a game of cat and mouse. open.

[prismatic]

ooc: wip. cx

[city;]

{{ and this form bombed. -_- Thanks for the compliment though! I'm glad it's liked. }}

ｗｅ ａｌｌ ｈａｖｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ａ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ ; ｈｉｓ ｉｓ 'ｉ ａｍ ＮＯＴ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｅ ＲＥＳＴ'



Death's name doesn't really suit him. Which is the ironic thing about him. Death isn't a dark, mysterious boy, bent on the death and destruction of those around him. Death's Bite is a male who loves to talk. And talk. And talk. You want to fill an awkward silence, ask Death a simple question about how his day is going, and chatter will absolutely ensue. There's just no way around it. This boy is a warm, heartfelt, rather mushy dog, who will -- at a moment's notice -- lick your tears away with that pink, slobbery tongue, and proceed to make you chuckle at least a little. Though, Death is, however, slightly annoying. His optimistic outlook on life really does tend to chew some people's patience away. Obviously, it's not intentional, but that's just what Death does. This golden retriever was born in sunny New Jersey, where he later decided to cross a bridge, just for fun [because he doesn't exactly act upon good instinct]. When he got lost, he was later found by a pack of dogs, and promptly joined, deciding against abandoning them, and booking it back to New Jersey. It's not nothing too special, actually. Though, death does have this enormous, undying crush on the female who goes by "Natasha". He would be supremely surprised if she didn't notice it.

[ ｎａｍｅ; death's bite ] [ ａｇｅ; four ] [ ｒａｎｋ; scavenger ] [ ｃｒｕｓｈ; Natasha ]

[small town.]

>> thinking of making a new character. thoughts on gender..? & also, Rex's forum is done.

[indefinite,]

{{ everyone's accepted c: you can now post! }}

{{ 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.

[fireflies.]

Ｈａｒｌｅｙ

During my life I had known the more rough hands of humans. I could be scorned for it in the pack, being a pet once but in my defence; I was far from a pampered lapdog. The hands that hit me, the hands that beat me and the hands that slapped me when I was minding my own business were all part of the club. So, eventually, I had been left with one option. When he opens the door to go outside, bolt for it. Thankfully, my first try was successful and before I knew it, I was on the street. I soon found that living as a loner was hard and being a social dog like me; I was soon lonely. It was only a few days until the scouts found a skinny dog with frightened eyes wandering through the streets. It wasn't long before the pack found me and I was given the option of joining as the rank of a scavenger which I accepted instantly. I would even rememember the words I used when I made one of the best choices of my life; 'I guess I'll join. I've got no where else to go.' Even though my days as a 'pet' were over, I would always hold a bitter and cold grudge towards any human.
A rustle from behind made me whip around, alert and ready for a fight. But the creature that emerged wasn't a threat to me, I was more a threat to it. It was a mangy stray cat, it's fur matted and a wild light in it's eyes. I knew that I probably looked like that too, except more dog-like. My paws tingled to chase it but something but something held me back. It was that fear in the creature's eyes that reminded me or myself when I was first out on the street, getting chased by other dogs. Sighing, I took a pace back, allowing the filthy cat to pass and it didn't hesitate. Yowling it's head off like it had rabies, it fled across the street with a regretful me staring after it.
If you asked me, the alpha was losing his mind when he decided who he wanted withen the pack. Like Mozart. Seriously? The anatolian shepherd might be all 'big' and 'powerful' but he definitely wasn't the brightest dog out there. Mozart was downright dumb to be plain and I made sure that I treated him like that. But he simply shrugged off or ignored my hurtful remarks while that irritated me to no ends. It was a reaction I wanted more then anything else but I could never seem to get it out of him. Was he, like, made of stone or something? Even I would have flinched at some of those comments but he never even batted an eyelid. And that Roman was beginning to get on my nerves too. Heck, could he spend one day without flirting?
But Mozart had something that I didn't have. A mate. That was probably one of the reasons I hated him so much, because I was actually jealous of the clumsy giant. That brute had one of the things I wanted more then anything else in the world but I would never admit it to any dog. I told myself dailey that I could easily get a mate if I tried, just that I didn't like anyone in the pack. But that wasn't try [and I knew it] since there was one brute in the entire pack that had caught my attention though I had rarely spoken to him. He was a total geek and it was hardly expected for someone as cold as me to fall for a brute like him. But against all odds I had a crush on Rigby, the nerd.

w.i.p.

