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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 18:38:56 GMT -5
Original PageThe Wilderness is a frightful place. . . .
The world is full of dangers for a once-mollycoddled pet. There may be cruel beasts and a struggle to survive, but these hardships are nothing compared to what Humanity has become: little more than a memory, with few remaining but the horrendous race of the Beast, the Human turned into what could only be described as a zombie. Heartless and sadistic, they turn on the species that was once known as man's best friend...
You are a pampered pet dog, content in every sense of the word. After all, you have People to chaperone and food to eat—what more could you possibly need? You can roll around in the grass and flaunt your collar as well—the emblem of the domesticated animal, a gift so softheartedly given to you by your loving People, which you swore to protect the best you could. But one day when you return indoors after wriggling happily in the backyard, something seems different. Your People are unwell—not only are they greenish, smelly and pale, but they don't cry out in welcome as you approach, nor do they stroke you happily. You know they wouldn't neglect you like that—something is wrong! Bewildered and scared, you inhale their strange scent with the utmost concentration, and once again that terrible scent collides with your nose, stinging your senses— Then you suddenly realize what has happened, and you don't know what to do . . . .
Greetings!
Welcome to The Wilderness, an anthropomorphic dog RP! Here you will navigate a strange, broken world through the eyes of an ownerless dog. The characters seen in The Wilderness express themselves through facial expressions and words, similar to the way in which humans communicate, but they also communicate by means of the nonverbal language seen in their species, the domestic dog. They also possess the common characteristics seen in all dogs: four legs, a tail, and extraordinarily keen senses. For more information, read onward!
It’s the 21st century, and a plague known as the Epidemic has destroyed most of Humanity. Therefore, human intervention has decreased, and some of Earth’s endangered species have been able to return from near extinction. Other animals must teach themselves to survive in the wild. Such is how domestic dogs have learned to live in packs, and survive to pass their bloodlines on through generations. Now that humans are dead, the dogs must learn to band together to survive in the overgrown wasteland that was once a Human conurbation. The roleplay takes place in an abandoned town, surrounded by sparse forest, that becomes overrun with dogs, wildlife, and vegetation. It will follow a loosely dependent band of dogs and their advancement into a wolfish pack.
The city has several different buildings that the dogs inhabit. Their temporary food source resides in the form of the old meat house and butchery. Grocery stores also prove fruitful for food, but less nutritious, and too large a territory to control for a single dog. However, the dogs must quickly learn to hunt before their meat turns spoiled.
One of the larger buildings, a ruined office building serves as cubicles for dens, with dogs in power sleeping on top of the tall cubicles in a room once known as The Manager's Office.
The abandoned underground dogfight tunnels prove a useful place to have deathmatches for power or carry out executions and other penalties.
LGBT+;; LGBT+ is welcome. If you are uncomfortable with that, we suggest you do not join. THERE IS ZERO-TOLERANCE FOR HATEFUL ACTIONS AGAINST LGBT+ CHARACTERS AND MEMBERS, AS WELL AS OTHER MINORITIES.
Accuracy;; This includes realism, and accuracy to the theme of the roleplay. This means that you cannot have a half-cat, half-dog creature, as they are not of the same family classification. Please try to have domestic dog blood in your lineage. It's a city; there are few animals to begin with, much less wolves. Besides, wolf/half-wolf OCs are often too strong than necessary and overrun the packs with their unoriginality. Try to use different breeds and spread out the pack diversity. *NOTE: Large and often dangerous breeds such as Tibetan mastiffs and Czechoslovakian wolfdogs must be approved by a mod prior to use.
Activity;; A lot of work, time, and creativity has been put into this thread. Please be active as much as for courtesy toward the creators than for the sake of fun. It’s no fun to have a character frozen for days upon days. If you are inactive for 3 days, you will be warned. 2 days after your first warning, you will be given a second warning. Warnings will be distributed by PM. If you use mobile or for some reason, cannot access PM, please let us know, and we will post to threads that you actively participate. After 10 days, your character(s) will be removed from the list. Characters of power (Captains, Alphas, Betas) are expected to be more active than normal members. No one liners. Each post must contain at least 15 words.
Literacy;; Please use accurate grammar and punctuation. We understand that some people do not have English as a first language, but your writing must be decipherable. Also, 'text talk' and 'wolfspeak' will not be accepted IC. It can be illegible, which causes problems. Please refrain from using asterisks (*). Preferred narrative would be 3rd Person. PG-13 only romance.
Joining;; From first joining, there will be a 3 character limit. Once you become more active, you will be allowed more characters. However, only make as many characters as you can handle. Characters that are not active will clog the RP, which is unpleasant for everyone. You may only have a certain amount of higher ranking dogs (Alphas, Betas, Medics, Captains, etc.) Please tell us what rank(s) you are planning on making before you make them so you do not have to scrap characters that are not accepted. To be accepted, please include the clawmark on the shoulder in the description if they are any rank but a Recruit. If you are making a Recruit, include the word ‘Purple’ in your other section. Do not make perfect characters. Try to incorporate weaknesses and flaws. If you need help making a character, consult this link: Making RP Characters When new people join, please strive to include them in the conversation and RPing! It is important that everyone feels included and accepted here.
Relationships;; Do not RP your own character's mate. Try to let relationships develop rather than join in with them. Doing so dims the spontaneity and creativity of the RP.
The -ings;; No godmodding, spotlighting, powerplaying, or having Mary Sues/Gary Stus. It is boring and unpleasant.
Plots;; Feel free to make your own minor plots (non-dog attacks, relationships, etc.) or even suggest a major plot! However, please do not constantly make your character the center of the universe. If a battle is happening, you cannot teleport to the battle to get in on the action. (Ie: ‘Blahvoice hears Uglyface yelling, and rushes over, killing the badger.’ ← STOP THIS RIGHT NOW, YOU TELEPORTING, GODMODDING, SPOTLIGHTING MARY SUE.)
RANKINGS;; Characters are ranked according to position in the list. Even within sub-ranks, such as hunters, the higher up the list you are, the higher in rank you are. If a character gains a higher power of position, you must wait one week (real time) before challenging them. Please ask before challenging a character. They have the right to decline, as some of them have come early to claim these ranks. Sadly, Alpha and Beta are unchallengeable if lozi or @mongrel are filling that space. We need to have some kind of control on the RP. We apologize for the inconvenience, therefore making several other respectable ranks. Mates will be chosen within the RP. The higher the rank, the higher the chance of winning will be. (Winner will be chosen by dice roll, unless you are willing to lose.) The following advantages are as follows:
Alpha/Beta vs. Any: +3 Any of the Captains Vs. Inferiors: +2 Hunters, Sentinels vs. Inferiors: + 1 Patrollers: +0
Any ranks unlisted are not challengeable, and may not challenge others.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 19:04:50 GMT -5
Punishments:
Execution: Execution is basically a formal way of dying, as opposed to the 'regular' death penalty. The Alphas are always the overseer of executions, and will traditionally carry out the execution itself. Besides that fact, ways of execution differ greatly, from a slash or bite to the neck to more . . . creative methods.
Exile: The exile penalty is rarely put into effect, in that it is more effective (and more entertaining) to kill a wrongdoer instead. When it does occur, however, it is simple and efficient.
