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Post by lozi on Oct 3, 2016 19:45:21 GMT -5
[ seriously!! ehhh. alright. well, i'll probably just re-type noble's and save beau and brae's starters for later. this is frustrating. :/ ] Agghhh. That's so unfortunate. D; ||
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 19:55:48 GMT -5
[ . . . ] noble. to jackson
It wasn't unusual for Noble to wander. His paws carried him a great many places, some familiar and others not so. There was a constant change in scenery always flashing by his face and, though he was excited by it, he never grew attached to any one in particular. Bordering only his first year in life, Noble had known no other way of living. He was a pup on the move and was never bothered by it. He'd no human to guide him and no dog to lead him, no one to tell him otherwise. It was something the caged envied and the lonely loathed. A life on the road, no matter the age was wearing and far more tiring than some realized. Freedom, as the old realize, comes with a price. Noble, being so young, was indifferent to the fact and naive.
He wasn't ignorant nor blind to the change, though. The world was at a turn and he knew it. Seeing as it had no direct influence in his life, however, he'd paid it no bother. The roamers that meandered about the streets were mere obstacles. He'd been chased before and treated this like no other. Besides, avoiding them had become something more of a game than an actual threat. Their pale and sickly complexion startled him - yes - and the smell was off-putting, but they were minor spells that could be remedied by a change in pace or direction. He felt well-suited, indeed, for this new world.
The humans had left on a good day. Sitting at the end of each drive was a small, plastic box of goodies they found no more use for. 'Bad' food and discarded trash which came to serve a better purpose for those less fortunate and more hungry. Noble trotted with near joy down the asphalt of one such community. Eyeing each can he passed, he drew in a deep breath, searching for just the right one to topple over. He'd so many to choose from and all the time in the world to make his decision clear, so he took leisure in a fine stroll.
Coming up on a male beastie, he bent forward onto his forelegs, his rump sticking up in the air. Barking playfully, he bounced around it as it came lunging. As close to one as a dog could get, he laughed and continued dancing around the beast when he heard it. In the distance there was a small cry, a plead for help. Turning toward it, he perked his ears, his tail straight and mind focused. It wasn't till the man's fingers curled into his fur that he broke concentration and turned with a snap. A growl that started in his throat rose quickly to a shrill yelp as he leaped back, the man's grip wretched away in one harsh tug. Backtracking, Noble hit a can hard, rocking it as he sped away from the beast.
Once far enough, Noble slowed his pace and listened again but he didn't have to hear it to know something was wrong. One block down, smoke billowed from a burning house, rising into a thick, black plume. Padding toward it, he stared hard, his nose curing at the wretched smell. He could hear her clearly now and glimpse the figure of a she-dog as she struggled against her ropes. As he started forward, he almost immediately cowered. His head ducked and tail tucked as the heat became almost too intense to pass. Keeping his eyes on the dame, he slunk back, fighting the urge to whimper.
At his first chance, he sped forward in a sudden burst of energy, not heading for the smoldering building but, instead, toward the neighboring house. Pushing hard off the ground, he jumped atop their garbage can and over the wooden fence. It was far too tall to jump, again, on his own so he resorted to pacing alongside the fence's border. "Hey," he called, his voice small. "Hey, are you okay?" The question was redundant but a simple way of establishing contact. Picking his spot, he started digging, pushing the dirt to the back so that he could squeeze through. At his failed attempted, he continued digging quicker, his breath labored with the effort and the surrounding heat.
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Post by lozi on Oct 3, 2016 21:43:22 GMT -5
Jackie had started to viciously maul the metal stake that was imbedded in the ground. Time was running out. The foundations of the house groaned and screamed, begging to be released of the smoldering weight atop it. Jackie couldn't stop the sinking feeling that this was it. She was going to die here, a victim of her once loving Human's cruelty. She gazed at his twisted face, her ears dropping back, pinned to the side of her head. Tail between her legs, she grabbed at a link in the chain, desperately trying to pull. It hurt her teeth, which weren't normally sensitive, but afters days of gradually tugging the stake in hopes to be free had rubbed her gums raw. The frantic tugging did nothing to help her exhausted jaws, but the instinct of survival drove her on. "Hey," It was a little voice, masculine, and calling from what seemed to be the other side of the fence. She turned her head, titled, her dry and swollen tongue hanging out. "Hey, are you ok?" The voice came again, and she saw him, a young Belgian Malinois. "Evidently not." She snapped at him. "My Human has tied me down for the past weeks, and now he's set the house on fire in hopes of-" She broke off. To be truthful, she didn't know what the Human was trying to do. Normally, he was so logical, reasonable, and caring. She shook her head. This wasn't her Human. She refused to accept it. Therefore, it could not be a reality to her. "I- I'm sorry. Please don't go. I really need your help to get out of here." She hated the way her voice ended with a slight whimper at the end, she couldn't help it. She normally didn't like to show weakness, but the puppy-like whimpers just burst out of her throat. As soon as she finished her words, the house gave one last shuddering creak, and the structures gave up. The building collapsed like a house of cards, the Human on the roof letting out a loud, high-pitched shriek, and plummeted with the smoldering shingles. Ashes flew everywhere, embers and flaming bits raining down around the yard. Jackie scampered into her doghouse, cowering, calling out from inside, "Please hurry!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 20:56:24 GMT -5
Hello! I just wanted to drop in and say that my forms are completed. No rush in checking them out, I just wanted to alert you to the fact that they are finished and ready for review. I'm really excited for this Rp and can't wait to get started!)
