KYUUBI - catahoula leopard cur - finished

[KYUUBI]

Name: Kyuubi (Kyuu for short)
Age: three years
Gender: male
Breed: Catahoula Leopard Cur/Dog
Pack: Dorcha - hunter captain

Description: Kyuubi has a single, short, dense coat with a variety of colors that seem to be painted on. His main color seems to be a light blue-gray, and he has white, black, and brown in cow spot-like spots scattered all along his brother. His coat is slick and smooth, and water easily slips right off of it. He has long legs, large paws, and his tail is long and whip-like. His build is like a Great Dane, but he's not as tall.

Because of his bloody history, parts of his fur, mainly on his legs and maw, have blood stains that just never fully came out. Also because of his past, Kyuubi has three cut marks on his snout. His claws are long and sharp, and he still has his sharp and curved dewclaws, which are used for climbing trees. Yes, he and his breed can climb trees. Kyuubi has floppy ears that droop over half-way down his head. When he sits, you can see a what looks like a slightly smaller version of a Weimeriner's chest.

Personality: Kyuubi isn't your average Catahoula. Catahoulas are supposed to be energetic, non-aggressive, and great pets. Peh. That's boring. Kyuubi, however, isn't anything like that. Because of how he was raised, this Catahoula became aggressive. He is, in a way, energetic, but he's not the hyper energetic that the others of his breed are. This dog hates being bossed around. He hates it when others look him in the eye, unless they are of higher social ranking. He hates it when others brag, making him want to slit their throats. Oh, and he really hates humans. Even with all this aggression, he is a very loyal dog. It's hard for him to find someone he can call "boss" or "alpha." When he does, he follows them to the end. He'll even give his life to them, if necessary.

Kyuubi tends to be a loner most of the time. He normally goes by his own rules. If he's, say, out on a mission, he'll always break a few rules. However, this normally helps him succeed in whatever he was supposed to do. He always keeps up the stance that says "Pick a fight with me, and you'll be dead in moments." Since he's a Catahoula, intimidation is in his blood. He and the rest of his kind were bred for hunting large, wild boars, herding cattle (mainly by nipping at them to make them move), and other large animal hunting and herding. At first glance, he seems like a tough dog that no one wants to mess with. Underneath, and I mean way underneath, he's actually a big softy. It just takes a lot of time for that side of him to break through the chains locking it away. Yeah, you get the point.

History: Kyuubi wasn't always an aggressive dog. In fact, he used to be a bubbly puppy a long time ago. His father and mother were fighting dogs. His father was a champion, and his mother was mainly used for breeding. He was born to a litter of five, and he showed the most promise to the dog fighters. He and his litter mates would always play fight, and he always came out on top. When Kyuu was finally weened and ready for training, the dog fighters took him and started vigorous training.

During this training, he had to attack, and sometimes kill, the weaker dogs who either weren't fighting dog material or had lost a match. Kyuubi had to train on the runt of his littermates, a small red Catahoula. As he had to attack his brother over and over again, just for his human's sake, something snapped in his mind. His happy bubbly personality vanished, and the gap was filled with aggression towards humans and dogs. However, he claimed that his human was worthy to be called boss at the time, so his aggression didn't come towards that man until later on. At the age of one, Kyuubi was able to start fighting in the ring. His first opponent was a wimpy dog, one who seemed to be afraid of every sound and being around him. That match was easily finished. The same happened with the rest of his matches that night. His opponents wer thrown out, and the Catahoula was able to eat royally that night. When he was two and a half years of age, his human started to become a real... Softy. Kyuubi blamed it on the fact that his human's mate had a small infant. This inraged the dog. Whenever night came and his master left to his home, Kyuubi unlatched his kennel and tracked down his human. It only took him a matter of minutes with his speed and nose to get to the house. There, he snuck in, going through the dog door that was, for some odd reason, there. Inside, a small, yappy dog awoke and started barking its head off at him. He was annoyed, so he swiftly snapped the smaller dog's neck with his large canines, leaving blood everywhere. Kyuubi set off towards the room that smelt of baby power and milk. It only took him moments to find the crib that held the infant, growl in its face to wake it up, making it cry, and slash its throat with his sharp dewclaw.

At the sound of the crying and then a deadly silence, the man and his wife went to investigate. This was a mistake. Kyuubi had completely snapped right then. It only took five minutes to kill the man's wife. Out of rage, the man tried to throw a random fork at his once-great fighting dog. All this did was scratch the side of his snout, giving him three perminate scars that look like claw marks. The Catahoula slashed out at the man, spilling blood everywhere on the already-blood-soaked carpet. It only took a swift bite to the throat to kill his old human. He was free now, free to go where ever he wanted. So, he set out to find someone worth of calling boss again. Now, at the age of three years, he has found someone to call boss. It was the Dorcha Alpha Female. He would have never thought of calling a female boss, but it didn't matter. As long as it wasn't human, he didn't care. Yeah, you get the point.

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Rp Sample: Dimly lit lights hanged overhead. Smoke filled the air, making it harder to breath. Humans of all shapes and forms crowded around a medium-sized ring. It was a makeshift ring, made of thick planks of wood, and there was blood, everywhere. Inside the ring were two humans, their grubby hands clinging to the worn collars of their dogs. There were only two dogs in the rin, one per person. In one corner, a large, fully-muscled Catahoula was ready to fight. His lips were crunched up into a snarl. His long, whip-like tail slammed against his human's legs. The Catahoula was littered with bloodstains, most of them weren't his own. The brute clawwed at the dirt ground, his long, sharp, and curved claws scraping out what looked like cat marks.

In the other corner, there was a smaller dog. It was only half the size of the Catahoula. It had its tail between its legs, but the other dog made itself look as if it was ready to fight. The humans let the collars go, and they leaped out of the ring, not wanting to an arm or leg bitten off. The large Catahoula charged at the smaller dog. His large canine teeth were bared, and his sharp dewclaws were ready to claw into the other dog. The match was over in a minute. His human had to use a large, chewwed-on stick in order to pry the brutes sharp teeth from the other dog's throat. The brute snorted when he finally let his jaw open up for the other human to slid the other dog out. He hated that part of the fights. He could never actually kill any of the dogs. He was only allowed to fatally wound them. How boring.

The Catahoula's human led the brute out of the ring. New bloodstains littered his multi-colored pelt. His bright blue eyes glared up at his human when he was put into his crate. He hated that place. It was too cramped for his liking. What he hated most was how his human's attitude was after the matches were over. Sure, his human was fired up that his prized fighting dog had won yet again, but he was also head-over-heels about talking about his mate and the newest addition to their family, a small infant. The Catahoula snorted again as the latch on his crate was unlatched and a large bowl of kibble and a bone was slid in. "Boss, you've gotten too soft..." The brute's voice came out low, but all his human could hear was a simple growl, which the human thought was his canine being territorial over food. Pathetic was a great word for his human... All humans at that.

The Catahoula Leopard Cur started eating the food, easily finishing it off in three minutes. He then started chewwing on the bone, his bright blue eyes watching his human's every move. The man finally got into his old, beat-up car and drove off to his home. Now was the dog's change. He took his long snout and pushed up on the latch, easily unlatching it and swinging the crate door open. The Catahoula heaved himself up, kicking the bone and bowl to the back of his crate, and slinked out. He put his black nose to the ground, waiting a few moments before rocketing out of the room by breaking down the weak door. His large paws thudding against the concrete of the road. The brute's nose was in the air now, following the trail of exaugst that his human's beat-up car had left. It was time that his human learned a thing or two about his fighting dog.