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Post by lozi on Oct 20, 2016 15:20:54 GMT -5
Amber sighed and nodded. "Maybe you're right, but I'm not taking of my uniform, not yet. it will keep my body protected, who knows what's out there, ready to kill?" The feminine looked around. "We should find shelter before it gets dark, we're wide out in the open too, which would make it worse." Amber pulled something out of the bag she was carrying. It was a tactical vest, much like her own. "Here, I brought an extra in case mine got damaged, I think you should have it, it will keep you protected. Go ahead and put it on." she said, laying it at Becca's paws. "Thank you!" Becca clearly seemed pleased that the Guardian Dog would give her such an important part of her past. "I'm ok with wearing this vest, but we've got to remember that we must learn to survive without them some day. The few People that are left are cruel and insane, so we can't look to them to assist us. But you're right. For now, we need shelter. I know of a Lodge at the edge of the city, near the forest. It's warm there, from the time that my master took me with him once. We would be near a food source, and we would have shelter for the night. What do you think?"
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Post by lozi on Oct 20, 2016 15:26:49 GMT -5
Pandora padded out from an she'd been living in. She shook out her thick, white fur and looked around, tilting her ears to hear different directions. She stretched out and decided to go see what she could find to eat. She wandered down the street of the desolate town. Her entire body was on alert as she walked. Liberty slipped through the forest, quiet as the mice she was chasing. Her long slender body moved easily through the foilage and her light brown coat nearly camouflaged her. (Sorry they're short.. I'm not in the best of moods) Max yawned, trotting down the street himself. Things seemed relatively peaceful, despite the foul scent in the air. He sighed, bored by the uneventful day. Of course, things were about to change. The dumpster near him trembled as a cat jumped out, and several glass plates shattered on the streets. Startled, Max yelped, bulleting down the street, his long legs skidding as he rounded the corner. Desperately, he didn't know what had caused such a big noise, but there were glass shards all in his fur, and his tail was so far between his legs that it touched his belly. Not watching where she was going, he slammed into a huge white dog.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 15:31:11 GMT -5
(Has Brimstone replied to Lad?)
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Post by lozi on Oct 20, 2016 16:07:02 GMT -5
No, I'm working on getting replies out. ||
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Post by lozi on Oct 20, 2016 16:31:04 GMT -5
@mongrel Brimstone to Lad Brimstone shook his pelt, trying to hide the reassured glint in his eyes. Truth be told, he had expected Lad to not return, and part of him wished he hadn't. However, he was glad he had returned. He'd need all the help he could get, if he was to carry this out. "Lad, I've got an idea. Safety in numbers, yeah? If we could get all the mutts in the city under our paws, we'll hold power over multiple dogs. We'd keep them under our paws, and find a way to get them to come to us. Slowly, we'll gather followers. As we do, we'll take over more territory in the forest outside the city. The more territory we hold, the more prey we can hold inside our territory. The food in the city won't last forever, and it'll spoil sometime. They'll have to come into our forest if they want food. And if they want food from our forest, they have to join our ranks."
He stepped back, as if to give Lad some space to ponder on what he had just said, and on his plans for power. Lad pondered this for a few seconds. Those dogs would be more hindrance than help, always whining about their lost People, and most would be completely inexperienced in the ways of the independent dog. Then again, a choice few might be of some use doing the filthiest jobs—killing, blackmailing . . . "Okay," conceded Lad with finality. "So long as I'll be choosing where we live." And so long as I'll be in charge, not you, he wanted to add, but held his tongue, for he knew such words would offend the touchy Brimstone. An image of a small building flashed in his mind, its sides rust–red with endurance, its roof caving inward slightly, its sagging contours outlined sharply against the factory warehouse not far behind. It was an insurance agency, and Lad only knew about it because it was not far from the pit in which he had once fought. They'd live there for the time being, scavenging, and when the time came that the rats and spoils no longer satisfied them, the motley pack would move into the forest for good. Lad's eyes tightened as the sound of excited, puppyish yaps erupted in his head. Lad suddenly found himself mourning for the town, even though he hadn't even left it yet. Brim is getting a lot of character development in this post, to his personality. Also, he may give Lad a struggle for power, but I assure you, Lad will come out on top. How, I'm not sure yet... ||
Brimstone couldn't help but wrinkle his muzzle at Lad's haughtiness. However, he knew he could keep the Pack in check. Pack. He liked that word, it seemed like family almost. No! You must remember that you are above them, if you carry through with this idea! Fixing his mindset, his eyes narrowed at having several dogs at his command. He sure hoped that Lad wasn't lying to himself, and telling himself that he would be in charge. Of course, since it was his own idea, he deserved to be at the head, commanding. He surely wouldn't handle being an subordinate to Lad. Especially if it meant that he would become haughty or full of himself.