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☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ
"sunday" // ♐ // enfp // just trying to survive senior year
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Post by ☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ on Oct 5, 2016 19:12:38 GMT -5
[ just finished my application form for Hera. ]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 19:56:22 GMT -5
[ i'm here! just making diner but i'll have a reply posted after. ]
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☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ
"sunday" // ♐ // enfp // just trying to survive senior year
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Post by ☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ on Oct 5, 2016 20:50:23 GMT -5
[ so uh, hi everyone! I've just been accepted and now roleplay Hera, the Hunt Captain. ] [ what's currently going on? I'd love to jump in if I can. ]
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Post by lozi on Oct 5, 2016 20:53:29 GMT -5
Currently, since we've just started, and school just started too, there has been some slow activity. I'm letting everyone go and not being on their backs about activity because IDK what's going in their life away from the screen, so I'm typically lenient, no matter how strict I sound in the rules.
For now, we are pretty much describing their escapes from their current situation. My chars that are open: Parker, a pit bull terrier, he could help free your char if you are in a kennel or something? ||
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 22:53:29 GMT -5
Jackie had started to viciously maul the metal stake that was imbedded in the ground. Time was running out. The foundations of the house groaned and screamed, begging to be released of the smoldering weight atop it. Jackie couldn't stop the sinking feeling that this was it. She was going to die here, a victim of her once loving Human's cruelty. She gazed at his twisted face, her ears dropping back, pinned to the side of her head. Tail between her legs, she grabbed at a link in the chain, desperately trying to pull. It hurt her teeth, which weren't normally sensitive, but afters days of gradually tugging the stake in hopes to be free had rubbed her gums raw. The frantic tugging did nothing to help her exhausted jaws, but the instinct of survival drove her on. "Hey," It was a little voice, masculine, and calling from what seemed to be the other side of the fence. She turned her head, titled, her dry and swollen tongue hanging out. "Hey, are you ok?" The voice came again, and she saw him, a young Belgian Malinois. "Evidently not." She snapped at him. "My Human has tied me down for the past weeks, and now he's set the house on fire in hopes of-" She broke off. To be truthful, she didn't know what the Human was trying to do. Normally, he was so logical, reasonable, and caring. She shook her head. This wasn't her Human. She refused to accept it. Therefore, it could not be a reality to her. "I- I'm sorry. Please don't go. I really need your help to get out of here." She hated the way her voice ended with a slight whimper at the end, she couldn't help it. She normally didn't like to show weakness, but the puppy-like whimpers just burst out of her throat. As soon as she finished her words, the house gave one last shuddering creak, and the structures gave up. The building collapsed like a house of cards, the Human on the roof letting out a loud, high-pitched shriek, and plummeted with the smoldering shingles. Ashes flew everywhere, embers and flaming bits raining down around the yard. Jackie scampered into her doghouse, cowering, calling out from inside, "Please hurry!" [ thanks, battle scars. i know i'm on the OTD forum a bit but replies there are quick and snappy. i've got to use my brain with this one. haha. i'll be on this weekend, though. sorry for the absence and slow replies. ]
noble.to jacksonAt the dame's sharp reply, Noble's ears bent back against his head. His digging, however, never ceased. The dirt felt cool and damp underfoot, soothing the ache in his paws from the burning asphalt he'd run along earlier. The heat from the fire was near scorching, it's flames casting flickering shades of orange and red over the ground. He'd take the time to admire it if not for the looming danger and the panic in the she-dog's voice. "I won't," he replied, attempting another fit under the fence, "promise." His head through now, he looked up at her and winked encouragingly before looking back down. Wriggling vigorously, he drug his body along the ground, whimpering slightly at the tight squeeze. The wooden boards dug into his pelt and pulled at his skin uncomfortably. Shutting his eyes, he pushed his back paws hard into the ground and broke free just as the house gave.