Death: This penalty is exactly what it sounds like: slow, agonizing, gruesome death, quick and simple. Like the formal execution penalty, the immediate death penalty can be put into effect in various ways. This penalty is reserved for the worst of criminals — criminals so vile they do not deserve proper execution.
Mutilation: This penalty is pretty much what it sounds like: the criminal is maimed. This can be anything from a throat bite to a limb injury. If he or she doesn't immediately die, the criminal is either exiled or demoted to a very lowly status.
Minor to Major Wounds: These will typically be inflicted by the Beta. Anything from a bite to a scratch that is not fatal falls under this category.
Other Penalties: Since the Alpha's word is law, if he or she sentences a wrongdoer to a punishment unseen here, the rest of the pack must go along with it. These penalties could be anything, from imprisonment to self-inflicted death.
Lad's Word
Hey, morons. It’s Lad, leader of this motley gang of mavericks. I have several things to say, all of which are important, so if you want to survive around here, pay close attention.
Firstly, I must warn you that people are to be avoided. I will not tolerate anyone interacting with a Human, regardless of how friendly they seem. If you stray too close to a Human by accident, or are ignorant enough to deliberately interact with them, they might seem docile and friendly at first, but it is likely they will eventually kill you for some selfish gain—a bet, for example, the dolts—or, if not, food or clothing. If you emerge from contact with a Human alive, I will see to it that the intended killing is righted by means of my own wrath.
As you probably gathered, People nowadays—Beasts, as we call them—are filthy, diseased creatures, crazed, abysmal miscreants, nothing like the civilized Safeguarded we once knew. I will not tolerate any affection or empathy toward these Beasts, nor will I allow anyone to mention them—or the old kind of People, either, for that matter—unless discussing official matters. It is also simply foolish, downright idiotic, to pine for the wholesome lifestyle we’re all familiar with—the Safeguarded are gone, and that’s all there is to it.
If a Human is near you and you’re alone, disregard your pride and run away from them—do not lead them into the territory, obviously; take a complex path, one that leads away from the territory, so as to confuse them. If a Human wanders too close to the perimeters, or even goes so far as to cross them, and you have knowledge of it, notify me immediately. I want the Assassins to eliminate them and the Decontaminators to dispose of the carcass that remains. This rule is to be followed; if you don’t notify me of nearby Beasts, you risk endangering the entire pack—and, in addition, you also risk excruciating pain—pain inflicted by none other than Lad, your "honorable" leader.
Speaking of pain, I must warn you that deserters are not only disfavored—they are despised, loathed, abhorred. Desertion, an immoral, ignoble, repulsive deed, will not be tolerated. Deserters will be killed as soon as they are found—or, if the loyal of us are lucky, sighted—thus, I admonish you to remain loyal to this pack, and this pack alone—or else. You may socialize with Nomads such as Traders—they hardly know how to keep a friendship anyway—but you may not become too attached to them, because that will distract you from the pack, an error that will surefire result in punishment.
Another warning: I am to be obeyed unquestioningly, as is Sweet Cheeks—ahem, I mean, Brimstone. We’re the ones in charge, not you motley bunch of lapdogs. If you feel that you need gimcrack laws rather than the mere word of your leaders, that’s tough. If you think you’re up for the position of leader, you may go ahead and challenge me, but I promise you you’ll regret it; the same thing goes for Brimstone: I’m almost certain you’ll have the decency to feel regret for your insubordination when you’re lying on the ground covered in your own blood and tears.
I also must remind you that this pack is all about respect: show some—and exert dominance on your inferiors when necessary. The hierarchy is one of the many things that binds us together, so reinforce it—it’s for the greater good. If I see anyone sympathizing with their inferiors, I will give them a good bite on the foot so that they are reminded not to empathize with each painful step. Once all of you get the hang of the callousness needed for survival, I hope you will enjoy flaunting your status just as I so obviously do.
Speaking of callousness, I must remind you all that only the worthiest may survive in this pack. We may be caring and upright, to an extent (and a very small one, at that), but we are also ruthless and unforgiving. Everyone except those incapable of hunting—Matriarchs, Pups, Elders, the like—must feed themselves by means of individualistic hunting, hunting that only involves oneself and only benefits one’s own wellbeing—hunting that is not related to the pack. This is my special little way of ensuring that everyone in this pack is fit to survive, and a foolproof way at that.
On another note, pups are to be treated with the utmost compassion; the same goes for their dams. This measure is to be taken in order to ensure safety for both pup and mother. If we do not strive to create the optimum environment for expectant and nursing females and their pups, we will have no generations to success us—and, essentially, no successors means no pack. Surprised to see me so caring? I sure as hell am too.
Well, I suppose that's all I have to say—for now.
The worst of wishes,
Lad
Traditional Activities:
GLADIATOR FIGHTING In Gladiator Fighting, or Fighting for short, one dog will challenge the other to a Fight or another dog will pit them against one another. This fight must be fought in a moderately civil fashion, at a minimum, and both dogs must consent before the fight begins unless the Alpha denies this consent. Killing is not permitted,. The dismembering of eyes is not permitted. The dismembering of tails is not permitted, as tails are vital for the conveying of nonverbal messages, a significant part of the body language that comes naturally to us. The dismembering of entire ears is prohibited (you may tear off small portions of the ear, however.) You may not tear off entire limbs, although it is legal to tear off small body parts such as footpads and claws. Otherwise, you may injure your opponent in any way you please. *NOTE: The aforementioned rules only apply to Ruin Dweller versus Ruin Dweller fights. Harry or Outsider fights are anything but civil. The fight will take place in the Arena, a large, roped-off area. You will be led to this area by the Beta. You are not permitted to speak to the Beta as he or she leads you to the Arena, nor will you be allowed to speak with your opponent as you combat. The Alpha will referee the Fight and name the victor. The winner of the Fight will be rewarded with an abundance of gifts, and he or she will also be able to eat directly after the Alpha and Beta for six days. On the first day, there will be a feast held in his or her honor.
RACING Racing is when two dogs run at high speeds toward a particular finishing point. The purpose of Racing is to determine which dog is faster. You may not trip or manipulate your opponent in any fashion during the span of the race. You also must both stay far apart from one another and remain refined to a particular side of the Racing Grounds for the entirety of the Race. A chosen referee will be there to name the victor; he or she will also call the racers to a halt if either breaks a rule. The victor of the race will receive an abundance of gifts in return for his or her victory, and a communal race will be held in his or her honor on the first day. He or she will also be able to eat directly after the Alpha and Beta for six days.
SWIMMING Swimming is when two dogs try to outswim each other. The winner of the Swim is the dog who reaches the finishing point first. As is with any competitive match, a chosen referee will examine the competitors closely as they compete. The winner will be rewarded with an abundance of gifts and praise for his or her feat. He or she will also eat directly after the Alpha and Beta for six days. On the first day, a communal Swim will be held in his or her honor. The dogs will frolic in the lake, then come out to hunt and congregate.
GAMBLING Gambling is when two or more dogs bet a quantity of riches or other valuable objects on the winner of a competition. If both consent to the item(s) in the bet, then the bet will commence. The winner of the bet will receive whichever items were bet, while the loser will simply go about their day with less valuables than they had before.