[Guest]

ｒｉｇｂｙ.

ｔｈｅ ｇｅｅｋ ➝ ｍａｌｅ ➝ ｓｃａｖｅｎｇｅｒ ➝ ｔｗｏ ｙｅａｒｓ ➝

ｍｏｏｄ:
ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ:
ｈｅａｌｔｈ:
ｃｒｕｓｈ:

rigby nods vigorously in reply to diesel’s command, but his mind is elsewhere - more specifically, on sloane. he hasn’t seen her this morning, even after he’s woken up and checked around camp. this troubles him deeply for some reason. rigby isn’t usually the kind of dog people ask to go out on patrol for, to scout around and check things out. to be honest, he’s the kind of dog that’s kept back at camp only as a last resort. pack mates only turn to rigby if they’re in dire need of something only he can provide, which is a rarity in itself, dearth and saddening. his creamy-red fur is sticking out at odd angles at the moment, and anyone can see it. his green eyes search diesel’s amber ones for a hint of what might be happening, but all he can see is exhaustion and wariness. his paws knead the ground before he rises to his feet and follows the other dogs, too tired to ask questions. it’s unusual, the sensation of being with other dogs. he feels wildly confused by it, since only sloane cares about him enough to stick around, if truth be told. his stomach growls at him like the angry doberman he met last week - that didn’t go well. he trudges after them almost dejectedly, but his seemingly bitter mood is only a mask for how jumpy and nervous he feels.

ａｌａｓｋａ.

ｔｈｅ ｗａｎｄｅｒｅｒ ➝ ｆｅｍａｌｅ ➝ ｆｉｇｈｔｅｒ ➝ ｔｗｏ ｙｅａｒｓ ➝

ｍｏｏｄ: irritated
ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: city
ｈｅａｌｔｈ: fair
ｃｒｕｓｈ: is that a joke?

alaska rose with the sun, longing for snow beneath her paws and clinging to her fur, with the sense that change was coming, due to the fact that there was danger and warning in the air. it swirled around her like a fine mist only she could see, nebulous and vague, not specific enough for her liking. to alaska, this signified a fight to come, even if she didn’t know what it was. she’d always been a fighter, though. it was evident in the way she pushed herself, right now, out into the open and shook last night’s dreams from her pelt. in particular, a dream about the diner back in missouri. she could still taste the sweetness of the american cherry pie the owner had given her. alaska wasn’t necessarily a tough-to-the-bone, i’m-never-falling-for-anyone-ever kind of faes. she found those types irritating, but then worried that she was becoming the same way. she was young, two years old, lanky and long legged, with a lean, well-built frame and aquamarine eyes. she stretched before remembering texas. how much she missed the lone star state, and how empty this place seemed in comparison. she recalled delilah and tried not to shiver as the girl’s blue eyes were ever so vivid in her mind. alaska didn’t want pups. she was scared of having them, and she found herself to be rather plain and uninteresting already - were pups really going to change that? she padded past the railroad tracks, scents of the woods filling her up. she still felt hollow, and she didn’t know why. she leaped over a trash can and turned the corner, beginning to race. this was what alaska did best. she ran with the wind blasting through her fur, with the whole wide world stretched out in front of her like a slice of pie. she skidded to a halt before taking one step forward. and then it happened. she’d gotten her paw caught in a sewer. not necessarily the sewer itself, but the grate that was on top of it. she pulled on her paw until it had gained a small throb before deciding that the only way to fix it would be to chew off her own paw. i’m kinda hungry, she thought sarcastically. good job.

