C O F F E E
{ Crush: Conflicted/Dallas } { Status: With the Pack } { Female }
She nodded, gesturing with a swing of her head that the others should step back. She looked at Dallas with reassurement, eyes flooding with worry for the brute wounded on the ground. She couldn't keep her eyes on the gap in his skull which oozed crimson blood. She let her eyelids fall, feeling it was the only thing she could do to keep from whimpering.
A S P E R
{ Mate: Lydia } { Status: Stuff} { Brute }
He winced in pain as he was dragged along, stifling whines. He felt dizzy with a lack of blood, as it was seeping out of him.
He felt unusually cold and fuzzy. His vision was unsteady and wavered whenever he tried to focus on something and his head throbbed when it moved. Most of all, he couldn't do anything. He was immobilized. He could hear few gasps and whimpers when he came into the camp, but he was training his thoughts on Lydia, for it made him feel good.
A L A S T A I R
{ Mate: Sprite} { Tagged: Asper } { Brute }
He glanced at Sprite with fear evident in his orbs.
"He's hurt, Sprite. Badly." He muttered into his mate's floccose coat. He'd never really gotten to know Asper, but, truthfully, he'd never seen a dog injured as badly. He tore his eyes from the scene, sinking down into the dirt, his head resting on his paws.
H A R L E Y
{ Crush: Blitz } { Tagged: Blitz/Bolin } { Brute }
When the dog gestured to Harley he couldn't help but snarl in reply. He didn't blink about the fact he was insulting him, but more so because he was being rude to Blizzard. From what he had heard and understood, it seemed to be that Bolin had simply left Blitz and she was wanting to know the reason. Suddenly, Harley could see it. Had this brute liked Blizzard at one time, or perhaps he still did? He could see the sorrow and affection in his eyes when he looked at her. It made his fur bristle.
M O R N I N G
{ Crush: Starting to fall for Ares } { Tagged: Orion } { Female }
She had gaped her jaw to speak when, suddenly, yelps and whines entered the air. She lurched backward, whirling around in panic. An injured dog was resting on the ground, his breaths coming in short gasps. Her own whimpers got stuck in her throat as she bolted over, unable to see clearly due to the crowd that had gather. Her tail pinned against her stomach tightly.
S T R E A M
{ Crush: Open! } { Tagged: Storm/Oliver/Carson/Carson } { Female }
She gritted her teeth, gazing at Blu and Carson with indignation. She planted her fat, little paws, bounding forward in front of the larger female.
"Alright. Our leader is very good, so I'm sure you'll fit in well. Come along." She barked eagerly, ecstatic about the fact she had gotten a recruit. Without waiting for a reply, she darted forward towards the camp, soon realizing she was acting in a pup-like manner and readjusted herself.