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• b a s i c s •
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Feral Heart
ᴀɢᴇ: 6
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ: Alaskan Noble Companion // Canis Panther // Groenendael
ʀᴀɴᴋ: ---

• p e r s o n a l i t y •
ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Feral lives with a very straightforward mindset; leave him alone and he’ll leave you alone. He’s created his own little set of rules to abide by and is very strict with himself on that; ask him why and he’ll give you the simple answer of “it creates order”. Feral’s reserved and doesn’t like to stick his nose in anybody else’s matters, nor does he appreciate anyone doing that to him. Quiet and somewhat shy, it’s often easy to forget he’s even in the same room until he speaks up. Listening has always been his strong point and Feral is fairly knowledgeable because of his observatory skills, but he doesn’t share what isn’t asked for. He’s a stoic and tries hard to keep up this wall he’s built around himself, even putting on a façade for added effect. Truthfully, he’s just hurting on the inside and misses his master. Feral can be patient and often tolerates more than most would, but bare your teeth and he’s sure to bite back. Also, contrary to what many judge him for, he can be sensitive and has a soft spot –he just doesn’t show it.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: patient // observing
ғʟᴀᴡs: anger management

• a p p e a r a n c e •
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: In the prime of his life, Feral was a unique dog. He was large but agile, powerful but gentle, and disturbingly frightening but surprisingly poised. His ANC half granted him his long fur and pointed ears while his CP half granted him his heavy build and large teeth. He could have passed for a wolf if the white markings on his chest and chin hadn’t given his true identity away. Now he’s nothing more than a shell of his former self, a ghost, a sickly skeleton. His once glossing black fur hangs limply, his previously charming figure is riddled with marring scars, bones protrude where his muscles once bulged, and his formerly bright-golden eyes stare back dully. Feral even lost his proud stance, now replaced with his slumping hunch. But make no mistake, though Feral isn’t exactly in top shape, he’ll be sure to die with dignity. He’d rather fight for his pride and be killed than cower and allow one to shame him.
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Inky Black.
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Gold.
ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: White spots on his chin and chest.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Lots of scarring along his body, nothing overly major though.
 
• r e l a t i o n s h i p s •
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: none
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: none
ᴋɪɴ: none

• e x t r a •
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Feral was born in a very sketchy part of the city, to a breeder who made a living by selling potentially “mean” dogs. Though as a pup Feral couldn’t kill a fly, even if it provoked him, Feral’s rough appearance got him a one-way ticket from home and straight into the core of the ghetto slums. He was bought by a man named Marco, who worked as a bounty hunter. With his job being as dangerous as it was, Marco trained Feral to be a guard/attack dog. Despite the popular belief, Feral was not an aggressive dog and suffered, but he gradually adjusted to his new lifestyle in order to please his master. This went on for a few years until he was 4; afterwards, an accident left Marco unable to work anymore and when he lost his job he ended up an alcoholic. With rising debts and no way to pay them off, Marco started borrowing from loan sharks and turned to gambling. One night at the bar, Marco placed Feral as collateral while he was drunk and lost the bet. After being traded, sold, and even stolen over the following few weeks, Feral landed in the dog fighting business. Whether by miracle or sheer luck, the mutt managed to escape and now lives on the streets.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ---
ᴘɪᴄs:
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• b a s i c s •
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Fritz
ᴀɢᴇ: 5
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ: American Akita // American Alsatian // Carpathian Sheepdog [Romanian Shepherd Dog] // Central Asian Ovcharka [Russian Bear Dog] // Shiloh Shepherd
ʀᴀɴᴋ: Rogue

• p e r s o n a l i t y •
ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Fritz is a gentle giant; he loves both people and fellow animals but he’ll also be naturally cautious when the need arises. He’s compassionate and very patient, especially with youngsters (both puppies and children). Though he is fully grown, he loves to take it easy and lay back or play around. Fritz prefers listening over speaking just as much as he prefers following over leading, but he dislikes silence and enjoys socializing. Fritz main issue is his rage. It takes a lot to push him over the breaking point, and when that happens he becomes a very different dog. This usually occurs when he’s defending himself or protecting a friend. He becomes aggressive, violent, almost morbid, and enters that “red zone”. He becomes nothing short of a savage during these episodes, plus it takes him a while to calm down afterwards. Ironically, he very much loathes fighting and tries whatever he can to avoid it. Despite this hatred, he wouldn’t hesitate to put himself in harm’s way to protect others.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: accommodating // loyal
ғʟᴀᴡs: rage

• a p p e a r a n c e •
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Fritz, like his ancestors before him, is a big and heavy dog. He’s tall and muscular with a thick, long coat, which gives him a shaggy and unkempt appearance. He’s strong and has fair stamina, but he’s not very fast. With all the breeds mixed into him, it’s no wonder why he has such a mess of colors and shades. Though he is primarily charcoal grey and black, there are also blends of white and silver, even some browns tinting him. He is fairly dark, but his soft honey-brown eyes can compensate for that.
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Primarily grey and black with brown, silver, and white mixed in. 
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Honey brown.
ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: He has multiple scars riddled over his body from past dog attacks, though they’re mainly hidden under his fur for the most part.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: He wears a navy blue, leather collar given to him by a kid that used to take care of him. On it is a silver tag with his name engraved into it.
 
• r e l a t i o n s h i p s •
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: none
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: none
ᴋɪɴ: none

• e x t r a •
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Born and raised in the streets, Fritz never really had a place to call home. The mutt lived with his littermates for a while until they all gradually left or died off. Fritz took this as a sign and decided to move on, leaving his birthplace. It was rough and dangerous, but through his hardship Fritz learned how to survive. Despite the fact where most would turn away strays, Fritz was desperate for companionship and often stuck close to people whenever he could, earning himself a fairly positive reputation. He finally found a quiet neighborhood and for once, Fritz had someplace decent to stay. He’d play with the children –at this point most would tolerate him –at this point he became more of a community pet than a stray- he’d join people walking their dogs, and he helped reduce the coyote problem. In exchange, Fritz was fed, some would occasionally take him in for a bath, and he was permitted to sleep where he pleased without worry of being chased out. A few kids even got together and bought him a collar and ID tag after naming him Fritz (before that, he had no name). When Fritz really settled down, he started to explore the town a bit and discovered the city’s pack. Ruled by a strong alpha pair, this group of hardy mongrels were notorious for their uncanny ability to evade capture. Each and every single one of them had a story behind their reputation. Though they weren’t exactly very friendly with strangers, especially trespassers, Fritz was desperate for the companionship of other canines like himself. He was rejected multiple times for being a “lap dog” and even almost killed once; they disliked people and therefor were disgusted with Fritz. Somehow or the other, Fritz managed to prove himself and was accepted into the pack. For reasons he won’t say, he was shortly exiled with a newfound reputation and had been on the run since. Some say he killed a packmate and some say he mauled a child, others believe he is guilty of both.
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ᴘɪᴄs:
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