NYX -- you should`ve stayed home.

[Pandora!]

n a m e

I go by Nyx, and that's what you'll call me.

g e n d e r

I was born a female.

b r e e d

My bitch a mutt and my sire a purebred Louisiana Catahoula Leopard Dog makes me a gorgoeus cross of the two.

a g e

I am currently three years and four months old now, and still going strong.

a p p e a r a n c e

A short, tight coat corsets my toned frame perfectly, enhancing each fine muscle. The wrap is coarse to the eyes, but silky to the touch, shedding moderately. 'Glass' eyes and light red merle pelt work in a quite complimentative and expressive manner, each setting the other off brilliantly. 'Glass' is a term for my breed, one-wordedly explaining an icy blue hue, completely gorgeous. A unique characteristic about myself is my slightly 'cracked glass' or 'marbled glass' left eye, mixed with a near white blue. The two reflective circles are lined by black, giving them a piercing look. My bone structure is entirely Catahoula, although you may see some hints of the mutt in a few places. My cranium is broad, flat, and resembles a brick in many ways, but it is in no way a flaw; legs are strong-boned and solid, perfect for not only agile events, but also strength as well; chest is deep, providing a roomy heart and lung capacity; ears are triangular, one folded and the other perked high, a vivid sign of the mutt, although I'm not ashamed, why should I be? My markings include: a light, choppy white stripe, barely noticeable; from under my chin to my lower neck; a chest drip fading to a darker cream and then the red merle; and paws dipped. I'm a rather smaller dog, 22 inches at the shoulders and weighing in around 65 pounds. My tail is long, gorgeous, and even a bit whip-like, reaching just past my hocks and tapering to a point. Though the Catahoula has more prominent webbing upon their toes, mine aren't, grasping the mutt gene.

p e r s o n a l i t y

I’m sure not a single soul, besides my family of course, has seen my true color, the ‘real me’. Every canine I’ve come to meet leaves instantly, not to my surprise, though. I mean, I am a vain bitch, seducing males into getting whatever I wish for – it’s quite easy. Just a slick brush of my tail and a few bats of my gorgeous eyes and there they are: drooling at my damn feet. I love to see how fast I can get them to morph into mindless, horny minions. I’ve got the heart of a lion, it’s just half-filled with merely tepid liquid. My tolerance to any kind of pain is terribly low. For example, even a muscle cramp destroys me. I suppose everyone has their soft spot, huh? Flirting is my past time, it keeps me occupied and entertained.

h i s t o r y

It’s a simple past: my parents had fallen in love and create a litter. My mother died in labor, though, and Father took care of us as much as a father could. I was the first-born of five with the best fighting chance of survival. The runt, little Tek, was the first to go. He was sick since birth, we all knew – even him -- his death was soon to come. This left four of us. Father tried his hardest to keep our health. Next was Nyia, then Zuro. It was I and my little brother Uno. Funny. I had one brother left.. Uno hermano. Hm. He survived for another year, making me a month or two over one. He left then, promising to look for me after a while. Father and he weren’t getting along since he was soon to become of sexual maturity. I stayed with Father until I was two, prepared to leave the small alley that had been our home since birth. I left without looking back.

f a m i l y

Anchor -- father.
Uno -- brother.

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