My appearance... It's been so long since I've thought of what I look like. I fear myself, I fear I have become something decrepit. I am not what I look like on the inside, to on the outside. I am a very different creature. Bitches look upon me as a male that will give them pleasure, brutes look to me as a threat, or a protector. The only gaze I see worth meeting is the small, amber blue gaze of a little girl, who looks at my large form as though I am handsome, as though I am worth all of her love and admiration. To be fair... Let me take you back to the beginning, before I became Alpha of Soren...

And now I'll take over, the crazy owner of this poor dog. Hauze was born and bred for show, coming from a large line of dogs that were meant to not only be used for looks, but brains. No in-breeding, Hauze was a rare chance that happens once in a million times. This pup was perfect. No patches at birth, he was large, and just got better. He had the makings of a true champion....

Residing at 27.5 inches, he is one of the tallest of his kind. Large paws that are wolf-like in the ability to spread apart, the sleek male is not heavy. No, he's slim, but at his height, it is known that he is no lightweight. The Dalmatian was bred for stamina, health, and endurance, and it shows in his body. At a mere 73 pounds, the ideal weight for a male being 80, he is still nothing to be pushed around.

Dalmatians are known for their spots, an easy distinction between them and other breeds. Their spots become evident after the first week of their lives, and they develop both in number and size all through their lives. Hauze is no exception. Large spots cover his frame heavily, thickly falling like large snowflakes, patterning his short, dense coat sporadically, and he thinks sometimes that by the time he dies, he will be black instead of spotted. The spots range from the size from a dime, to a dollar coin. However, even though he has many of them, they are distinct, sharp, none of them smudged.

He has two ears that are completly black, and spots ring the inside of his eyes, where they would meet. Between his eyes, the spots form a V shaped, something that set's him apart from other Dalmatians. Though his spots are thick, there are several things that you need to note. Firstly, something off topic completly, is that his eyes are a dark, dark, almost midnight blue, but they shift. The light, his mood, who knows what changes them, but from a crystal blue, to practically black, they are two bright emblems in his haunted face. The second is that his spots lessen, as they go down his lanky body. From a barrage at his chest, they slowly lessen, and on his back foot, he has less than ten spots, compared to the overlapping of those spots that try to crowd his front paws.

The third about his appearance is something that I feel like I need to impress upon you; not about one part of him, or a piece that makes him up... He was to be a champion. Grace, elegance, bone structure, shape, he was going to be the finest the world ever saw. He WAS the finest they ever saw, a champion... And I try to impress on you the sadness that grips my heart when I tell you this. He was... Past tense, an ache, that sends a sad shiver up my spine and brings tears to my heart...