MANDATORY READING
Rankings (From Highest to Lowest)
TIER 1: The Powerful
THE SUPERIOR: Alpha [0/2] The Alpha is one of the more well known ranks, and is the main leader of the pack. The Alphas can be either a mated pair or an individualistic ruler; either way, their commands are to be followed.
THE FORMIDABLE: BETA [0/2] The Betas are typically mates, like the Alphas, and are only subordinate to the Alpha(s). They help to advise the Alpha in times of difficulty, and take charge when both they Alphas are away.
TIER 2: The Aristocracy
THE VETERANS: Elders [0/5] Veterans are typically dogs of old age and therefore will be taken care of until death.
THE QUEENS: Matriarchs [0/3] and Pups [0/9] For the time being that females are expecting, birthing, or nursing pups, they are called Matriarchs. They are treated with extra care and comfort to ensure healthy pups and a safe birthing. Pups are kept healthy, and treated kindly. All dogs are advised to treat the Matriarchs and Pups with care and gentleness — if they don't, they'll have the law to answer to. Pups are weaned at 4 weeks, and they are ready to take on Apprenticeship at 8 moons of age.
TIER 3: The Strong
THE APEX PREDATOR: Hunt Captain [0/1] The Hunt Captain is the commander of the Hunters. One of his most important duties is to assign Hunters particular positions within the Phalanx. He also decides where the Hunting Phalanx will voyage and chooses which prey they will pursue. He is the immediate inferior of the Alpha and Beta if they choose to accompany the Hunters on a voyage. If this does occur, the Alpha may temporarily assume the Hunt Captain’s duties for the span of the hunt, in that it is his right as leader, but it is not compulsory that he do this. The Hunt Captain is appointed by skill and seniority.
THE MEDICS: Healers [0/2] The medics are the unsung nurses and doctors of the sick and wounded. They tend to dams during birthing and take care of the Elders. The Healers each can treat minor conditions, but one majors in illnesses, while the other majors in major wounds. The Medics can also serve dually as mediums and spiritual healers, although a medium is considered a rare occurrence and is thus treated with the utmost respect.
THE GARBAGE MEN: Decontaminators [0/6]
The Decontaminators are the ones to dispose of dead Beasts and other dangerous matter. They are the quickest to die, as the disposal of Beasts, ethereal beings laden with bacteria and parasites, is hard and risky work.
THE WATCHMAN: Watch Captain [0/1] The Watch Captain is the commander of the Sentinels. This dog is appointed.
THE TERRITORIAL: Patrol Captain [0/1] The Patrol Captain is the commander of the Patrollers. He roams the boundaries with the Patrollers, but serves them not as an equal, but as a superior. This dog is appointed.
TIER 4: The Average
THE PREDATORY: Hunters The Hunters are the pack's loving providers. Their compassion is limitless, and they are always willing to take risks in order to nourish the pack. The Hunters have enormous prey drives, which, unfortunately, can cause many to generalize them as murderers. They typically start as Patrollers and fight their way up. If they lose a challenge from a lower rank, they must take the present rank of the victor.
THE WATCHMEN: Sentinels The Sentinel leads a more lonely life, seeing that they sleep during the day, and keep watch over the night. They assure safety of the camp during the night. Sleeping through the night is strictly prohibited and is punished per pack law. These dogs are appointed.
THE SCOUTS: Patrollers The Patrollers keep the territory safe from any outside threats, and take care of threats inside of the territory, such as outsiders or dangerous animals. To move up in rank, they must fight a Hunter. If they win, they will take the place of the Hunter, and the Hunter will be demoted to their former spot.
THE UNLEARNED: Apprentices [0/5] and Healing Apprentices [0/2] The Apprentices are trained by multiple mentors of various ranks in an effort to give them a large array of skills. They graduate when the Alpha sees fit, then they become a Patroller. From there, they must fight their way through the ranks.
Healing Apprentices are trained by all of the Healers in a combined effort to teach them how to treat minor conditions, but one learns one major from the specialist, while the other learns the latter.
TIER 5: The Accepted
THE ACCEPTED: Initiates [0/7] Initiates are Recruits who have been deemed useful by the Alpha. Initiates must undergo a number of cruel trials created by the Leader(s) in order to become official members. When Initiates become official members, they become Patrollers.
Tier 6: The Untrustworthy
THE UNFAMILIARS: Recruits [0/7] These dogs are not born into the pack, with a tendency to be former Outsiders. They will remain Recruits until it has been determined whether they are worthy of pack comradeship. If the Alpha believes them worthy, they will be ranked Initiates. From there, it is a long and catastrophic road.
THE DOORMAT: Dredge [0/1] The Dredge is a punching bag and a scullion. He or she may have committed a crime, have a crippling injury, or come from a shameful lineage. In some cases, the Dredge might simply be 'weird' or hermitlike to the other dogs, and thus is made a Dredge. These dogs are the bottom of the bottom, inferior to every single rank. They are subject to the rage of their superiors, and must obey every command given to them or face certain punishment.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 19:56:37 GMT -5
OPEN RANKS
Yellow = Tier 1 Scarlet = Tier 2 Light Green = Tier 3 Dark Green = Tier 4 Blue = Tier 5 Red = Tier 6 Black = Unavailable
Alpha—1/1 (Lad)
Beta—1/1 (Brimstone)
Champion—0/1
Elders—0/5
Matriarchs—1/3 (April) *NOTE: We already have 1 Matriarch right now. The rest must be upgraded to said position when the pack starts.
Pups—0/9 *NOTE: As April will be having a litter soon, this rank is currently on pause. Please be patient and wait until a litter is born, then you may claim a pup.
Healer (Wounds)—1/1 (Pandora)
Healer (Illnesses)—0/1
Decontaminators—0/6
Hunt Captain—0/1
Watch Captain—0/1
Patrol Captain—1/1 (Woodrow)
Hunters—4/? (Blitz, Harper, Liberty)
Sentinels—2/? (Parker)
Patrollers—4/? (North, Sato, Fortissimo)
Healing Apprentices (Wound Major and Illness Major)—0/2 *NOTE: This rank is not to be occupied until a litter of pack pups has been born. Dogs must be born into the pack in order to be Apprentices.
Apprentices—0/5 *NOTE: This rank is not to be occupied until a litter of pack pups has been born. Dogs must be born into the pack in order to be Apprentices.
Initiates—1/7 (Becker) *NOTE: Initiates will be initiated after the original dogs group together. This is why they have been dubbed 'Initiates'. They will start off as Recruits first.
Recruits—1/7 (Edge) *NOTE: Recruits will show up after the original dogs group together. This is why they have been dubbed 'Recruits'.
Dredge—1/1 (Rhapsody)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 20:29:46 GMT -5
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@mongrel || Mon, Mongie || Active, Admin || #ffdb1c
lozi || Bayley, Gayle, Battle || Active, Admin || Brimstone, North, Parker, Sato, Becker, Edge, Rhapsody || #6DC978
*MorningGlory* || Glory || Active || Pandora, Liberty, Fortissimo || #3B115F
Stormheart || Storm, Stormie, Stormy, or Stormheart || Active || Amber, Thunder, Honey || #9E53C9
Panthermoon || N/A || Active || Harper || #fcad05
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 20:40:42 GMT -5
The Epidemic—The Epidemic is the fatal disease that annihilated the Safeguarded and created the Beasts. This disease is the main event of the story, and is what gave rise to the plotline of The Wilderness to begin with. It is unknown how the Epidemic came to be, but few dogs dare study the Beasts for fear of being attacked or contracting illnesses/parasites.
