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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 23, 2016 14:56:30 GMT -5
Pandora's gaze grew soft as she looked at the little dog. "hey max... It's ok.. I wont hurt you. You just surprised me. Are you ok?" she asked him kindly,her eyes warm. Her ear flicked as she heard thunder and she sighed. "Hey, I know a place we can take shelter from the storm. Come with me?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 15:10:26 GMT -5
Brimstone turned, nosing a large table in front of the door. "Nice shoulder slam. Follow me. We should get away from the storm. You seem to know this place, why don't you lead the way?" "Right," said Lad agreeingly, complying.
The lanky sighthound slunk under the table, hackles upstanding as the monster that had probabably moved the table appeared: a Beast. The corpse-like animal snarled a provocation, peeling, flaky skin wobbling, and Lad yowled a battle cry in response, tugging it to the ground by the shirt.
But before the whippet even had time to think, the Beast had picked him up roughly by the scruff. It was now manipulating him with its clumsy hands, staring at him with a primeval sort of wonder.
A stream of vile curses issued from Lad's mouth in a strangled howl. He thrashed wildly, tugging harshly at fingers and limbs, but the Beast only clutched him tighter.
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"ι need тнoѕe old people тo wнιѕper мy naмe wнen тнey dιe"
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Post by Невыносимая коммунизм on Oct 23, 2016 17:21:27 GMT -5
Невыносимая коммунизм "Sounds like life treated you well. I had my people two. A family of two elderly. I protected them." She shook her head. "Now they're gone." Going to the food box, she stuck her muzzle into the handle like she had seen her humans done, and shoved open the door. Nosing through what was in the box, she pulled out a bag of room temperature carrots, and pulled out a carton of eggs. She chewed open the papery covering, but flinched away, as a foul scent hit her nose. "I guess eggs don't last very long, huh?" Continuing her process, she shook her head. "Aside from the carrots, there's nothing left." Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "The bathroom! They always kept a huge box of food up there, to feed me with!" She scampered up the stairs, her flag like tail signaling her path. She was scratching at a large box, filled with food. "Help me tip it over."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 17:32:32 GMT -5
Невыносимая коммунизм "Sounds like life treated you well. I had my people two. A family of two elderly. I protected them." She shook her head. "Now they're gone." Going to the food box, she stuck her muzzle into the handle like she had seen her humans done, and shoved open the door. Nosing through what was in the box, she pulled out a bag of room temperature carrots, and pulled out a carton of eggs. She chewed open the papery covering, but flinched away, as a foul scent hit her nose. "I guess eggs don't last very long, huh?" Continuing her process, she shook her head. "Aside from the carrots, there's nothing left." Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "The bathroom! They always kept a huge box of food up there, to feed me with!" She scampered up the stairs, her flag like tail signaling her path. She was scratching at a large box, filled with food. "Help me tip it over." I'm sorry, but how exactly are the People trapped? P.S. The dog plural of "Human" is People, not "Humans". ]
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Post by lozi on Oct 23, 2016 18:07:11 GMT -5
Pandora's gaze grew soft as she looked at the little dog. "hey max... It's ok.. I wont hurt you. You just surprised me. Are you ok?" she asked him kindly,her eyes warm. Her ear flicked as she heard thunder and she sighed. "Hey, I know a place we can take shelter from the storm. Come with me?" I've removed Max, due to the amount of characters that I couldn't control. I had about 8 going on. I also deleted Jackie. I have: Brimstone with Lad (If you want to bring her over so they can recruit her, make sure it is ok with Mongrel.) Parker with April Sato with Lubov, Eva, and Cherry Rhapsody with Woodrow Becca with Amber Edge with Blitz and North (Who I'm probably going to take over to Brimstone and Lad, so the rivalry between North and Brimstone can start.)
Below is North's information, if you'd like to see him. Have Pandora hop in anywhere. I don't think anyone's going to be against you jumping in. There isn't any romance going on, so I don't see a reason why you can't join in.
