Post by :Dreamweaver: on May 3, 2007 8:19:43 GMT -5
-Name- Dreamweaver
-Age- 3 years
-Breed- Doberman Pincher
-Gender- Female
-Personality-
When personality comes to trust, Dreamweaver extremely lacks. Every dog she has ever known personally has died on her, and those she has not known personally have been after her torn open throat. Normally she is not a very protective dog, for she has nothing to be protective over. However, since she has delivered her pups, she has been high-strung. Dreamweaver will snarl at any dog walking by if they seem to offer any sort of threat, and her puppies never leave her side. She is close to Shumba, Shiri, and Nhamo, and takes them wherever she goes, except when the Doberman is forced to leave for hunting. Dreamweaver isn't very affectionate (to anybody but her pups), and it shows by her willing to fight. She will stand her ground and is quite the stubborn thing, something her pups inherited. The red Doberman doesn't like being told what to do, but knows her place when it is needed to be known; for example, under a fierce leader. When it comes to blood and gore, Dreamweaver isn't quite viscous. She will not hesitate to protect herself, her pups, or her leader, but anyone else and they have no chance for her to be on their side. She does not roll in blood to satisfy an internal need for cannibalism, neither does she go out hunting just to feel a creature die beneath her paws.
-Physical Description-
Dreamweaver has always been told that her pelt is the color of washed up blood, darting and mixing with browns across their backs and shoulders. Her ears are uncropped, due to the fact a human is something she has never been close to. Her tail, however, has a rough crop, from a wild chase from another dog that ended up with her losing her tail. It is a simple stud now, but it can be told easily that the cut is not 'professional'. Her red hue lightens up along the front of her chest, muzzle, and head. Across her maw and most of her face the hue turns amber, matching the markings strewn across the remainder of her fur. Small dots are situated above her bright amber eyes, followed by circles on the front of her shoulders. Rust colored stains dart up her slender limbs, ending in jagged streaks near her knee sockets. The same hue also encircles the end of her muzzle, providing her nose with a bright copper frame. Dreamweaver's figure is that of an average Doberman; stomach sloped lightly upward, regal neck and head position, and a smooth, trotting motion when in lazy movement. Her limbs are long and slim, ending in small paws that carry her with a sliver of silence.
-Side- Western Bostonia
-Position- Basic Dog
-History-
“Finally, a red one.” The pup yawned, splitting open a maw and blinking cloudy eyes rapidly in her new environment. On one side of the young Doberman puppy, a regal stud loomed over her, his face pressed close for critical inspection. He was a deep shade of black, marked with tan across his eyes, chest, and flaming up his four paws. On her other side, a slightly smaller canine lay next to her, her smooth body pressed against the litter of new ones. She was a light red, not the color of blood but almost the shade of a freshly opened dark pink carnation. The puppy’s mother was the one who had previously spoke, and a slim grin wound across her maw. It was the first day of the young pup’s life, and situated on the remaining sides, two other puppies lay, these two looking remotely like her father and mother mixed together. After that, the female was her parent’s prized possession. She was too young to understand why, but felt it had something to do with the unique color she had been granted to her pelt. It was a deeply washed red hue, melting into softer tones of brown across her fur and then into markings of tan, mimicking those of her father and mother’s stature.
Dreamweaver was named a week after she was born. She was named from the clear amber eyes that she owned, which her mother, who was named Halo, said it always looked appeared as though a dream was tossing through their depths. Her brother died only two days after their birth, from some strange defect in their genes. Dreamweaver grew up with no siblings and quickly earned her one-of-a-kind personality. Her ‘family life’ was relatively stable, with one of her parents bringing home some kind of dinner most nights while the other stayed with her. It was up until she has one year old, and deemed old enough by her father, that she learned what the actual world outside was like.
You see, Dreamweaver had been born in a hollow cave situated in the side of a crumbled building, which wasn’t very structurally safe but kept away other dogs and most predators. She was allowed to venture out one day and saw the city’s destruction, with injured and fighting dogs everywhere. When she returned, she found her parents cornered, snarling at a small group (possibly ten) of dogs that were in turn barking back. Halo warned her daughter to run, but the group didn’t send anyone after her; after running for five miles she stopped to catch her breath and to listen to any following footsteps. She heard many, and after two days on her own (through which she did not eat), she returned to her home only to find her mother and father, both dead. Their throats had been torn out in a gory manner, leaving nothing but a few strings of flesh. The image made Dreamweaver into a harder dog, preparing her for her future harder life. She taught herself how to hunt and how not to trust strangers, staying clear away from other dogs. Her trusts never truly rebuild and probably never will from the dogs that she had known before. Despite her special precautions through, Dreamweaver found herself on the ground one quiet night while she was feeding on a small, caught bird that she suspected had been poisoned by something. Hunger had driven her to eat it, and hunger drove the beast that grabbed onto her back and ripped her to the ground. The pair fought for about ten minutes before, finally, she shoved him below her and snarled in his face, clamping her jaws around his throat.
The male simply closed his eyes and waited for the cool grasp of death to pull him into the shadows. However, he felt the pressure leave his neck and turned to see Dreamweaver feeding once more, one of her eyes focused on him while the other watched the dwindling bird carcass. The stud sat up and asked if he could travel with her for a little while, disguising it as a plea to his rumbling stomach. She decided why not and the pair trudged off together. Although she was the better hunter and usually the better fighter, it was nice knowing that the male would back her up in battle. His name turned out to be Chisveru, which meant ‘Tag’ in African. He was a Rhodesian Ridgeback, a breed who originated in Zimbabwe, which was where his African name came from. Chisveru and Dreamweaver lived together for about half a year before she discovered she was expecting a litter. However, when she told Chisveru a litter, fathered by him, was on it’s way, he did not react as she had figured. He stormed off, and although she thought he would return, Chisveru never did. Later that week she found his body in the gutter, his throat torn just like her parents.
Dreamweaver was alone again, and this time, she had puppies on the way. Months later, she had a litter of three puppies; one male, two females. The male was named Shumba, which meant ‘lion’ in African. It was one of the words Chisveru had taught her before disappearing. Shumba resembles his father mother than Dreamweaver, but he inherited her thick muscles and lean, powerful body. The eldest sister was named Nhamo, which means ‘disaster’ in African, another word she had been taught. Nhamo was a black Doberman, basically a repeat of Dreamweaver’s father’s figure. The last daughter, the youngest puppy, was named Shiri, which meant ‘bird’. Shiri was a blue Doberman. Dreamweaver wasn’t completely sure where the color had come from, but the pup was beautiful and she had no dispute for her appearance.
Shiri, Shumba, and Nhamo are now six months old, and Dreamweaver leaves daily to bring back food at night. She is a dedicated mother and highly protective, especially now that her trust has been snapped so many times.
-Picture- www.pabrown.ca/sid.jpg
-Other- I am going to bring Shiri, Shumba, and Nhamo in as my other characters.
