((Starla~))

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So I've come to be called Starla.

I've got XX chromosomes.

I'm nothing short of a purebred mutt. My sire was Great Pyrenees, my dam Golden Retriever.

I must be nearly 1 year now.

What I've done? Well that's easy. I was born in the streets, nestled beside two brothers. My father, a very burly dog, took pride in his small litter consisting of a majority of males. He promised to make sure we would grow to be strays that knew how to take care of themselves, and he was right. My brother's always outshined me, but that wasn't a main concern. I simply settled for being myself, cheerful and upbeat. My brothers proceeded to grow into large males that were always edging for a fight, while I stood back and took the low road, simply settling for getting by and learning to defend myself- since female strays were often targeted by rowdy males. When I was roughly one year, my brother Charles was hit by a truck. It caused my mother great emotional grief, eventually driving her to extreme lengths.

She formed odd beliefs and ideas, one that her pups were angels sent by a man called God that many humans often spoke of and called to. She took to worshiping us, though we did not wish her to. My father was growing quickly tired of her, and that we could see. We were not surprised when he left her for a young dam, barely of age. This drove my mother further into her insanity, and she grew thin and weak. My last brother, Morgan, began to think of leaving her, and though it pained me, I agreed. When the time did come, I snuck away with Morgan.

It was not long before me and Morgan seperated. Morgan wanted to stay in the same city. I wanted to move. Eventually I came to rest in a city full of strays, settling for simply being able to make it on my own.


Oh, how I look?. Sure, sure. My coat is very thick, the result of both breeds, and it is an off white mixed with golden-tan. I am taller than a Golden, but shorter than a Pyrenees, somewhere inbetween. My eyes are a beautiful golden, intelligent, bright, and lively. Under my thick coat, I'm slightly thin, but it's hard to tell. In places my fur is roughly ruffled, but still very beautiful. There is a single scar shaped like a cresent moon on the very end of my muzzle, small and not very noticeable. Otherwise my body remains unriddled and normal.

Many people wonder about my character. It's simple. I'm normally cheerful and upbeat, keeping to myself unless it's absolutely necesary otherwise. I don't like violence much, and try to keep from fighting, but if needed to save my life, I will. It's hard to touch a nerve with me, and when you to, it's not easy to calm me down. Upon first meeting people I'm reserved, but not shy. I'm often patient and caring, feeling that there's no need to rush and be reckless.

Family? If you insist...
Sire- Rasse`
Damn- Lilian
Siblings- Morgan, Charles

Not first char.

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