Name & Age: Judah, 14 baby.

Character Name: Eternal.
Character Species/Breed: Mutt, Akita x Finnish Spitz x Shepherd x Seppala Husky
Character Age: 4 years.

History: Born into a feral dog pack, Eternal wasn't much to anyone at the time. She was just another rambunctious pup, like all the others except for one thing. She hated bullies, she would go out of her way to stand up to them, and sometimes.. This would not end well. Most of her scars were gained from late childhood to her early teenage years from large, tougher dogs. Eternal had no problem with fighting, and while sometimes her ways are crude and not polished, they get the job done. As she grew up, Eternal began to harbor a strong distaste for these ' bullies ' that had now turned into bad guys, and she joined a pack that mirrored her views.

They, as a team, as a family, began to challenge the not so kind packs as they bullied the less-fortunate strays, and with their size and capability, almost always won. Eternal usually led the packs into good fights, so after two years in the pack, they made her leader. Eternal took this position very seriously, and paid extra care to everyone and judged their capabilities, keeping the weak out and the strong in. Anyway, the day started as nothing new, except that had a territory challenge from one of their rival packs. This one was serious, so she had all the members fight. The battle went well, until her members started dying.

For Eternal, it was like everything stopped. She stood there with her maw dropped open, and then one of their warriors nailed her in the side. She flew, but not far, and landed hard. As Eternal went down, her pack panicked and deserted her, leaving the dead and her behind. Closing her eyes, blood trickled down her maw as she lay still, pain pounding throughout her body. The rival pack's leader came to her, laughed and spoke. " So, who's the tough one now? " He leaned over to end her life, but just as he laughed one more time, she reached up and grabbed hold of his throat. It was all over.

Still, even though they won, Eternal lost. She lost her best friends, her crew, and everything close to her.

Appearance: Eternal has a totally unique coloring, similar to that of a brindle Akita, and that of her various other breeds. Her fur is a mix of black, beige, white and varying shades of rust and burnt orange. She doesn't think to highly of herself, though she knows she has the looks, her favorite marking has to be the beige spots underneath her fiery golden eyes. Her must unique markings are her orange leg's, with the zebra-like black markings set against them. On our right, her right leg has white toes, with the rest a brighter orange and black then the rest. Her form is battle-worn, with several scars around her throat and neck area. She has powerful legs, the rest of her form muscular but feminine. When you catch her golden gaze, something seems to alight inside of you, is it the look of pain, of weariness, of the things she has saw and experienced in her eyes? Or is just the painful awareness of the worlds thoughts of them.


Personality: Eternal is many things, sweet, kind, nice, caring.. But then her other side is more like the fighting dog, she can be sneaky and seductive, mean-spirited and rude.


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Sample Post: Orange brindle paws stepped elegantly though the underbrush, each movement quiet and thought out. The unquiely colored female moved toward the lake, the moon shining through the canopy as she walked, alighting her multi-colored pelt. Her golde-gaze sought out what she couldn't see, the water of the lake. As her black ears jutted forward, they heard the roaring of the waterfall and she changed her direction, heading toward there instead of the lake it fed. Minutes flew by as she excited the brush, only to see the moon-alighted water come down in sheets from the high rock. Her wolf-like tail swayed back and forth in good nature, and she took a few more steps to be on the edge.

The water from the falls cascaded down into the lake quietly, as opposed to the earlier roar she heard. Moon-light reflected off each drop, and it looked as if the water had been painted in a glow. Lowering her haunches, the bitch watched the beautiful liquid as it fell, she now relaxed. Opening her maw, she pointed it to the heavens and sung quietly, singing the song of the moon.

Blanc ou noir comme toi je pars au loin,
avec l'espoir de changer le destin.
Bien que dans le corps l'âme embrase,
dans l'obscurité la distance devient infinie.

Avec des jeunes vêtus en peau de bête,
on danse ensemble au milieu des tempêtes.
Un autre horizon se dissout
dans la lumière des yeux qui veulent se reveiller.

Et, j'attend là,
où rien bouge maintenant.
Même si je ne te vois pas
Je peux retrouver ce que l'on cherche dans la nuit,
même si c'est très difficile
je danserai mon chemin avec les loups.

Her tone was smokey and sultry, like honey but with a razored edge to it. It made for a very pretty singing voice, and her words sung the words of the french. It was a very beautiful language, one she had learned and always practised. Sometimes when the boys came around, she would tease them by saying things in french, then winking. Of course, she always ended up telling them, but sometimes she told them the wrong things.

Her voice echoed thoughout the ' cove ' of sorts, and she lowerd herself so she wa laying down. Putting her head between her orange brindle paws, she closed her eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep, trusting her sense to wake her up if someone was about.