OCs And Rp

Dog RP

Again! You don't have to be a dog but a human or hell even a frog if u want.
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Name: Soul

Gender: Female

Age: 1 year

Breed: Alaskan Malamute and Dalmatian mix

Fur Markings: Dalmatian spots covering body

Markings Color: Black

Fur Color: White

Fur Type: Fluffy

Body Type: Small husky body but muscular legs for running

Eye Color: Light hazel consisted of Emerald green, light brown outside iris, dark brown streaks in light brown, gold in and around the brown, and some blue/grey curves lines in the Emerald green

Personality: Quiet, skittish, shy, playful when you get to know her along with a goof

Attire: Dark purple collar with a black skull tag with her name on it in light purple

History: Soul was a runt which meant her mother didn't care if she ate or not but after only three weeks of Soul being alive, her mother no longer wanted her. So the owners dropped her off in a dark ally way. She learned quickly how to survive and that meant she learned how to sneak, steal, and run. She could run faster then any other dog in town, but there's a reason why. She had just turned five weeks old when it happened. She was attacked by a few mutts. She had crossed into their territory. Now she lives scared and hungry. Over the year of her life her fur has turned brown. She had found someone to take her in which is where she for her collar and name. Until they left her.

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I trotted over to the large green trash can and jumped at it to knock it over. With a loud thud the trash can falls over revealing a ton of thrown away leftovers. I quickly attacked the food thankful they cleaned out their fridge. It wasn't fresh but it was food and I wasn't going to be picky the last thin I are was a chicken bone two weeks ago. I scarfed down some thrown out pork before the owner of the trash bin came running out. I quickly snatched up a chicken breast and high tailing it just before the man could get three feet close to me.

After running across the street and the man walking back into his house I quickly run back over but hide under the front porch. I couldn't leave yet while I still had food. I would be a target by other bigger, stronger, and older dogs.