His small frame recoiled almost immediately, pressing itself close to the fence in a cower. Smoke rose like fog over the ground, carrying smoldering embers and ash with it. Regaining some courage from the female's voice, he stumbled forward, his tail tightly tucked and ears practically nonexistent pressed so close to his head. "Okay!" He barked. "Okay." Surveying the scene, he took one look at the stake and whined. "What about your collar?" He offered, peering into her doghouse with utmost caution.
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Post by lozi on Oct 6, 2016 4:19:27 GMT -5
Jackson shook her head, almost sheepishly, now panting heavily from the growing heat. She turned her head slightly, looking at the chain link collar. "Er, my head is too long... We could pull it over my head if you can reach it..." Her words were awkward, as if embarrassed by the fact that her long slim head couldn't properly reach her collar. She came slowly out of the dog house, cowering beside the doghouse, she surveyed the scene. "Oh oh oh!" Her words came out as excited barks, as she pointed her muzzle towards a board. "There's a board out there that I've never been able to open, because I've never been outside without being on a stake. I think it'll work, but see if you can push it aside." She shook her head, knowing she couldn't quite explain it. "It's the 4th board from the corner of the house, and it's had a missing nail for a while. It's got one nail in, and I've seen the neighbor's dog push it to the side to visit me. It uses the nail as an axes. See if you can get that aside..."
She pranced a little, her feet patting the ground excitedly, adrenaline with nothing to do, she began to dig at the stake, dirt flying. She pulled at the stake every so often, but it didn't seem to budge.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 16:25:17 GMT -5
Lad had been voyaging aimlessly all day, and now a faint yet chill breeze was lacing the air. He shuddered with cold and began searching resourcefully for a place to spend the night. He eventually found himself next to the Beast's remains once more, and a revolting idea appeared to him. He hated the idea of eating the flaky skin and bestrewn guts, but instinct seemed to pull him toward the body. He snuffled at it tentatively, but recoiled as he spotted the parasites swarming its reeking body. He scampered away from the decaying remains with the whites of his eyes exposed, and decided never to approach a Beast again, dead or otherwise. He meandered further, and eventually stumbled upon a strange circle in the ground. He felt his stomach swoop as he was suspended in midair, but quickly regained his senses. There wasn't a gaping pit in the ground; he was standing on some sort of lid: there was some sort of hollow capsule beneath. He struggled at the lid for a few moments, scraping it dumbly with his claws, but emerged unsatisfied from the petty battle. He returned to his efforts once again after a brief pause, and the lid eventually gave way to a foul-smelling, cavernous room. A whiff of dog scent smacked Lad's nose, and a tentative growl rose in his throat. Warily, Brimstone sniffed the air, hearing a low growl. His hackles rose, unsure of the size, or temperament of the dog. It smelled sick, like it had recently interacted with one of the Beastly People, but also injured, the familiar metallic tang of blood hitting his nostrils. Just the slightest death or injury scent made his head reel, and he wrinkled his nose. Any addition to the reeking smell, especially this fresh blood scent and sickness, was incapacitating to Brimstone. He let a wary, warning whine escape his throat. He couldn't help but let himself feel hopeful, this could be his escape from the metal cage he lived in. "Show yourself!" He barked, a harsh, commanding sound. "I can smell you there. What are you doing in my territory?" He growled, trying to sound commanding, yet not wanting to drive the dog off. "I can smell your injury. Have you come for help?" Although being an interrogatory statement, he said it as if it was a declarative, his voice not rising at the end like most would do, when asking a question. It was an apprehensive moment. Had he played his cards right, or was he stuck until he died. At least his voice didn't crack while he was speaking, it might have set the dog off to hear weakness in his voice. Whatever it was, this could be his only chance for escape, and he was desperate. He could've come off as cruel with the first introduction, and couldn't risk losing the potential benefactor. "Er- sorry, I should introduce myself. My name is Brimstone, and whether you need help or not, I could use a little help myself."Lad's lip curled on its own accord. “I don't ask strangers for help,” he dismissed, lowering his head through the gaping maw. He fell to the ground in a furry lump, and quickly arranged himself. The lanky Whippet surveyed Brimstone with a critical yet hungry eye. “Hmm. Well. I don't see how you're deserving of my effort, handsome, but you look useful enough.” With one last sharp-eyed analysis, Lad strode toward the cage, each movement neatly calculated, and leaned forward, then recoiled with a suspicious look. “Why should I free you, exactly?” He'd been stupid to assume this cur wouldn't attack him. What if he actually knew how to get out, and was luring him? He surveyed the sleek coat -- and the scars underneath. This dog is either a stray or a fighting dog, he thought. This altered his opinion of the other dog significantly. If they had something in common, it'd be easier to like this other dog.
