a game of cat and mouse. open.

[city;]

[ stalker shall join this. :}

Would it be okay for me to reserve a male scavenger and a female fighter, please? I should have my form up in an hour or two. ]

[prismatic]

work in progress as well - nearly done though.

ＩＮＦＯＲＭＡＴＩＯＮ
full name: sweet serendipity.
nickname: seren.
age: four years old.
gender: female.
breed: bernese mountain dog.
rank: fighter.
stray: yes.
persona: mature, guarded, reserved.

[phenomenon]

{ Still in the process of editing hers... cx

[ secretive ] - [ soft-spoken ] - [ persuasive ]

“words can become p o w e r f u l weapons if use by an experienced soldier.”

❆ [ reserved ] - [ fearless ] - [ swift ]❆

Meet Natasha . This two and a half year old fae is a mix of a German shepherd and an Alaskan
malamute. Her reputation consists of quick thinking, sharp eye-sight, and manipulative ways.
Not necessarily a flirter, but many dogs know her to be very persuasive. Her eloquent and
cunning speech makes other dogs listen to her. Very useful in rallying dogs to her leader's
advantage. Born and raised in the backwoods of Boston, Massachusetts, she grew in her father's
skill and mother's intelligence. There she lived as a herding dog where she developed her
quick thinking, speed and stamina. She is a stunning fae who makes the heads of many brutes
turn. Even so, the one dog who will capture her long stares is a brute who will protect her
with his life, persue her until she gives, always there for her to talk to, and show her how to
have fun. Her past is mostly clouded with mystery. She only remembers a great fire and a
painful uproot from her birthplace.
So it's no surprise that her greatest fear is fire.

layout © Phenomenon
character © Phenomenon

❆ ❆ ❆ ➢ Through p a n i c k e d mind
and r a c i n g heart ♥______
________________she e s c a p e d...
but the place she loved
_________________was n o m o r e...
❆ ❆ ➢ S t u m b l i n g, blind with fear
________________she h i d from it
trying to b l o c k it o u t
______________but it was f u t i l e...
❆ ❆ ➢D a m a g e d b e y o n d repair
___________she s o u g h t for a home
but n e v e r will she forget
_______the c a c k l i n g red flames.

“let me sum this up for you... i am not like the r e s t.”

[phenomenon]

{ Just so you all know, his name is pronounced "DAY-men". Not "DEE-mon" or "Day-mee-en". cx

☣ ☣ [ mysterious ] - [ cunning ] - [ hard-core ]

“i take danger to the e x t r e m e, soldier. risk is my life.”

[ sinister ] - [ unemotional ] - [ cold-hearted ] ☣ ☣

Let me introduce you to Daimen. The blood running in his veins contain black German shepherd genes and half timber wolf DNA. He is a sinister brute who is known to be very strategic, unemotional, tough, and very hard-core . This four year old wolf-shepherd may be menacing, but his die-hard loyalty makes other dogs respect him with his smooth, cunning ways. He was raised and born a fighter in the forest of Yellowstone National Park. His owner was a ranger and he is still a wild nature dog at soul who was born with the speed, stamina, and strength of the timber wolf. His fast reactions, cunningness, and adaptive instincts are by far, his greatest weapons. He is cold-hearted, so even love has no place in his reserved self. Even so, only one dog has make him look twice, and her identity is not only unknown to us, but also unkown to his heart.

layout © Phenomenon
character © Phenomenon

“let me tell you something, soldier... i am not like the r e s t.”

[indefinite,]

{{ everyone's accepted c:

@city; great! all reserved for ya ^^ }}

[kryptonite;]

posting forms tomorrow. might not be on much longer due to the fact it's 8:42 pm, and i still need to do homework that's due at the beginning of third period >.< }

[city;]

{{ one of two death's bite }}
{{ Thanks for the spots! }}

asdlfj

☄ . ｓ ｈ ｏ ｏ ｔ ｉ ｎ ｇ . ｓ ｔ ａ ｒ

☄ . ｎａｍｅ; Shooting Star
☄ . ａｇｅ; Four and a Half
☄ . ｂｒｅｅｄ; Shetland Sheepdog
☄ . ｔｒａｉｔｓ; dreamer, fighter, love
☄ . ｒａｎｋ; fighter
☄ . ｃｒｕｓｈ; no obvious crush; small
---------------one on colfax

-----------------ｙｏｕ --------------ｍｕｓｔ
----------- ｋｅｅｐ ｙｏｕｒ ｅｙｅｓ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ★ ＳＴＡＲＳ;

ｉｔ ａｌｓｏ ｈｅｌｐｓ ｎｏｔ ｔｏ --------------------

Ｆ Ａ Ｌ Ｌ ------- ｗｈｉｌｅ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ａｔ ｉｔ．

ｓｈｅ ｓａｙｓ ｉｔ'ｓ ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ
...