The Ruin Dwellers—a pack of former pets that now lurk the Human-free conurbation (not to be confused with Ruin Dwellers, the plural form of Ruin Dweller)
Ruin Dweller—a term used to denote an individual member or members of The Ruin Dwellers
Human—singular form of People (not to be confused with Person, which is not an existent word in the dog language)
People—plural form of Human (not to be confused with Humans, a word that does not exist in the dog language)
The Safeguarded—The Safeguarded is the collective name for the innumerable amount of People that were once loved and guarded by dogs. Dogs lovingly referred to the Safeguarded they took care of as "their" Safeguarded. Note that a capital "T" distinguishes The Safeguarded from any similar wordings that may occur.
Safeguarded—singular form of The Safeguarded. This term may also be used in referral to particular Safeguarded.
Beast—a Human that somehow survived the epidemic yet still exhibits some of its aftereffects. Beasts are discolored, sickly, and parasite-ridden, and they often cough and vomit continuously. Their teeth and gums are blackened from disease, their clothes are filthy and bedraggled, and their hair is sparse, gray and wispy. They are hardly self-aware, and almost verge insentience. The only things they do are eat, drink, gamble, and, on occasion, pursue any moving object that attracts their attention. They have strangely animal-like prey drives, and thus the dogs try to avoid them. Beasts cannot reproduce, fortunately, which, thankfully, may lead to a dwindle in population at some point. Beasts are often seen hacking, vomiting, stumbling, or drinking the Intoxicator (see Intoxicator below.)
Woman—a term used to denote a female dog, particularly an adult one; the term ‘female’ may also be used
Gentlewoman—a term used to denote a female dog of high rank or high social standing Lady, lass, dame, broad, gal, all the like—see ‘Woman’
Girl—a term used to denote a female dog, particularly a young one; the terms ‘female pup’ and ‘young female’ may also be used
Man—a term used to denote a male dog, particularly an adult one; the term ‘male’ may also be used
Gentleman—a term used to denote a male dog of high rank or high social standing Chap, bloke, dude, guy, fella, lad, all the like—see ‘Man’
Boy—a term used to denote a male dog, particularly a young one; the terms ‘male pup’ and ‘young male’ may also be used
-man or –woman (suffix): a suffix attached to a word in order to denote a particular gender
Nomad—a nomadic, solitary dog who has an interrelationship with the pack and has been permitted by the Alpha to trade with or sell to the pack. Nomads are not permitted to hunt or camp within the territory, however, and may only eat or camp on the grounds if the Alpha has expressly offered them the aforementioned privileges.
Trader—a type of Nomad who trades or barters valuables or otherwise appealing objects
Furrier—a Nomadic craftsman or -woman who captures animals, skins them, and sells the furs
Tanner—a type of Nomad who produces leather from the skins of animals. Leather is traditionally sold to Clothiers and everyday consumers.
Jeweler—a type of Nomad who sells precious stones or metals to Traders, industrialists or everyday consumers
Smith—a Nomadic craftsman or -woman who crafts objects from metal
Armorer—a Smith who specializes particularly in armor and/or weaponry, and may not only craft armor and weaponry, but also repair it.
Clothier—a Nomadic maker of cloth or clothing
Outsider—a dog not allied or interlinked with any pack or organization
Sister Pack—a neighboring or otherwise familiar pack that the Ruin Dwellers might ally themselves with in times of hardship or battle. The Sister Packs and The Ruin Dwellers are otherwise quite neutral, and tend to avoid one another outside of the aforementioned times.
Harry—a gang of criminals, troublemakers or rebels, with Outsiders typically constituting the entirety of the group. The main goal of a Harry is to stir up trouble, which is exactly what these miscreant bands do. These motley gangs average about 5-7 dogs per group, and are nicknamed ‘Harries’ because of the way they relentlessly pester their larger and more organized counterparts.
The Intoxicator—the Intoxicator is a substance that the Beasts seem to be addicted to. Not much is known about the Intoxicator, except that it seems to make the Beasts ditzy, which can allow for some lucky escapes at times.
Dogfighting—Dogfighting is a sport favored by the Beasts. In Dogfighting, Beasts pit two chosen dogs against one another and force them to fight. The victor is placed in yet another dog fight upon winning. The Beasts seem to find pleasure in this insane practice for some cruel reason.
“Sseus!”—an exclamation denoting any of the many negative emotions (e.g. resentment or annoyance)
Derived from Latin Οδυσσευς (Odysseus), which is derived from Greek odussaō = 'I hate, I am angry'
Pronunciation: SEE-us
Example: “Sseus, we’ve been seeing a lot of Harries lately.”
Related Forms: Sseused (Those sseused idiots!”)
“Achos!”—an exclamation denoting sudden pain, shock, anger, or frustration
Derived from Greek αχος (achos) = 'pain, distress'
Pronunciation: EY-chos (Long O)
Example: “Achos! My claw snagged on a stupid vine!”
“Thjost!”—an exclamation denoting fury or rage
Derived from Germanic name element þjóstr = 'anger', 'fury', ‘violence’
Pronunciation: ThJOST (Short O)
Example: “Thjost, I ought to kill that mischief-making little cur!”
“Komuot!”—an exclamation denoting disbelief
Combination of Japanese ko = 'child' and Old High German muot = ‘anger’, ‘wrath’
Pronunciation: KO-mew-ot (First O: Long; Second O: Short)
Meaning: “Wrath’s child”
Example: “Komuot! Is what you said really true?”
Common Phrases:“Lapdog!”—an insult conveying that one is still a mollycoddled pet who pines for his People, despite having learned they are dead.
“Pet!”—see “Lapdog.”
“Rotbrain!”—an insult conveying that one’s brain has rotted, ergo denoting that one is dumb or imbecilic. “Rothead” is also used.
“Cur!”—an insult denoting that one is a wild, unrefined beast.
“Commandhound!”—an insult denoting that one is a lowly servant to the People, even though the only People left are the Beasts.
“Slavejaw!”—an insult denoting that one is a fighting dog who has been pitted against another fighting dog for the pleasure of People—more specifically, Beasts.
“Magpie-smart”—a compliment denoting that one is as intelligent as a magpie. “Raven-smart” is also used.
PREY:
Horse (Domesticated) (Slightly less common; advanced-level prey) WARNING: DO NOT PURSUE THE HORSE SOLITARILY. YOU WILL LIKELY BE MAIMED OR KILLED.
Pony (Domesticated) See "horse" ↑
White-tailed Deer (a.k.a. the whitetail) (Common; intermediate-level prey) WARNING: IF PURSUING THE WHITETAIL ALONE, TAKE THE UTMOST CAUTION. DISCRETION IS ADVISED. HORNED VARIANTS ARE TO BE PURSUED WITH THE UTMOST CAUTION.
