[Legohouse]

Hawks are the more common Plague Hounds. They have short beaks and wings that look as if they are decaying. They have a keen sense of smell and are known for their cat-like ears. Their pelts are usually on the lighter tone, but that isn't always the case. Hawks are friendly and kind to all, despite their menacing appearance. They are very loyal to their Saviour, and never question a word that he or she says. Hawks like a good stomach rub from time to time. They live between 74 and 140 years.

Belongs to chosendragon now c:

[.Saffron.]

Name;Tyrennia
Gender; Female
Age;4 years
Story;
I hurried through the dark rain, feeling it drip off my hood and down my coat. It was late and dark, and I was in a hurry, I never have liked the dark, especially not after the plague, and although they've come up with a cure, those radioactive dog-things, I was still wary. I turned down the alley, shivering a little from the cold. And that was when I saw them. The scientists, pulling this poor dog/fox/bird thing, trying to get it off the couch. "Lazy mutt" One of them said, tugging hard. The creature growled slightly, snapping a little in irritation. I walked over, wary, yet intrigued. As I drew nearer, I cleared my throat, coughing slightly to gain attention. They turned, suspicion and confusion on their faces. "Hello?" One called. "What do you want?" I took a deep breath, taking in the fox-hound again. "What are you planning on doing with that beautiful hound?" I asked, sort-of dreading the answer. "Taking her to see if there are any Saviors that want her" One replied. "Although I doubt it. She's just so lazy" He looked at the hound, who was once again settled on the couch. At a first glance, she could've been sleeping. But I saw her ears twitch and her eyes shine beneath the mask. She was paying attention. As a mouse scampered by, she tensed, ready to pounce, but looked up, waiting for permission. "She just needs someone to motivate her" I said, turning back to the scientists.One of them snorted. "Are you offering?" He asked. I nodded, breathless.
"Yes. If you'll let me, I am"
He nodded. "She's yours then. Let me just go get some Savior papers...you do know that this could kill you, right?" He asked, looking at me like I was too good to be true. I nodded. "It's worth it" I said. "It's so worth it". He nodded. "It sure is, girl, It sure is" I smiled and looked down at my hound. Tyrennia...a nice name. Yeah. Tyrennia would be her name.

Sorry if the story is a little long...I was feeling creative... I hope it's good enough!

[coelagirl]

Name;Amulius
Gender; male
Age;4 years
Story; It was night at the lab. No, I lie. It was nearly mourning. Everyone important had gone home, so why was I here? To sweep. Yes, I'm a janitor. But any job somewhere safe is a good job, and the lab was one of the safest places to be ever since the plague broke out. Back to the present, I was nearly done with my sweeping and was on my way to get my coat when I heard a growl. now, in a laboratory filled with radioactive dogs, that's not a nice sound. I stopped, bracing myself to feel the green spitted death rushing through my veins. When none came, I looked around. Cursing myself, I realized the growling was coming from a side room, one of the ones prospective Saviors met their hounds in.
Now, normally I'm a cautious and logical person, but then, I'm not sure what happened. I went to investigate.
What I found was a scientist, a Hawk, and a couch. The Hawk was sitting on the couch. The scientist was trying to rope him with one of those collars on strings dog catchers use.
It was not going very well. The Hawk had his claws dug into the fabric, and the scientist didn't seem that eager to get bitten. He was half heartily muttering "Here Fluffy..."
I raised my eyebrows "Eh... What's going on here?"
Both hound and scientist looked at me. "Er.. Its time for Fluffy to go back to his cage.. but he doesn't want to go.... It's his couch."
"His?"
"Well, let me put it this way. The lat person who tried to make him leave needed a complete blood transfusion."
"Ah. May I try?"
"It's your own funeral." he offered the collar.
"No thanks." I knelt down by the couch "Hey boy.. Fluffy." It pricked up its ears and looked at me. "Ummm..." I searched for something to say next. "How'd you like a belly rub?"
The white mask looked at me for a moment, then the hound rolled over. It stared at me (Of course I couldn't be sure but it felt stare-y) as if daring me to be afraid and back down. I rubbed its belly. then, it hopped off the couch and rubbed my legs.
When I looked back at the scientist, he was starring open mouthed. "N...No ones been able to get Fluffy off the couch before!"
I was a bit surprised myself. I looked down at the dog and up at the stunned man. "That makes me the first then... where do I go to become a savior?"
The scientist recovered and nodded "Let me just get some papers..." he bustled off, probably to call his superiors. I looked at the dog again. "If you're going to be mine, You'll need a better name than Fluffy. how bout' Amulius? I do love Mythology" there was babling from the other room. I picked up 'suicidal,' 'fluffy,' and 'savior'
After some thought I called to the man in the room "And don't forget I need the couch!"


