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 Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 7:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 8:11 pm
We are the strays.
We live off human scraps, fighting for every tiny bit of food we can find, never feeling full.  We fight often, for food, for mates, for territories, often to the death.  We run for our lives, the dog catchers always one step behind us.  We worry about where we will sleep tomorrow, if we live through the night.  We protect our pups, no matter the cost.  We are captured, imprisoned for being different.  We form packs, or maybe live alone.  We live, we laugh, we play, we kill, we fight, we bleed, we love, we die. We are free.  Living on the edge.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 8:17 pm
Rules:
1. No god-modding, auto hitting, or killing other people's dogs without permission.
2. If you get someone's permission to kill their character, they have to PM me about it, saying so.
3. No one-liners. I would like at least three sentences, however, a paragraph is preferred.
4. Please no major or sudden plot changes or time skips. Be considerate of other people.
5. Pm me your profiles under the title 'I am free, living on the edge'.
6. No powers, or any other characters other than dogs.
7. I will allow a few people to be owned dogs if they wish, to make things interesting.
8. Put some kind of smiley face in your profile PM to let me know you read the rules.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 8:24 pm
Profile Skeleton:That voice in my head: [b]username here[/b]
My name is [b]name here[/b]
But you can call me [b]nicknames here[/b]
I was born a [b]gender and breed here[/b]
And I am [b]age here[/b] years old
I weigh [b]weight here[/b]
My pelt is [b]fur color, patterns, and length here[/b]
My eyes are [b]eye color here[/b]
I act [b]personality here[/b]
My history goes [b]a short bio here (optional)[/b]
I like [b]list three things you like here[/b]
I dislike [b]list three dislikes here[/b]
And [b]anything else you would like to add here (optional)[/b]
[img]post a picture here if you have one[/img]
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 8:25 pm
Accepted Profiles:That voice in my head: Ms_Dem-eats-your-soulMy name is KiraBut you can call me KiraI was born a female German ShepardAnd I am 1 and 1/2 years old I weigh 56 lbsMy pelt is long, shaggy, and whiteMy eyes are light blueI act aggressive and short-tempered. I am also very stubborn, and I always do what I believe to be right. I have a soft side though, find it and you will gain a loyal friend.My history goes that I used to live with humans, but when they moved from this town, they left me behind. I live on the streets, now believing all humans are dirt.I like
-the moon
-standing out in a crowd
-dogs like me
-chasing birdsI dislike
-humans
-cats
-cars
-vegetablesAnd N/A[x]That voice in my head: xX-DarkWolf424-XxMy name is LightBut you can call me LI was born a male german sheppardAnd I am 16 (human years) years old I weigh 100lbMy pelt is I have a short grey coat with black muzzleMy eyes are sky blueI act nice yet is territorial to strangers unless deemed friend My history goes I was a police dog. I was the best on the team till I accidentally bit my owner. I was kicked off the force after he had a broken arm. I then ran away and now live on the streets.I like
~Moon
~Darkness
~baconI dislike
~rats
~jerks
~DictatorsAnd nothing else.That voice in my head: wolfpuppies My name is Arrow But you can call me Air I was born a Female Austrailian Shepherd Border Collie hybrid And I am 2 years old I weigh 65 lbs My pelt is white and tan and medium length My eyes are dark brown, nearly black I act shy, yet am very cunning. I'm very good at planning things out on the spot. If threatened, I am a force to be rekoned with. If I have grown to trust you, then I am a loyal and caring friend. My history goes that I was born on the streets. My mother had a liaison with a rogue male and had a litter. She and many of my littermates were captured by the pound. It was only me and my younger brother for a while before he got taken in by humans to live as a house pet. I've lived on the streets all of my life and am happy to keep it that way. I like
* running/chasing
* hunting
* nighttime I dislike
* humans
* controlling dogs
* hot weather And anything else you would like to add here (optional) xXxThat voice in my head: wolfpuppies My name is Oak But you can call me Oak I was born a Male Rhodesian Ridgeback And I am 2 1/2 years old I weigh 75 lbs My pelt is rust with a white patch on my chest and right forepaw My eyes are sienna, with black and yellow tints to them I act tough and anti-social. In all honesty, I'm a kind male with a gentle heart. Good luck seeing that though. My history goes that I was born to loving humans and mother. I met a female and fell for her, courting her. She led me on until I had left my family and they had moved. Then she attacked me with her pac and left me to die. Since then, I don't trust anyone. I like
* swimming
* running
* outdoors I dislike
* traitors
* being inside
* humans and their "inventions" And I have scars on his legs, back and muzzle xXx
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 8:34 pm
~Now accepting profiles, and open for posting~
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 5:15 pm
Kira walked down the quiet alley, her stomach growling and paws scraping against the ground as she went. She appeared unhealthily skinny, her coat hiding the bones that were clung to by skin. The scent of food, or in other words, garbage, came to her nose, and her mouth began to water. She picked up the pace, reaching an overflowing garbage can and pushing it over easily with her front paws.
Digging through the pile, she discovered a half-eaten turkey leg, and made quick work of it, eating meat, bone, and all. There didn't appear to be much of anything else in the pile, but she continued to search through it anyway, her starving body driving her to it. Come on. Let there be something filling in here. she thought, growling slightly at the pile of garbage.
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 5:24 pm
Shaking her head, Arrow peered out into the daylight. The sun was glaring brightly from its place high in the sky. With a sigh, the she-dog got to her paws and out of her little nook. It was comfortable and dry for the most part. It wasn't bad - considering that it was behind a dumpster that she couldn't get food out of.
Padding out of the alley, Arrow watched the wretched humans walk along the sidewalk, jostling one another. Their reeking mode of transportation clogged the air with its horrible stench. Keeping out of the way, the female padded on the warm concrete.
Oak crunched quickly on the squirrel he'd caught. He'd caught the unsuspecting rodent only a few moments ago, but he wasn't taking any chances on another taking it. Other strays came to the park to find food and it was unlikely if at least one didn't try to steal food from another canine.
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