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RoseHound In reply to Grifforik [2019-06-06 01:59:25 +0000 UTC]

Name: Naida (means water nymph)

Personality:
Naida is a tough cookie. Don't you ever say she's not good enough cause she's a girl or you may lose a limb or two. Naida loves fighting, she loves testing herself and showing others she's not some fragile thing. Ambitious but still kind she works hard to keep her people safe. No is not an answer and  those who do not at least try or give it their all Naida has no compassion or mercy for. Loyal to the bone she stands by Lord Caspian's side as his military general.
As tough and rough as she is Naida does have a "normal" side to her. She loves walking along the beach at sunset or getting up early in the mornings to scavenge shells left behind from the tide. She's a HUGE daredevil and has more than once gotten in a pinch because of it. Books and reading are not her forte; she'll fight, make battle plans, and do most anything physical, but you will never ever catch her dead in or around a book. 
Being a military general and fighting isn't the only thing Naida knows though. Sometimes sick or injured creatures will wash up or get trapped in the tide pools. Naida hates those who don't try but she also knows their are some times you just need a bit of help. She's not a stone cold monster or anything. So healing injured creatures or taking care of the weak she loves. In the end that's why she's conditioned her body and fights and trains so much; those who can't stand up for themselves she will for them.

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It was time. Naida anchored the boat and grabbed her spear. The slippery bugger had evaded her for weeks now, but she'd finally caught him. One of Naida's favorite past times is hunting the big or dangerous game that the normal hunters won't go near. Its an adrenaline rush for her and delicious rare food for the camp. Naida dove into the cool water and swam down ready to take on her target. A silica electric eel fish, a large lithe fish the size of a small car was her goal. Others avoided these creatures because their electric sting can paralyze or kill most. The fish likes to eat, a lot, and had been draining most of their food the past few weeks. Now with the target in sight Naida sped forward.
The creature wasn't dumb though and it dodged her attack flicking its tail out with a zap. Naida dodged expecting the counter and kept on the fish. If she let up for a second it would double back a strike her with its electricity. The two fought back and forth both seasoned beings, but Naida was a bit stronger and finally overcame the eel fish killing it and dragging her prize back to the boat. Once she had her trophy safely secured she sat back and let out a big breath. Naida grinned up at the sun and gave a yip of happiness. This was it, this was what she loved most and she was helping others as well by doing it. Now all the fish and small creatures would slowly come back and their food supply would be secure again. 
After awhile Naida took the anchor up an turned the boat back to shore. As she neared the shoreline she saw a few of the local pups watching eagerly for her return. She gave them a grin and a wave which the pups then squealed in happiness an ran off to announce that the problem had been dealt with. 
Naida slowly thought to herself, I wonder what silica eel fish tastes like?

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Grifforik In reply to RoseHound [2019-06-26 15:49:28 +0000 UTC]

Super congrats Rose! So sorry for the wait but I had to have multiple people help with this one ^^"

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MommaScar In reply to Grifforik [2019-06-05 20:44:18 +0000 UTC]

Name: Lagoon

Personality: He takes his duties seriously, oft mundanely so. Going with the flow until time blurs into an incoherent mess that he can no longer tell what day or month it is. Focusing on what is in front of him, on the little details, and not on the whole picture around him; he regrettably knows he has missed some great things in his life and because of this he now seeks to better himself and slow down every once in awhile and take a well-deserved break.

At a glance, he appears the silent sort, but once you get him talking, he can embarrassingly blunt about everything, regardless of what the topic is about or who may be listening. It is safe to say that he would not be the wisest decision when it comes to pupsitting, unless you want your pups asking questions. He is constantly observing, soaking in new knowledge like a starving sponge and his memory is near photographic.

He is not much of a fighter hence why is previous occupation, but he will stand his ground and try if it means protecting what he cherishes most. There isn’t much that he does cherish least not at the beginning, and while he will not admit it, he has grown an undeniable soft spot for certain little sea critters. He loves to swim and while he is terrified of the deeper waters, so long as he has his cuttlefamily near, he can brave out into the deep and go exploring the depths with them.

Blurb:

His summer wasn’t quite as fond and fun, least not to the standards of others, but to him, it was the best thing he could ask for. Being a scout dog to a pack, hounds to the cause of necromancers and their god, Oblivion; Lagoon would retrieve and gather information, playing the messenger if you will. However, one day during his trip through Silverport he took his break in between runs to explore the beach. This brief exploration turned into hours, going for a swim where he witnessed for the first time that strangest of creatures. Unknowing to him, the litter sea critters that flitted through the water, observing him curiously, were cuttlefish. Both parties were hesitant and shy at first but began to warm up to each other the more he passed by Silverport. To a point, he didn’t want to do his duty any more. His tardiness and lack of sufficient intel grew and did not go unnoticed, especially to the leader of the pack, Guillotine.