NORTH - GREYHOUND - PATROLLER
Name: North Age: 1 year Birthday: Wednesday, January 7th Horoscope: Capricorn Gender: M Breed: Greyhound Rank: Patroller Sexual Orientation: (Conflicting Bi) North always thought he was straight, but recently, he's been having some second thoughts about male dogs.
DESCRIPTION Height: 31 inches Weight: 88 pounds Build: North is built for speed, with an aerodynamic, slim body shape. He has a narrow head, long legs, and bulgingly muscular hindquarters. He has a large rib cage, encasing huge lungs, optimal for the most oxygen for sprints. His underbelly starts large with his chest and ribs, and thins towards his hind legs. Scent: Since greyhounds don't have much of a strong doggy scent, his scent must be incredibly recent in order to be detected. However, on his body and recent haunts, he has a tinge of earthiness. The combination of weak scent due to non-oily fur, and earthiness can make him very difficult to detect. Gait: An overall swift, light, trotting movement. Walk: Bouncy and light, medium length strides Run: Hyperextending spine enables longest stride possible, strong paws enable traction and grip, long legs reach forward, and muscular hindquarters propel the thin, aerodynamic body forwards. Altered: No Infertile: No
Appearance: North is a stunning dog, with his elongated muzzle, and rounded, dome-ish skull. His eyes are beautiful, blazing cinammon. His fur is very short, not even an inch grown from his skin, but makes a pattern common to black greyhound known as snowflaking. His muscles are constantly rippling under his thin pelt. North sports an ashy, charcoaly greyed black pelt with white flecks throughout. For a greyhound, he looks incredibly athletic, and muscular, especially in his hindquarters, as his breed will. His neck is thick, tapering into a sleek head and muzzle His ears are the bunched, velvety type that is a standard for greyhounds. His toes have a high bridge, and he has thick, rough pads. His tail is thin, all ashy grey, with a white tip. It is strong, and whip-like when he wags it back and forth.
Personality: North is a young dog, but that doesn't make him cower in front of older, or bigger dogs. He can be very aloof and indifferent, and dismissive to the dogs he doesn't know. However, he can be very affectionate to the dogs that he does know, and will become very protective and attached to them, almost clingy. He can be lazy, and can be prone to striking out to those who tell him what to do. He isn't very quick to trust people, but once he does, he becomes very hurt and vengeful if he finds he misplaced his trust. He has a strong feeling of urgency to feel accepted by the pack, in a way that they respect him, and don't hinder him to his fight for power. He is very ambitious, and independent. He likes a job well done. He can be very quick to anger, and often seems to jump from one emotion to another. He can be angry one moment, and completely calm next. However, don't mistake his calmness, for sometimes it can be the quiet before the storm. Overall, this dog is larger than life, protective and clingy to those he befriends, aloof to those he doesn't, ambitious, and has almost a BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) sort of temperament.
Relationships Lad: Being the ambitious dog that he is, he is looking for him to either cooperate as he fights his way up the ranks, or he will go after him and his Beta himself. Brimstone: He plans to make it into hunting, and despises Brimstone for placing him into the patrolling section, when he so clearly belongs in a hunting position, maybe even hunt captain. He plans to get him back, in either a fight for the place as a Beta, or to shame him by becoming the best hunter. He knows however, that Brimstone wouldn't dare place him any lower than the Watch Captain, appointing him as the first patroller, second in patrolling to the Watch Captain. He has a suspicion that the Beta knows that he (North) could defeat him, so he places him into a low ranking. Woodrow: North is alright with the Patrol Captain, and does his best to show that he has no intent of taking his place. He enjoys talking occasionally with his superior. Woodrow is the only dog that he views as a superior, aside from the Alpha, Beta, and dames and veterans. Hunters: He views himself as an equal to them, and makes sure that they know it. April: He favors April, since she is a mother dog. He is constantly bringing her food and checking in on her.
