Island of the Dogs

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    XD I made this up earlier today.

    A large ship has been abandoned for days. The crew and assengeres were rescued, but some of their dogs were left behind. One day, the ship hit a rock, and began to sink. Luckily, the disaster happened not far from a 30-mile long island. Where exactly the boreal forested island is though, is unkown. The dogs have formed two separate packs, and food has become scarce. Life has becme difficult for them, as they must fight for their food, and protect their territory.



    FORM:
    Name:

    Breed:
    Appearance:
    Age:
    Personality:
    Other: (optional)
     
    Name: Chiko
    Breed: German Shepard/border collie mix
    Appearance: Golden/brown fur and brown eyes
    Age: 2 (14 in dog-years)
    Personality: Hyper-active, competetive. She's not happy if she's just lying around, doing nothing.
    Other: (optional)
     
    I'll base mine on my dog. (DA, it's the other way around for age. 14 is 2 in dog years)

    Name: Arthur
    Breed: Black lab
    Appearance: A normal black lab with a bone-shaped gold ID tag
    Age: 2
    Personality: Lazy, but will bite anything for food.
    Other: none
     
    Actually, I believe DA is right. Because one of my dogs died at age 14, and she wasnt exactly acting like a puppy. 7 dog years is equal to 1 human year, or so I've heard.

    Name: Bonnie and Robin
    Breed: Scottish Terriers ^0^
    Appearance: https://www.poochpalace.com/prints/thrnscot.jpg Bonnie on left, Robin on right.
    Age: Bonnie is about 4 months, and Robin is about 11 months.
    Personality: Bonnie, hyperactive, friendly, with a brain the size of a golf ball. Robin is extremely intellegent, but knows how to have a good time. Bonnie is very sweet, and will be your best friend forever, and Robin has to know you before he'll trust you.
    Other: Bonnie and Robin are brother and sister. Really, I have two scotties that are bro and sis, but were born at different litters.
     
    ...............I return! XD
    Name: Aminta
    Breed: Scottish Deerhound
    Appearance: Grey, with a dimond-shaped streak down her chest. She has grey eyes.
    Age: I don't know exactly how many dog years are equal to a person's year, so I'll just say a young adult. XD
    Other: Aminta means "protector" in Greek, and she tries to live up to that name.
     
    Name: Swift Spirit Swift for short
    Breed: Doberman/Great Dane Hybrid
    Appearance: https://www.geocities.com/sayswamp/dog_dane_doberman.jpg
    Age: 13
    Personality: Calm and quiet. She is friendly and loves to play. SHe is very intellegent and a good problem solver. She is always willing to make sacrifices for her friends.
    Other:
     
    dark_espeon said:
    Actually, I believe DA is right. Because one of my dogs died at age 14, and she wasnt exactly acting like a puppy. 7 dog years is equal to 1 human year, or so I've heard.
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    Which means 2 dog years = 14 human years. Not 2 human years = 14 dog years.
     
    Name: Labby
    Breed: Greyhound/ Lab
    Appearance: black with greyhound shaped body head and ears with a lab coat
    Age: 2
    Personality: happy go lucky all the time
     
    1313666 said:
    Which means 2 dog years = 14 human years. Not 2 human years = 14 dog years.
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    Oh big whoop-dee-doo. Are you really trying to make a BIG deal out of such a STUPID little thing? Sorry if I sound mean, I am in a TERRIBLE mood. But if it'll make you feel better, I'll go edit my post.
     
    1313666 said:
    (DA, it's the other way around for age. 14 is 2 in dog years)
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    One human year is seven years for a dog...Tis why they die before we do. When a dog is 3 in human years, they are tweny-one in dogs years. And so-on and so-forth. If it were the way, in the quote, when a dog is two in human years they would be negative twelve or so years of age...Can't be negatives.

    Name: Sock
    Breed: Scottish Deerhound
    Appearance: https://www.akc.org/images/breeds/scottish_deerhound/lg_artwork.jpg
    Age: 4
    Personality: A leader; not a good follower. He likes to take charge, no matter the situation.
     
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    name:Jason
    age:I don't care I'm going by human years,16
    gender:male
    appearence:looks like a normal wolf but has ears fringed by blond hair and what should be white is blond.feet are blond until the ankle.tail is also fringed by blond.
    breed:wolfy
    personality:usaully happy and cheery,makes friends with almost everyone he meets.but there is a darker side to him.would do anything to protect a certain three dogs from his pack.
    history:his owner found him alone in a forest miles from any animal and took him to her house.he was treated as a dog and thats how he got so happy.but he still remains scarred from the many months left alone.
     
    Okay, now I'm confused... Maybe we should just start the RP...
     
    Here's mine...

    Name: Wing
    Breed: Alaskan malamute
    Appearance: Muscular, has icy blue eyes and black and white fur.
    Age: 2
    Personality: Cheerful, smart, a bit of a daydreamer, but sometimesa bit ditzy.
    Other:
     
    Ooo, ooo! RM, could I start it! *Comes up with long, dramatic enrty*
     
    I put my nose to the ground, and ran off the sandy beach and into the dense forest. Looking for stuff was FUN! Today I was looking for food. It was one of the harder jobs. It had been easier when we first came here.

    I was on a track. A fruity scent cuaght my nose. I ran and ran and ran until my nose hit a tree. I looked up and made a yuck face. Bananas. I HATE bananas. I put my nose back to the ground, looking for more food.

    OOC: It is a true fact that most dogs don't like bananas. Fun fact: I have a dog that'll eat bananas! XD
     
    Sock tottered after Chiko, his ears perked. As they passed the bananas, he decided Chiko was smart to pass them by. Maybe they could find some food today. Maybe. The large Deerhound's stomach growled, and he dropped his big head down, to sniff at the ground as well.
     
    ~Dark Angel~ said:
    OOC: It is a true fact that most dogs don't like bananas. Fun fact: I have a dog that'll eat bananas! XD
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    My dog'll eat anything if it sits in front of her long enough. XD Including week-old dead rabbits. >_>;

    IC:
    Aminta growled low. She dug her claws deep into the earth. She pounced! A burst of feathers flew away, and Aminta regained her balance and walked on-- alone. She couldn't understand it. She had hunted mach game with her master-- deer, rabbit, even foxes ocastionally. But why now, when she was in her natural habitat, a place so much like her master's garden, why couldn't she hunt? She could barely walk! Her feet stumbled upon each other, and her stomach, small and burning with hunger, was paining her more each day. She had lost her streth even to knock fruits out of trees, to pounce upon the foolish birds near the water. She was fighting a harder battle with sleep each day, and, even though she feared to think it, the memory of her once strong and majestic pack came back... blood, everywhere... brothers and sisters, fighting amongst each other for no reason... the sickness... it killed most of them out... only a few remained. The remainder had joined the two packs left, but Aminta, weakened by an unknown force, left as a loner.
    She stopped by a river. SHe tried to drink, but the more she did, the dryer her mouth became. Finally, she slumped down on a nearby rock and struggled against the wave of sleep overcoming her. She couldn't fall asleep... she would never wake up... she let out a mournful howl. Perhaps her cousins, so far away in the other packs, would hear her. Give her food.... save her...
     
    "Where are we going, Robo?" Bonnie asked excitedly, trotting behind him. She snapped at a leaf that was blown in the wind.

    "Anywhere where theres food. And dont call me Robo. I hate that name." He replied, sniffing the air. He barked happily, discovering a new scent.

    "Mmm hmm...." Bonnie absent-mindedly said, watching the waves roll in, and then back out. How do they do that?! She wondered, chasing after them. Robin shook his head, then joined in, tackling Bonnie.
     
    OOC: This is a typical day for my dog.

    "Food...SQUIRREL!!!" Arthur ran after a squirrel. The squirrel climbed a tree, and Arthur ran into it. "I'LL GET YOU!!! But first, I'm gonna scratch this itch." He started to run through some bushes to scratch his back. "Now, about those other dogs..." Arthur ran off in search of others.

    OOC: Yeah, I trained this idiot.
     
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