Post by gummy on Jun 14, 2013 17:29:45 GMT -5
HER ESSENTIALS
Title: Shasta
Epithet: Ta, Sassy, Tia, ect.
Gender: Female
Age: A trio of years
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Heritage: Siberian Husky
Pack: Loner.
HER GUISE
Height: 20 inches at the shoulder
Weight: 35 pounds
State: Healthy.
Song: Sweet and colored with curiosity.
Perfume: Icy and floral.
Appearance:
basic;; A slender red and white husky with ice blue eyes
detailed;;
[coat] Shasta’s got less fluff than her brother, but she’s nowhere near a short coated dog. Each strand of fur is carefully bred with the thick double coat for warmth and the weather resistance for sledding. Shasta’s a bit more dramatic than her brother, her locks a vivid red that contours around every curve of her body. The shading darkens to near black upon the two large ears that rest upon her head. Her lips are lined with pale red and her eyes are surrounded by a burst. A band of red wraps around her neck and stops halfway, giving into a white face, neck, chest, stomach and legs. Her flag’s red pigments are softer and less dramatic than the red upon her face and back, giving way to a creamier shade of white as it curls over her back.
[stature] If Palmer’s the brawn, then Shasta must have all the brains in the world. As the exact opposite of her brother, Shasta would have been a fabulous show dog, had she not taken to sledding so well. Slender and made for speed like her mother, Shasta’s frame work is very delicate and pleasing to the eye. Long, thin legs lead to a narrow chest and slender torso, an uncommon sight for the usually deep chest of the breed. She’s not easy to push around though; Shasta still has the trademark power of the Siberian Husky, as her entire frame is wrapped with wry muscles.
[eyes] Palmer’s eyes may be transfixing, but Shasta’s will freeze you in your tracks. Each portal is of freezing blue, the color so pale it could be considered silver or white. While both pale blue portals are still fully functional, it is likely that Shasta will go blind in one or both eyes as she ages.
HER DISPOSITION
Mentality: Stable
Assertion: Submissive
Likes: The cold, working, talking to others, family, pups, ect.
Dislikes: Players, sexist pigs, ect.
Personality:
[sweet&&warm hearted] Shasta is just as sweet as cherry pie. She sees the good in everyone and you’ll always see her with a smile on her face and a kind word or two for everyone she meets, not matter how hard they try to make her hate them. She’s got a big heart and all she wants to do is share it.
[motherly] Shasta tends to take on a motherly role, especially around Palmer, who needs a firm hand to keep him on the right track. She tends to be the one to lay down the law, even if it’s against someone bigger and/or stronger than her. When she takes on the role of a mother, she gains a sense of power and confidence, that makes her able to stand up for herself and those around her.
[too trusting&&easy to fool]Every dog must have its flaws, just look at Palmer! Shasta tends to be too blindly loyal and gives people more credit than they really deserve. She’s a sweetheart and she’s naïve, as she hasn’t seen the horrors of the world, and that makes her open to attack by dogs that’ve seen just how awful the world truly is. With her innocence, she’s a target and there are a lot of dogs who would love to take her sweet-as-tea and playful attitude and shove it up her butt.
HER PAST
Parents: Shiloh x Baxter
Siblings: Palmer[brother], Keltie[brother], Ella[sister]
Mates: None
Offspring: None[currently]
History:
”Mush!” The bellow of the aging man was accompanied by a puff of frigid air as snow continued to fall, clumping on trees, muffling the sounds of forest life. The dog team pushed forward, each dog moving in sync with each other, carefully guided by the broad black and white dog at the head of the lead. The dogs pulled the sled through the night, pausing when needed for them to rest. The sun began to peek out from behind the thinning trees and the dogs moved with more energy, their yips answering the distant ones that greeted the musher and his team as they grew closer to their destination. As the musher guided his team home, the door of the quaint little cabin opened and a petite woman stepped out, beaming at her husband. “Hank!” She cried, running across the snow to engulf the fur covered man, Hank, in a hug. “Marie.” The man replied, wrapped his arms around his wife. The dogs yipped at their pack mates, who cried from their heated kennels by the cabin. “Go inside, Marie. I have to put up the dogs. I’ll be inside in a few minutes.” Hank urged the brunette gently.
The woman smiled at her husband, ruffled the lead dog’s ears and then hurried into the cabin, out of the frigid Alaskan air. Hank turned to his dogs, smiling fondly at the weary dogs before stepping back onto the sled and guiding the dogs into the kennels. He unhitched the sled and carefully wiped it down and put it in its usual place. He then returned to his dogs, who were laying on the stone floor, totally exhausted. “You did a good job, loves. A good job. Good dogs.” He praised them as he carefully unhooked the dogs. He gently put the dogs into their kennels, except the lead, and fed and watered each before leaving them to converse with their dog language. The big black and white husky trotted loyally after Hank, eager to see his people, and his family. Hank opened the door, a burst of heat warming his face as he stepped inside. Marie smiled and kissed her husband, stroked the husky’s head, and then placed a plate of steaming baked potatoes, salmon, and green bean. She then lowered a dish of a mixture of wet and dry food to the floor, where the husky hurriedly began to chow down. “Baxter looks tired.” She commented, sipping her steaming coffee.
“Long drive.” Hank replied, shrugging as he began to shovel food into his mouth. Baxter had finished his food in minutes and was trotting through the kitchen, poking his head around the corner, tail wagging wildly as he saw his mate, heavily pregnant with their second litter tucked into the linen closet among a nest of worn blankets. As the day grew old and day turned to night, a miracle happened. As 3:25 drew to 6:25, a litter of pups were born. A pair of little girls and a pair of boys. Two red, a grey, and a black. Shasta, Ella, Keltie, and Palmer.
And so, they aged and became sled dogs; or Shasta and Palmer did. Keltie and Ella didn’t do well with the training and so Keltie was sold to a family, who later moved away, cutting the family ties. Shasta and Palmer became the lead dogs once Shiloh and Baxter retired and once Hank retired, they retired too. Shasta and Palmer were still young, though, and so they were sold along with the other younger dogs, though the older dogs stayed with Hank and Marie. Shasta, Ella, and Palmer were sold to a family who had met all the requirements. The family moved around a lot and while they were in Saddle Creek, they were forced to leave their beloved huskies. The siblings dispersed, though they make sure to keep in touch, wherever they go.
, really adorable, funny how she's so different from Palmer.