Rukia [female]

[raine]

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[cs=2] ♥ appearance "Rukia is neither a large nor small dog; she likes to call herself a 'purebred mutt', a mix of half black lab, and the other half on her mother's side shepherd, rottweiler and husky. She weighs in at fifty-five pounds, yet there is no fat to be found on this fine dog. She is in her prime, with the longer and leaner look inherent of her shepherd and husky mother, yet also the wider chest and strength of the rotti from her mother. From her father she inherited a smaller stature, and floppy ears which can and do perk up at times of interest or alarm. Her tail curls like a husky tail would, though it can also be held down or straight out. Versatile is one word for her tail and ears. Her coloration is a dark, jet black, with a deep rusty reddish-tan. The only one of her fourteen siblings to inherit the rottweiler coloring, she stood out from a young age. Her coat is a great blessing to her. It is a mix of the lab and husky coat, so that she sheds off water with ease, and possesses an extremely warm guard coat beneath, and a shiny, sleek coat that repels rain and snow, keeping it away from her skin. She was also the runt of the litter, and stayed the smallest. Her eyes are very feminine and extremely expressive. She has very white teeth and enjoys keeping them clean by chewing bones, cracking them for the marrow or simply worrying them. Her lean build and long legs allow for a lot of ground eating loping as well as being fast. When she needs to run, she can run down just about anything--or away from anything! Her nose is black, as are her whiskers and claws. She is a very pretty female, a lithe build and expressive face."
[cs=2] ♥ personality "Rukia is a dog with a whole lot of personality to her. The fact that she is guardian to the cat she grew up with, willing to protect her with her life, is one small sign of who she is. She is loyal, for starters. She will never betray a friend and is very much a pack orientated dog. She misses her human immensely, to the point of separation anxiety. The woman who was mother, best friend and pack to her is gone. She is not coping well with it, sunken into depression and feeling angry at the dogs whom she blames this on. The ones who drove her and Saph's human away. Rukia may not be the largest dog, ranking alongside the medium breeds such as huskies and border collies. Yet she has the attitude of a much larger dog. She doesn't back down unless there is no feasible chance of winning, or it is in the best interests of herself and her companion. Yet there is no cowardice in her. One on one, she will fight and fight like a demon. The rotti and shepherd in her have given her a very strong and lethal bite, and she tends to fight like a wolf--dashing in and out, never still. She has tricks and tactics, many of them learned not from being a dog but from Saphira. She is loyal first to the Siamese and not to anyone else. It is both of them, or neither of them. Rukia is very outspoken and always speaks her mind. She can be blunt and sometimes offends without meaning to, yet it certainly means she is always honest and up front. She knows her own self worth, and knows both her strengths and weaknesses. Being with a cat has made her a cleaner than average dog, who maintains her teeth, coat and even her claws, which she is not adverse to using in a fight, either. She is not good at hunting, and is currently learning from and relying on her much more skilled companion. She doesn't like eating other animals. To her, it is repulsive. Yet it is what it takes to survive and unlike Saphira she takes no joy in the hunt or the kill. She doesn't enjoy harming other dogs, even if she can and does put up a very good fight. She misses fetching the ball, and stick. She misses her human friend, whom was always at her side, and the activities they used to do together. However, she loves to do some of the things on her own. She loves to explore, and while she is not always the best socially she likes to roughhouse with other dogs. She likes swimming, as well--much to Saphira's disdain. Rukia is spayed, and will never have pups of her own. Mating is not something she is even interested in, as she knows nothing of it. Perhaps she might find a likewise mate, neutered as well, or disinterested in pups. Still, she is content with her best friend and companion and likely would be for the duration of her life."
[cs=2] ♥ abilities "Rukia does not have many abilities that make her suited to life as a non-house-pet. She has her own set of skills, however. Ones that she utilizes, and that is probably her greatest skill of all: the ability to utilize no matter the situation. As for skills of her own, her speed and agility are likely her greatest advantage. That, and her ability to learn quickly, as it means her survival. She is smart and witty and cunning. She is brave and loyal. She fights like a mix of a cat and a wolf--and oddball to be sure, but effective nonetheless! "
[cs=2] ♥ history "Rukia was born into a litter of fourteen brothers and sisters. The runt of the litter, things were stacked against her from the get go. She was a fighter, however, and managed to hold her own and get milk up until she was four weeks of age and her mother's milk dried up due to an overabundance of pups. Rukia doesn't remember much about the University student and her friend who fed the pups up until they were five weeks and capable of being switched to solids. All she remembers is the car trip at six weeks, that long car trip where she was sick and dizzy, and taken away from the life she'd known and given into the care of her new 'mother'. Her mother, her alpha, her best friend. The person they called 'Jen' was kind to her. She met her first cat there, too. A cat who at first didn't bother with her but then seemed to mother and accept her, putting up with her antics regardless of the difference in species. Saphira and Jen became her world, her pack. She thrived and grew in a home where she never lacked for anything. Fresh water was available, and good food. She had all the bones and treats and toys she could want. More annoying were the human furs they put on her--the clothing, as it were. The hoodies mostly, and boots. But they kept her warm and she was secretly grateful to have them. She was never hit, but her alpha sometimes spoke to her in a stern tone that she knew meant business, or growled or showed teeth, and she was sorry for upsetting that one. For three years they lived together in bliss. There was her alpha's mate, but he was not always there, he was here but not her alpha, Jen was. Saphira taught her how to play fight, and how to run along the back of furniture and jump high. Saphira taught her how to steal food and how to look 'cute' for the alpha so that she got snacks. There was some rivalry between them, as each wanted to be the next most important in line, but their alpha showed no favor to either, and they were essentially equals. Then the day came when her and her pack were split. Jen was dragged away, howling and calling for her and Saphira, who were left behind. She had been 'Roo', that was her name most of the time. 'Rukia' was for serious times, when she was in trouble. She was Rukia forevermore. She would have curled up by their own home and died. Saphira forced her to eat, forced her to keep going. Forced her to eat the disgusting prey that the clever Siamese cat brought. Eventually, they left the place, because Jen was never coming back. They needed each other now more than ever. They were a strange pack of two, alone in a world that had taken from them their alpha, their human protector and provider. Nothing would ever be the same. They came across packs, but they skirted them. What pack of dogs might accept a cat into their midst? Saphira had essentially saved Rukia's life, and she was loyal first and foremost to her small feline companion. Older by a year, she seemed so much wiser it was unbelievable. Together they make their way in the world, and nothing can tear the pair apart. "