"Alright Lad, why thank you for agreeing with my plan." His words were sarcastic, and biting. As much as he wanted to, he found it hard to truly befriend this dog. It seemed like he was only in it for his own benefit whether it helped Brimstone or not. He didn't know what he expected, but he had expected being friends with another dog would mean being a little closer than what he had with Lad. Feeling embarrassed by not knowing social cues, he vowed not to let it happen again.
Right Brim, when you are 'friends' with another dog, that doesn't mean that you are sleeping with each other, for company, but for warmth through the night. You don't hunt to help the other get food, you hunt to get food for yourself. A friend is a tool for survival. Remember, if dogs sense you aren't keen to their ways, they will be quick to tear you down. When you make your pack, you must make sure that they not only fear you, but know they must respect you at all times.
When Lad demanded he choose the settling spot, Brimstone assumed that he had a place in mind. "Well, we should at least make sure that the place is still suitable for living in. Why don't you show me to your hideout?" His words cleverly disguised the snideness in his mind, and resentment to the egotistical dog.
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 20, 2016 16:45:45 GMT -5
Amber smiled and flicked her tail dismissively. "It was nothing." The feminine paused before continuing, "Sounds good, lead the way." (I have Honey open )
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Post by lozi on Oct 20, 2016 16:46:37 GMT -5
Rhapsody squealed happily pummeling the smaller dog with her paws, yipping and growling at him all the while. All of a sudden, the dog bolted away, slamming into a wall. She winced as he yelped, wondering what he had been thinking. However, when she saw him tearing at the corpse of a rat, her own belly growled, reminding her of her primal need for food for survival.
She caught herself from saying 'nice', instead choosing her words more carefully. "I've never seen a dog catch a rat like that before..." She could only imagine finding something to eat for herself, and her stomach churned. Not waiting to see if the other dog followed, she turned, to see what prey she could find. If she scrounged around Court Square at the Chinese Restaurants, maybe she could find some mice to eat.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 20, 2016 19:31:32 GMT -5
Pandora padded out from an she'd been living in. She shook out her thick, white fur and looked around, tilting her ears to hear different directions. She stretched out and decided to go see what she could find to eat. She wandered down the street of the desolate town. Her entire body was on alert as she walked. Liberty slipped through the forest, quiet as the mice she was chasing. Her long slender body moved easily through the foilage and her light brown coat nearly camouflaged her. (Sorry they're short.. I'm not in the best of moods)
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"Well whoever you are, you just saved my life. If that isn't being a saint, then I don't know what is!" Cautiously, she approached the other dogs, sniffing their pelts, circling them, seeming to size them up, and see their condition of wear. "Well, Lubov, Cherry, Eva, it seems you've seen about as much wear as I have. This path month hasn't been treating me very well, and I guess it's safe to say that for the three of you two."
When the question was asked, she tapped a paw on the ground. "Well, my People are dead now. So I don't have anywhere to go home to. In fact, this is my home, or what's left in it. If you want, we can go in and see if there's any food in the cold box or drawers, yeah? I'm starving."
Inviting them to follow her with a flick of her round tail, she squeezed through the doggy door. It cracked, clearly not supposed to allow things inside, as the Akita forced her way through, determined to forge a path for her newfound friends.
"Now that we're sticking together, and you've witnessed my story, what's yours?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 21:22:57 GMT -5
Name: Harper Bynames: Harpie (by superiors) Age: 4 years, 7 months Birthday: April 2 Horoscope: Aries Gender: Female Breed: Finnish Spitz Rank: Hunter Sexual Orientation: Bisexual DESCRIPTION Height: 1 foot, 7 inches tall at the shoulder Weight: 27 pounds Build: Slender, fleeting, lithe, strong. Square-like, longer legs than body by a small amount. Scent: Raspberries Gait: loping at a casual pace, tail curled over the hip or arched over back. Walk: Confident, step-sure. Run: Powerful and headstrong, agile Altered: No Infertile: No Mutations: None Deformities: None Appearance: Harper has a double coat, the undercoat being short, soft, and dense, and white. The top coat is golden red, darkening to a deep auburn at her head and back. Her tail and hind legs have more fur, making them look flowy. She has white markings on the tips of her toes and a quarter-sized streak of white on her chest. Her nose and rims of her eyes are black. Her eyes are a beautiful dark brown color as well, and her ears are pointed. Relationships: None so far Offspring: None Habits: While her breed is said to be high-energy and talkative, Harper is not. She contains vast amounts of energy and is comfortable with only letting it be shown when fighting or running. She is open to talking, but uses her voice more when she is howling. She is an independent thinker, and quite stubborn at times. Fortunately, she is very intelligent and is a fast learner. She is aggressive with dogs she doesn’t know well, and is generally good among the pack. She tends to be suspicious of strangers, and makes an amazing fighter with her swift speed and agility. She can, however, be somewhat manipulative and prone to secrets and lying to get what she wants. Distinctive Characteristics: Since her undercoat is white and her top coat is auburn, she appears to be “glowing” or “on fire” in the sunlight. Other: Since birth, Harper lived in a kennel. Usually her breed was bred for sport, but she was born for money. Unfortunately, her owners did not care for her enough to take good care of her and her siblings. Two out of her three siblings died, leaving her and her brother, Leo to fend for themselves in the kennels after their mother died. Luckily, she and her brother were adopted soon after by a family of 3 People. The mother and father were kind to Harper and Leo, but the teenage boy did not appreciate the dogs because of their color. The teenager began drinking once he got into college and when Harper was 3, she watched the teenage boy drunkenly run over Leo. Harper barked and yipped, but was unable to wake the adult People in time to save her brother. He died before the People even got out of bed. When humanity crumbled six months later, Harper ran away to try and make a living on her own before joining the pack. Screen Name: Panthermoon Hex Color: fcad05 Prompt: Nose twitching, wet, tongue dripping, Harper pursued her target. She had scented it out a few paces back, before the giant hole full of water had slowed her down. Her auburn fur was sodden, and her breath came out in heavy pants as she tracked a rabbit. It wouldn't escape her. A rustle to the left. Her body turned in an instant, spine twisting to make an acute turn as the rabbit darted out of the undergrowth. It was scared, Harper could scent it's fear rolling off it in waves. Faster, Faster, she demanded her body to move, closer to the rabbit. Once she had advanced to a close enough range, her upper lip curled back over her fangs. Without hesitance, her water-logged body lurched forwards, maw snapping onto the rabbit's backside. Its' spine was broken with ease, and Harper held it proudly in her mouth as she headed back to base. This application is well-written. However, you might want to try the Joining Page instead: wcrpforums.com/thread/11079/wilderness-joining-page]]
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Post by lozi on Oct 20, 2016 21:38:55 GMT -5
*MorningGlory*I posted a reply to you. ||
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 20, 2016 21:39:59 GMT -5
Can you repost? if I'm on my phone I only skim posts unless I know they're meant for me
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Post by lozi on Oct 20, 2016 21:42:05 GMT -5
Amber smiled and flicked her tail dismissively. "It was nothing." The feminine paused before continuing, "Sounds good, lead the way." (I have Honey open ) I'm adding Honey to the Primary Posts. || Heading South, towards the forest, she trotted briskly, clearly intent on getting business done. "It should be around here." She came around the corner of an alley, and her eyes lit up. Clearly, the lodge was dilapidated, but it would serve its purpose.
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Post by lozi on Oct 20, 2016 21:42:29 GMT -5
Max yawned, trotting down the street himself. Things seemed relatively peaceful, despite the foul scent in the air. He sighed, bored by the uneventful day. Of course, things were about to change. The dumpster near him trembled as a cat jumped out, and several glass plates shattered on the streets. Startled, Max yelped, bulleting down the street, his long legs skidding as he rounded the corner. Desperately, he didn't know what had caused such a big noise, but there were glass shards all in his fur, and his tail was so far between his legs that it touched his belly. Not watching where she was going, he slammed into a huge white dog.
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Post by lozi on Oct 20, 2016 21:44:12 GMT -5
@mongrel Do you want me to announce mornings, and nightfalls in the RP, so people have sense of where they are in time? ||
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Oct 20, 2016 21:46:03 GMT -5
Pandora yelped in surprise and jumped back into a defensive stance. She was certainly not a fighter- she was too caring for that- but that didn't mean she couldn't appear threatening. She growled at the other dog, "Who are you?" Pandora's bi-colored gaze was piercing with dominance. Her golden eye flashed in a challenging way.