Habits Prone to nipping smaller dogs, and when they run, he may chase them. When angered with a dog, he will whip them with his long, bony tail. Distinctive Characteristics Large, muscles. Unique snowflake patterning Tallest dog in the pack. (31 in)
~Ɓαттℓє Scαяѕ~
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Post by lozi on Oct 23, 2016 18:14:00 GMT -5
Brimstone turned, nosing a large table in front of the door. "Nice shoulder slam. Follow me. We should get away from the storm. You seem to know this place, why don't you lead the way?" "Right," said Lad agreeingly, complying.
The lanky sighthound slunk under the table, hackles upstanding as the monster that had probabably moved the table appeared: a Beast. The corpse-like animal snarled a provocation, peeling, flaky skin wobbling, and Lad yowled a battle cry in response, tugging it to the ground by the shirt.
But before the whippet even had time to think, the Beast had picked him up roughly by the scruff. It was now manipulating him with its clumsy hands, staring at him with a primeval sort of wonder.
A stream of vile curses issued from Lad's mouth in a strangled howl. He thrashed wildly, tugging harshly at fingers and limbs, but the Beast only clutched him tighter. Despite what Brimstone had thought he had learned from the constant experiences with Lad, he surged forward, shoulder slamming the Beast with such force that it knocked him over. The collision point, the Beast's knees, cracked, and the Beast scream. It flailed, but its legs did not move. Or more importantly, perhaps they couldn't move?
Whatever the crack had been from, it had either shattered his knees, or crippled his leg. Next, Brimtstone went for the wrist that held the whippet. He leapt forwards, landing atop the Beast, and sinking his flesh into the foul skin. He continued to bite, through tough flesh, or was that some sort of vein? Whatever it was, he didn't release, until the hand too, instinctually relaxed. Blood streamed out from the wound, into his mouth. It was foul, and the tang filled his nostrils. His muzzle wrinkled with disgust, and with vindiction, he jerked his head sideways, hearing the telltale crack, that his firm jaws had wrenched the appendage to far, and had therefore destroyed it from function.
Knowing the vengeful dog would want his share, he stepped back, blood dripping from his jaws. He didn't know what this attack would make Lad see, perhaps the dirty way in which he fought? How he went for the joints, and destroyed their function, slowly bringing his adversary to no ability to move? Or maybe Lad would see his instinct to protect others. Whatever he saw in him, he didn't think to think about what impression this would give Lad.
"I'm assuming you would be pleased to have a paw in his demise?"
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 23, 2016 18:24:32 GMT -5
Would have been nice for you to tell me before i waited around forever for your answer)
Pandora padded to the lodge she'd remembered seeing during one of her walks with her human. It would make great shelter from the storm. The large wolf-like dog moved quickly through the forest and made it to the lodge in no time. She smelled the scents of other dogs and approached carefully. "Hello?" she barked.
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 23, 2016 18:28:33 GMT -5
(I replied with Amber)
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 23, 2016 18:30:29 GMT -5
Amber saw another dog outside and quickly opened the door. "Hello!" she barked. "I am Amber, former police officer. Come inside, there's plenty of food, and it's nice and cozy."
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Post by lozi on Oct 23, 2016 18:42:49 GMT -5
In the shadows of midnight, something stirred. A life form that had fallen into a restless sleep. A life form that had seen many horrors, and many joys too. A life form that had been abandoned, beaten, scolded, hated, bitten, loved, praised, and treasured. Intense cinnamon eyes flickered open, and a nose twitched on the end of an elongated snout. It took in the scent of death, the scent of injury, the scent of loss. Out of all of them, the loss bothered him most. The former race dog got to his feet, out of his hibernation. He looked at the dilapidated place he lived in. Tied to a pole by a slip lead, on a ledge over a racing track. A muzzle over his snout, which caused him great ire. Several other dogs had died here, and several beasts as well. But, he was strong. He had slowed his bodily functions to a minimum, and had survived for a while. He know stood with strong muscles, and a chest swelling with life.
He had been abandoned here, to die by the Beasts. He growled, a low sound in his throat. He had misplaced his trust once again. Now he had, but never again. Looking down on the racetrack, dozens of memories flooded into his head.