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♥ Saphira Age; 4 years Breed; Blue Point Siamese Appearance; At 7 pounds, Saphira is neither a large nor too small cat. Compact and muscular, she is not super skinny looking and drawn out like many of her breed. She is, however, a lovely cat and knows it. She carries herself proudly, with her silver-blue tail held high, and her large, clear blue eyes are quite capable of a wide range of expressiveness. She has a solid grey nose and her fur, like all of her coloration of Siamese, is a cream tinged with silvery-blue. Her front left top canine has a slight bit missing from the end, but it remains as sharp and unharmed as the other three otherwise. She is very proud of her deadly, curving claws, which are like scythes and kept sharper than sharp at all times. Personality; Saphira is very much a cat in personality as well as being. She tends to be cool and very aloof to strangers, and yet is loyal as can be to her canine companion. She does not trust easily, and is a fighter born through and through. She misses her human as much as her canine friend, and yet she adapted quite fast because that was the only thing to do. She is more than a little intelligent. She can open doors and objects with her monkey-like paws, and is quite a capable fighter and brave--tough as nails. At four she has quite a bit more wisdom than one would expect. She knows when to fight and when to run, even if she hates the latter. She hates getting wet, and her favorite food is fish and fowl. She is a very adept hunter, and has quite a maternal side, considering she is spayed as is Rukia, and has no interest in mating. She is very silver tongued, witty and sarcastic. She thinks as fast as she acts, and is really quite the character. She keeps her fears bottled and to herself, and hates to admit to weakness. It is obvious she fears water and fire, and she fears being alone but will never admit that. She has Rukia, and she tells herself that that is how it will always be. History; Saphira was the first companion Jen bought when she moved into her own home. Adopted at five months, she soon learned that her snobby behavior was not appreciated and became an altogether different kind of cat. She grew to love her human friend, and hated when she even left the house without her. She had no real interest in the outdoors. When she was three she got out and discovered the world outside to be a harsh and unforgiving place. She was attacked by a large tom, and hungry and cold she was found and brought home by her human friend three days later with an abscess which had to be treated. It hurt and Saphira learned then why she was better off indoors. She was spoiled with treats and allowed human food like cooked chicken and meat. She was content, sleeping away fifteen to eighteen hours of the day, simply living the charmed life. When there was a new addition added, she was not best pleased. Her human still paid as much attention to her as ever, but now she had to share. Still, with good graces she accepted the smelly, small animal who soon outgrew her. She taught the dog to playfight, and many other cat-like skills. She came to care for her like a family member, and Rukia called them all 'pack'. Whatever that meant, Saphira was happy with it. Her history coincided with the dog's from that point on. They were happy and content, that trio... other characters; Fenrisúlfr, Lykaon, Loki, Arkadia, Larka, Kuromori, Raksha, Gin, Aucifer, Daemon, Domino, Hiiro, Sköll, Khaz, Mystic, Loki, Zero, Khaos, Wolfsbane notes; BAM

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