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Post by lozi on Oct 6, 2016 17:07:28 GMT -5
Brimstone took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled Lad's scent. He smiled a crooked grin, showing off two rows of long canines, and gleaming teeth. It was almost a snarl, the way he pulled his lips back. "Because, if you don't set me free, I'll find another way to get out. And when I do, I'll snap your pathetic neck. If you set me free, I won't kill you and eat you when I get hungry. I might even help you. You pick up a lot of information when you spend your life ripping the throats of other dogs when you're in the arena. Also, you won't have to ask for my help, if you let me out, I'll get that bullet out of ya." His ice blue eye stared into Lad's, intensely, like it were lasering into his mind, stealing all of his thoughts. "Do we have a deal, Speedy?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 18:11:53 GMT -5
Hey guys! Anyone have an open character I could RP with?)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 6, 2016 19:08:54 GMT -5
I'm typing my characters up tomorrow! I promise )
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☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ
"sunday" // ♐ // enfp // just trying to survive senior year
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Post by ☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ on Oct 6, 2016 20:22:40 GMT -5
[ anyone with free characters, feel free to reply to this post. ]
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This was the first time Hera had ever been in the woods.
She imagined her first time exploring the wilderness would be on a much happier day, when she was older, and her body was no longer able to serve the same way it used to. She would belong to a new owner, a regular human, and he would let her play in the green grass and trees and give her the life of a normal dog--the type of life that she had never experienced. Though she longed for that feeling of normality for her whole life, the shepherd greatly disliked the circumstances that lead her to this. Back in the city, about a day's walk or so from where she was now, her handler lay motionless and cold on a street curb. He had been merciful enough to let her off her harness when he knew his time to die had come, and she was grateful.
The shepherd tried not to let her handler's last moments keep haunting her, but it was proving to be difficult. Every time she closed her eyes, she could picture his clouded, vacant eyes gazing up at her, the life that was once in them completely gone. When she slept, she could hear his deep, bitter coughs. Especially now, in this eerily quiet setting, it was almost impossible to forget him; she was entirely alone, with no sounds save the soft thuds of her pawsteps in the rich mulch. Hera had never considered him more than a business partner until yesterday, until that last caring gesture. She was hesitant to use the word 'owner' to describe him, but all the little things he had done to care for her came crashing down after the life ebbed from his eyes.
Shaking her head, she firmly decided to push those thoughts out of her mind. It was filling her with guilt, and regret, thinking of all the possible things she could have done to serve him better. The shepherd sighed, then broke into a steady lope through the forest, letting herself breathe in all the enticing scents and sights as she made her way though. She really had no idea where she was going, but she was certain that something was pulling her in the direction she needed to be. And, she wasn't one to ignore her instincts; they've saved her life on a number of occasions.
After what seemed like a long time to the shepherd, she finally arrived at a break in the trees, and was pleasantly surprised to see buildings and streets. Hera's ears and tail perked up with curiosity and excitement, knowing full well that humans could be inside. She might find someone willing to share their food with her, perhaps even treat her like one of the normal dogs she longed to be. She stepped out of the shade of the trees and slowly made her way to the edge of a small group of buildings, keeping her ears erect, listening for any signs of life.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 22:29:06 GMT -5
April:
When the bottle of intoxicant shattered against the wall beside her, April knew that she had made a horribly dumb decision. Tail tucked in between her legs, she sprinted away from the ailing and insane man that only moments before seemed so kind. He screamed human profanity at her at her momentarily as she fled before breaking out in a fit of wild coughing. The Golden Shepard didn't look back at the man and instead shot straight for the woods, desperate tp get away from the dying Beast that had almost killed her.
April slowed when her paws fit the forest floor and took in a few ragged breaths, "Sseus! That scared me..." Left ear raised, she set her rump down on the cold ground and took in her surroundings. Nothing was familiar. No tree, no rock, nothing. She cursed again. Unfamilar territory. Just what she needed. The dame hummed slightly as she regained her breath, contemplating what she wanted to do.
As her mind wondered, so did her feet. Quickly she found herself back in an urban setting, much like the one that she had been in only minutes before. She took in a deep breath to check for any Beast that might Ben lurking and instead caught the scent of another dog near by. Female. Immediately, April was on red alert.