--------------'ｉ'ｍ ＮＯＴ ＬＩＫＥ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｓｔ'

This beau isn't afraid of anything; at least, that is what she tends to tell herself. Shooting Star is
just that; a warrior far from home, a female that wishes she weren't, and an irrational dreamer.
Star dreams of somewhere she could go, something she could be, and a purpose for her seemingly
meaningless life. She wants to be something more than what she is now. But I don't think you
understand; Shooting Star will sit out at night, her deep eyes fitted upon a solitary light, and
will spend her night, wishing for the impossible. She was born and raised in somewhere called
Downtown Manhattan, and wherever she is now, is up to her. She works alone, but does
prefer the company occasionally. Star is one who loves passion, and kindness, but won't hesitate
to fight at a moment's notice. I suppose you could call her a minuteman, similar to those who
fought alongside George Washington in the American Revolution. Shooting star puts her
love and compassion behind her when her duty calls to her, knowing only what fighting
and bloodshed means, when the time comes. Star isn't a girl to be messed with. She knows
love, but she also knows pain. A dangerous duo.
ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ ｅｘａｍｐｌｅ; ☄

[indefinite,]

{{@city; ohmygosh i love you xD that form is beautiful <3

@anybody; i'm making a little drama but i need some help. would anybody like to be a mate with a new character im making? estella. two pups will be involved, one to be roleplayed by the each of us. if you have more than three characters and cant handle more than two i'd prefer you didnt volunteer. }}

[indefinite,]

{{ i know im not finished but water polo is killing me. if you character's name is seen within my tags, please dont use them yet. diesel is sending out a mass patrol type thingy to check out something discouraging. but if you really want to roleplay them, please keep them by the abandoned train station hideout. please and thank you <3

sorry this took so long :s diesel's is only long because its an introduction post ontop of involving a heck of alot of dogs and orders. the real length of posts that i want are about how much i put for nova. when i mean im not posting much, i mean it literally c; }}

__Ｎｏｖａ Ｌｉｇｈｔｓ.__

→ { ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ } . { sɪx ʏᴇᴀʀs } . { sᴄᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀ } . { ᴛʜᴇ ɢʏᴘsʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ }

ｄｅａｒ ｎｏｖａ,

ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｅｓ.

ｆｒｏｍ,

ａｎｏｎｙｍｏｕｓ.

-----i padded alongside slaone, keeping my distance however. and thats just what i liked: distance. i had never been the whole touchy, feely kind of dog. i had never been the type to embrace fully with another dog or roll about in a playfull manner, wrestling until i'd nearly lost my breath. just... no. that wasnt me. and you know what? i bet my tail that i would never be like that. and you know what else? i was perfectly satisfied. in fact, i was enthusiastic. can't you just hear it in my voice?
-----bandit had the both of us out on a wild goose chase after some loner and all we had was a scent of her trailing through the streets. i mean, im pretty sure this was a job for the scouts but apparently he put his full trust into two scavengers. i hated females. heck, i made it as plain as day and im sure you could even ask the pups in the pack which gender i liked best and they could answer without a second thought. i mean, i had nothing against them personally but i just found it easier to get along with brutes more than faes. it was more effortless. and its funny how bandit had me with a female out trailing after the scent of another female to bring back to a pack of dogs who already had plenty of females. either he had a screw loose or he was getting me back for the time i trapped him in a box when we were younger, i dont know but i was already erked to my finest level and i couldnt get much higher. or so i thought.
i didnt say much to sloane but i did give her a quick warning snarl when her paw slipped off the curb a while back. i didnt nip her or anything, i was much, much higher than that. but i felt the need to show her my place of view on all of this. i think she took it well. i think. we were lead to the park, which was practically empty today. to me, it was no surprise the loner was making her rounds here. in fact, i saw her lounging beneath the slide on the children's playground. i looked over at the australian shepherd beside me. she could be considered a pretty dog, and she sure had a personality if she'd dealt with me for this long, but i was in no mood for giving compliments or congradulations. instead i looked at her expectantly, agnowledging my waiting for her to take first action. "well," i started, exagerating a tad too much, but i was having fun with this. "you got us this far, slow me down. wanna go give the loner a warm welcome to our pack's territory or do i have to do everything around here?" i raised my eyerows, giving a toying smile towards her. heck, i even tossed in a head tilt for attitude.

tags ;; sloane and dixie.