[eiznek]

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aspen raced along the empty roads on her way back to the abandoned train station where her pack was making camp. her paws skittered gravel, lightly pounding the ground, creating a steady beat. she flew across many roads and alleys, following a path that she now knew by heart. the town seemed to be embedded deep within her blood, for she knew every nook and cranny of it. ever since she was a pup she has been a stray. of course, she's still a stray but not alone. she is now a member of a pack of once-independent dogs that were formed together by the harsh lifestyle of a stray. don't get her wrong, she was perfectly fine staying a stray. she could easily handle the harsh lifestyle, for it is all she's ever known. but a lonely lifestyle it is indeed. that's a main reason why she's so independent today and able to get things done on her own. she still treasures alone time like this, running through the deserted alleys. except, it isn't always like this. usually there are humans bustling about everywhere. aspen is not comfortable around humans, for they took her parents. that's why she usually hangs around the abandoned train station among her pack, where humans stayed away from. but occasions like these for memorable and had to be treasured. although, as nice as it seemed, it was suspicious. very suspicious. something was defiantly wrong, she just couldn't put her paw on it. the stench of salt water was heavy in the air, filling her nostrils. she never enjoyed the salty tang, though the fea had gotten used to it by now.
finally the rusty red train station was in her sights. she picked up her speed, though instinctively slowed down as she passed through the gate. she would have a word with diesel about her suspicions. her eyes scanned the area as she picked out diesel from the many furry faces. she caught his eye, and just about as she was going to trot over to him he spoke her name, stating that he wanted her to lead a patrol. he had noticed too. she dipped her head to him, honored to be given the opportunity. she waited for the other dogs who's names were called to join her. daimen was already padding over, though no one else had seemed to have digested his words yet."of course," she answered, aiming her words towards diesel, then trotted towards the entrance gate as she waited for the other members of the patrol to catch up.

tags: daimen, rigby, rocket, carson, diesel

ｈｅｒｏ'ｓ ｄｕｔｙ_________________________________________________________

wip . . .

tags: alaska

[Guest]

[ bleu. - o' course. c: i'll just get up alaska's post first, though? ^-^ ]

[phenomenon]

[ Oookkaaayyy...Daimen's was longer than expected...
Natasha's is a work in progress. I don't think it was be as long as Daimen's. xD ]
[ Okay, I lied. Natasha's is about the same length. xD ]

☣ ☣-----------------------------------------------ＤＡＩＭＥＮ------------“i am a soldier in the front lines standing u n a f r a i d.”

[ brute ] - [ four years ] - [ fighter ] - [ the sinister, hard-core one ]

-----The day was warm with a cool breeze coming from the ocean. It tinged the air with saltiness in which I liked to hang my tongue out and taste. The ocean. Ever since I moved here from Yellowstone National Park, which is in Wyoming, I immediately connected here. The ocean was different. It smelled different. Before I came here, I was a forest born dog. Wild at heart, wild at soul. My father was a timber wolf, after all, so it's in my blood. But never have I smelled or seen anything as wonderous and marveling as the ocean. The Atlantic Ocean. It was like a lake. But bigger and full of the unknown.
-----I was sitting at the dock watching the waves roll and the sun come up. It was early. Very early. Most of my comrades in my pack were probably still sleeping. I was always the first one up, and the last one to fall asleep. I couldn't help it anyway. It's programmed into my brain. I sat motionless watching the sky change from a dark blue to a purplish pink. I could have been a statue for all anyone cared. A fly buzzed by my snout but I didn't even blink. It sounds if I am too tired to move, yet I'm actually ready to move at a moment's notice. One paw step, one whiff of an enemy, or even a slight sound, I'll whirl around and strike before my opponent can figure out what just happened. It was not only instinct, it was a part of me. I've learned to control my emotions. I've learned to be silent like an owl but strike as quickly as falcon. I've learned that not everyone could be trusted. I blinked at the memory that thought instigated. It wasn't a good one either.
-----I frowned slightly to shake it off. The sun was nearly up and I knew immediately something was off. I turned my head to look for the old man who always comes out at exactly this moment to fish. For some reason, this human always came early in the morning to fish. "The early bird gets the worm!" the old man used to say everytime he saw me. I keep my distance from humans and remain hostile everytime one gets close. But this man I've grown to know. I was very cold to him at first, but as the days flew by and we kept seeing each other, we both learned to keep each other's distances and we both were fine. But in the past few months, I've learned to tolerate him and he was used to me enough to attempt to "pet" me. I never liked the word "pet" whether is refers to "stroking" or "housepet". I prefer "comrade" or "companion". I snarled or snapped at him everytime he got within my mental radius of personal space. But one day, he got down on his knees and held out his hands to show he meant know harm. I still didn't trust the man but the sadness and loneliness in his eyes drew me nearer until he finally achieved to stroke me. I've forgotten how much I loved to be stroked by my owner... I used to, that is. But I won't talk about that now. Anyway, I swore on my tail that I'd protect that man with my life. No, we weren't best friends. But we were soldiers in a line of battle ready to defend our comrades. All of this flashed through my head as I searched for the old man. I sniffed but couldn't smell any fresh scents of him. Growing suspiscious, I crept off the dock with silent steps. I went by the warehouse where I often see workers always busy with some project. Today, it was deserted. I followed my usual patrol path as my suspicions grew. I wasn't too worried about the old man so I let it slide. He was just a random human. Why should I care? But it was odd he wasn't on time and the workers were gone. I stopped to glance at the sea before I moved inland again. As the sun came up, the dark blue waves churned and reflected the orange sky. Even the ocean smelled different. I knew in my gut that something was wrong.
-----But right now, it was time to return to camp. Maybe I'll talk to Diesel about it. He and I usually shared the same thoughts. I never "like" dogs. I either tolerate, ignore, or dispose of them. They are never friends. They are comrades. And for my pack, I'd die for any of them really. Unless they're doing completely stupid. Then it's their loss. As for Diesel, he wasn't really a friend, but he was closer than a comrade. An acquaintance, if you will.
-----I pondered about how to explain my suspicions to Diesel as I walked past the park and through an alleyway. I slid through a broken wire fence and leapt over a small stream. I padded silently as ever to the base camp; an old abandoned train station hideout. I snuck around the train station and came through the back way which I always took; a medium-sized crack on the back side of the train station. I manuevered around some old furniture and boxes that were now dirty junk and padded to my main sleep spot. An old lounge chair cushion in the corner with some light streaming in from side cracks. There were boxed all around me and random garbage. But I felt nonetheless secure and comfortable enough. I've been in worse anyway so I cannot complain. I laid down and closed my eyes to rest briefly before turning to today's duties. I already had a few tasks in mind.
-----I heard Diesel before he came inside. Half of myself is always alert. I've grown accustomed to it. I was up on my paws as Diesel climbed onto the counter. I was sitting on the side because I like my distance and all the dogs have learned that if they don't want to get snapped at, they remain several feet away from me.
-----I listened carefully to Diesel and learned he was suspicious of the humans too. So it wasn't just the old man or the workers. Something was up with the humans' activity and he wanted a few others and I to investigate it. I lifted my head higher when Diesel picked me out for the investigating troop. But I was a little irritated that Aspen was picked leader. Not that I have anything against her, but she wouldn't be my first choice. Nevertheless, Diesel's orders were law and I am firm when it comes to following given orders. Grunting slightly, I nodded back to Diesel to confirm his commands. I remained sitting still, waiting for Aspen to rally her group up.

tags;; aspen, diesel, rigby, rocket, carson.
layout © Phenomenon

❆ ❆---------------------------------------------------------ＮＡＴＡＳＨＡ------------“i will paralize you with o n l y my w o r d s.”

[ fae ] - [ two and half years ] - [ scavenger ] - [ the secretive, persuasive one ]