Cow (Domesticated) (Common; advanced-level prey) WARNING: COWS ARE LARGE, DANGEROUS ANIMALS. THEY ARE TO BE HUNTED WITH THE UTMOST CAUTION, HORNED VARIANTS, IN PARTICULAR.
Donkey (Domesticated) (Slightly less common; advanced-level prey) WARNING: DONKEYS ARE LARGE, DANGEROUS ANIMALS. PURSUE DONKEYS WITH THE UTMOST CAUTION.
Mule/Hinny (Domesticated) See "donkey" ↑
Camel (Domesticated) (Uncommon, and rarely hunted for fear of injury; advanced-level prey) WARNING: CAMELS ARE VERY DANGEROUS ANIMALS. THEY ARE VERY RISKY PREY AND ARE TO BE AVOIDED BY ALL BUT VERY SKILLED PROFESSIONALS.
Llama (Domesticated) (Slightly less common; intermediate-level prey) WARNING: LLAMAS ARE LARGE, DANGEROUS ANIMALS.
Alpaca (Domesticated) See "llama" ↑
Pig (Domesticated) (Common; intermediate-level prey) WARNING: LARGER PIGS CAN BE POWERFUL OPPONENTS.
Sheep (Domesticated) (Common; intermediate-level prey) WARNING: RAMS, DEADLY ANIMALS, ARE TO BE AVOIDED.
Goat (Domesticated) (Slightly less common; advanced-level prey) WARNING: GOATS ARE POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS ANIMALS. PURSUE GOATS WITH THE UTMOST CAUTION.
Eastern gray squirrel (Common; novice-level prey)
Chipmunk (Slightly less common; intermediate-level prey)
Mouse (Common; novice-level prey)
Rat (Common, but rarely eaten; intermediate-level prey)
Crow (Slightly less common; intermediate-level prey)
Raccoon (Common, but rarely hunted for fear of injury; advanced-level prey)
Red fox (Common, but rarely hunted; advanced-level prey)
Gray fox (Common, but rarely hunted; advanced-level prey)
Coyote (Common, but challenging to catch; advanced-level prey)
Cat (Domesticated) (Common, but rarely hunted for fear of injury; advanced-level prey) WARNING: CATS ARE FIERCE, DANGEROUS ANIMALS.
American toad (Common; novice-level prey)
American green tree frog (Slightly less common; novice-level prey)
Bobwhite quail (Slightly less common; intermediate-level prey)
Chicken (Domesticated) (Common; novice-level prey)
Duck (Domesticated)
Goose (Domesticated)
Cottontail rabbit (Common; novice-level prey)
Rabbit (Domesticated) See "cottontail rabbit" ↑
Abandoned goods—"abandoned goods" are the supermarket items scavenged by the dogs. Goods can come from either the butchery or the grocery. (Very common; a pup could catch it)
SVAL’ANTHEA
Combination of Greek anthos = ‘flower, blossom' and Old Norse svalr = ‘cool, fresh’
Meaning: “Fresh blossoms/flowers” or “Blossoms/flowers and cool weather”
About: The equivalent of spring, Sval’anthea is a favored season among the Ruin Dwellers, for it signifies plentiful prey and fair weather. Water is plentiful in Sval’anthea—in fact, a little too plentiful, for this season is subject to flooding. Sval’anthea’s days vary in form, from crisp and sunshiny to gray and rain-laden.
Average Temperature: 65° Fahrenheit
Average Weather: fluctuating conditions
AKUNA
Combination of the Japanese name Akira ('bright') and the Icelandic name Funi (‘flame’, ‘fire’)
Meaning: “Bright fire” or “Bright flame”
About: The equivalent of summer, Akuna is the time when the sun is brightest and hottest. The temperature in Akuna is dangerously high, so dogs are advised to remain within their dens unless it is either dawn or dusk, times when the heat lessens its grip; pups are the most vulnerable to fatalities caused by heat, so parents are advised to keep their young in a cool, shaded place. Akuna is a time of suffering for the dogs, in that there are few hours when it is safe to go outdoors. Extremities commonly seen in Akuna include droughts and wildfires.
Average Temperature: 95° Fahrenheit—100° Fahrenheit
Average Weather: cloudless, dry, sweltering
SADAMA
Combination of the Finnish word sade ('rain') and the Arabic name Sama (‘sky’)
Meaning: “Rainy sky” or “Gray sky”
About: Sadama is the equivalent of autumn. It is the grayest of the seasons; in fact, there’s hardly a Sadama’s day that doesn’t see torrential rain. The air turns drier and colder near the end of Sadama, when Kaldnore is approaching.
Average Temperature: 50° Fahrenheit
Average Weather: humid, chilly, rainy, overcast
KALDNORE
Combination of Old Norse Kalda (‘cold’, ‘chill’) and Greenlandic Anore (‘wind’)
Meaning: “Cold wind”
About: Kaldnore is the equivalent of winter. There are far less extremities than you’d expect, however; the cold seasons are altogether quite mild where the Ruin Dwellers live, and thus more than an inch of snow is hardly ever seen, despite the frigidity of the air. There is usually more sleet than snow in early Kaldnore, and the temperature might reach as high as 50° Fahrenheit; during mid-Kaldnore, however, minute quantities of light snow can be seen.
Average Temperature: 38° Fahrenheit
Average Weather: cold, dreary, sleety
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 20:51:34 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 20:55:54 GMT -5
Thank you for the banner, layout, and dividers! ♡ lozi Thank you for helping me figure this all out! You are appreciated. ♡
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Post by lozi on Nov 1, 2016 21:47:51 GMT -5
@mongrel lozi April recoiled at the intrusion and growled loudly. Hackles raised and eyes glinting with warning, she too lowered her voice, matching him in treat level, "Don't touch me, creep!" Unfortunatly, her was forgetting that he was dealing with a very angry, extremely hungry. pregnant female who wasn't going to take dung from a lowlife such as him. She knew that this had turned into a dominance battle, but to her it was still a battle for a warm and safe place to eat and rest. He didn't have a belly full of pups that needed shelter. He didn't know the overwhelming sense of protection that was inning through her veins at the moment. But who could he? He was a male that was bent on destruction and the gaining of territory. He didn't know her plight. Saddened by their situation, April lowered her ears and her tail tucked slightly in a sign of submission.What else was she to do now? She couldn't fight and she had royally messed up her chance to run. If Parker lost the fight then she (and her pups) would most likely die. It pained her to submit to such a violent and foul mouthed dog, but it wasn't her only choice. Maybe he would spare her if she simply submitted to him. I can just see Parker silently falling in love with April, and her unable to get over her old mate. I would love to see that happen. XD He'd be too much of a sweetheart to say anything, and April would probably only see it as his promise to protect and help her. ))
Seeing that April submitted, Parker realized that any fight could lead to her injury. He sighed, shaking his head frustratedly. His hackles fell, and so did his tail and ears. Looking at April, his eyes squinted with unhappiness, knowing what he had to do. Going from his paws to his knees, he pulled back his lips in a grimace of a submissive plea. His tail was pulled so far under his belly that it almost touched his chest. Crawling forward on his hocks and belly, he tentatively licked underneath Lad's chin. Come on Parker, you told her you'd protect her. This is the way to do it.