The loud cheers of the excited crowd filled his head. Meat on a string, ever out of his reach, until he crossed the finish line. Other dogs pounding alongside him. The grit he kicked up, into the other dogs eyes. The winner's circle, where bunches of green paper would be thrown upon him. His proud master would ensure that he picked up every paper from the ground, and shove them into his pocket.
And the words that the crowd cheered. The words that belonged to him. The words that were the same as him. Northern Scourge! Northern Scourge! Northern Scourge!
The lanky dog trotted maneuvered his way out of the collar. It was no trouble, seeing that his head was thinner than his neck, it slid right over his domed head. As for the muzzle, he trotted along the wall for the jagged metal piece that stuck out of the wall. It was supposed to be a convenient spot to hang leashes, but this time it would be what got him out of the muzzle that contained him from biting others. They never could have stopped his tail from lashing out, sharply whipping other dogs however. He would wrap his front legs around their shoulders, ramming them with his muzzle, whipping him with his tail. Those that mocked him, they learned quickly to never again. Those that respected them, were able to escape his disciplining tail.
Sauntering over to the jagged metal piece. Carefully maneuvering his muzzle strap onto the metal, he jerked sharply. The muzzle yanked back, slamming into his nose. He swore violently, with what limited movement his jaws could make. He jerked once more, as hard as his long neck could reach. The muzzle gave in, old leather stretching to the maximum, before snapping.
Stepping out of the darkness of the garaged race track, he found himself upon the hill over the city. It was a couple of miles away, but the height enabled a full view of the destructed city. Northern Scourge, A small voice whispered in his head, slowly growing louder. Northern Scourge. He was not Northern Scourge anymore. North would work fine. He was not a racing dog anymore, nor did he long for it. Instead, he gazed down on the trashed city with an air of contempt, his chest swelling with ambition. He galloped down the hill, not looking back once. There was a whole city out there, waiting for him, all his for the taking. The city would be his.
The hunt was on.
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"ι need тнoѕe old people тo wнιѕper мy naмe wнen тнey dιe"
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Post by Невыносимая коммунизм on Oct 23, 2016 18:42:58 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 19:04:43 GMT -5
"Right," said Lad agreeingly, complying.
The lanky sighthound slunk under the table, hackles upstanding as the monster that had probabably moved the table appeared: a Beast. The corpse-like animal snarled a provocation, peeling, flaky skin wobbling, and Lad yowled a battle cry in response, tugging it to the ground by the shirt.
But before the whippet even had time to think, the Beast had picked him up roughly by the scruff. It was now manipulating him with its clumsy hands, staring at him with a primeval sort of wonder.
A stream of vile curses issued from Lad's mouth in a strangled howl. He thrashed wildly, tugging harshly at fingers and limbs, but the Beast only clutched him tighter. Despite what Brimstone had thought he had learned from the constant experiences with Lad, he surged forward, shoulder slamming the Beast with such force that it knocked him over. The collision point, the Beast's knees, cracked, and the Beast scream. It flailed, but its legs did not move. Or more importantly, perhaps they couldn't move?
Whatever the crack had been from, it had either shattered his knees, or crippled his leg. Next, Brimtstone went for the wrist that held the whippet. He leapt forwards, landing atop the Beast, and sinking his flesh into the foul skin. He continued to bite, through tough flesh, or was that some sort of vein? Whatever it was, he didn't release, until the hand too, instinctually relaxed. Blood streamed out from the wound, into his mouth. It was foul, and the tang filled his nostrils. His muzzle wrinkled with disgust, and with vindiction, he jerked his head sideways, hearing the telltale crack, that his firm jaws had wrenched the appendage to far, and had therefore destroyed it from function.
Knowing the vengeful dog would want his share, he stepped back, blood dripping from his jaws. He didn't know what this attack would make Lad see, perhaps the dirty way in which he fought? How he went for the joints, and destroyed their function, slowly bringing his adversary to no ability to move? Or maybe Lad would see his instinct to protect others. Whatever he saw in him, he didn't think to think about what impression this would give Lad.
"I'm assuming you would be pleased to have a paw in his demise?" Lad need not nod in order to show his agreement; the vindictive way he tore at the Beast's throat was enough to indicate his sheer pleasure.