(Man this stinks! XD I have to go to bed so I'm really tired, but here is a starter.)
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Post by lozi on Oct 7, 2016 4:51:57 GMT -5
April:
When the bottle of intoxicant shattered against the wall beside her, April knew that she had made a horribly dumb decision. Tail tucked in between her legs, she sprinted away from the ailing and insane man that only moments before seemed so kind. He screamed human profanity at her at her momentarily as she fled before breaking out in a fit of wild coughing. The Golden Shepard didn't look back at the man and instead shot straight for the woods, desperate tp get away from the dying Beast that had almost killed her.
April slowed when her paws fit the forest floor and took in a few ragged breaths, "Sseus! That scared me..." Left ear raised, she set her rump down on the cold ground and took in her surroundings. Nothing was familiar. No tree, no rock, nothing. She cursed again. Unfamilar territory. Just what she needed. The dame hummed slightly as she regained her breath, contemplating what she wanted to do.
As her mind wondered, so did her feet. Quickly she found herself back in an urban setting, much like the one that she had been in only minutes before. She took in a deep breath to check for any Beast that might Ben lurking and instead caught the scent of another dog near by. Female. Immediately, April was on red alert.
(Man this stinks! XD I have to go to bed so I'm really tired, but here is a starter.)
[ anyone with free characters, feel free to reply to this post. ]
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This was the first time Hera had ever been in the woods.
She imagined her first time exploring the wilderness would be on a much happier day, when she was older, and her body was no longer able to serve the same way it used to. She would belong to a new owner, a regular human, and he would let her play in the green grass and trees and give her the life of a normal dog--the type of life that she had never experienced. Though she longed for that feeling of normality for her whole life, the shepherd greatly disliked the circumstances that lead her to this. Back in the city, about a day's walk or so from where she was now, her handler lay motionless and cold on a street curb. He had been merciful enough to let her off her harness when he knew his time to die had come, and she was grateful.
The shepherd tried not to let her handler's last moments keep haunting her, but it was proving to be difficult. Every time she closed her eyes, she could picture his clouded, vacant eyes gazing up at her, the life that was once in them completely gone. When she slept, she could hear his deep, bitter coughs. Especially now, in this eerily quiet setting, it was almost impossible to forget him; she was entirely alone, with no sounds save the soft thuds of her pawsteps in the rich mulch. Hera had never considered him more than a business partner until yesterday, until that last caring gesture. She was hesitant to use the word 'owner' to describe him, but all the little things he had done to care for her came crashing down after the life ebbed from his eyes.
Shaking her head, she firmly decided to push those thoughts out of her mind. It was filling her with guilt, and regret, thinking of all the possible things she could have done to serve him better. The shepherd sighed, then broke into a steady lope through the forest, letting herself breathe in all the enticing scents and sights as she made her way though. She really had no idea where she was going, but she was certain that something was pulling her in the direction she needed to be. And, she wasn't one to ignore her instincts; they've saved her life on a number of occasions.
After what seemed like a long time to the shepherd, she finally arrived at a break in the trees, and was pleasantly surprised to see buildings and streets. Hera's ears and tail perked up with curiosity and excitement, knowing full well that humans could be inside. She might find someone willing to share their food with her, perhaps even treat her like one of the normal dogs she longed to be. She stepped out of the shade of the trees and slowly made her way to the edge of a small group of buildings, keeping her ears erect, listening for any signs of life. <><> Parker's ears perked up, scenting two female dogs, one smelled strained, the other tense. Hmm... He hadn't smelled them around here before, so they must be new to the city... Well, if they had never been in the city before, they would need some help to learn their surroundings! He nodded to himself. There was no one better than himself to do the job, he had lived on these streets since he was just a pup. The pitbull terrier swung his egg-shaped head around, his large nose flaring, as he picked up in which direction the scent game strongest. It seemed to be the fresh scent of a larger dog, who had been near a sick human of late. The sick smell was sharp, and discernible even weeks later, even with rains. Surely, the dog might be traumatized, so he should go help him. Trotting cheerily towards the scent, the jet black dog puffed his white splashed chest, and perked up his ears to a friendly position. Of course, he could fight like his breed was bred for, but he wanted to see if she was friendly, first.
