Post by Meeka on Feb 5, 2006 0:00:59 GMT -5
Name: Meeka
Breed: Siberian Husky
Age: Almost One Year(10 Months)
Gender: Female
Personality: Meeka is a fun loving, caring creature. She has a terrible temper, that can be set off at any moment. She is boisterous, and playful, but has a serious bite. She will snap at anyone who tries to harm a weaker opponent. Meeka has a great soft spot for pups, and will do anything to protect them.
History: When Meeka was born, her mother belonged to a wealthy woman. Her mother, a young husky called Mirra, was a prized show dog, made to be spayed soon after her third year. But before she could become fixed, Mirra got out of her large house, and found another husky in a neighbor's yard. The two mated, and weeks and weeks later Meeka was born. She had two brothers, but both died soon after birth. One day, Mirra's owner found her prized bitch with her young pup. She grew furious, and threw both out onto the street.
When Mirra tried to find her mate, Meeka's father, his owners had moved away. At that moment, Mirra began to deteriorate. Her coat grew dull and gray, and she lost her appetite. When Meeka was ten months old, Mirra died.
Sample Post: The night had grown cold. Great! Juuust wonderful..., Meeka thought, plodding slowly and silently down a deserted street. The young dog fixed both blue-gray eyes ahead of her, tail hanging limp with weariness and hitting along against her heals. I hate cold..I hate, it I hate it, I hate it!, she screamed internally, shaking her slender body.
Meeka was a beautiful animal. She had long legs, large paws and a slender, trim body. Her eyes where icy gray, or blue as some said. Her back fur was black, while her head was shades of dark and light gray. Meeka's ears where perked, one flicking slightly behind her as a car approached. She picked up her pace to a lanky trot, trying to reach an an alleyway before the car got to her. But suddenly, the truck swerved onto the sidewalk. Meeka snarled, and leaped aside in a flurry of teeth and claws. As the car sped away, it left long, black marks on the side walk. Meeka stepped out from behind a garbage can, eyes locked in a scowl the took up most of her face. With a snort, the young female moved on, bristling as she heard the truck speed away into the night.
(I hope that example post was good enough...)
Breed: Siberian Husky
Age: Almost One Year(10 Months)
Gender: Female
Personality: Meeka is a fun loving, caring creature. She has a terrible temper, that can be set off at any moment. She is boisterous, and playful, but has a serious bite. She will snap at anyone who tries to harm a weaker opponent. Meeka has a great soft spot for pups, and will do anything to protect them.
History: When Meeka was born, her mother belonged to a wealthy woman. Her mother, a young husky called Mirra, was a prized show dog, made to be spayed soon after her third year. But before she could become fixed, Mirra got out of her large house, and found another husky in a neighbor's yard. The two mated, and weeks and weeks later Meeka was born. She had two brothers, but both died soon after birth. One day, Mirra's owner found her prized bitch with her young pup. She grew furious, and threw both out onto the street.
When Mirra tried to find her mate, Meeka's father, his owners had moved away. At that moment, Mirra began to deteriorate. Her coat grew dull and gray, and she lost her appetite. When Meeka was ten months old, Mirra died.
Sample Post: The night had grown cold. Great! Juuust wonderful..., Meeka thought, plodding slowly and silently down a deserted street. The young dog fixed both blue-gray eyes ahead of her, tail hanging limp with weariness and hitting along against her heals. I hate cold..I hate, it I hate it, I hate it!, she screamed internally, shaking her slender body.
Meeka was a beautiful animal. She had long legs, large paws and a slender, trim body. Her eyes where icy gray, or blue as some said. Her back fur was black, while her head was shades of dark and light gray. Meeka's ears where perked, one flicking slightly behind her as a car approached. She picked up her pace to a lanky trot, trying to reach an an alleyway before the car got to her. But suddenly, the truck swerved onto the sidewalk. Meeka snarled, and leaped aside in a flurry of teeth and claws. As the car sped away, it left long, black marks on the side walk. Meeka stepped out from behind a garbage can, eyes locked in a scowl the took up most of her face. With a snort, the young female moved on, bristling as she heard the truck speed away into the night.
(I hope that example post was good enough...)