Post by willow on Jun 22, 2010 10:16:37 GMT -5
name: Zeus
pronunciation: Zuu-s
alias: Anything you can think of.
age: Six years old
gender: Male
breed: Caucasian Ovcharka
appearance: Zeus is a gigantic dog; strongly boned and muscular. His breed has two types, and he takes on the mountain dog type; which consists of a much heavier coat and a muscular appearance. Zeus's appearance can come off as intimidating, which is the purpose since his breed is used for guarding homes and livestock.Zeus's large body mass can come up to as much as 102lbs. His pelt as many color patterns to it; such as ebony's, creams, blacks and light browns. His left paw and chest are a solid white, while the rest of his body has no specific markings.
This large male has a pair of creamy brown eyes, that also give him a rather puppish look to him. He has a deep chest and his legs are a bit short but lined with thick muscle. Zeus has powerful jaw muscles, since he's bred for protecting and guarding.
personality:
Assertive. ;- Zeus does not allow any canine to push him around, he's not a bully or anything but he stands up for himself. He has his own voice, he doesn't need someone to fight his battles.
Brave. ;- Never would you find this colossal dog cowering in a corner somewhere, with his tail tucked under his body. Zeus is quite the brave one, he will doing anything and everything. Fear to him is just a useless word.
Protective. ;- Zeus is the kind of guy that would die trying to protect the ones he loves. He considers close friends his family, and he would rather jump off a cliff then to see his family in any type of danger or pain. Fair warning, hurt his family-and you won't have a very happy ending.
Gentle Giant. ;- Many see Zeus as a destructive and violent brute, but once you really get to know him; he's quite the gentle and shy boy. He's lovable and playfully with younger canines and friendly and funny around his close friends.
Independent. ;- Zeus has been used to living alone, due to his history. He capable of living on his own and fending for himself quite easily. Though he prefers to have company of some sort he's an independent male. He doesn't like to depend on others for anything.
history:
Nothing really special happened in Zeus's early years of life, until a few months after he was born, he was adopted by a farmer who owned sheep; and raised him to guard the life stock. At the age of four the farmer kept Zeus constantly outside, guarding the sheep; nothing bad every happened so Zeus was often caught laying down on the job. All that changed when Zeus was awoken by a growl and a blood curdling sheep cry, quickly hoping to his heft paws, Zeus witnessed one of his sheep in the maw of a lanky grew wolf. This creature was obviously hungry, judging by it's ribcage being clearly visible. He glared at the wolf only for a second before charging towards it; two long strides and he had already bulldozed the wolf to the ground. He stood over this lanky creature growling, having no experience with a wolf; Zeus was about to find out how powerful these creatures were.
During the fall, the wolf had dropped it's meal and quickly sprang up at Zeus, biting onto the hefty dog's chest fur. Yelping, Zeus swung backwards with the vicious wolf tearing at his chest. He snapped down at the wolf's ear, and pulled back viciously, tearing off a bit of the wolf's ear; it howled in pain. Zeus's chest was a a bit bloody but not to much damage, blood dripped from his maw. The taste of blood on tongue almost made him go completely insane, he lashed out towards the wolf once more-but this time he went for the throat. Latching those massive jaws around the wolves throat; he bit down, comeplelty snapping the wolf's neck.
Zeus stood there, shaking, blood dripping from his maw, that taste in his mouth was making him act differently. He had never killed anything before, and now suddenly, he couldn't control himself. Angry for no apparent reason he lashed out at the sheep, killing them one by one. Their blood curdling bleats of pain were pitiful and soon cut off by a loud gun shot, Zeus dropped the last victim to the ground and turned to see where the sound came from. He stared in horror as the farmer pointed a gun at him, Zeus whimpered. What did he do? Did he do something wrong? Zeus peered around, the earth was soaked in blood, "What have I done?" He said under his breath. This dog, had killed every last one of the sheep, and now the farmer was angry; ready to shoot the vicious 'monster' that killed his livestock.
Zeus whimpered and took off, more gunshot went off until one hit Zeus in his back leg. He fell to the ground, only for a moment before he was back up; limping as quickly as possible. More shots were fired until Zeus was off the farm and into a nearby field. Blood dripping from his mouth and fur he kept running, unknowing where this field would take him.