Swinging his nose like a radar, he followed the trailing scent. Crouching as he suspected he was coming closer, he saw a large white dog, much bigger than himself. He wasn't intimidated though, as there was always the option of bravely running away in a fight. It was better than being ripped to shreds. He moved upwind of her, so she could scent him, so as to not startle him. He back tracked, all still crouching in the tall grass. However, he was short enough he could probably stand up without her seeing. After backing away a couple feet, he stood up, and started his way back to her, calling out, "Hello, do you need help?"
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☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ
"sunday" // ♐ // enfp // just trying to survive senior year
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Post by ☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ on Oct 7, 2016 20:45:24 GMT -5
Hera had almost forgotten that the possibility of her not being alone in this town was great; he was simply so focused on finding another human that she'd forgotten about mostly everything else. This being said, she jumped slightly at the sudden loud voice that was directly addressing her, taken completely by surprise. She whipped around to face its source after quickly regaining her composure, ears and tail held high in attention. She almost bared her teeth, since she had usually reacted aggressively towards surprises such as this one in the past, but realized after a moment that it was another dog addressing her--that would send the completely wrong message. Instead, she furrowed her brow, curious.
What the shepherd saw made a feeling of unease settle over her: in her previous line of work, seeing an American pit bull terrier usually meant trouble for her. She proceeded towards him through the tall grass carefully, taking light steps, her tail and ears quivering with slight nervousness. She took in his scent as she advanced towards him, trying to pick up nuances of aggression or bad intent, but was relieved to find none. He seemed genuinely curious and willing to help, which made her even more suspicious of him.
When she finally broke through the tall grass, she didn't completely close the gap between the two, stopping at roughly ten feet from the smaller, more muscular dog. Better safe than sorry. You never know exactly what he's thinking.
"Help?" She echoed, cocking her head to the side in slight confusion. "Why would I need help? I'm completely fine."
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Post by lozi on Oct 7, 2016 23:18:07 GMT -5
As the other dog jumped, he winced guiltily. He had tried not to startle her, but this dog seemed to be wary of everything. He hoped he could at least get a word in with the dog, not wanting to make her feel threatened. Slowly, he watched her approach him, with a careful eye.
Parker's ears drooped, observing the other dog's wariness. It was just natural for him to be helpful to other dogs. Of course, there was something different about this dog... She seemed to have experience with his breed, and he noticed his weariness with an air of dejectedness. He looked her over, seeing her tensed muscles, and figured he'd have to be careful unless he wanted to find himself in a fight.
His muzzle wrinkled, his flattened heart-shaped nose twitching while he carefully contemplated the situation he found himself in.
"Well, I hadn't seen you around before, and I figured you could use a tour of the city. However, now that the People are all dead, dogs can get hurt easier by the rubbish they left behind. Also," He shifted his paws in the dust self-consciously, "I'm not the best hunter, if you can't tell by my build. I was hoping you would be willing to work together to take down some fresh meat. If we can't manage that, we could try scrounging around the Italian restaurant?" His ears flopped to the side as he tilted his head, his tongue hanging out as a sign of friendliness, and hunger as he thought about fresh meat. The dog was the picture of hope, as he waited for the big white dog's reply.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 0:53:32 GMT -5
Once she had heard the male dog's voice, April decided to stay hidden. It was simply to dangerous for her -and her pups- to encounter two strange dogs at once, especially with one of them being male. She hurried over to one of the many abandoned cars and crouched behind it, making sure that she was still within ear shot of the conversation between the two dogs. It wasn't her fault that she had just been born naturally nosy. With ears perked and swollen belly resting against the ground, the Golden Shepard mix tried to absorb every word that the two were saying. They seemed friendly enough, the male more so than the female, but it was still just too soon to tell. For all she knew, they could be cannibals that were luring her into their trap. She shuddered at the thought and unconsciously inched away from the car and away from the two dogs.
April stayed there for many more moments. By the sound of it, the one dog seemed almost like a pup while the female seemed more... fierce and rough around the edges. She poked her head around the side of the dull red car so she could get a look at the female and narrowed her eyes at the sight of her white coat and regal stance. The way that she carried herself concerned the mother-to-be. She was too authoritative, too severe. Alpha material. The exact kind of dog she needed to stay away from. April gave a deep breath and stood, ready to dart away and return to safety.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 8, 2016 12:36:58 GMT -5
Posted then yesterday by the way)
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☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ
"sunday" // ♐ // enfp // just trying to survive senior year
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Post by ☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ on Oct 8, 2016 13:05:52 GMT -5
Hera's expression and stance softened slightly upon hearing the smaller dog speak some more as she realized his intentions were actually innocent. In fact, the more he spoke, the more naive he portrayed himself as. Though she knew he was most likely close to her age, the shepherd couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for him; the poor dog couldn't even hunt something with his small size. He truly was harmless, not like the other dogs of his breed that she had come to fear during her previous line of work, and, he really needed her help. Her job had been to help others that needed it, and even if her handler was no longer with her, she would continue to fulfill her obligation.
