Post by Outlaw on Feb 16, 2010 20:31:18 GMT -5
name: Satinka
pronunciation: Sa - tin - ka
alias: Tink
age: 3 Years
gender: Female
breed: Weimaraner
appearance: Eyes of clear silver framed between two large ear flopped down from a narrow cranium mounted atop a thick pillar. From a deep slender chest sloping upward into a tiny waist ended in powerful haunches. The length of that tail cut short for fashion's sake. Long slender timbers bore the canines weight with a dancers grace. Encasing this sleek lengthy form would be rich silver, tarnished along her back, fading to a glistening grey.
personality: Friendly and bold with an insatiable curiosity developed and encouraged over the short span of her life. Often she could be found deep in the heart of whatever mischief may be occurring, after all she held a particular love for tricks and pranks. Thriving on adventure she's always seeking the next thrill. There is often a very fine line between courage and stupidity, a line that Tink treads with a finesse that comes in part from sheer luck, and part skill born from various exploits. It was something that always seemed to be draped liberally across her shoulders in most aspects of her life, except one. The open happy exterior hid from the world a scared, bleeding heart pierced by the arrow of abandonment. Self doubt and a fear of being alone plague the canines inner thoughts. Second guessing her actions where before there had been complete confidence.
history: Tink was brought into this world amid the well oiled workings of a reputable breeder. When she was six months old a family whose love had seem to know no bounds bought her. Under the hands of the families daughter Tink had entered the competition ring with a prideful poise. Winning ribbons and prestige without hardly blinking an eye. But like all stories this one has its own tragic twist. It had been the first time they had taken her along on one of their trips. Camping they called it. Tents pitched, fires made, scents to be explored. Things she had never seen before. Oh it was a wonder, all day she explored the forested lands. Laughingly she would chase a squirrel back into its tree where her wilding barking brought a rain of pine cones down upon her head. The next adventure left her head first into the lake in another chase, after a fish this time. Finally exhausted she had returned to where her people had set up their camp site. Empty, gone, everything but their linger scent had vanished. For days she had just sat their waiting for them to come find her. They never had, eventually thirst and hunger drove her to move on. In more ways then one...
