Name: Sasha Jennifer Thompson
Species: Canis Familiaris
Breed: German Shepherd (Anthro)
Mate: Me (HumphreyAlpha)
Children: None
Fur color: Black and tan
Eyes: Brown
Age: 25 (unsure how to define)
Career history: Sasha has worked with the Brooklyn and New York police departments for a total of two and a half years. She applied to the ACIA (Anthro CIA) and worked there for around two months before meeting me and resigning.
Likes: weapons, the sense of authority she has from her career, cars, fine wine and food
Dislikes: Douchebags, deliberate idiots, and rap
Favorite color: Blue
Favorite band: Foreigner
Favorite food: Filet mingon, salmon
Favorite movie: Anything with the CIA in it
Favorite TV show: NCIS
Species: Canis Familiaris
Breed: German Shepherd (Anthro)
Mate: Me (HumphreyAlpha)
Children: None
Fur color: Black and tan
Eyes: Brown
Age: 25 (unsure how to define)
Career history: Sasha has worked with the Brooklyn and New York police departments for a total of two and a half years. She applied to the ACIA (Anthro CIA) and worked there for around two months before meeting me and resigning.
Likes: weapons, the sense of authority she has from her career, cars, fine wine and food
Dislikes: Douchebags, deliberate idiots, and rap
Favorite color: Blue
Favorite band: Foreigner
Favorite food: Filet mingon, salmon
Favorite movie: Anything with the CIA in it
Favorite TV show: NCIS
A light snore escaped the throat of a small black-furred cat with white paws. She shifted slightly, lost in the ethereal world of dreams. She was dreaming of a certain canine. A certain white-furred, handsome canine.
She rolled in her sleep, curling into a ball. Her tail tickled her nose.
Behind her, the blankets bulged over the lump that was her master. Her master was a young, slight girl with blazing red hair.
Laying on the other side from her master was the white dog in question. His large, triangular white ears held their normal position as he slumbered on. He was aware of the feline's affections for him, but, in his eyes, there was nothing he could do. She was a cat, and he, a dog. There was nothing there.
She rolled in her sleep, curling into a ball. Her tail tickled her nose.
Behind her, the blankets bulged over the lump that was her master. Her master was a young, slight girl with blazing red hair.
Laying on the other side from her master was the white dog in question. His large, triangular white ears held their normal position as he slumbered on. He was aware of the feline's affections for him, but, in his eyes, there was nothing he could do. She was a cat, and he, a dog. There was nothing there.