Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2012 16:43:51 GMT -5
Name:
Raviva
Pronunciation:
Ruh-veev-uh
Alias:
Ravy, Viva
Gender:
Female
Breed:
Husky & Catahoula Leopard Dog & Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever
Age:
4 Years Old.
Personality:
Three words to describe Raviva, would be: Flirtscious, Sexy, and Bossy.
It’s that simple, really, her gorgeous and frankly admirably sexy appearance makes her a candy to nearly every male eye, possibly even a few female eyes. Any male canine who does not come to a liking of her striking physical mind, is absolutely, abnormal, that’s all she wrote.
Due to her overly-amazing looks, Ravy plays her appealing to the eye, looks to her best ability making every single brute in the town of Saddle Creek, want her more than anything in the world, it’s a flirtatious ability that she had, naturally.
Another persona that the sassy femme portrays, would be that of bossy. Controlling her fine, male subjects, with ease and the help of her intriguing gaze, and lovely looks.
One last thing that may not be in the list, would be incredibly cunning, for the mix breed is as sharp as a pin physically, and mentally. Knowing how to do many things other canines may not be able to do, thanks to their small amount of intelligence, Viva puts herself up at the top of the grading scale.
Appearance:
Ravy is slightly different from others, its in a good way though, it also helps that she knows how to work it. Standing with the build of a Nova Scotia, with a plumed tail, dipped with white at the tip. Every single petite paw, has a white mitten, splattered with tiny black dots. Ears are erect like a husky, tan on the inside, black on the outside. White blaze runs through the center of her forehead, surrounded by tan and black.
History:
Born in New Jersey, in which pertained her thick accent from, in a small family which included, her mother Nadiah, and two other sisters. Growing up in a large ranch house, with a farmer and his 4 daughters, she stayed fit, running around, learning to herd sheep and cattle, it was what she was bred for, the husky for speed, the Nova Scotia for intellegience, and the Leopard Dog for general herding skills. Growing up as much of a tom boy out of the little, oblivious to her sisters and mother, Ravy lived the good life, sleeping at the foot of the oldest daughter’s bed every night. Waking up every morning and eating anything that she could get a hold of, since her family didn’t seem to feed her even close to enough, chewing on wires, cords, couches, shoes and pillows, being a typical dog, and it was going okay, she was getting by with only a dirty look and a lecture.
One day, appearantly they got sick of her, her human master dad, put her in the back of the pick-up truck and drove for a long while, before stopping at a thick, wooded area close to a dark alley, crawling with trash, bugs and other creatures. There is where he picked her up, dropped her by a tree, and drove away. Wanting nothing more but to follow him, and not understanding what to do and what was happening, Viva sat there, whining and waiting. After a few days of sleeping on the ground, waiting for him to return, Raviva got hungry, and walked towards the alley, hoping to find some decent garbage.
There is where she met her friends, Rocksi, was the major leader of the pack, she taught Viva all her ways, letting her know how to survive in such a dust bowl. The pack was her new life, all that she had, her heart, until a white van came, many humans hopped out and all of her “family” scattered in different directions, never to be seen again.
Set:
www.flickr.com/photos/ajanhelendam/sets/72157622787339499/
Raviva
Pronunciation:
Ruh-veev-uh
Alias:
Ravy, Viva
Gender:
Female
Breed:
Husky & Catahoula Leopard Dog & Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever
Age:
4 Years Old.
Personality:
Three words to describe Raviva, would be: Flirtscious, Sexy, and Bossy.
It’s that simple, really, her gorgeous and frankly admirably sexy appearance makes her a candy to nearly every male eye, possibly even a few female eyes. Any male canine who does not come to a liking of her striking physical mind, is absolutely, abnormal, that’s all she wrote.
Due to her overly-amazing looks, Ravy plays her appealing to the eye, looks to her best ability making every single brute in the town of Saddle Creek, want her more than anything in the world, it’s a flirtatious ability that she had, naturally.
Another persona that the sassy femme portrays, would be that of bossy. Controlling her fine, male subjects, with ease and the help of her intriguing gaze, and lovely looks.
One last thing that may not be in the list, would be incredibly cunning, for the mix breed is as sharp as a pin physically, and mentally. Knowing how to do many things other canines may not be able to do, thanks to their small amount of intelligence, Viva puts herself up at the top of the grading scale.
Appearance:
Ravy is slightly different from others, its in a good way though, it also helps that she knows how to work it. Standing with the build of a Nova Scotia, with a plumed tail, dipped with white at the tip. Every single petite paw, has a white mitten, splattered with tiny black dots. Ears are erect like a husky, tan on the inside, black on the outside. White blaze runs through the center of her forehead, surrounded by tan and black.
History:
Born in New Jersey, in which pertained her thick accent from, in a small family which included, her mother Nadiah, and two other sisters. Growing up in a large ranch house, with a farmer and his 4 daughters, she stayed fit, running around, learning to herd sheep and cattle, it was what she was bred for, the husky for speed, the Nova Scotia for intellegience, and the Leopard Dog for general herding skills. Growing up as much of a tom boy out of the little, oblivious to her sisters and mother, Ravy lived the good life, sleeping at the foot of the oldest daughter’s bed every night. Waking up every morning and eating anything that she could get a hold of, since her family didn’t seem to feed her even close to enough, chewing on wires, cords, couches, shoes and pillows, being a typical dog, and it was going okay, she was getting by with only a dirty look and a lecture.
One day, appearantly they got sick of her, her human master dad, put her in the back of the pick-up truck and drove for a long while, before stopping at a thick, wooded area close to a dark alley, crawling with trash, bugs and other creatures. There is where he picked her up, dropped her by a tree, and drove away. Wanting nothing more but to follow him, and not understanding what to do and what was happening, Viva sat there, whining and waiting. After a few days of sleeping on the ground, waiting for him to return, Raviva got hungry, and walked towards the alley, hoping to find some decent garbage.
There is where she met her friends, Rocksi, was the major leader of the pack, she taught Viva all her ways, letting her know how to survive in such a dust bowl. The pack was her new life, all that she had, her heart, until a white van came, many humans hopped out and all of her “family” scattered in different directions, never to be seen again.
Set:
www.flickr.com/photos/ajanhelendam/sets/72157622787339499/
