{{rusty.pistol.tells.the.story}}Skye

[D.esire]

Skye,,

THE STATISTICS;;

BIRTH NAME;; They introduced me as Ma-Ajmala Shahar
NAME;; Now I host as Skye
BIRTHDAY;; Pleasing the public since June 3, 2006
AGE IN YEARS;; A lady should never reveal her age, even at only three
GENDER;; I am quite female, thank you
BREED;; Saluki

DIG DEEPER;;

PERSONALITY;; Skye, the dainty looking girly with a pampered attitude. Defining a proper girl to the letter, Skye refuses to flaunt herself about as some of these other femmes decide to do. Everything down to her speech eludes a bit of self-confidence. Due to this conservative behavior, some might see her as arrogant, self-absorbed, and one with a God complex. In fact, she can be a sweet little lady as long as you treat her as such. Apologize are handed out when necessary, though like anyone, they are not enjoyed. Though naturally aloof at times, Skye doesn’t mind a bit of company every now and then as long as they are sanitary. She is quite finicky when it comes to grime. In her younger years, she lived with desert Bedouins, giving her some respect for people. However, family and a few outsiders were all she was exposed to leaving her pack manners a bit tarnished. In fact, she has little knowledge of survival in the streets of a busy city. Throw her into the arid sands an she would find her way, but in the concrete jungle, she is learning to survive anew.
VOICE;; Though she is not gifted with a high pitched voice that breaks glass, it is not difficult to tell this woman from the boys. A smooth mezzo alto voice belongs to this femme. Spoken in a slower tone and with her decorous vocabulary, one may think she finds herself above all others simply by the resonance in her voice. If you are insignificant to her, she will allow you to know.
DESCRIPTION;; Skye is a true bred Saluki. Though fully grown, she stands at the diminutive height for twenty-three inches at the shoulder and carries a dainty forty-four pounds. Though not particularly strong, Skye has a sinewy muscle reveling through her sheer coat. A striking contrast to the scene of a drab street. A illuminated cream is the solid coloration throughout her entire body. The feathering on her ears, tail, and legs also carry this light complexion. Her coat has begun to bleach with the constant sun, losing some of brightening the darker color she once carried. However, eyes of the darkest amber shine with the same strength as they always had.

Carrying the classic Saluki shape, boney and fragile looking, she isn’t one to throw herself into fights. Rather, she is more suited for running than bringing down gazelle as her ancestors once did. She still has the necessary strength in her stringy body to hold her own against others, as long as they aren’t too much larger.
HISTORY;; Skye was born across the sea, in what humans called the Arabic Peninsula, she simply called it home. She and her kind were treated almost equally to the humans they stayed with. It was a lazy life to live as a pup, but it wasn’t one she would be allowed to keep.
The litter she was born to was bound for the Americas to new owners scattered across the continent. Showing, Coursing, breeding, each had their own destination with a job to be performed. Skye herself was predetermined to live with a man who owned many of her cousins, Greyhounds. He illicitly raced the creatures into the ground on backwoods tracks and was in need of a new and swift animal. Instead, he got Skye. By birthright she was quick, but never flaunted the fact, more than ever for a human with such vulgar ethics. She never ran for him, sitting at the starting line with a lazy look on her face, and to say the least, he was not pleased.
To obtain one her own is quite costly, thus he wouldn’t get rid of her. As an alternative he wanted to use her for brood with his own Greyhounds. She would not stand for this insult to her body. In her final race, she ran. Faster than some of the boys she was pitted against and right off the track, she ran. It took some wear and tear, but now all fabric signs that she was owned have disappeared.

LOOK CLOSER;;

TALKING;; {{“Please listen dear.”}}
LISTENING;; I pay close attention
THINKING;; “My thoughts are none of your concern”
PACK;; Running with the rabble, not quite yet.
OTHER;;{{ “Desire is by no means a proper lady. Please be kind to her, I fear something is wrong in her head.” }} Ahem -.-

CREATED BY;;
Flynn, CR to Un-Chained Don't steal.

(your fairy tales won't happen,,)