Cross
Name: Cross
Breed: Australian shepard/ Border Collie/ Great Dane/ Tibetan Mastiff/ Husky
Gender: Female
Status: Owned
Parents: Everlasting and Porter
Siblings: Dante and Moira
Half Sibling(s): Lady Grace
Mate: N/A
Pups: N/A
Personality: Snappy and bossy, atleast she is around her ‘human’. Cross isn’t one you want to get angry, she’ll tear you apart with her claws for her teeth are useless to her. Around someone she feels comfortable with she is fun, loving and a bit to protective. She likes to confuse others by talking in rhymes when she can thing them up, is a bit dark at times.
Likes: Winning, Running, the wild
Dislikes: Where she ended up, having to were a muzzle
History:
Born and raised wild in her grand fathers pack. She loved the wild life and was ready to take over as leader.
But, one day on a hunting trip with her sister, Dante, the two were trapped and caged and brought back to Nome. The humans figuring they were lost dogs. Once awake and alert, Cross attacked what ever she could get her jaws around, which ended her being muzzled and tied up. Her sister wasn’t the same she was timid and scared of the humans and gave in as quickly as she could. The two were separated in the pound as the workers looked for former owners finding none Dante was put out for adoption when Cross was put on death row.
Cross watcher her sister get taken while she sat in the cage waiting for her day to come, before that happened a musher came in looking for a new sled dog to replace his lead. He picked through the dogs and ended up most fond of the skinny Cross.
Being warned he still took her, she was cared for and loved so she built a bond with this human and would pay him little mind but never did anything more then growl at him. Soon she found a bright side of life when she was put to sled training. Not fond of her team or anything but the running she put up with it. Feeling free she soon raised her team to the top of the ladder like her owner had wanted.
No one trusts her in the town so she is kept on leash at most times, or just simply kept off the streets. The odd time she is left out alone, she doesn’t stay in town and is constantly running off trying to locate her old home and family, only to find they have moved territories but she keeps looking, returning at the fear of not surviving on her own.
Other: Cross does normally were a muzzle or some sort of restraint. She has a bullet scar beside her ribs from being shot for sneaking around a farm.
Posted on 15/06/2011
Breed: Australian shepard/ Border Collie/ Great Dane/ Tibetan Mastiff/ Husky
Gender: Female
Status: Owned
Parents: Everlasting and Porter
Siblings: Dante and Moira
Half Sibling(s): Lady Grace
Mate: N/A
Pups: N/A
Personality: Snappy and bossy, atleast she is around her ‘human’. Cross isn’t one you want to get angry, she’ll tear you apart with her claws for her teeth are useless to her. Around someone she feels comfortable with she is fun, loving and a bit to protective. She likes to confuse others by talking in rhymes when she can thing them up, is a bit dark at times.
Likes: Winning, Running, the wild
Dislikes: Where she ended up, having to were a muzzle
History:
Born and raised wild in her grand fathers pack. She loved the wild life and was ready to take over as leader.
But, one day on a hunting trip with her sister, Dante, the two were trapped and caged and brought back to Nome. The humans figuring they were lost dogs. Once awake and alert, Cross attacked what ever she could get her jaws around, which ended her being muzzled and tied up. Her sister wasn’t the same she was timid and scared of the humans and gave in as quickly as she could. The two were separated in the pound as the workers looked for former owners finding none Dante was put out for adoption when Cross was put on death row.
Cross watcher her sister get taken while she sat in the cage waiting for her day to come, before that happened a musher came in looking for a new sled dog to replace his lead. He picked through the dogs and ended up most fond of the skinny Cross.
Being warned he still took her, she was cared for and loved so she built a bond with this human and would pay him little mind but never did anything more then growl at him. Soon she found a bright side of life when she was put to sled training. Not fond of her team or anything but the running she put up with it. Feeling free she soon raised her team to the top of the ladder like her owner had wanted.
No one trusts her in the town so she is kept on leash at most times, or just simply kept off the streets. The odd time she is left out alone, she doesn’t stay in town and is constantly running off trying to locate her old home and family, only to find they have moved territories but she keeps looking, returning at the fear of not surviving on her own.
Other: Cross does normally were a muzzle or some sort of restraint. She has a bullet scar beside her ribs from being shot for sneaking around a farm.
Posted on 15/06/2011