Post by [.¥.6.3.R on Jul 20, 2008 18:28:32 GMT -5
But You Can't Blame Me For Hating It: Thora
Weapons in the Form of Words: T // To be determined
There's One Born Every Minute: Female
I Found the Cure to Growing Older: 2 ½ years
I Am an Arms Dealer: Canine
Darling, What Do You Expect?: Norwegian Elk Hound
And I Know I Should Be Home: The Cracked
That's Just the Business I'm in: Svartheim
And Besides My Reputation's on the Line: Dame (alphess)
You Should Try Saying No Once in a While:
Brothers and Sisters Put This Record Down: Balder (younger brother) and Sif (younger sister)
Wouldn't You Rather Be a Widow: N/A
Your Best Kept Secret and Your Biggest Mistake: N/A
(([x] - Acquaintance/Neutral, [x] - Friend, [x] - Family, [x] - Crush))
Balder:[/font] I don't ever want to see you or talk to you again. I hate everything connected to those dumb breeders of ours. I don't care if you want to repent for mistakes you didn't make - I'm not accepting an apology.
Cedar: You are the weirdest little ball of dog I've ever met. I must admit I'm sadistically amused with all the trouble you get into, but you seem like promising company.
Wing: I don't know much about you yet. I know you were kinda cocky and suave when we first met, but maybe that's not the real you. And you're useful so I really don't care.
Elam: What to say about you, house-pet. You make me feel something I don't think I understand. It better not be cooties or I'll eat your face
Storm: Pleased to meet you sir. What could you be doing with Cedar?
I'm Good to Go: 95%
We Take Sour Sips: Laced with scars under her thick fur
Because I Know What's in Between is Something Sensual: 19½” at shoulders
When It All Goes to Hell: 45 lbs
We Shake Shake Shake the Hips: Thora has the typical, wedge-shaped head of her breed. Her ears stand erect with pointed tips. Her neck and chest are broad and well muscled. She is somewhat lean, accounting for the harsh life of a stray. Thora’s tail is set high and tightly curled, carried primarily over the centerline of her back. Her paws are somewhat small in comparison with her body size with large pads. The elk hound’s coat is thick and smooth-lying, with a wooly undercoat and coarse guard hairs. Her jaw and teeth are strong thanks to her years as a pit fighter, and she is lean due to her life as a stray.
Besides We've Got Such Good Fashion Sense:
This is Side One: Virago
Comparing Myself to Everyone Else Around Me:
Thora’s personality was prepped for being aggressive from day one. She’s possessive, territorial, and quite snippy. Her training at the fighting kennel only made her worse. She now gets defensive and hostile anytime anyone challenges her. She is not very social, either. She is not technically self-centered, but she fails to see the benefit of relationships with other dogs. Thora grew up feeling that other dogs were always her enemy because the only other dogs she came in contact with were her enemies in the ring. She now knows that is not true, but has never sought to become close to another.
Thora has a great sense of dignity about her. She always carries her head high, with her ears rocked back in a look of collected importance. Thora does not have friends or any other sort of, so she holds her dignity of precious importance. She has never been seen to hold herself in a submissive way; not since losing her first fight.
Thora has an impressive amount of courage. Because she values her dignity so much, she will never falter in the face of a challenge. She is also bordering on the face of arrogant. She is certain she can do anything anyone tells her to do, no matter how dangerous or seemingly impossible the task may be. Upholding her reputation and appearance towards others is of highest importance to her. She spends any of her extra time keeping herself well groomed. That is not to say, however, that she makes it a priority to find a mate.
Are We Growing Up, or Just Going Down?:
Thora was born to Odin and Freya in a small Norwegian Elkhound breeder’s home. She was the first of the littler, consisting of herself, Balder, and Sif. Balder was the ideal pup for his breed. He was friendly and active. The breeders fell in love with him and elected him for the next show dog after his parents. Sif was another exceptional dog. She had a beautiful coat and a sweet, but calm, temperament. It was determined she would be sold to a loving home. Thora was an exception. Before her personality even came into place, she was deemed unfit because of her single sooty paw. No matter, the humans decided, we have at least one good pup.
