Post by » a e r o ! <3 on Jul 10, 2010 8:45:05 GMT -5
name: Aero .
pronounciation: aye - row .
alias: Aero .
age: Two years .
gender: Fae .
breed: Nova Scotia Duck Tolling .
appearance: You seriously don't know what a Duck Toller looks like? Wow, you don't get out much. Well, I'm probably one of the most dazzling Duck Tollers in the world. I'm kind've like the perfect marshmallow; golden brown, almost like a rich orange-brown. It's longer fur, and it's the softest you'll ever feel. Right above my nose, I have a cute little white patch of fur and I have more white below my jaw and under my chest. Cute, I know. My irides are hazel. Around my pupil it's a darker brown, it's quite sexy most dogs say. Last, but not least, I have a raspberry pink nose. I can't see it, but I've gotten people to tell me before.
personality: Well, most say I'm a flirtatious little bitch, and they're right. I like to play with the guys alot, and they like it too. I can't remember how many guys have fallen for me.. after the eighth I stopped counting. I don't want pups and I don't want a mate. I want to be free to flirt with anyone and everyone I want. Every girl wants to be me and every guy wants me; it's a win-win opportunity on my behalf. Many would consider me kind've like the town whore, and I kindly accept that name. But really, when you get past the flirty, bitchy me, I'm sweet. I only will treat you nicely if you're hot, or your my friend. I get sick of the wierdos trying to get me to be their mates, and I don't want a mate anyways! But I really hate when people call me a dirtbag. I am not a fucking dirtbag, no matter what any street dog tells you. I am a classy dog who will kill anyone who calls her a damn dirtbag. So I suggest you don't call me one.
history:Aero wasn't supposed to happen. Her parents fell in love on a whim and didn't stay loving for long. They traveled together but never really cared for each other. Her father just had some splinter of justice to stay with her mother until the pup was born. That was about it, for once she was of age and could hunt, she and her mother were practically the only ones that did. Her father did nothing useful and just got fat off of the food they brought in. She also received regular insults, life threats and a few chunks of fur snapped off. After having lived like this for a year, she became an older sister to a new pup, whom her mother found abandoned in the forest. The she-dog suffered the same treatment Aero did, but being an older sister, Aero always healed her and took whatever punishment instead, even getting in her father's face and fighting back.
It didn't matter. One day, he father decided to walk in the woods for once and never returned.
Finally, Aero decided to leave. She promised her mother and younger sister she would eventually return, with a mate so the family could live happily on.
So far, her plan has barely budged from the starting box, and she doesn't plan on having a mate.