The Beast issued a last gurgle of agony, a sound that distilled pleasure into the vengeful dog, before its eyes went vacant, never to close again. Its final movement was a jerky, spastic twitch. The scene reminded Lad of an animal's silent pleas as it died, even though he'd hardly ever hunted before his recent meal of a coyote.
The mere notion was enough to give him a feeling of vulnerability and discomfort. Even though he had always hated the People, was he truly prepared to take their place in the hierarchy of the world?
No matter.
As Lad stared blankly at the body of the Beast, he finally came to his senses, and he eased back with a simper of pleasure. He licked his chops instinctually—the caress of the blood on his whiskers seemed to act as a stimulant—but retched at the vile flavor.
Thoughts of Brimstone's righteous act sped through his mind. Perhaps the mongrel was soft beneath the cover of his rock-hard core.
But did Lad truly want to corrupt the other dog? The answer was no. He sensed an alien feeling worming around inside him—compassion, perhaps? Whatever it was, it felt uncomfortable. The sensation it gave him made him feel as though he were settled—overly comfortable.
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Post by lozi on Oct 23, 2016 19:11:11 GMT -5
Despite what Brimstone had thought he had learned from the constant experiences with Lad, he surged forward, shoulder slamming the Beast with such force that it knocked him over. The collision point, the Beast's knees, cracked, and the Beast scream. It flailed, but its legs did not move. Or more importantly, perhaps they couldn't move?
Whatever the crack had been from, it had either shattered his knees, or crippled his leg. Next, Brimtstone went for the wrist that held the whippet. He leapt forwards, landing atop the Beast, and sinking his flesh into the foul skin. He continued to bite, through tough flesh, or was that some sort of vein? Whatever it was, he didn't release, until the hand too, instinctually relaxed. Blood streamed out from the wound, into his mouth. It was foul, and the tang filled his nostrils. His muzzle wrinkled with disgust, and with vindiction, he jerked his head sideways, hearing the telltale crack, that his firm jaws had wrenched the appendage to far, and had therefore destroyed it from function.
Knowing the vengeful dog would want his share, he stepped back, blood dripping from his jaws. He didn't know what this attack would make Lad see, perhaps the dirty way in which he fought? How he went for the joints, and destroyed their function, slowly bringing his adversary to no ability to move? Or maybe Lad would see his instinct to protect others. Whatever he saw in him, he didn't think to think about what impression this would give Lad.
"I'm assuming you would be pleased to have a paw in his demise?" Lad need not nod in order to show his agreement; the vindictive way he tore at the Beast's throat was enough to indicate his sheer pleasure.
The Beast issued a last gurgle of agony, a sound that distilled pleasure into the vengeful dog, before its eyes went vacant, never to close again. Its final movement was a jerky, spastic twitch. The scene reminded Lad of an animal's silent pleas as it died, even though he'd hardly ever hunted before his recent meal of a coyote. The mere notion was enough to give Lad a feeling of vulnerability and discomfort. Even though he had always hated the People, was Lad truly prepared to take their place in the hierarchy of the world?
No matter.
As Lad stared blankly at the body of the Beast, he finally came to his senses, and he eased back with a simper of pleasure. He licked his chops instinctually—the caress of the blood on his whiskers seemed to act as a stimulant—but retched at the vile flavor.
Thoughts of Brimstone's righteous act sped through his mind. Perhaps the mongrel was soft beneath the cover of his rock-hard core.
But did Lad truly want to corrupt him? The answer was no. He sensed an alien feeling worming around inside him—compassion, perhaps? Whatever it was, it felt uncomfortable. The sensation it gave him made him feel as though he were settled—overly comfortable. How horrific!I'm eating dinner right now. I'll get back to you once I'm done. ||
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 19:12:32 GMT -5
Lad need not nod in order to show his agreement; the vindictive way he tore at the Beast's throat was enough to indicate his sheer pleasure.