__Ｄｉｅｓｅｌ Ｅｎｇｉｎｅ.__

→ { ᴍᴀʟᴇ } . { ғɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs } . { ʙᴇᴛᴀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ } . { ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ }

ｄｅａｒ ｄｉｅｓｅｌ,

ｈｉｄｅ ｔｈｅ ｌｏｃｋ ａｎｄ ｋｅｙ.

ｆｒｏｍ,

ａｎｏｎｙｍｏｕｓ.

-----for as long as i had ever been walking along these roads, not once had i ever seen a stray. but then again, that just shows how naive i was at that age. and now? whenever i walk along these cracked sidewalks, small weeds growing between each plate, shadows dancing around your paws reflecting the trees overhead i cant go a single time without catching glance of a dog in dire need of seperation from isolation, and i always end up dragging back new mutts to join the pack. and it irks me profoundly. seeking dogs out and bringing them back to the hideout when that was the scout's job. but, i was in no position to complain. we were a pretty decent sized pack for our area, yes, but in comparrison to our two neighboring packs we were a meer litter of puppies. the more people we could find willing the join, the better.
-----but now how fortunate of me. for once i could walk this trip down memory lane all alone, no mutt trailing behind, and i didnt have to cut my journey short and head back to the hideout. but of course, now i should. the last time i checked, bandit had been missing in action, and well, as beta male i had to step up every once in a while, right? i made my way through the asfault streets, on the eastern side of our little town in rhode island. the moment my paws hit the pavement on the side road i could practically taste the salt on my tongue. the atlantice ocean's waves were lapping at the rocky shorelines, a little more forcful than normal. i paused, hardly second guessing it. but it was when i noticed the lack of population on the beach that surprised me. a normal day this should have been, a saturday that inspite a small overcast people would still be flooding the beach but no one was in sight. nobody. no cars in the lot. and the docks further out? all baren of any ships. and the fish that normally swam in the shallow pools? i could see clear as day from where i was standing that they'd all long gone. i lifted my maw, taking a wiff of the surrounding air. and opening my eyes, i took great notice of the sorreled skies. a small shiver rolled its way down my spine like water on a duck's back. something was off. it was like how i always knew something was goingt o happen right before an earth shake, exactly like it because both those times and now, i didnt know what to expect. but i knew i could expect one thing: this was going to be no earth shake.
-----not to insult my own gender or anything but... females always tend to be more level headed daimen would go as well. ideas spooned my head as i raced back to the hideout. racing against what? i did not know and a part of me didnt want to know. and i was fine with that. but i did want to get the orders out as soon as i was able to. i ran through the park, that too was empty, and straight through the treeline. it wasnt before long i came to a bridge covered in moss and rusted metal. i kept to the side. the train station was old enough, i didnt know how old these tracks were. nosing my way through the concrete doorway and sliding my nimble body between the crack was now as easy as breathing: i didnt even think about it. without even allowing my eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness of the old building, i bid a bark of advance. not many dogs slept in the ticket room of the old train station [ it was more like the lounge if you will ]: in fact, the many, more like all, kept their walking down a tunnel in the far back of the room, inspite it being a little flooded, to the train's resting area. we all took up rest in whichever train we preferred with whoever we preferred. some trains held two dogs, others held eight. it all differed. i climbed onto a counter in the lounge everyone deserved equal respect and if someone below the alpha wanted to call a meeting, it wasnt ignored.
-----i didnt even wait until all the dogs had gathered. just the ones i needed were there. "i need a group of dogs to go out on a patrol. the human's activity is suspicious: there's literall no activity. they all seem to be gathering their stuff, fleeing more like it. i think its in our best interest to get an understanding, dont you?" i looked around the room, catching the eye of aspen. she was a pretty shepherd, yes, but i knew her as well as anybody: she was the most thoughtful and calculating dog i knew. and spacebound rocket. as boisterous as she appeared to be on the outside, she was fair. she knew right from wrong and thats all anybody could ask of a dog. and then carson, a shepherd as well but she had just as much brains as any of them. "aspen, carson, and rocket. you three will be the feas on this outing, accompanied by rigby and daimon. aspen, you take charge. watch human action, the waters, and the skies. they seem to be out only inspinction."

tags ;; aspen, daimen, rigby, rocket, carson.

[prismatic]

ooc: wip. cx