Daire

[daire]

º ßasics º

OOC Name/Nickname: Bobby

Calling: Daire

Age: 4

Gender: Male

Species/Breed: Koolie

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Pelt/Hair color and length: Short and smooth. Merle

Eye color: Blue

Build (height, weight, overall structure):
Small and lithe
Height: 18 ins
Weight: 31 lbs

Detailed Description (or picture): A small, fast dog with pointed ears and typical patchy merle colouring. He has scars hidden in the fur on his neck from dog bites. Image

º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º

History: Daire was trained as a herding dog on a farm, a job he took to with boundless enthusiasm. A typical working dog he wasn't considered a pet, but the farm treated it's dogs well and he loved his master with all his heart. When the uprising happened he fought for his human masters along with the other dogs on the farm, a battle that left him masterless and wounded. Still alive he joined up with Angel, a fellow herding dog, and they set of to wander the countryside.

Personality: An energetic dog, Daire can seem a bit puppyish at times. This is accentuated by his generally submissive nature and happy go lucky lifestyle. He is non-confrontational, avoiding fights and acting the joker to diffuse situations when they arise. Generally grinning and wagging he is friendly to all and gives anyone a chance to make friends.

º †here's No Place £ike Home º

Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Other Family: None
Friends: Angel
Half of the Island Character Resides: West
Group: Loner (sort of)
Rank: None

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RPG Sample:

He didn't know how he survived, why the attacking dogs hadn't ripped his throat out like the lump of flesh beside him. Maybe they thought he was dead already, or maybe they were just eager to move on to their real target. Either way Daire found himself lying shivering in the dust as the long shadows of evening crept over him. The shudders that wracked his small frame were the only sign that the pitiful lump of fur was still alive.

Finally as the night started to draw in he stirred, twitching feebly in an attempt to stand. It wasn't a rational thought that finally drove him to his feet, rather an all consuming thirst that was the first thing in hours to break through the haze of pain that smothered his being. Standing unsteadily in the dark he gazed around, his brain was sluggish and it took him a moment of swaying confusion before he finally started to weave his way drunkenly across the yard. As he walked he unconsciously avoided the few carcasses that lay in the dirt, horrifically still and stinking of blood. He didn't even glance at them, his mind fixated on his one and only goal right now, quenching his thirst. Reaching the water trough that lay along the side of the house the small dog arched his neck painfully and lapped at the cool liquid, revelling in the feeling of it slipping down his parched aching throat. After only a few mouthfuls he stopped, the tail that had raised slightly ready to twitch in a feeble wag, dropped back down uncertainly. The water had done little to alleviate the pain in his throat but it had sharpened his senses somewhat. Glancing around himself he gave an almost silent whine of discontent, it was night time yet there were no lights on in the house, no sounds coming from the yard. Padding quietly along the wall he came to the open doorway and peered in to the dark house.

His chest was tight as he stood stock still, his ears pricked for any sound of life, his eyes straining to see through the inky blackness, searching for any sign of movement. Giving another whine he scratched feebly at the doorframe. He didn't enter the house, he wasn't allowed. Straining forwards as far as he could without crossing the hearth he sniffed at the still air.. The only smell that met his sensitive nose was that of his own blood, now sticky and matted into the short fur of his neck. Giving another small whine Daire turned to peer into the darkness of the silent yard, his master would be back, he was sure of it. A moments pause and he moved away from the doorway to sit back against the wall and start a quiet vigil, watching the darkened yard with hazy eyes. He was determined that his master would return, that he wasn't dead. His feverish mind disregarded the facts laid before him, blood and flesh and torn clothing was insubstantial proof to the loyal hound. Slowly as the night drew in his ears drooped and his eyes slid shut. He was alone, and though it broke his heart, he knew his master was dead.

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