I was writing this on my cell phone and the browser closed suddenly and I lost ALL OF IT. so I have to rewrite it and it looks really crappy now. TT.TT

[Legohouse]

After one or two more forms,I'll decide on his saviour<33

[.Saffron.]

*Bump*
Just because this is kind of dying a little (No offense!)

[coelagirl]

Yeh. I don't think anyone else is gonna enter

[Wynd~]

Name;Daemon
Gender;male
Age;4 years
Story;
It was pitch black. I couldn't see a thing. As I flipped on the switch, I saw something on the couch. I took a step back. It was a wolfish-fox thing with a mask. It sorta freaked me out. It was sleeping, and I didn't want to wake it up, scared of what I thought would happen if it did. I held in a scream. Slowly, very slowly, I side stepped for the phone. I pushed the numbers. I had heard about this creature, and seldom saw some on the street. I was pushing the number of the scientist who had created them. "Hello?" I said, "Um, I have a bit of a problem." The voice on the other side of the phone asked me what the problem was. I answered, "One of your.....creatures are on my couch." The voice sounded surprised and asked if I was sure. I said yes. So, he told me he would send people over, and until then, I should evacuate the house.
Minutes later, the people arrived and walked into the house. I peeked through the door, "What are you going to do?" I asked. The people answered, "Well, we either need a patient saviour, or, we'll have to humainly dispose of it due to it's extreme laziness and we can't have it going into other people's homes." I asked what a saviour was. They answered me, and in a small voice, I said, "I'll be one." The people told me about it and asked me if I was sure. I said yes, and thought I saw a tiny glimmer behind the mask.

[Nimaine]

Name;
Nosferatu
Gender;
male
Age;
4 years
Story;
Four years ago, when I had just volunteered to be a saviour, they took me to the lab where the Plague Hounds were made. The Crows frightened me, I was a social person and I didn't want to go through life a lone wolf. For the strength of the wolf is the pack, and the strength of the pack is the wolf, just as Kipling wrote. I much preferred the hawks, and they seemed to like me just as well. Where the crows had been disdainful, the hawks were eager and friendly. Perhaps a little too eager. Whatever the reason, my attention was drawn to the hawk who remained lying on the blanket, wagging his tail to me. I came to him, and he got up to nuzzle my face with his beak. I didn't understand why the scientists who accompanied me were so surprised by this gesture.

His dull colors matched the dry, dusty landscape of the hot Southwest. But my couch was dark blue. Only after Nosferatu had lain down upon it- and been forced up again by me- did I realize just how much dirt he had hidden in his coat. "Nos!" I exclaimed, after forcibly removing him from the sofa, "Did you take a dust bath again?"

Nosferatu only turned back to stare at me with his inscrutable expression, before settling down happily in his doggie bed. His very expensive, raised doggy bed, bought to keep him off my sofa. It didn't work, of course. Often I considered letting Nosferatu keep the couch, while I sat in his doggy bed. It was practically more comfortable than the sofa, after I had put that special memory foam cushion on it.

Sometimes I also wondered what I would be doing in my time off if I had chosen one of the more active Hawks. Playing frisbee in the backyard? Playing tug of rope with a squeaky plush toy? Nosferatu began gnawing the wicker edge of his doggie bed, the only exercise he seemed to really enjoy. What I probably wouldn't be doing, I thought with a smile as I put the broom and dustpan away, was this: enjoying every quiet evening with a good book, and old movie, and some writing on my eternally-in-progress novel. Yep, I guess birds of a feather really do flock together.

[Legohouse]

I'm so sorry guys,it's been forever</3

I'm going to start juding now and should have a winner chosen in an hour or two.So no mroe entries please c:

[coelagirl]

Yay! thank you <3 I love him.