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Joined: Feb 2007 Gender: Female  Posts: 2 Location: Wishing Edward Cullen Was Real Karma: 0 |  | Julietta (Juli) « Thread Started on Feb 17, 2007, 4:49pm » | |
Name: Julietta (Juli) Age: 2 Gender: Female Breed: Springer Spaniel Stray or kennel: Stray
Personality: Juli lives fast, always fast. Her step is swift, as is her mind. Her mind and temper are as quick as her body. She doesn't shy away from a good battle, and yet considers herself to be quite a lady. She is outgoing, bold, and some even dare to call her pushy. This canine is as proud as can be, always flaunting herself, and unleashing her wrath if anyone dared to insult her intellect; for the human that had taken care of her in the kennel had read to her each day, unknowingly saving her from a life of insanity.
History: A small, brown-and-white pup squealed shrilly as she was nearly crushed by her siblings. The mother yipped softly, nudging all of them closer to her swollen belly. Julietta snapped at one of her over-fed brothers, before latching on firmly to get a drink. Ah, finally, here was some peace at last. But, alas, it ended all too soon. Gunshots, loud and fierce, rang out above the small family as footsteps thundered toward them on each side. Juli's mother leapt to her paws, a feral snarl ripping out of her throat. But then the humans were upon them, and upon each other, and all chaos was unleashed. When the fighting ended and the men with guns either lay dead or fled, the young pup crawled out from her place under a plank of rotting wood, blind and whimpering. Her family was...gone.
"Ah, no, now what did they do to you now?" a sweet, lilting voice inquired. The sound came from the jaws of a human female, clad in some uniform. She scooped up the poppy with a cool chuckle, and took a step forward, beginning the end of what Juli knew.
A year later, that same spry thing was to be found in a cold metal cage, with a rope muzzle tied loosely around her maw. Her unique gaze followed the human male sharply as he strut to her cage with a long whip and a cruel key. She merely watched him as he plunged the key into the lock on her prison; merely moved sluggishly as he herded her with the whip out the door, only tapping her lightly with the very end of it. Yes, she had been one of the few dogs that evoked pity from a human. Her big chocolate eyes and flopped ears nearly always won her a little affection here and there. But this, this was the best thing that Juli could have hoped for. Freedom. The dog turned around as she heard the door close softly behind her, feeling a tug at her heartstrings. No, she told herself, You will not wish for that life.
After a short stretch for her long legs, the canine suddenly exploded into motion, her paws dancing atop the scorching pavement. Freedom.
Picture: A very, very perky young thing. Wiry. Brown and white pelt, with interested chocolate eyes and a bounce in her walk. Clumps of her fur have been torn out of street fights between her fellow dogs. One ear is slightly ripped. Muscled and lean, she is well adapted for battles, and is well used to the taste of blood.
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