The Beast issued a last gurgle of agony, a sound that distilled pleasure into the vengeful dog, before its eyes went vacant, never to close again. Its final movement was a jerky, spastic twitch. The scene reminded Lad of an animal's silent pleas as it died, even though he'd hardly ever hunted before his recent meal of a coyote. The mere notion was enough to give Lad a feeling of vulnerability and discomfort. Even though he had always hated the People, was Lad truly prepared to take their place in the hierarchy of the world?
No matter.
As Lad stared blankly at the body of the Beast, he finally came to his senses, and he eased back with a simper of pleasure. He licked his chops instinctually—the caress of the blood on his whiskers seemed to act as a stimulant—but retched at the vile flavor.
Thoughts of Brimstone's righteous act sped through his mind. Perhaps the mongrel was soft beneath the cover of his rock-hard core.
But did Lad truly want to corrupt him? The answer was no. He sensed an alien feeling worming around inside him—compassion, perhaps? Whatever it was, it felt uncomfortable. The sensation it gave him made him feel as though he were settled—overly comfortable. How horrific! I'm eating dinner right now. I'll get back to you once I'm done. || Alright. ]
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 23, 2016 19:21:17 GMT -5
Pandora padded to the lodge she'd remembered seeing during one of her walks with her human. It would make great shelter from the storm. The large wolf-like dog moved quickly through the forest and made it to the lodge in no time. She smelled the scents of other dogs and approached carefully. "Hello?" she barked.
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Post by lozi on Oct 23, 2016 19:26:21 GMT -5
Pandora padded to the lodge she'd remembered seeing during one of her walks with her human. It would make great shelter from the storm. The large wolf-like dog moved quickly through the forest and made it to the lodge in no time. She smelled the scents of other dogs and approached carefully. "Hello?" she barked. As Amber opened the door to the other dog, Becca rushed forwards to take a tentative sniff at the pelt of the dog. She sniffed at her chest, neck, and near her hocks. "Come in, quickly!" She nosed her forward with her haunches, holding the door open with a paw. "Quickly, before it begins to rain on you! The forest is on fire, from the lightning!"
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 23, 2016 19:34:49 GMT -5
Amber saw another dog outside and quickly opened the door. "Hello!" she barked. "I am Amber, former police officer. Come inside, there's plenty of food, and it's nice and cozy."
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Post by lozi on Oct 23, 2016 19:42:04 GMT -5
Brimstone To Lad || Midnight || Abandoned City Building
Despite having a thick coat of fur to protect his internals, Brimstone shuddered. Maybe it was the sound of the growling sky, the stench of death on the human, or just the creeping cold of night.
"Come on, we need to get some rest if we're going to get our motley pack together. I suggest we start tomorrow. Find a strong dog to recruit, and hold him under our paws. We'll bend him to our will, and slowly, take over the city. But first, let me dispose of this Beast."
Grabbing the Beast by a foul stretch of fabric that covered its lifeless body, he dragged it across the floor, and out the door. He didn't stop until he had dragged the Beast out, into the road. He returned, soaking wet, and distanced himself from Lad. It would be explained, as he shook his coat. The dog had taken measures to not soak the dog, not realizing. It just seemed the right thing to do, so he did it.
Gesturing the dog with a sweep of his long tail, he trotted farther into the building, intent on exploring a comfortable place to bed down for the night. Scrounging around the building, he found what he had heard the People call blankets. Gathering them, he took one to make a nest-like bundle upon the ground.
|| What is the building that they are in? @mongrel
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 23, 2016 19:45:02 GMT -5
Pandora rushed inside the place. "Thank you," She said, clearly out of breath, "I saw the fire on my way over here. Do you think we're safe here? It's made out of wood isn't it?" She shook her head and shook the water from her fur- she'd tripped into a shallow pond on her way over- splashing water everywhere.
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 23, 2016 19:48:51 GMT -5
Amber quickly shut the door. "We should be fine, the fire wouldn't make it far with all this rain." The feminine flinched slightly as water landed on her but took no heed. "Help yourself to some bacon and steak."
