Post by tamaskan on Dec 5, 2010 1:08:39 GMT -5
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! * Aiyana && Angeni * !
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NAME Aiyana Angeni
Native American meaning: Aiyana ( Forever Flowering, Flower for short) Angeni (Spirit)
AGE The playfulness of a pup, the energy of a youth, the time to learn of a/an adolecent, the age of an ADULT, and the wisdom of an elder.
SPECIES Canis Familiaris
BREED (White) Golden Retreiver
GENDER Female
AFFILIATION My paws carry me amongst all others as just a normal street dog. Though soon, my path will be revealed and justice will be served in all manners of good.
OVERALL APPEARANCE
From paw to tip top of the shoulder, my height reveals that I stand at a mere 22 1/2 inches. The pull of gravity upon my body reveals my weight of 67lbs. Rather stout in muscle tone, thus my speed is somewhat above average.
The Head:
A slender snout connects to a broad disambiguation. Along with short floppy, fine tune ears that end slightly over the cheekbone - the cheekbone itself connecting to a rather strong mandible.
At the tip of my slender bridge resides a rather strong-scenting nose being within the coloration like that of obsidian.
The Pelt/Coat:
Unlike the usual vibrant golden coloration of a true Golden Retreiver, my coloration resides to the more subtle light cream (almost white). It helps me to blend in perfectly within the snowy days, or amongst white objects. Other than that, I can be seen easily.
The pelt itself consists of 1 1/2 inch fur of rather soft texture with light featherings beneath to help make it water resistant to an extent. My tail itself holds about 2 inch strands with under featherings to make it seem to sway effortlessly with each movement or wag.
The Eyes
Now most dogs have either blue, brown, or hazel eye coloration. On rare cases, one blue the other a different color. For me, though, I have rather stunning features about mine. There were days where I would lay by the waterside and stare deep into my own reflection, always trying to figure out as to why I was even born. Something caught me off gaurd, and it was the coloration of my eyes. Both hold the deep brown, though right around the pupil it holds a icey blue. Perhaps this is a reasoning as to why my eyesight isn't as good as it should be. With beauty comes flaws. I can see clear as day with things near to me then heading to at least 100 feet infront of me. Other than that, it slowly begins to fade away to a mere blur. [/ul]
FAMILY
My mother, so warm hearted and willing to do anything she could to be sure us pups were raised correctly. We all were once owned by a careing human family, and were always loyal to them as they were to us. It was hard to be moved away from her when I became no more than a mere adolecent, having been sold to another family that treated me somewhat well.. I can still remember her soft voice telling me to stay loyal and be brave and do no wrong. I will always uphold my promise to her. This way if we were ever to meet again, she would be proud.
Abelardo "Generous and Giving" :
My father was one that my brother and I always looked up to in times of learning and leadership. He taught us, along with my mother, between right from wrong. I must say a few nips on the hind quarters always straightened us out. Father was always caring, always giving mother his share of food even if she had her own. Let alone the fact he let us all sleep on his comfy rug in the house infront of the fire when the winter days drew close. I remember waking up and he was sitting there, watching over us as if he was a guardian himself. (Perhaps a past member of the Guardians who passed away on a mission, that also knew Oscuro?) He left that night, never to return. The last words he told me was to be good and look after mother and brother. I never questioned as to where he went. I miss him so..
Loki "God Of Mischief" :
And then there was my brother. Both he and I are of the same age, but that never mattered between us. We were always together, sparring and playing. Of course, I had to be the one to save his tail when he got himself into tough situations with other dogs on our daily walks with mother. Ever since father left that night, he had been trying to fill the paw prints father walked upon every day. Little to say that in ways he failed. Then again, these experiences helped him become strong at heart. Loki and I became distant when Loki found himself someone to love and care for. I hope he is doing well, and think about him all the time. It is rare to come across him these days ever since our second human family was evicted from their home. That was really the only place we came to be able to be by each other once again. [/ul]
PERSONALITY
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