He rolled onto his belly in front of Lad, exposing a long, jagged scar that ran from the bottom of his chest to the edge of his ribs, clearly the product of a fight. It was if he was offering the dog to rip open the scar, surely killing him instantly. Whining, whimpering, sniveling, simpering, groveling, anything to make the dog understand he had given up, he began to make his verbal pleas. "I know that I can't fight you. Please, I beg of you, do as you wish to me, but do not hurt April. Do what you wish to do to her to me instead. I brought her into this, she was only with me to get food. We have steaks out side that you may take." His voice was desperate, and the way he sounded appalled him.
Fear stink must have been radiating off of him, because the shepherd was wrinkling his muzzle with distaste, but nodding slightly. Parker's chest heaved with relief, praying that the Shepherd would keep the heartless dog from doing anything to April. He shut his eyes, awaiting a sharp nip into his rips, a break of the spine, whatever the dog would do to him.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 1, 2016 21:49:57 GMT -5
Liberty looked at herself in the reflection of a window. She thouight for a moment then shook her head. "What else have you got?" she asked with a grin, leading him on now. She wanted him to go through as much as possible before she decided when to stop toying with him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 21:50:53 GMT -5
I can just see Parker silently falling in love with April, and her unable to get over her old mate. I would love to see that happen. XD He'd be too much of a sweetheart to say anything, and April would probably only see it as his promise to protect and help her. ))
Seeing that April submitted, Parker realized that any fight could lead to her injury. He sighed, shaking his head frustratedly. His hackles fell, and so did his tail and ears. Looking at April, his eyes squinted with unhappiness, knowing what he had to do. Going from his paws to his knees, he pulled back his lips in a grimace of a submissive plea. His tail was pulled so far under his belly that it almost touched his chest. Crawling forward on his hocks and belly, he tentatively licked underneath Lad's chin. Come on Parker, you told her you'd protect her. This is the way to do it.
He rolled onto his belly in front of Lad, exposing a long, jagged scar that ran from the bottom of his chest to the edge of his ribs, clearly the product of a fight. It was if he was offering the dog to rip open the scar, surely killing him instantly. Whining, whimpering, sniveling, simpering, groveling, anything to make the dog understand he had given up, he began to make his verbal pleas. "I know that I can't fight you. Please, I beg of you, do as you wish to me, but do not hurt April. Do what you wish to do to her to me instead. I brought her into this, she was only with me to get food. We have steaks out side that you may take." His voice was desperate, and the way he sounded appalled him.
Fear stink must have been radiating off of him, because the shepherd was wrinkling his muzzle with distaste, but nodding slightly. Parker's chest heaved with relief, praying that the Shepherd would keep the heartless dog from doing anything to April. He shut his eyes, awaiting a sharp nip into his rips, a break of the spine, whatever the dog would do to him. Lad looked down at Parker with an expression of twisted contentment plastered on his angular face. His eyes slid to April, who groveled pathetically as well. An embedment of cruelty deep within Lad seemed to stir pleasurably; Lad stood back, giving the two others space enough to regain composure. He knew that they would be surprised by his mercy, yet submission was all he needed at this stage. Had things gotten nasty, he would have torn Parker to shreds in seconds, sparing April only until she had given birth, forcing her to expect death all throughout pregnancy.
Lad shook himself. He felt slightly past impulsive brutality, but knew that he would never hesitate to use such a weapon if the circumstances called for it.
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Post by lozi on Nov 1, 2016 22:00:32 GMT -5
@shootforthestars @mongrel
Parker || To April and Lad || Dawn || Lad's Lair
Lad may not have known it yet, but he had Parker right under his paw. Parker wouldn't do anything that could possibly lead to April, or her pups being hurt. Instantly rolling onto his paws when the dog stepped back, he let his tail come out from under his belly, yet the tip still brushing his hocks. He watched Lad warily, wondering what he should do, his stomach quietly churning. He tried to regain his composure but it was hard.
Turning to observe the area he was in, his eyes fell on the greyhound. Their eyes met, and Parker shivered under the fiery, hateful glare he received. The dog shouldered past the shepherd, whipping him sharply with his tail across the muzzle, stepping towards Lad. "Come on Princess, we don't have all day."
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 1, 2016 22:09:00 GMT -5
((I copied and pasted my form to the bio page, so I hope I did it right!))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 7:37:35 GMT -5
@shootforthestars @mongrel
Parker || To April and Lad || Dawn || Lad's Lair
Lad may not have known it yet, but he had Parker right under his paw. Parker wouldn't do anything that could possibly lead to April, or her pups being hurt. Instantly rolling onto his paws when the dog stepped back, he let his tail come out from under his belly, yet the tip still brushing his hocks. He watched Lad warily, wondering what he should do, his stomach quietly churning. He tried to regain his composure but it was hard.
Turning to observe the area he was in, his eyes fell on the greyhound. Their eyes met, and Parker shivered under the fiery, hateful glare he received. The dog shouldered past the shepherd, whipping him sharply with his tail across the muzzle, stepping towards Lad. "Come on Princess, we don't have all day." Lad gazed at North with slitted eyes as he advanced. Attention utterly drawn from the two dogs he had tormented only moments before, he gave a war cry and skidded under North's legs, bucking him up with his sharp, bony spine. "I'm no princess," he whispered. "If anything, I'm the king."
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Post by lozi on Nov 2, 2016 7:53:24 GMT -5
North snarled viciously, his chest smarting at the whippet's blow. Instantly, he seized him by the scruff, ripping him off his haunches, his jaws dangerously close to a velvety ear. "Then this King should be ready for a mutiny. For insubordination, insurrections, rebellions, revolts, riots, anything that will bring this tyrant to his knees." Digging his teeth into the smaller dog's scruff, he pitched him across the room, with a sharp turn of the neck.
A huge weight bowled into him, as the shepherd flew upon him, nipping at his legs. Knowing what the dog was doing, a gasp of fury echoed from his throat, as he backed up a few paces, and in a lightning fast movement, shot forwards, at the last moment pulling the breaks, slamming his shoulder into the sheepdog's chest. The dog wheezed, crumbling to the floor, and the big dog fell upon him, scratching at his eyes, pulling on clumps of fur, before sinking his teeth into a tender ear, relishing the wheezy yelp of pain that he got in return. "You, Runner Boy, better watch which fights you pick. I'll remember him." Taking a heavy paw, his long nails weren't sharp, since they were for drift control, but they were definitely going to cause some discomfort. He pressed his paw into the dog's throat, letting only the tiniest breaths through.
The shepherd panted, still trying to regain his breath from the shoulder slam. Turning his head slightly, his teeth shifted in the dog's ear, and the shepherd's eyes widened. His pupils were slits, clearly unable to move with the paw pressing into his jugular, but despising the dog who humiliated him so. "One move, stud, and I'll tear my nails through this brute's jugular." He hissed, his eyes boring into the whippet's skull.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 8:05:32 GMT -5
Lad's eyes rolled back into his head, pain smarting in his limbs and lights dancing within his head. He had slammed against the wall and now lay unresponsive. His subconscious fought against the smothering force that was taking him over, yet was helpless against its far more capable opponent. Lad fell limp.
