city and off into the horizon.
After three months of travel a slightly thinner Shalla wandered into this city.