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 23, 2016 20:03:23 GMT -5
"Thank you. I'm afraid I'm not much of a Hunter." Pandora said with a shy smile. She looked at the other dogs. "I'm Pandora by the way."
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 23, 2016 20:14:11 GMT -5
Amber smiled. "Neither am I. Nice to meet you."
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 23, 2016 20:30:45 GMT -5
Is it ok if i pretend Liberty and Fortissimo are already there?)
Pandora grinned a toothy, wolfy grin, and walked away to gt something to eat. She grabbed a small mouthful of bacon and a steak, not wanting to take too much so the others could have some. She found a small corner- considering her size, it actually wasn't that small but it was out of the way and that was all that mattered to her- and laid down to eat.
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Post by Panthermoon on Oct 23, 2016 20:35:56 GMT -5
As soon as the big bang of lighting had struck the forest and the fire had started, Harper had jolted from her shelter to gaze at it. Her vision was impaired, though, both by the rain and the smogginess of the city. She loped out of the alley and through the streets, her auburn fur now soaked into a reddish brown. Following the scents of other strange dogs, she made her way to the lodge, hoping to get a better view and shelter. Once she came upon the lodge, she sheltered in the doorway for a long moment, observing the glowing forest. The rain was doing nothing to extinguish the fire, she realized, and hoped that it would not spread to the city.
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 23, 2016 20:37:36 GMT -5
(I GTG bye )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 21:41:54 GMT -5
Well, there is a plague . . . An earthquake, not so much. This RP isn't based off of any book. The plot is listed on page 1. ]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 21:45:40 GMT -5
|| What is the building that they are in? @mongrel They are taking shelter in an abandoned insurance agency. The Beast they just encountered probably worked there, and was infected on the job. Just in case there is any confusion, the Beasts are essentially zombies, except they don't eat "clean" humans because all of the humans have died except for them. As I have said before, Beasts are Epidemic survivors, though they still exhibit most of the aftereffects, as seen in the discolored skin and animal-like tendencies. ]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 22:07:10 GMT -5
Brimstone To Lad || Midnight || Abandoned City Building
Despite having a thick coat of fur to protect his internals, Brimstone shuddered. Maybe it was the sound of the growling sky, the stench of death on the human, or just the creeping cold of night.
"Come on, we need to get some rest if we're going to get our motley pack together. I suggest we start tomorrow. Find a strong dog to recruit, and hold him under our paws. We'll bend him to our will, and slowly, take over the city. But first, let me dispose of this Beast."
Grabbing the Beast by a foul stretch of fabric that covered its lifeless body, he dragged it across the floor, and out the door. He didn't stop until he had dragged the Beast out, into the road. He returned, soaking wet, and distanced himself from Lad. It would be explained, as he shook his coat. The dog had taken measures to not soak the dog, not realizing. It just seemed the right thing to do, so he did it.
Gesturing the dog with a sweep of his long tail, he trotted farther into the building, intent on exploring a comfortable place to bed down for the night. Scrounging around the building, he found what he had heard the People call blankets. Gathering them, he took one to make a nest-like bundle upon the ground.
|| What is the building that they are in? @mongrel Lad did not much appreciate the way Brimstone seemed to think he was in charge, but followed nonetheless.
The lanky black dog lingered for a moment, his stomach a hollow knot. Before he could go to sleep, he'd need to eat first.
Lad wormed around the building, on the alert for remaining Beasts. Eventually, a green-carpeted room yielded a white refrigerator. The dog brightened and took his chance, grabbing hold of the handle with some difficulty and tugging the door ajar.
The enigmatic yet fruitful device opened with a sucking noise, a spray of yellow light issuing from the cavernous space within, and Lad seized a greasy paper bag, devouring the contents on the spot. He searched for more, but the only other thing he found was a carton of apple juice, which he was obliged to consume, cardboard and all.
Lad traced his way back to the dogs' makeshift camp and settled on the hard, unwelcoming floor, frigid drafts attacking him from all sides. Uncomfortable, he tried several different sleeping positions, but none seemed to suit the harsh floor. Lad looked at Brimstone, snug on his blankets, with loathing, but dared not curl up alongside the other dog. That would be demeaning to all of the hatred Lad had tried so hard to build atop their relationship.
