Post by Pandora! on Jan 31, 2009 20:37:25 GMT -5
Name
Kayne
Gender
male
Breed
Siberian Husky x Alaskan Malamute
Age
2 years
History
Born in a breeder's home of two finely bred specimens like himself, he was raised without love and attention, for his birth mother wasn't the type to care for her pups emotionally, simply physically. Perhaps this was the effect of several litters before this one and one after, or the trait of being a heartless bitch. Either will do for now, though.
Of nearly perfect appearance, Kayne was adopted quickly once he was of age. The adopters were of what you would call a 'perfect' family. The neighborhood he grew up in was heavily gated and guarded with gates, houses were nearly skyscrapers, and the grass was a perfect shade of green.
Of course, behind closed doors, fences, and gates, this money-revolved family consisted of four members, each on a different type of drug. If they were home, they were too messed up to care about anything but his physical needs, but they were mostly out. This left poor Kayne here without the love and attention he obviously needed, leaving him to fend for himself emotionally and creating a monster in himself.
During a severe drug bust in nearly the entire neighborhood, flashing lights and irritating sirens led Kayne out on the streets, knowing the pound was much worse through a continuous line of rumors passing from fence to fence. The streets held more hope for him than the 'humane' society.
Appearance
Let us begin with the main characteristic you see of the male you're reading of--his eyes. Quite unique, they are of two gorgeous colors, a deep chocolate and a pure azure, both strikingly gorgeous. Striking at first introduction; they also show both sides of him -- maleficent, dark and the observant. Each eye is a magnificent gateway to both parts of his life: the past is represented by his deep sienna optics, and the azure eye poses as the powerful present. They can tell anyone who is meticulous enough what he's thinking.
Now, onto another spectacular trait, his gorgeous pelt. You could classify it as a pure white, which is quite accurate. In the warmer months, it is thin and insulates the animal nicely, keeping out the heated atmospher. The colder months bring on a thicker pelt.
He stands a full 22 inches, considered a preferred height with this beautiful breed, slightly longer than tall. To some dogs, he's a skyscraper, and to a few others, he's a miniscule mutt. At 50 thick pounds, he can hold his ground quite well with a thick, compact build. Power, speed, strength, and endurance obviously comes easy to him, but agility does not, although his motions seem smooth and effortless. His gait is light and quick. He holds a deep and broad chest, holding his head high and arrogantly.
The permanent expression he holds is a mischevious one, making him seem even quit interested in simply nothing.
Character
Vain? Indeed.
Kayne cannot help but adore his appearance in any reflective window he comes by, it's just a pleasure to him. Obviously, this means he's very shallow; who cares about the person inside? He does have physical flaws, but those scars are well hidden with his thick pelt, especially in winter months. Females, and males, are attracted to him, he knows this very well -- and this doesn't help with the arrogant vibe he tosses about.
Making others completely and utterly miserable is one of his ongoing hobbies, it's a pleasure to see others in pain. To him, he's his own God, and people should bow to him, no matter what their thoughts are on this brute.
Next to misery is fear, his second favorite emotion from others. Snapping and snarling at anyone just to get the sight of the other canine hauling with his/her tail between his legs.
Stupidity. Putting people in their place with wit and sarcasm always gets a laugh or two from him. He's definitely quick with his sharp words.
Along with his alluring coat, he also has a coo for the females -- or males -- a seductive manner among himself calling forth any innocent. His tone of voice is soft and low, a call for hormones of all genders.
Instead of loving others, he simply becomes infatuated and possessive with them if he cares for them, a good replacement in his eyes. He'll keep one bitch for a month or so and belive she/he's the one, but soon, the canine gets irritating, sniping at his already short nerves. Next, either they end up dead or heartbroken.
This male is extremely dark inside, a ruthless animal. He doesn't mind if you're killed or not, not if he gets what he wants when he wants it. If he wants the path behind you, he won't even go around you, just force you to move for him. Gods don't take detours, do they?
On the lighter side of things, he does take tender care of his many mates, protecting them from other rogues, giving them shelter, food, etc. Everyone has a good side of him, no matter how much of a bastard he seems.
Family
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Example
Pfhhh. A few grains of sand lifted and twirled as a sigh was emitted through creamy chops, marbled optics spanning the area in quick jabs. His gorgeous pools of eyes were so unique from anyone else's; an icy blue base cut in half by an endless abyss of brown.
Through the sliced eyes, he saw a variety of events; humans tossing an alluring Frisbee to and fro, splashing in the water, enjoying a delightful smelling lunch. 'Obnoxious bastards.. Laughing like they own the who f**kin' planet..' The thoughts clouded his already crammed mind, anger permitting his blood to pound a bit faster beneath his blue merle pelt.
Beneath the shade of an abandoned shack's awning, an Australian Shepherd made its residence, napping the noon away, but with fresh activity, rest was beyond reach. And within minutes, the hustle of the sandy beach surrounding him prevailed over sleep. "f**kin' lunatics.." a scowl escaped from ebony jaws as he stood, trotting from the cool shade to the heated sand, massaging his pads delicately.
Beyond the ongoing events of sports, tanning, and splashing, the scent of other dogs -- a male and a female it seemed -- caught his attention, a dog-like smirk curved over his yellow canines. The pace of his waltz was slow and draggy from the lack of use of his toned muscles from hours of snoozing in the shady spot he claimed as his own.
That spot of his wasn't very much, but it was something to grow from, that was for sure. In his eyes, he owned a portion of the beach -- a mile radius around the abandoned shack of his. Not a soul has yet to challenge him for the territory; this is probably because living here is such a challenge itself. Finding food is such a difficult task, no wonder the brute sleeps throughout the day.
Another great and complex task was to keep those f**kin' kids away from trying to pet him. 'Oh, he's got such perdy eyes! Ooh, Mommy, can we keep him?! Aw, but Mom, he's hungry, look!' After a few unnecessary compliments, a few attempts to pet him, and a minute or two of the adult's pondering, and it was his que -- snarl, snap, and stand your ground.
The result? A variety of things: crying, running away, screeching, etc. But there was always the same reaction for him -- a laugh. If you haven't already guessed, this dog is a psychotic bastard who takes joy in seeing people in pain, misery, and fear.
Anyways, back to the scene.
His marbled eyes caught the view of two dogs, the ones previously sensed. Their position was right on the border of his territory, enough to create a real scene. A snort was thrown from his nostrils, his posture and grace increasing with every step, rest's knots working out of his fit frame. With an overconfident attitude, he continued toward the two, snickering to himself as he considered a plot.
"Aye, 'lo there. You're in my 'tory, y'see. I'm Kayne, state yer business," the male, dubbance obviously Kayne, stated with a snarl. His dialog was unique, just another trait to think about.