i could be great. [posting - open]

[universe.]

Accepted.

[broken*]

(Great. May I have a quick recap about what is going on??)

[slurp slurp]

( I have Anumet & Icarus open for anyone )

[universe.]

[@Kale; everyone is just going to their places, talking to their leaders. ect.
all mine are basically open. well except Fenix, who is talking to his pack..]

[slurp slurp]

[.I shall have Ica come up to them, and I'll see who's around thank you]

[broken*]

~~Phoebe - Fae - Junkie~~
Phoebe could not help but sigh softly to herself as she sniffed around for any scent of food nearby, whether it be something she'd have to kill herself or just something a human had dropped. Unfortunately for the small fae, luck did not seem to be in her favor that day, for nothing edible seemed to be around her at the moment. Besides that, she looked up, her ears pricking as she noticed dark clouds gathering in the sky, signaling that rain would be coming soon, and it appeared as though it would be a heavy downpour when it arrived. With a gentle sigh, she slipped into an alley-way, seeing a rat scuffle by but not bothering with it, for it stank, had greasy, filthy fur, and was quite skinny itself. Besides, who knew if it had eaten poison recently, and she did not want to risk swallowing any of that, even by accident. Ignoring the rat, she gave into the defeat and padded back towards the junkyard, figuring that was where the rest of the gang would be.

(I'll post with Phantom soon ^^)

[spookyemma]

→ Athena
|| Female || Second in Command of the Junkies || No Crush || With; - ||

Athena opened her brown eyes, expecting to be blinded by light. It wasn't bright at all. Had she woken up in the middle of the night? Before she fell asleep, she had to wait about an hour before her brain finally shut off and she could rest. This made her extremely tired, and she wasn't scared or worried, so waking up in the middle of the night couldn't of been a possibility. Suddenly, a great deal of thunder caused things in the junkyard to clank and clink and tumble down piles. She looked up to the sky, covered with large grey clouds. So that's what was causing the darkness, she thought. The rainclouds had just been covering the light. Athena yawned, her pink tongue unfurling. She stretched and sniffed the air, taking in the smell of the junkyard. She had gotten used to the smell of trash and dogs. It wasn't bad, it was just a familiar smell. It was her home. She stepped away from the pile of dirty and worn down sacks that she slept on, searching for any dogs to communicate with.

[Roux-]

junkie • follower • with... the pack

" t h e l i g h t s g o o u t a n d I c a n't b e s a v e d "

► Shadow sighed, and let the cool water run down his parched throat. He lifted his head, and nosed through his fur where he was kicked. A large, ugly bruised was forming under the fur, and Shadow cringed at the sight of it. He sighed, he'd speak to Fenix about finding medicine later. The pack could use some food, he thought, and left the pond. She walked back to the junkyard, and spotted Athena walking around. He figured he could use some communication. Shadow has distanced himself ever since he joined, though he didn't know why. "Hey, Athena!" Shadow said, walking over. He smiled, "How are you doing?" Shadow asked, "Oh, and do you happen to have anything for bruises?"

[Cakewalk]

★ ℘ Ｉ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ
"ｔｈｅ ｌｉｓｔｅｎｅｒ"

________________________

Five Years Old
Tagged Female Follower
"One of us is gonna be here,
And one of us is gonna be running
Off alone,
Into the great unknown."
________________________

⊱ Piper offered one last whine as she stood with her paws up on the windowsill, looking out as the faded blue car pulled out of the driveway and turned down the street, racing out of view. She had watched, miserably, as her family had packed suitcases. She had been through it all before. A vacation. There were times that she was also loaded up in the car, and they would head out down to some beach or a lake. Those were the best times with her family, and these were the worst. They had left her here alone. Of course, someone would come check on her periodically and fill her bowl up with food, but it would be a mere acquaintance to her and not someone who knew exactly where to scratch behind her ears or to snuggle up against when it got cold.

Well, she supposed it wasn't all bad. She put all four paws back on the carpeted floor and slipped through the dog door in the back of the house, looking out at her backyard. A stockade fence sat on the perimeter of the backyard, though that didn't quite matter to Piper. As an Ibizan, her long legs and fast speed nearly allowed her to jump over the thing, though it was just a bit too tall. Fortunately, she had figured a way to get out. She ran at the fence, flinging her body up at the last second and catching the higher of the beams that held up the fence. She then pulled herself up, straining the thin muscles that sit beneath her wiry pelt and hoisting her thin body over the points of the wooden fence.

And then she was sailing downward, landing in the front yard gracefully, making sure she didn't snap her fragile bones. If anyone were to find her outside of her yard, the brown leather collar that sat around her neck was a sure sign that she lived here. It read:


Piper
(362) 555 - 0413
328 Willoughby Dr.


Now over the fence and free from her own home, she pranced down the sidewalk, glancing up at the cloudy sky and wondering if anyone else was out and about this morning.

♚ 乃 Ｅ Ａ Ｕ Ｒ Ｅ Ｇ Ａ Ｒ Ｄ
"ｔｈｅ ｓｌａｖｅ"

________________________

Three Years Old
Junkie Male Follower
"Don’t want to let you down,
But I am hell bound.
Though this is all for you,
Don’t want to hide the truth."
________________________

⊱ Beau lay stretched out beside a heap of garbage, his white paws coated in a layer of mud while his one eye danced about the junkyard. Strangely enough, the male was in a better mood than he had been in the last few days, possibly because of the gathering storm clouds. He had a bad reputation, even among the junkies, and was most likely on the verge of being chased out, due to his temper that could be set off on the smallest of things. While Beau tried his best to contain his rage, and escape when he felt it boiling in his blood, sometimes it just got the better of him, and he lashed out at his pack mates. They didn't know any better. They didn't know the rugged past that had left him with one eye and a brain full of doubt. Had everything his mother had taught him been a lie? A relaxed life with humans had been. Now she was gone, and he could no longer ask what being in love really meant. Not that he cared to know the majority of the time. He had decided, after watching her get run down by a car for blindly chasing after a dog believed to be her long lost mate, that love was a foolish thing reserve only the weak, and he certainly wasn't weak.

He hoisted himself up on his four paws, one hundred and ten pounds of dog lifting off the ground. Being so big meant that while Beau was often kept away from (smaller dogs tended to be afraid of him), he needed more food than most, and it was a constant struggle to fill his yearning belly. As he started forward, bones creaking as he walked, he saw Athena and Shadow greeting one another, and he bowed his head toward them as he tumbled past. He caught the last question from Shadow's maw, but made no move to answer it. Herbs were not his strong point. In fact, growing up without an older dog to teach him these things, he knew next to nothing. Knowing that the two probably didn't want the mutt for company, he moved past, letting his nose dance over the ground in a search for food.

[amour;]

>> I have finished Angelina's form, i'm just starting on Trigger's. c: