Name: Fang
Gender: Female
Age: 1 year
Breed Flatterhaft Black Dog

Appearance: Fang is a thin, lithe dog. She has short fur, the color of onyx. It is not the sleekest fur in the world, occasionally messy, more near her shoulders and her tail. Fang has dark paws, with razor sharp claws.
Fang has a ripped ear, her left one- it's not seriously torn, only slightly nicked. these ears floppy, a common characteristic among her breed. Fang has a long muzzle with a wet nose at the end.
Fang has odd eyes, for one is a pale silver, the other a glimmering gold. These eyes are rather scary, and no one knows what caused her to have such creepy eyes.
The black dog has a bushy tail that winds down past her skinny legs, for it is a long tail. It is an extremely dark gray tail, almost black.
Fang has a bunch of silver flecks on her messy-furred chest. They are hard to see, but in the proper light you can spot them.
When light hits her pelt just right, it shines violet.
Fang has extremely sharp fangs. Do not cross her.

Personality: Fang is an odd dog. She is calm and quiet, not willing to rush into things instantely. Sometimes cold and calculating, Fang can launch the precise and fatal move the kill her prey. But Fang is not a murderous dog, but more as a dog that you do not want to cross.
Fang does not have the lightest, lovliest personality in the world. She has the tendency to smack you if you say something that she detests. Fang is a deadly fighter, and quite proud of it. Fang is not open to all emotions, but rather hides them to herself and often keeps comments to herself and to no other dog, unless you are her friend; a rare, rare time.
fang is an abstract thinker, ready to figure out any equation given to her. She is not a genious, as any dog is not. However, she is a smart thinker, and don't expect her to be stupid.

History: Fang has quite the unique history. She was found in a dumpster wrapped in gray cloth with a card reading 'Kiba.' Kiba is Japenese for fang, the person who found her realized, and named her promptly. He did not raise Fang for long, and released her at three months to die or live, which ever came first. He did not care much for dogs, as his bird was just killed by them.
Fang lay there in the hard pavement, eyes closed. A stray finally picked up her scent and found her. He growled and barked at the limp bundle, and something amazing happened- his barks awoke Fang, and she crambled away.
Slowly she recalled the Man. I will call you Fang. His words echoed in her brain. Fang. Fang. Fang. That was her name.
At just five months, three strays attacked her. Fang managed to scramble away in time, with the cost of a nicked ear, unfortunately.
At seven months, Fang stopped eating trash. Yes, she still does, but then she cauhgt a rat. She encountered a rat when she unwisely stumbled upon an open sewer. The stench was horrible, but she found a fat rat just outside the sewer, and, luckily unpoisoned, the rat was killed and eaten.

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