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 21, 2016 5:36:28 GMT -5
(Thanks ) Amber looked at the lodge and smiled. It was still in pretty good shape. "That looks like a good shelter to spend a little while in. I will go scout the area to make sure nothing bad is there." The former police officer walk confidently, but quickly around the building, peering in the Windows every so often to check for Beasts and other unwanted creatures. Amber pricked her ears, listening for dangerous sounds, and sniffing around for good measure. All she heard were the birds singing their songs, oblivious to the destruction around them. After making sure absolutely nothing was in there, Amber went back to where Becca was standing. "All clear," she barked. "It does look pretty nice in there. I think you picked a good shelter," she added kindly.
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Post by Panthermoon on Oct 21, 2016 7:13:28 GMT -5
((Hello! ))
Harper trotted through an overgrown alley, dark and dingy. Her auburn fur didn't help her to hide much in the shadows, but it kept her warm in the chilly air. Her pink tongue lolled from her mouth as she padded further down the stone walkway, stopping only when she caught scent of a rat. Disgusting...Probably full of disease. She thought, lifting one of her front paws in recoil from the rodent that emerged from a bush. It squeaked furiously at her for a moment before crossing the path and disappearing into a wide hole in the alley wall. Harper sniffed, then continued on her hunt for decent prey. When she emerged from the alley, she halted to make sure the coast was clear. Making a left, she continued on in search of something to bring to her hiding spot, the lonely, empty place she didn't dare call home.
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 21, 2016 7:16:14 GMT -5
(Pathermoon, they haven't formed the pack yet )
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Post by Panthermoon on Oct 21, 2016 7:21:34 GMT -5
((I'll fix that, thanks. It's been a few months since I've been on forums and the front page got me a little confused haha))
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 7:37:08 GMT -5
@mongrel Do you want me to announce mornings, and nightfalls in the RP, so people have sense of where they are in time? || [yes.]
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Post by lozi on Oct 21, 2016 14:21:49 GMT -5
NIGHT IS FALLING ON THE CITY. YOUR DOGS SHOULD FIND SHELTER, BECAUSE A THUNDERSTORM IS BREWING.... @mongrel is it ok if I announce weather as well?
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 21, 2016 14:24:10 GMT -5
(That's okay Pathermoon, the mods told me. LOL )
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 14:30:01 GMT -5
NIGHT IS FALLING ON THE CITY. YOUR DOGS SHOULD FIND SHELTER, BECAUSE A THUNDERSTORM IS BREWING.... @mongrel is it ok if I announce weather as well? [yes again.]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 14:34:58 GMT -5
Lad pondered this for a few seconds. Those dogs would be more hindrance than help, always whining about their lost People, and most would be completely inexperienced in the ways of the independent dog. Then again, a choice few might be of some use doing the filthiest jobs—killing, blackmailing . . . "Okay," conceded Lad with finality. "So long as I'll be choosing where we live." And so long as I'll be in charge, not you, he wanted to add, but held his tongue, for he knew such words would offend the touchy Brimstone. An image of a small building flashed in his mind, its sides rust–red with endurance, its roof caving inward slightly, its sagging contours outlined sharply against the factory warehouse not far behind. It was an insurance agency, and Lad only knew about it because it was not far from the pit in which he had once fought. They'd live there for the time being, scavenging, and when the time came that the rats and spoils no longer satisfied them, the motley pack would move into the forest for good. Lad's eyes tightened as the sound of excited, puppyish yaps erupted in his head. Lad suddenly found himself mourning for the town, even though he hadn't even left it yet. Brim is getting a lot of character development in this post, to his personality. Also, he may give Lad a struggle for power, but I assure you, Lad will come out on top. How, I'm not sure yet... ||
Brimstone couldn't help but wrinkle his muzzle at Lad's haughtiness. However, he knew he could keep the Pack in check. Pack. He liked that word, it seemed like family almost. No! You must remember that you are above them, if you carry through with this idea! Fixing his mindset, his eyes narrowed at having several dogs at his command. He sure hoped that Lad wasn't lying to himself, and telling himself that he would be in charge. Of course, since it was his own idea, he deserved to be at the head, commanding. He surely wouldn't handle being an subordinate to Lad. Especially if it meant that he would become haughty or full of himself.
