Name: Sage
Age:
1 Year & 10 Months
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Shaman’s Apprentice
Tribe:
Oak
Appearance:
Sage is a rather small, beagle mix – assumed to be a corgi and beagle mix (better known as a beagi) with a hint of basset hound. She stands at 12” high and weighs only 16 lbs. Her body is stocky and slim, built to maneuver through thick underbrush. Very little muscle exists on her form. However, do not be mistaken, she can cause major damage if she so desires. Her ears are, of course, floppy and are longer than a normal beagle’s – most likely due to that tiny bit of basset hound blood in her. Her body is longer, much like a corgi’s, but not as long.
The beagle mix has a classic, well, beagle coat. Her back and the top of her neck is covered in black fur while her head and the fur beneath the black are a tan color. Though, the majority of her body is composed of white fur, with some of it scattered throughout the tan and black areas – specifically around her neck area. Her muzzle is completely white with a small, thin stripe of it running up her snout. She also has the classic beagle tail tip that is held high whenever she trots around – waving around like a white flag.
Her snout is similar to a corgi’s as well – long and somewhat narrow. No scars line her pelt. The beagi’s eyes are a deep, dark brown that hide most of her emotions. The color is so dark that some mistake it to be black.
Personality:
Sarcastic || Rude || Easily Annoyed || Sassy || Bossy || Caring || Smart || Spiritual
Sage is known to be incredibly sarcastic and rude. She regularly insults those around her who she holds no respect for. She may also make their work harder for them. Chide and sarcastic remarks often follow any “stupid” remakers make around her, or after any “dumb” question. She will even use her sarcasm to insult aforementioned dogs.
The small beagle mix is easily annoyed by the simplest of things. Talk too much? She’s annoyed. Eat too much or too loudly? She’s annoyed. Do anything she does not like? She’s annoyed. Even just breathing in the wrong direction will anger her. Most times, she will snap at anyone who runs her nerves thin. However, she is less likely to do so to those she respects – generally holding her tongue in their presence. Though, that doesn’t mean she won’t voice her annoyance with low growls often emitting from her throat whenever she attempts to not snap.
The beagi has been described as sassy. She is quick with comebacks, most of which are insults, and is always confident in her abilities. Her words and tone is generally assertive, leaving no room for argument. She is very direct and straight to the point – not even caring about one’s emotion or reaction. There is no dancing around the topic for her.
Sage can be quite bossy, especially to any stubborn patients. The female always expects other dogs to listen to her. Afterall, she’s going to be a Shaman in the future. They’re supposed to listen to her. So imagine how she feels when one of her own patients will not listen to her. Sure, she understands that it can be hard to remain still or calm when in pain, but that gives them no right to disobey her orders. Those to talk back better expect to be hounded (heh) by the little beagle. She will never take no for an answer.
Despite her snarky nature, the beagle mix can be rather caring. She hates seeing other dogs hurt, especially those from her own pack. When one is injured, the female will rush them to the healing den – no ifs, ands, or buts about it. She’ll take good care of the injured canine until they’re all healed up. During that time, she’ll be rather friendly towards them – no insults or harsh sarcastic remarks to be made. However, unless the injured or sick canine weaves their way into her heart, she will go back to harsh and bossy self as soon as they’re better.
As given for her rank, the female is incredibly intelligent. She has memorized almost all of the herbs and medical supplies, their uses, and the best place to find them. Along with the good herbs, Sage knows where the bad and dangerous plants are as well as their cure. She is also a good problem solver, creating abstract solutions that work quite well.
From the moment she could talk, Sage was oddly spiritual. She would always claim that she talked with some of their ancestors in her dreams, or that the ancestors had given her a sign of the future. Even now, she speaks of talking to the pack’s ancestors – asking for words of advice and signs of the future. However, she now keeps whatever may have been said to herself – not wishing for those of her pack to look at her like she’s gone feral.
Affiliations:
Cawls - Half-Brother
Open
Crush:
TBD
Mate:
N/A
Pups:
N/A
Other:
- Like many hounds, Sage has an impeccable sense of smell. This asset provides much aid when it comes to tracking down herbs.
-Random Fun Fact because I feel like it: my first ever dog that I considered to be mine and not just “mine” through my family was a runt beagle.
Example:
Sage pads around the den, grabbing numerous herbs, sticks, and cobwebs from the storage and piling them up next to the injured – and much larger – dog. The canine had a large gash along their leg – it’s origin unknown. Sadly, it seemed that this wound would never heal properly and the dog would no longer be able to fight or hunt again.
A few paw lengths away, their mate hovered over them with a worried expression, whispering comforting and encouraging words into their floppy ears that were meant to stay between them. However, they did not remain so.
Thus, the easily agitated female began mummering under her breath of all the supplies she would need, and what use they had to keep focused and calm. “Poppy for less pain and more rest, cobwebs to slow bleeding, goldenrod to speed up the healing process…”
Once finished, she trots over to her patient and offers them her oral remedies whilst she applies the others. The mate of the injured mutt remained by his side all the while, still whispering to them. The constant whispers soon became incredibly distracting to the small hound and, furthermore, annoying. She grit her jaw to suppress a snap meant for the loud dog. Ancestors, help me.
It did not take much more for the apprentice to truly snap though. In seconds she turns to the mate, snarling in anger. “Could you be any louder?!” She barks.
She continues to snarl as the mate of the injured dog responds to her. No matter the response, the beagle mix chases them from the den. The now quiet den helps her to work more proficiently, getting much more done for her pack mate than she had been before.
Sage soon finishes her work and takes a step back from the dog, inspecting her product. Paw steps sound from behind her. Turning, she sees her mentor walking up to the two of them. She backs away, holding her head high, as she lets her mentor judge her handy work.
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