"A tour would be great, thank you," the shepherd replied back, a tone of friendliness now in her voice. "And, of course I could help you hunt. We won't have to go to that restaurant--real kill is so much better than Human food." She began to step towards him, her tail now lowered in a sign of being at ease. "Why don't you show me around first? Like you said, I haven't been to this area before--"
The larger white dog stopped mid sentence as the wind picked up, carrying a strange scent in their direction. Her large ears perked up again as she sniffed, and, curiously, all she could pick up was a strong scent of warmth and milk: there was an expectant mother dog nearby. Immediately, she put on a concerned look, turning to look at the Bull Terrier once more. "Do you smell that?" She asked him, nodding towards the direction she perceived it coming from. "... There's someone else here."
Hera turned to look more closely in the direction of that scent, and found it coming from a cluster of abandoned cars a good distance away from the two. She nodded towards the terrier, as a gesture for him to follow, and started towards them in a low, careful crouch. Once again, her tail was held rigidly straight, as were her ears, and the fur on her neck bristled with anticipation. Hopefully this mother wasn't one of the fiercely protective types, because the last thing the shepherd wanted at the moment was a fight. That servant mindset of hers was back, and she just wanted to see how this mother-to-be was doing.
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Post by lozi on Oct 8, 2016 13:16:31 GMT -5
Smelling the air, Parker's nostrils flared. "It's a mother dog, it smells like. We have to be careful. She could be aggressive." His ears flattened, and he bared his teeth. He didn't like to be snuck up on, and was dangerous when feeling threatened. His muscles tensed, as he growled loud enough for the dog to hear, "Come out here! We can smell you! If you don't come out, I'll track you down. I won't hurt you, but I don't like being messed with or snuck up on." He shook his pelt. "Oh, who am I kidding?" He muttered to himself. "She must be starving, the poor thing." Calling out to the dog, he made sure his tone was much more friendlier. "Hey, I'm sorry. Normally I'm a little more aggressive when I'm not putting myself into the situation of meeting someone. I promise I won't bite. You must be hungry, and you've got a belly of pups you need to feed. My name's Parker. You can call me Parks for short, if you'd like? We were planning to go hunting, and we could work as a team." Turning back to Hera, he properly introduced himself. "I guess you can tell my name is Parker. I'm oftenly called Parks, or Jet around the city. As soon as our mother-dog comes out, we'll see if she's new to the city. Would you mind sharing the tour?"
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☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ
"sunday" // ♐ // enfp // just trying to survive senior year
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Post by ☀ sᴜɴᴘᴀᴛʜ on Oct 8, 2016 13:39:11 GMT -5
[ gonna wait for Stars to reply before I post again ]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 16:41:56 GMT -5
Brimstone took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled Lad's scent. He smiled a crooked grin, showing off two rows of long canines, and gleaming teeth. It was almost a snarl, the way he pulled his lips back. "Because, if you don't set me free, I'll find another way to get out. And when I do, I'll snap your pathetic neck. If you set me free, I won't kill you and eat you when I get hungry. I might even help you. You pick up a lot of information when you spend your life ripping the throats of other dogs when you're in the arena. Also, you won't have to ask for my help, if you let me out, I'll get that bullet out of ya." His ice blue eye stared into Lad's, intensely, like it were lasering into his mind, stealing all of his thoughts. "Do we have a deal, Speedy?" "Speedy," murmured Lad with a grim smile. "Speedy." His lips curled back. "Call me that again and I'll show you how quick I can rip out a cur's throat." Lad narrowed his bloodshot eyes at the other dog. "The name's Fella. Or whatever. Sseus if I know." He paused for a moment, then made up his mind. "Just call me Lad. That's who I've been thinking of myself as, anyway."
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Post by lozi on Oct 8, 2016 16:53:36 GMT -5
"Yes sir, Lad. Just let me out of this damned cage already, if you wouldn't mind." He gestured towards a lock with his nose. "See if you can get that open. I'll push from the inside."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 17:47:58 GMT -5
April cursed in agitation. Why was she so stupid? Oh course they would have smelled her; she was up wind of them and her scent was blowing straight towards them. Her ears flattened against her head when the female started to advance on her and then the male joined in. She cringed as they started to talk, edging away from the car and tensing her muscles. She didn't like this. There were too many unknown variables in this situation, too many possibilities for something to go wrong. She couldn't risk them hurting her pups if it came to a fight.