"Alright Lad, why thank you for agreeing with my plan." His words were sarcastic, and biting. As much as he wanted to, he found it hard to truly befriend this dog. It seemed like he was only in it for his own benefit whether it helped Brimstone or not. He didn't know what he expected, but he had expected being friends with another dog would mean being a little closer than what he had with Lad. Feeling embarrassed by not knowing social cues, he vowed not to let it happen again.
Right Brim, when you are 'friends' with another dog, that doesn't mean that you are sleeping with each other, for company, but for warmth through the night. You don't hunt to help the other get food, you hunt to get food for yourself. A friend is a tool for survival. Remember, if dogs sense you aren't keen to their ways, they will be quick to tear you down. When you make your pack, you must make sure that they not only fear you, but know they must respect you at all times.
When Lad demanded he choose the settling spot, Brimstone assumed that he had a place in mind. "Well, we should at least make sure that the place is still suitable for living in. Why don't you show me to your hideout?" His words cleverly disguised the snideness in his mind, and resentment to the egotistical dog. "Alright," said Lad, getting up, without even turning his head. He noticed that cloudbanks lay on the outskirts of the sky like observant predators, but shrugged off the speculation and turned his attention to Brimstone. "Follow me." He pushed onward to the north, where a jumbled haze of buildings blocked out the world beyond. He turned once or twice to see if the other dog was following, but hesitated midway each time; he didn't want to run into the stray tree or streetlight.
[BRIEF TIME-SKIP]
He halted in front of a monotonous–looking building, its once–white siding yellowed with exposure to the elements.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 19:44:04 GMT -5
lozi — It only dawned upon me seconds ago that your first "version" of Brimstone, August, was actually August from Ruse Pack. How stupid am I?
I never really used to notice you on the WCF, even though I lurked Survivors Fan Packs constantly. How weird. ]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 23:14:35 GMT -5
I'm sorry guys that I haven't posted much the last couple of days! School has been a beast. I will reply to all of my RP's tomorrow, I promise!)
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Post by Panthermoon on Oct 22, 2016 1:15:54 GMT -5
Harper halted her hunting, lifting her copper head to sniff the air. There was a mix of the scent of damp air- so, incoming rain, and rabbit. She then proceeded onwards, her paws hitting the ground gently as she followed the scent of the rabbit. She had to make a quick right, navigating the town with slight ease. The auburn dog halted close to a trash can, discovering that an elderly rabbit was hiding behind it. Loudly, Harper knocked over the can and sent the rabbit fleeing into her waiting jaws. She killed the old thing with ease, then winced as a cold raindrop hit her nose. She retreated to her makeshift den, a few blocks over, the old rabbit held proudly in her jaws. She finally found her shelter; an overturned, rectangular, large trash can. On the inside was the fur from animals she had killed, like hares and squirrels, to keep her warm. She settled down in her can and began eating the slightly stringy rabbit. It wasn't quite up to par; the meat being old and more jerky-like, but it kept her stomach from rumbling.
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Post by lozi on Oct 22, 2016 7:38:11 GMT -5
I'm so sorry you guys! I haven't been as active as I used to, but I assure you I have a valid reason. School is really chewing me up and spitting me up. I'm on mobile rn so as soon as I get on to a computer, I'll start rolling out some replies. ||
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 12:42:22 GMT -5
Rhapsody squealed happily pummeling the smaller dog with her paws, yipping and growling at him all the while. All of a sudden, the dog bolted away, slamming into a wall. She winced as he yelped, wondering what he had been thinking. However, when she saw him tearing at the corpse of a rat, her own belly growled, reminding her of her primal need for food for survival.
She caught herself from saying 'nice', instead choosing her words more carefully. "I've never seen a dog catch a rat like that before..." She could only imagine finding something to eat for herself, and her stomach churned. Not waiting to see if the other dog followed, she turned, to see what prey she could find. If she scrounged around Court Square at the Chinese restaurants, maybe she could find some mice to eat. Woodrow saw Rhapsody leaving, and, grabbing the pulpy remains of the rat, skittered in her wake.
"Getting food?" he quipped, tail wagging tentatively, as they zigzagged around.
Well, obviously, said a negative voice. She surely isn't going to go buy antiques at Lock, Stock & Barrel.
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