He had no patience for such insubordination and thus decided to trail Lagoon on one of his rendezvous. Learning how far his trusted scout had fallen and decided to take immediate action. By which take Lagoon’s life on the spot. Lagoon had not a clue he had been followed, by the time he noticed the other male, it was too late. They were both sent tumble over a short cliff and down a sandy hill, fighting ravenously. Like his name proposed, Guillotine latched onto Lagoon’s neck, showing an unexpected amount of strength that caught him off guard which didn't help his position. He struggled and fought but to no avail, Guillotine overwhelmed him with trained precision, shaking him like a misshapen rune plushie until Lagoon went limp.

Confident in his skill and that he was rightfully dead, Guillotine discarded him into the sea and left, returning to base. Lagoon was on the brink of death, unconscious, unable to feel the water surging into his body. But yet, he wasn't dead. No, he eventually finds himself washed onto the shore, most of his wounds tended for. Bewildered by this miracle, he looks around to make sense of it until his gaze fell onto the water, spying many happy eyes. The cuttlefish he had befriended during his business travels had saved him from his unfortunate fate.

Now, with no ties left from his previously life, save the scars that littering his frame, Lagoon lives peacefully on the shores of Silverport. Never alone with the family of cuttlefish he had grown so attached to, if not adopting him as their own.

He'll never fully forget what he had done nor helped to conduct, his scars will be reminders and he can no longer run or speak well do to the damage Guillotine had inflicted but he would not have it any other way. That is why his summer was the best one he could ask for; for what is better than freedom and family.

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NakamuraShadowFang In reply to Grifforik [2019-06-05 20:00:01 +0000 UTC]

Name: Cascadia

Personality:

Cascadia was bred for speed, agility and to win. This led to her becoming a high ranking competitor in the water sport, Dock Diving. Coming off a bit reckless she loves to make everything into “I bet I could do it better” type of scenario, egging anyone who will indulge her, on. Cascadia holds her head high even in defeat,never losing her head or her determination to win the next go around of whatever she lost. Those who peer at her from an outside perspective believe her to be tough, mean, or aggressive; I mean, look at all those scars. They had to originate from fights she has engaged in with others over her losses right? Wrong. Most of Cascadia’s scars coming from being too reckless in competitions or other more leisurely endeavors.

With her competitiveness comes a charisma that could inspire even the most melancholic being into a bout of trying to do better. Cascadia encourages others to follow after things that seem out of reach, because if she doesn’t encourage them who will? She feels like if it werent for those who encouraged her fighting spirit , she wouldn’t be where she was, and always pays that feeling forward. Everyone needs someone to let them know if they tried hard enough, they will get there. Cascadia loves to rough house and compete, sure; But she also loves to meditate, nap, and cuddle up somewhere dark and cool to get some much needed rest. Though after that nap, you better believe she is off to find someone else or somthing else that pushes her to her limits again.

Cascadia may be fiesty, but her fiesty has an off switch.

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Water drops flung themselves about the ground and neighboring surfaces; Cascadia shaking her soaked fur as she emerged from the pool and onto the concrete flooring of the training facility. Having been accepted into the finals for the semi annual Dock diving competition for the city neighboring her own, had her training almost non-stop. She was thrilled to be able to take part in this years list of finalists; Considering last year she had missed the opportunity by a small margin and was told maybe next time. Maybe? There was no “maybe” for her, she WOULD make it the next time, and she did. Her muscles were sore, but it was that good kind of sore that let her know they were becoming stronger and she was working as hard as ever.

 "10 minutes everyone! then the facility is closed!" A stern voice echoed throughout the large building from speakers attached to the walls.

"Tch that time already? but I just got here.." Puffing her cheek into an annoyed pout, Cascadia scurried to get to the top of her training platform to leap one more time before rinsing off and heading home. Her back leg muscles sprung her body forward and off she went, a short speedy sprint before pressing her back paws to the floor to launch her up after the waterproof tug toy flying in air. The few seconds Cascadia was airborne, she managed to nearly break the record for the reigning champions longest distance lept. That was all the confirmation that she needed.

That night, the static excitement rattling through her core didn’t allow for much sleep. Today was the day; The day she took first place. The morning was that of a blur; she ate, but wasn't sure exactly what it was that she consumed. She just knew it was something edible and would get her through the day until dinner time. Her silky tail swayed impatiently at the sign in desk, eager to get her name punched in and ready to be called when it was her time, and after around 20 or so minutes she was locked in. 3rd in line to leap out of a total of 8 canines.

