Post by Momo?! on Sept 23, 2012 11:37:22 GMT -5
name:Shadow
pronunciation:Shadow
alias:Shade
age:5 Years Old
gender:Male
breed:Newfoundland
appearance:As all newfie’s, Shadow is a large, powerful dog with a large and broad head and muzzle. His eyes are a deep, very rich dark chocolate brown. His ears flop to the side of his head, covered by thick midnight fur. His tail is a bit on the bushy side, though not awkwardly so. His double coat is colored by ebony fur, lacking in any form of marking. His bulk is broad overall, though he moves with his own form of grace. He isn’t as lithe as other breeds, but he’s fast enough, with powerful legs. His paws are large, toes webbed for swimming.
personality:Shadow isn’t exactly your normal newfie. From all of his years as a dog living on the streets, mercy has faded from his personality. Mischief is a part of him, whether it be stealing food from the stands around or causing trouble with the strays around the streets, but he isn’t one to mess with. He is ruthless in his fighting. He is very much dominate in his personality, so most of those he converses with are timid in their mannerism. He can be rude, mean, and snappy. He could actually be described as a PMSing girl. It’s rather funny, actually. He’s very passionate about swimming, obsessed, really. He has few others that he actually keeps around. He’s an outsider, with no friends to date. He’s not exactly nice, if you hadn’t noticed. He’s a bit of a player though, so ladies beware. There isn’t very much otherwise to this boy.
history:Shadow was born in Alaska. He was born in a liter of three; his sister, his brother, and of course, him. Eska, his sister, was chosen to stay with the family. He and his brother, Cove, were put up for adoption. Sadly, no one wanted him, but his brother and sister where requested multiple times, though the owners continued to say that Eska would not be able to be adopted. Cove and Eska were much prettier than him; Brown and white for Eska and grey and white for Cove. He sadly, was left at six months old on the streets. He was found at eight months old by a lady who was sympathetic and took him to a no kill shelter. His life had started to look up, until a breeder adopted him. His papers were dug up, making him a choice for a puppy mill. His linage became so twisted that it was pathetic really. Only six of his litters were actually pure newfie’s, though none were purebred. Well they were actually newfoundlands, just not purebred. If that makes any sense… The yard in which he stayed was surrounded by a chain link fence and filled with junk. He stayed there for about a year and a half, until he grew bored of life with the owners and climbed some of the junk and jumped over. He’s been roaming ever sense, finally settling down here.