As Thora’s personality emerged, she was deemed even more unfit to be a show quality dog. She was aggressive, forcefully taking possessions from her siblings and hoarding around the food. Thora snarled and barked at visitors looking to purchase her and her sister, leading to disgusted stares. Until one man came along.
He was peculiar, and would not specify as to why he wanted to purchase Thora. The breeders knew they had little else chance of ridding themselves of the problematic puppy, so they sold her to him.
As soon as Thora was thrust into the small, damp, dark apartment of this man, she was slammed into a small kennel with a pack of other barking, snarling dogs. Thora was scared and confused, being wrenched from her family. After about a week of suffering in the small kennel with no sunlight and little food and water, Thora was taken roughly from her prison. She was forcibly thrown to the ground where she rolled into a corner. The human advanced on her, carrying a rolled up newspaper. Thora raised her hackles in fear and snarled at the human. He struck forcefully at her muzzle with the newspaper. Thora retaliated with a fierce bite to the newspaper, ripping it from his hands and preceding to tear it to shreds. The strange human smiled, she was perfect.
Thora’s aggressive personality was nurtured from that moment on. As a pup, she received daily beatings with increasingly harder objects, from newspapers to piping to rocks and metal rods. As she approached one year of age, she was pitted against the other dogs of the kennel. Thora lost her first fight, in a mess of pitched whines and blood. As a punishment for her failure, Thora was beat, restrained so that she couldn’t fight back. The message was clear to her: Never lose. If you lose a fight, you better die in the jaws of your fellow dog, honorably. For if you survive the fight, you have your master to answer to.
From that point on, Thora made sure to come out victorious in every fight she was pitted against. Her quick intellect and thick fur aided tremendously to her success and she soon grew arrogant. She became her master’s prize fighting dog, despite the fact that she was female and an unusual breed. He began to splurge some of his earnings on material possessions for her: collars, fancy bedding, and glimmering bowls.
Everything changed when Thora was put to fight against a new dog. He was obviously the aggressive type, for he leapt at the elk hound’s throat before the match had even begun properly. The fight was long and hard, leaving both dogs panting and soaking in blood. Thora laid upon the wresting mat in a feinted desperation of surrender, in which the other dog padded over to her and slowly formed his jowls around her neck. In a flash of unexpected speed and grace, Thora slit his throat from the chin to the shoulder. But that was not enough for the aggressive female. She turned on him again, biting and ripping at flesh, scoring marks that would never have hope of ever being repaired. The humans stepped into the ring and grabbed Thora by her collar, attempting to drag her off the near dead male. In a fury of pure aggression and rage, she turned on the humans, bringing one to the ground and the other in a panicked flight. She ended up severely injuring the one she brought down, her master.
Whether he survived or not is unknown to her. The remaining humans chased her from the ring. Thora considers herself somewhat lucky to be alive today, for she was not killed for what she had done. The female was on her own for the first time - not that she disagreed with the idea. It did not last long, however. Soon after she emancipated herself from the ring, the city was brutally attacked by some force. The elk hound was lucky enough to have found shelter during the weeks that followed, so she stands here today to say she survived the attack.
Being a stray and fighting for her survival in a bleak world has calmed Thora’s aggression slightly. She has learned how to handle herself somewhat with other dogs, to the point where she can tolerate their presence.
Can Talk My Way Out of Anything: (Sample...Meg's Voice) Thora's voice is hard, cold, and unforgiving. There is always a snarl behind everything she says; a bad habit. It is still feminine, however.
We Don't Fight Fair: (9/10) She grew up as a pit fighter, need anything else be said?
Get Me Outta My Mind: (8/10) Thora is a brilliant strategist. Her strength is not the only reason she wins so many of her fights. Underneath her aggressive, cold outer shell lays a genius thinker and planner. She’s wormed her way out of more situations than she can count. And being an elk hound, Thora is a natural problem solver.
This Has Been Said So Many Times...: N/A
We Only Do it For the Scars and Stories: "Wings of Change ((Acceptance))" "CREATIVE TITLE OF DEATH ((Elam))" "Dog Eat Dog World" "Eye of the Beholder [OPEN]"
>> Characters: Wing Elam Cedar, Storm Cedar
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