It's funny how I actually felt for him only a while ago, mused Lad, notwithstanding the horrific drafts that bade him ill will from every possible angle. But that's gone now.
Was it, though?
He sank into a harsh sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 22:18:44 GMT -5
Edge tore at the flesh ravenously, his strong jaws tearing flesh from sinew, and breaking through bones. He didn't acknowledge Blitz while he ate, not out of rudeness. It was clear that he was starving. His stomach expanded, from thin, and barely coating his ribs, to heavy, and swollen with warm flesh. He began to look less skinny as his stomach swelled to hold all the meat. His skin stretched over his ribs. When he finished he flopped onto the ground, sighing. "Well, we're a team now. It's what teams do. They help each other." He grinned, clearly fond of the dog he had met. "I have to say, you did pretty great yourself. I can see why you were a gunner dog. You really had some strategy chasing that deer."
Blitz grinned at the praise, her tail wagging in happiness, "Thanks. My Safeguard and mentor taught me well, you know? I perfected my strategy for years as well." She put the side of her face back on the ground, but kept her eyes on the pit bull who looked much less threatening now that he had a belly full of meat. In fact, he seemed much friendlier. She gazed at her new teammate, happy to have someone to hunt and do stuff with. She sighed and rolled over unto her back, wriggling back and forth to scratch an itch. A clap of thunder startled her and she flipped back unto her slightly swollen stomach. She cocked her head in the direction of the sound, "Was that thunder?" She sniffed the air and noticed that there was a strong scent of rain. Ears going back, she glanced at Edge, "Sounds and smells nasty. I hate to leave the deer, but I think we need to take cover. What do you think?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 22:45:46 GMT -5
April gave a short laugh before following him. She made sure to stay on the path that he had marked out for her, knowing that it was done in her and her pups best interest. Crossing the entry way, the mother dog carefully placed on foot in front of the other and perked her ears. When she was sure that the coast was clear, she entered more confidently into the small store.
It was empty. Dust, piled one or two inches high, covered every surface and the smell of death bombarded her nose. The stench was so horrible that she recoiled and she looked around in search of the thing that was creating great such a smell. Her eyes landed on a rotting arm sticking out from underneath a pile of furniture. Blood, brown and dry, surrounded the limb. April gasped at the sight, "Oh Sseus... He's been crushed." PARKER immediately leapt in front of the dame, blocking him from the sight. "Hey, don't worry, he wouldn't have survived the disease. This may have been a more merciful death than losing his sanity to the disease. You stay here, and try not to look at him. I'll see what I can find."
He went towards the freezers in the back, nosing through the room temperature area. Finding a cold box, he grabbed at the handle, and nosed open the door. A tiny wave of cold hit his thin pelt, and he shivered. The cold box must not have been opened since the disease. That must've meant that what was left of the cold air was contained inside the box. With any luck, it was enough to have some food that didn't spoil.
Jackpot! There was packaged red meat, from what smelled like a cow. He grabbed several of the slightly cooled packs, fitting as much as he could in his wide jaws, and held some with his chin to his chest. Trotting slowly back towards April, Parker muttered around the steaks, "I've got the steaks. Let's find somewhere proper to eat." April tried to keep her back to the crushed man while Parker was away, but even though she was looking at the man, the stench and the very thought of a dead human made her want to vomit. It wasn't like she hadn't seen dead or disease humans before. however there was something about how this man had died that grated on her nerves. Just as she was about to leave the store, Parker returned and she let out a heavy sigh of relief. Her mouth watered at the sight of the steaks, "Great find." She turned her back to him and lead the way out of the store. The clouds were darkening, but April didn't pay attention to the coming thunderstorm. She threw her head over to another building that was cracked and broken, "Let's go over there to eat." She wobbled away to the building, glancing back every so often, "Do you need any help carry the steaks?"
(The building can be the one that Lad and Brimstone are in; that way the meet up will be quicker. )
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