April swallowed thickly in response to the male's - no Parker's - voice change. He seemed much friendlier now and maybe even a little worried about her. Hunger was gnawing at her stomach because she hadn't eaten in over a day. Food was hard to locate in the city anymore and she wasn't in any condition to hunt for herself really. Before she could rethink her decision, she stepped out from behind the car slowly. It was becoming cumbersome to walk with her belly in the way but she attempted elegance.
She straightened her spine and raised her tail just a little to give a show of confidence. Her gaze raked across the Parker and the female dog, "What do you want?" It probably wasn't the best question given that they had just stated what they wanted, but it was the best she could do under the current stress.
(Sorry for not replying quicker guys! My family took me out shopping. :/)
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Post by lozi on Oct 8, 2016 17:56:38 GMT -5
Gonna let SunPath reply. ||
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 18:10:35 GMT -5
Okie dokie! )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 0:37:34 GMT -5
"Yes sir, Lad. Just let me out of this damned cage already, if you wouldn't mind." He gestured towards a lock with his nose. "See if you can get that open. I'll push from the inside." Lad tensed, hackles fluffing, at the insubordination, and then stared hollowly at the other dog for a moment, mouth hanging slightly agape, as the words repeated themselves to him: "If you set me free, I won't kill you and eat you when I get hungry." He detested cannibalism, loathed even the notion of it. He remembered that one of his opponents, long ago, had smelled atrocious, as though she had consumed her own kind—repetitiously. Maybe even for sport. And yet she had been unrepentant as she stared him assertively in the eye, displayed her yellow-hued fangs. It was downright abhorrent. Coyotes and foxes, though, were good to eat, if you could stomach the thought of preying on another canid—maybe even wolves, if you were qualified to bring them down, like the huge, heavyset mastiff Lad had once seen pursuing a wolf that had wormed its way out of a zoo. But eating your own kind was terrible, sinful, terrible, sinful— An image of a sleek, black-furred flank materialized—one littered with cavities. Cavities made by teeth. "If you spring at me as soon as you're freed," barbed Lad, recovering, "I'll make sure you regret it." He could sense that the snooty dog believed him weak, frail, given his spindly stature and watery doe-eyes, big, round eyes brimming with ersatz warmth. He was entirely wrong—Lad could maul, savage, like nobody's business, bear his opponents down with his burly chest, snap at the jugular as quick as a bolt. He had more than a dozen victims to prove it, the more stoic of whom had clenched their teeth as though to shield their tongues from the pain, the remainder of whom had begged for mercy, bawled for humility, cried out for empathy. Arabella had thought him as weak as one of those alien-looking "teacup" dogs, the ones that were purchased young, the ones that were spoiled and mollycoddled and toted in posh purses before they died from weakness, died in vain. He wasn't, was the fact, the fact he had always used as a sort of . . . mainspring . . . in life. Yes, he needed a mainspring, something to push him onward, something to supply him with determination, with rambunctiousness, with the feral lust for survival that permeated every living being, the lust that guarded his soul against dogs like this, dogs who thought he was afraid. So what? That didn't make him weak. That didn't make him dependent. That made him purposeful. That made him worthy, it sseused did! He bound his teeth around the lock. The bars jabbed his leathery nose, creating a raw wound, and pressed hard against his tender jaw and muzzle. A thought suddenly occurred to him, and the fog of pain disintegrated: There were a few key rungs, each of which was positioned horizontally—they must hold the structure together. If he tugged one of the rungs forcefully enough, it would give way, and the entire cage would splinter. So he grabbed hold of a rung and pulled, bracing himself for the coming shower of metal. The other dog seemed to have turned hazy, translucent, his peering face only subconsciously evaluated, like a shadow, or a gossamer mist. As he tugged, Lad reminisced. He thought of Rosemary—likely dead—and Jeremy, who was surely dead too. Then he thought of Arabella—please let her be dead, thought Lad with a hollow, inward chuff. He hadn't laughed in a long time—not since he was a puppy, frisking, scampering, somersaulting, yipping and, on occasion, performing blasphemous misdeeds. He wondered vaguely where his siblings were now. The image of the ravaged flank appeared once again to him, and he shivered. The air around him seemed to grow colder, then the metal gave way like tough leather, resisting for a moment and then submitting to his will. A fragment of metal nearly grazed his eye and he gave a hoarse, alarmed scream, yet remained rooted to the ground, splay-legged. At last, the air grew still. "What's the name, dog?" he said.
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