How convenient, mused a small voice within Lad. Rendered unconscious at just about the time your little friend needs help.
No . . .
Makes things a whole lot easier, doesn't it? Well, for you . . .
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Post by lozi on Nov 2, 2016 8:15:22 GMT -5
Lad's eyes rolled back into his head, pain smarting in his limbs and lights dancing within his head. He had slammed against the wall and now lay unresponsive. His subconscious fought against the smothering force that was taking him over, yet was helpless against its far more capable opponent. Lad fell limp.
How convenient, mused a small voice within Lad. Rendered unconscious at just about the time your little friend needs help.
No . . .
Makes things a whole lot easier, doesn't it? Well, for you . . . The shepherd whined under North's paws, and he pressed a little harder, making the sound crack and wane away. He released pressure just long enough for the dog to gasp in breath, and as soon as he breathed out, the dog slammed a paw into the dog's chest, hearing every vertebrae in Brimstone's spine pop, like he had heard his humans do with their paws when they were getting ready to fight.
Brimstone's air was immediately knocked out of his chest, and he rolled away from North's paws, a silent gasp upon his face. "How does it feel, to know you can't win?" He turned to the Bull Terrier, who moved in front of the dam, analyzing him. Seeing that he had not moved to help the two dogs, he deemed them both not a threat.
Heading for the door, he returned with the steaks, dropping them upon the floor, pushing two towards the mother-dog and terrier, and nosing the other 4 into a pile at his paws, standing over the other dogs proudly. Stalking over to the shepherd, he gave him a sharp kick in the side. "Get up!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 8:23:13 GMT -5
Lad felt the world materializing into view. A gauzy sheen seemed to glimmer atop the image before him, as though the air itself were made of gossamer. Lad thrashed on the outside, but within, the sensation was dim and muted.
Lad broke through the surface, standing up shakily. The blood rushed from his head, dizzying him, yet he stood his ground with much effort.
“Don't. Touch. Them. RATWAD.” he wheezed, sneering. “SSEUSED PIECE OF ROTBRAINED SCAT,” he continued.
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Post by lozi on Nov 2, 2016 8:30:05 GMT -5
"What, you want to defend these mutts?" He feigned surprise, mocking the smaller dog. "But they are way below you and your haughty attitude." He laughed with mirthless amusement as he circled the whippet and the shepherd, grinning a horrid grimace. Occasionally, he would dart in, and whip the unconscious shepherd with his long thin tail. "Looks like hero boy couldn't make it in time. His so called friend is lying on the floor, because I nearly choked him out. He could have died, and were you there? No. It seems you only want this pit-fighter when you need him! If he can't carry his weight, what is he to you. Dead meat." His words were icy, and his jeers pointed and cruel.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 8:33:52 GMT -5
"What, you want to defend these mutts?" He feigned surprise, mocking the smaller dog. "But they are way below you and your haughty attitude." He laughed with mirthless amusement as he circled the whippet and the shepherd, grinning a horrid grimace. Occasionally, he would dart in, and whip the unconscious shepherd with his long thin tail. "Looks like hero boy couldn't make it in time. His so called friend is lying on the floor, because I nearly choked him out. He could have died, and were you there? No. It seems you only want this pit-fighter when you need him! If he can't carry his weight, what is he to you. Dead meat." His words were icy, and his jeers pointed and cruel.
“Your mother sends you best wishes from Hell,” snarled Lad. “Your father was breeding stock, and you know what? He still is. Your sister has no husband—'cause I left her hanging, and our kids too. Your other sister was promiscuous—been there, done that, too. Your brother? I killed him in the pit. Right after I told him I was his mate.” Lad cackled softly. “And you? You belong in the trash.”
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Post by lozi on Nov 2, 2016 8:39:23 GMT -5
North's muzzle wrinkled, and he stepped closer to the whippet, so that his muzzle was right between his eyes. He had to look down on the dog, for his muzzle to even touch him, and he snarled, "Dog, you know nothing of me or my family." Truth be told, even he did not know of his family, but he knew that Lad would never had had the chance to meet them, since he was ripped away from his family, and shipped miles and miles away. Sharply nipping the dog's muzzle, he stepped back. "What would a wretch like you do to me?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 8:48:06 GMT -5
North's muzzle wrinkled, and he stepped closer to the whippet, so that his muzzle was right between his eyes. He had to look down on the dog, for his muzzle to even touch him, and he snarled, "Dog, you know nothing of me or my family." Truth be told, even he did not know of his family, but he knew that Lad would never had had the chance to meet them, since he was ripped away from his family, and shipped miles and miles away. Sharply nipping the dog's muzzle, he stepped back. "What would a wretch like you do to me?" “I don't know,” whimpered Lad, dropping back onto his haunches with a subdued look. Then he lunged for North's throat, grabbing a fold of flesh between his teeth and gripping hard. “Move once,” he boomed through flesh and fur, “And I rip your God-begotten, damned throat off. NOW GET DOWN!” his voice rang out harsh, and he began to bear down on North, struggling to push him down onto the floor. He suddenly realized how petty the whole thing was. This was just a skirmish for the advantage, and, in spite of the odds, Lad had bounced back each time it seemed he had been conquered. He had to end this. And yet even the mere notion of such a feat seemed impossible at this point. North could easily throw him off in this position. What was a bony thing like him to do in a situation like this? He was so weak, he needed Brimstone to save him. Lad drooped slightly at this thought, very, very slightly, but forcefully funneled all of his anger, agitation and frustration into the task at hand.
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Post by lozi on Nov 2, 2016 8:57:43 GMT -5
North's muzzle wrinkled, and he stepped closer to the whippet, so that his muzzle was right between his eyes. He had to look down on the dog, for his muzzle to even touch him, and he snarled, "Dog, you know nothing of me or my family." Truth be told, even he did not know of his family, but he knew that Lad would never had had the chance to meet them, since he was ripped away from his family, and shipped miles and miles away. Sharply nipping the dog's muzzle, he stepped back. "What would a wretch like you do to me?" “I don't know,” whimpered Lad, dropping back onto his haunches with a subdued look. Then he lunged for North's throat, grabbing a fold of flesh between his teeth and gripping hard. “Move once,” he boomed through flesh and fur, “And I rip your God-begotten, damned throat off. NOW GET DOWN!” his voice rang out harsh, and he began to bear down on North, struggling to push him down onto the floor. He suddenly realized how petty the whole thing was. This was just a skirmish for the advantage, and, in spite of the odds, Lad had bounced back each time it seemed he had been conquered. He had to end this. And yet even the mere notion of such a feat seemed impossible at this point. North could easily throw him off at this point. What was a bony thing like him to do in a situation like this? He was so weak, he needed Brimstone to save him. Lad drooped slightly at this thought, very, very slightly, but forcefully funneled all of his anger into the task at hand. Completely taken off guard by the sudden movement, suspicion rose in his pelt. However, he wasn't ready for the sudden attack, and when he began to push, he began to feel the first layer of skin tearing. He had to act quick, or die. Standing up off of his haunches, he let the dog dangle from his neck, wincing. Slowly, he began to circle, swinging the dog, and abruptly stopped, flinging the dog from his neck. He landed upon Brimstone, who shuddered, his eyes opening. Although having no skin wounds, he clearly had been stunned by the bigger dog, and was in shock. He stumbled to his feet, charging at North, ramming his head into his ribs. North stumbled backwards, wheezing, and collapsed. While the dog was down, Brimstone crawled back to lad, carefully standing over him, crouching so that all his weight was centered, and to reach Lad, he would have to go through him,
North got to his feet, his face a mask of fury. He stalked towards the shepherd. "Move."
