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 Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 11:41 am
~*A Dog's Life*~
Recent Events Rashida time and time again finds those around her leaving her. Beginning as far back as she can remember with her own parents. Her first love interest, an entire pack, countless friends and encounters across the way. She is now incredibly fearful of other wild dogs. She sticks close to the rogue lands and avoids the scents and trails of others like herself. She has honed her skills quite well as of late. She has become very good at sneaking and thievery, despite her bright pink coat which was once a hindrance to such activities. And she has sharpened her claws several times on the battle field.
Name: Rashida
Meaning: Righteously Guided
Age: Adult
Type: Wild Dog
Pack: None
Current Location: Roguelands
Relations (red enemy, green romance, orange friend): Cushti, Tahu, SafiOffspring: None
Personality: Rashida is somewhat pessimistic. She has grown up without parents, and until recently she had no pack. Because of this she may be a little rough around the edges when dealing with others. Living life alone has made her resilient and independent. She can also come across as arrogant at times because of her independence. She had to carve her own way in life because of her shockingly pink pelt. Everything from the food she ate, to the places she slept were different than other wild dogs. Like all creatures, she holds a secret wish in her heart though to be accepted and loved by others. This is probably intensified by the fact that she is what she is - a Wild dog. Dogs are pack animals and long to be with others of their kind. Deep down she is insecure and clingy. But her strong nature would never let her show it. When shown kindness or affection, she may appear on the outside to be aloof, but she will do small things to show she's not as indifferent to their affection as it may appear.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 7:02 am
Rashida woke up, her gold almost catlike colored eyes squinting against the morning sun. The cave floor was cold. No warm body nearby to warm her through the night. She traveled alone, she always had. She wasn't even sure who her parents were.
She cursed under her breath. "Too early..." she muttered. She stretched out her black socked paws. The odd pink stripes at the top made it seem almost like long lace up boots. Arching her back covered in black spots, she ventured out of her makeshift den to find breakfast.
She sighed as she stopped for a drink of water. Her colorful coat made it rather hard to catch food. She looked into the pool and seen her oddly marked face. Large black lines creased her forehead like worry lines, or like a weird domestic dog, a bulldog or sharpei perhaps. The lines shifted as her expression changed, always making hideing her emotions and thoughts quite a challenge.
Right now what was her face saying... Hungry... she thought. She flicked her tail as she finished drinking and once again cursed her brightly pink coat.
She could sneak up on smaller prey fairly easily, but larger prey with taller necks could almost always spot her. She was fast, but hated having to work so hard for a meal. So her diet mostly consisted of rabbits, ground birds, fish, and plants and vegetables.
"What's on today's menu..." she thought to herself as she scanned the area carefully. "There... what's this..." Rashida thought to herself... "A wounded gazelle? These chances don't present themselves all that often.
Rashida slunk down low to the ground, wriggling her tail with nervous excitement. A soft red tongue hung from her mouth, drooling in anticipation.
"Charge!!" she thought as she rushed out of the brush. However, another predator had also noticed the wounded colt. Rashida let out a low threatening snarl, to warn the other about her presence. That's when two others came up along side. She knew she was beat, and retreated reluctantly, and still hungry, to a nearby den. She would wait until the others were done and see if anything was left of the beast.
When their scent was gone, Rashida emerged. The only flesh left was nearly scrapeing the bones. Rashida chewed hungrily on the bones, savoring every scrap of meat she could peel off.
/Sigh... Her life was always like this. "I need to find a pack." She thought to herself as she layed down near the watering hole.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 7:38 am
Rashida had heard tales of a pack of wild dogs who had come together in the lands of Mpizani. All of her life Rashida had lived as a rogue dog, barely scraping by. She knew the benefits of having a pack, especially when she herself was ill equipped for tasks which required subtlety. Plus she was in her prime, a young adult. Her instincts told her to seek a mate and birth pups. Dogs enjoy the company of other dogs, so even if there wasn't much food, or a family of her own, there at least would be others to share her life with.
And so driven by hunger, instinct, and emotion, Rashida began her journey to find this pack, her new home. Would they accept her? Would she be a burden with her unusually bright markings? She stood out more than any wild dog she had ever met. She was lean and lank from lack of large game impossible for her to catch on her own. She cursed her coat as she looked up, pausing for a moment.
But perhaps she could serve some other role within the pack. It wasn't that she was bad at fighting, quite the opposite in fact. She was strong of will and constitution. Resilient and determined, she had spent many years now improvising and finding ways to get by. And she was relatively healthy, despite being a bit skinny.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 7:56 am
The Mpizani lands were secluded between two large mountain peaks. If it were not for her fateful encounter with Tahu, she would not have been able to find the hidden entrance.
When she finally reached the lands it was almost overwhelming for her. It was a mix of sights, sounds, smells, and emotions. She felt relief that her journey was over and paused to drink from the stream running down the mountainside. Then she remembered she was she as her pink reflection stared back at her.
Exploring the land for the first time, she noticed there was not any large prey to be found in the valley. This did not bother her too much since she had lived off small ground birds and rabbits for as long as she could remember.
At least here, there would not be competition for the food, and instead togetherness.
The thought made her smile, however briefly. It was rare for Rashida to ever smile. It felt so unnatural to her. She had gone through the first half of her life with so much hardship that her lines on her face had grown downward instead of up. When she did smile, the black lines on her face twisted and turned into new patterns.
She looked again into the clear water trying to force a smile. The image bouncing back at her looked more like an angry dog baring it's teeth, than a warm friendly smile. She frowned again and gave up resuming her long drink after her hard journey.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 7:51 am
With the destruction of her previous pack, Rashida again finds herself a rouge in the pridelands, never knowing when her next meal might come, and feeling more and more dissatisfied with life and disillusioned with others as each day passes.
At this point she is a broken dog, emotionally speaking, she's about half alive right now, and her personality is hinging on the brink of insanity.
When the pack was destroyed she had been promised she wouldn't be left alone and that they would find a new pack or build one together. He was the first one she had met like herself; and she thought bitterly, if they're all like him, full of lies and broken promises, then she did not need anyone.
Loneliness is pain, but love is nothing but warm and pretty lies. As her name, Rashida, suggests (Righteously guided) Rashida prefers truth and virtue, but the more she sees of the world, the more she begins to think the entire land is devoid of anything 'righteous'.
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