It was her turn. Cascadia's heart pounded, almost thudding in her chest as they readied her to perform. They signaled her to go after she stood and steadied herself.

"3172.5 ! Thats a new record!"

Lolling her tongue from her mouth , she panted ecstatically and watched as the other competitors preformed. All except 2 that she had to miss to get herself something to drink and a towel to dry herself off with. The winners were being announced by the time she returned, and when her name was called, she didn't expect to hear the place she had won.

"In 2nd Place... Cascadia!" it rung in her ears. She hadn't won 1st place.

All Cascadia did, was look to the crowd with a grin and exclaimed "I'll win next time, just you watch!"

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babywolfdemon In reply to Grifforik [2019-06-05 05:33:03 +0000 UTC]

Name: Slash
Personality:

Arrogant, Aggressive, and Attitude all encompass what Slash is like. She’s the kind of person who doesn’t take no (and will shove it down your throat for speaking it). She thinks she’s the best thing in existence and loves to pick fights with people. She’s the first to be the offensive and defensive and has an extremely volatile personality. She doesn’t really have friends and most of her family members can barely tolerate being in the room with her. Even as a pup she was the kind to shove her brother’s out of the way so that she could go first. THey had a problem? A fight it is then.

Even though Slash comes from a well off family she’s known to go around the streets and mug people when she’s bored. While her apple-dunder-headed (her words) older siblings act tough, her two litter-mates try to be tough, and her father’s floundering older kids couldn’t even TRY to be as tough as her Slash will say she’s simply tough as nails. She likes to say despite being the youngest it’s clear that all her siblings before her were failures that would inevitably lead to her perfect self being born.

Doubt her? Say it to her face.

If you are even braver ask her about her Snaggle teeth. Though be warned you’ll probably lose a few teeth for it. Despite her overall rotten personality Slash’s soft spot is her mom. You diss her mother she’ll send you and your immediate family into the hospital.

No one knows why she is the way she is.

Slash snerks at the wimps glaring at her. Though they tried to act tough she could see the way they lowered their heads and averted their eyes. Scared.

But they should be.

Slash grins wider showing all of her gorgeous white teeth as her audience began to shift uncomfortably. She knew she had a smile that looked like it belonged on a hell-hound that needed dental work and she loved it. She wanted people to fear her because that’s what they should always be doing.

It’s not like these particular folks did anything at all though. They were just playing their game and having fun but then they let the ball come her way. So what did they expect to happen? Her to just kick it back?

Of course not.

In fact when they got huffy and undignified at her just staring at the ball then them with a raised eyebrow Slash grew irritated. When she grows irritated she knew she had made a decision. So she placed her back paw on the ball and said, “Is this yours?” As sweet as possible. From her it sounded more like broken glass scratching on a chalkboard.

The jaders gave her a confused look before saying that yes, it was in fact, their ball.

She told them it wasn’t because it was starting to feel like hers. They got angry and started arguing but she just smiled. But now all their huffing, puffing, and showboating was done. They had two choices: take it by force (as if they could) or walk away.

Slash just waited watching them as they looked at each other then turned around saying that they didn’t even want to play. Her smile dropped just a bit because she was hoping they’d at least kick up a fight. But they walked off defeated with their tails between their legs. She sighed and looked down at the volleyball. What was she going to do with this?

She kicked it with her back paw and stalked up to it biting down onto it hard. She heard a satisfying pop and hiss as the volleyball began to deflate. She shook it around for good measure before spitting it out and stepping onto it as she headed down to the pier. Maybe the fishermen would be more fun. Let’s see what kind of catch of the day they have. As she sauntered off she kicked some dirt onto the volleyball humming to herself.

The summer had just begun.

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Thnx-fr-th-fndms In reply to Grifforik [2019-05-25 05:58:45 +0000 UTC]

Name: Chess
Personality: The rush of adventure is the only breakfast this bab needs >.^

Chess takes great pride in his gorgeous coat, sometimes even refusing to show himself if it is matted/unkempt, but, when he’s stretching his legs and running through the great unknown, nothing can dampen his spirits. He LOATHES sand and doesn’t understand the thrill of beaches. You’ve seen one beach, you’ve seen ‘em all, right? But rivers on the other hand (preferably secluded), Chess is not afraid to make a splash! If Chess is close enough to you, prepare for an overload of corny jokes and puns, but if you told anyone from the outside, no one would believe you. When he lets his guard down, and is himself, he really is a blast!

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