"N-no." The dog's voice cracked and trembled, but he did not move position.
"Last chance." When the dog did not move, North fell upon him, a flurry of thrashing paws and limbs. Brim's knees trembled, but did not give way. His eyes closed, and all his muscles tensed in a final effort, when the dog was bowled away. Parker stood over him, a paw pressed into the nape of his neck, with his scruff being pulled out. Parker had jumped in to preform the universal scruff grabbing, that typically put pups into a locked out position. This time, it had worked, and North lay stiff on the ground, his eyes blazing with hate.
"Hurry, get up."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 9:03:36 GMT -5
“I don't know,” whimpered Lad, dropping back onto his haunches with a subdued look. Then he lunged for North's throat, grabbing a fold of flesh between his teeth and gripping hard. “Move once,” he boomed through flesh and fur, “And I rip your God-begotten, damned throat off. NOW GET DOWN!” his voice rang out harsh, and he began to bear down on North, struggling to push him down onto the floor. He suddenly realized how petty the whole thing was. This was just a skirmish for the advantage, and, in spite of the odds, Lad had bounced back each time it seemed he had been conquered. He had to end this. And yet even the mere notion of such a feat seemed impossible at this point. North could easily throw him off at this point. What was a bony thing like him to do in a situation like this? He was so weak, he needed Brimstone to save him. Lad drooped slightly at this thought, very, very slightly, but forcefully funneled all of his anger into the task at hand. Completely taken off guard by the sudden movement, suspicion rose in his pelt. However, he wasn't ready for the sudden attack, and when he began to push, he began to feel the first layer of skin tearing. He had to act quick, or die. Standing up off of his haunches, he let the dog dangle from his neck, wincing. Slowly, he began to circle, swinging the dog, and abruptly stopped, flinging the dog from his neck. He landed upon Brimstone, who shuddered, his eyes opening. Although having no skin wounds, he clearly had been stunned by the bigger dog, and was in shock. He stumbled to his feet, charging at North, ramming his head into his ribs. North stumbled backwards, wheezing, and collapsed. While the dog was down, Brimstone crawled back to lad, carefully standing over him, crouching so that all his weight was centered, and to reach Lad, he would have to go through him,
North got to his feet, his face a mask of fury. He stalked towards the shepherd. "Move."
"N-no." The dog's voice cracked and trembled, but he did not move position.
"Last chance." When the dog did not move, North fell upon him, a flurry of thrashing paws and limbs. Brim's knees trembled, but did not give way. His eyes closed, and all his muscles tensed in a final effort, when the dog was bowled away. Parker stood over him, a paw pressed into the nape of his neck, with his scruff being pulled out. Parker had jumped in to preform the universal scruff grabbing, that typically put pups into a locked out position. This time, it had worked, and North lay stiff on the ground, his eyes blazing with hate.
"Hurry, get up." Again? thought Lad as he collided with the wall. Perhaps he shouldn't have done anything after all. The effort had affected nothing aside from half-kill him a fool. His eyes opened the way most dogs' did when they were dead, but he was not dead; he was simply moribund.
The world went dark.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Nov 2, 2016 9:04:56 GMT -5
Liberty looked at herself in the reflection of a window. She thouight for a moment then shook her head. "What else have you got?" she asked with a grin, leading him on now. She wanted him to go through as much as possible before she decided when to stop toying with him. Reposting so this isn't lost...)
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Post by lozi on Nov 2, 2016 10:25:49 GMT -5
Parker swore quietly under his breath, slapping a hard paw into the back of North's head. Already exhausted and weakened, the greyhound went limp. Working his way over towards Brimstone and Lad, he nosed Brimstone away, licking at Lad's cheeks, trying to revive him from his unconsciousness. "Get up you Seussed fool!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 10:52:29 GMT -5
Parker swore quietly under his breath, slapping a hard paw into the back of North's head. Already exhausted and weakened, the greyhound went limp. Working his way over towards Brimstone and Lad, he nosed Brimstone away, licking at Lad's cheeks, trying to revive him from his unconsciousness. "Get up you Seussed fool!" There was no response on the outside, but within, Lad wished he could lash out and strike this dog for calling him a fool. What did he know other than the gimcrack 'chivalry' he was making use of to impress the dog that was so obviously not into him? If Lad could have sneered derisively at the moment, he would. The other dogs would have to do something about his condition, be it remedy or something less . . . valiant. A bucket of water to the face? A slash of a knife to the paw, bloodletting? He didn't care. All he wanted was to be awake and healthy so that he and Brimstone could tell off these sniveling morons.
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Post by lozi on Nov 2, 2016 11:18:17 GMT -5
Parker rolled his eyes, giving a sharp nip to Lad's shoulder. "Get up before he does!" He snapped. "Do you want all of us to die?" This dog was being ridiculous, even if he couldn't help it. Parker, not wanting to waste any more time on the dog, searched the building for something to restrain North with. Coming back with a bristly looking rope, he tied one end around the pillar, and looped to other around his neck.
Brimstone on the other paw, was placing a paw over Lad's nose and mouth, hoping the lack of air would jump start him awake.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 12:30:27 GMT -5
Wow, you dullard, thought Lad loutishly. Can't you see I'm half-dead over here? If anything, it's me alone who will die today. He regained is inner composure and focused on rousing himself. But when he jerked and writhed inside, there was no response from his body. It was as if his corpse were a giant mass weighing him down, restraining him.
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Post by lozi on Nov 2, 2016 12:46:40 GMT -5
Brimstone shook his head. It was no use. He shook his head, hunching over Lad's body. I'm sorry. There was only one thing that Brimstone could think to do now, and he didn't know if Lad could forgive him if he didn't understand his intentions.
"Weak!" He jeered. "Look at you, lying upon the ground. It looks like I'll be the one to step into power, and maybe I just might take that mongrel of a greyhound over you." Come on, Lad, wake up! "Worthless runt! Beast licking, puppy eating cur! Lying upon the floor like a lazy little lout!"
Hoping his words were enough to rouse Lad's subconscious, he mustered up all the cruelty he could for this dog, and kicked him in the ribs. If his subconscious were strong enough, the sudden jolt to his physical senses could wake him. If this didn't work, Brimstone didn't know what would.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 12:52:26 GMT -5
The stimuli seemed to resurrect Lad. At first, he only felt a slight yet forceful sensation, as though he were being pulled into wakefulness. Then he felt sudden light lance his unblinking eyes and knew that he was alive and well as he saw Brimstone standing before him.
“You won't,” he croaked warningly, his eyes, dead and vacuous before, flickering back to life, the sharp, streetwise spark returning. But before he could say anything else, Brimstone had kicked him in the chest, knocking the breath out of him. Lad made a noise halfway between a screech and a yowl.
“What the hell?” he hissed.
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