Shackle
Name: Shackle
Breed: Great dane/ English sheep dog/ German Shepard (His father would be 50% german shepard, while his mother was a full german shepard.)
Gender: Male
Status: Owned
Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Mate: May
Pups: April, June, Orianne, Shuffle and Felix.
Personality: Shackle is something of a loner, but he has a charm to him that others find endearing. He is a bit of a ladies’ man, but its only because he commitment issues from his first mate dying. Can be a bit standoff-ish when you first meet him us Shackle is a very good guy with a kind heart, except his ego can get the best of him. A bit cocky and competitive, easily bored of things.
Likes: His family, running around, and getting his way.
Dislikes: Death.
History: Shackle was born somewhere in Canada, while his families where constantly on the run from some dogs tried to kill them. His other was pregnant by the rival’s leader, and that was Shackle’s father, not his mothers mate. One night, Shackle passed out from exhaustion he woke up in the jaws of his father.
He felt safe, so he didn’t squeal or try to fight but just sat quietly and watched his surroundings. They travelled for weeks on end, and the thought of his mother was constantly on his mind but he was afraid to ask, so he never. He was raised with his father and his group who seemed to have gave up on hunting down his mother and her mate. He found himself stationed in Alaska when their trip came to and end, not that it was any different then where he came from.
Shackle was set up with a girl his age from the group and they connected even as young’ins, and we quickly mates and in love. She was killed about a year after they fell in love, murdered in cold blood. Shackle was flabbergasted, and he removed himself from his group instantly, and shut himself away from them. He left town, and found a new home in the small town of Nome. He found friends, and a new home for himself, but he was mostly by himself.
He was stopped in his tracks one day, when he spotted a girl. She looked SO much like his deceased mate, he was frozen and didn’t know what to do or how to react. She spotted him and came to talk, and Shackle decided that he would get to know her.
May, the girl, was nothing like he was hoping, but he could feel himself falling in love with /her/ not the idea of his old mate coming back to him. May filled the void in his heart, and he was happy and could move on. They became mates and quickly had a litter of puppies, Shackle is currently intent.
Other: He suffers from an eye injury that has made his left eye red, iris turned purple. He can not see from the eye. Adopted from Poison_Kiss
Breed: Great dane/ English sheep dog/ German Shepard (His father would be 50% german shepard, while his mother was a full german shepard.)
Gender: Male
Status: Owned
Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Mate: May
Pups: April, June, Orianne, Shuffle and Felix.
Personality: Shackle is something of a loner, but he has a charm to him that others find endearing. He is a bit of a ladies’ man, but its only because he commitment issues from his first mate dying. Can be a bit standoff-ish when you first meet him us Shackle is a very good guy with a kind heart, except his ego can get the best of him. A bit cocky and competitive, easily bored of things.
Likes: His family, running around, and getting his way.
Dislikes: Death.
History: Shackle was born somewhere in Canada, while his families where constantly on the run from some dogs tried to kill them. His other was pregnant by the rival’s leader, and that was Shackle’s father, not his mothers mate. One night, Shackle passed out from exhaustion he woke up in the jaws of his father.
He felt safe, so he didn’t squeal or try to fight but just sat quietly and watched his surroundings. They travelled for weeks on end, and the thought of his mother was constantly on his mind but he was afraid to ask, so he never. He was raised with his father and his group who seemed to have gave up on hunting down his mother and her mate. He found himself stationed in Alaska when their trip came to and end, not that it was any different then where he came from.
Shackle was set up with a girl his age from the group and they connected even as young’ins, and we quickly mates and in love. She was killed about a year after they fell in love, murdered in cold blood. Shackle was flabbergasted, and he removed himself from his group instantly, and shut himself away from them. He left town, and found a new home in the small town of Nome. He found friends, and a new home for himself, but he was mostly by himself.
He was stopped in his tracks one day, when he spotted a girl. She looked SO much like his deceased mate, he was frozen and didn’t know what to do or how to react. She spotted him and came to talk, and Shackle decided that he would get to know her.
May, the girl, was nothing like he was hoping, but he could feel himself falling in love with /her/ not the idea of his old mate coming back to him. May filled the void in his heart, and he was happy and could move on. They became mates and quickly had a litter of puppies, Shackle is currently intent.
Other: He suffers from an eye injury that has made his left eye red, iris turned purple. He can not see from the eye. Adopted from Poison_Kiss