-----Run. It was the only thing that I could process in my blurred mind. I shot past burning oaks with my eyes stinging from the smoke, but wide with fear. My paws thudded the ground with a limping gait and my tail was tucked between my legs. My tongue was stinging from the burning ashes but I hung it out anyway to try to breath in the thick air. I couldn't think straight. I couldn't see. I couldn't smell. I couldn't calm myself down. The only word that could make my body move was run.
-----I managed to leap over a fallen log that was just starting to catch fire. I landed with a rasping yelp that was completely undignified but I was too crazed and my back left paw was on fire just as the whole forest around me was. My hurtin foot made me sit down and pant. I was breathing in thick smoke which made me cough out any air I had. My eyes were stinging and struggling to keep open. My lungs were wheezing and my nose was stuffed up. My ears were flat against my skull and I was shaking with shock. My home. I closed my eyes briefly to try to remember what happened. I had fallen alseep peacefully as my owners bid me good-night. The next thing I knew, I was sitting in a kitchen in flames. I flashed my eyes open with fear taking over my body again.
-----CRACK! I looked up to see I was sitting under a pine tree that was burning. Ashes fell into my eyes and hanging tongue. But I was too scared to worry about the stinging. The top half of the tree was tipping over and it was coming straight for me.
-----Thankfully, my fear stricken feet propelled me forward. If I hadn't been paralized for that half-second, I would have been fine. But I had reacted slowly, my first mistake. I heard the loud thud and crackle of burning leaves and branches as the tree crashed on where I was just sitting not too long ago. Some of the top branches caught me on my tail and I let out a horrible yelping howl. I don't know how else to describe it. I swung around to see that my tail. My amber eyes widened as it reflected the flickering orange flames eating up my tail. I was on fire.
-----I don't remember running to fast ever in my life. I was faster than a cheetah chasing it's meal and faster than a starving wolf after a fat rabbit. I was running so fast that the burning forest blurred around me as I zoomed forward. I didn't know where I was going. I only cared to get as far away as possible from the burning realm of flames.
-----I saw a lake up ahead and my hope rose. I made a bee-line for it. I could just imagine the relief of that cool water. Cleansing the ash out of my ears, nose, and-
-----CCRRRAACCCKKK! Then suddenly I glanced up to see a giant pine up in flames crack at the base as it began to tip over. It all went slow motion from there. The mass of fire falling, my eyes widening as the flames reflected in my eyes. My feet were going to fast to stop and-
-----I woke up with a gasp immediately wide awake and sitting up. I panted and my eyes bulged out from the nightmare. I looked around to see I was in my current home; a train car at the abandoned train station. I slid back down, resting my head on my paws as I tried to compose myself. It was just a nightmare, I told myself. But it wasn't at all. It happened. It was real. And this memory, as I have named many others, I have come to call a remnant. They come like flashbacks which cause headaches and trembling bodies like now. My head was pounding and my whole body was shaking from the nightmare. These remnants, I have been beginning to notice, were getting worse. More constant, more powerful, and I blacked out longer. I should talk to someone about it, yes. But I just couldn't bring myself to tell anyone about it. I mean, what would they think of me? All they see is an intelligent, tough, and determined fae who has a way with mesmerizing words.
-----I walked outside my train car shaking off the nightmare. I had it before, but it always made me wake up in cold sweat. That's also why I prefered to sleep alone. Smoothing my fur down a little as I sat at teh entrance of my train car, I looked up to see Diesel heading straight for the lounge area. He was going straight there and not looking anywhere else. I've learned to read people's emotions and I knew immediately that something was bothering him and he was going to make an announcement.
-----I trotted after Diesel and listened to him speak. I glanced around at the dogs in the room. I saw Roman stealing glances at Aspen and fidgeting a lot. Daimen was on the side standing stiffly and unemotional as ever. I frowned slightly. He was the only dog I could never get a certain reading on. My ears pricked forward back to Diesel as I heard him appoint Aspen as the group leader for this investigation. I wonder if Diesel will send out the scavengers today then? I thought. I mean, maybe he'll want to wait until the investigation is done first? I love to complete my job and I hoped it wasn't called off today.

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rank ;; scavenger
location ;; with nova in the park
mate ;; none
crush ;; none
tagged ;; nova and dixie


❝ sloane was normally a tolerant dog. she was usually good with anything, and was able to deal with what was thrown at her. but this? this was pushing it, even for bandit. she normally respected his decisions, and what he thought was reasonable, but this was just ridiculous. she was stuck with the one dog who hated females - the same gender as herself! sloane did have to admit that yes, females were annoying sometimes, but being like this towards every one was just absurd. but sloane being sloane, she wouldn't say anything about it. she would take it as it was and hope she didn't rip the fae's head off.
walking along the sidewalk of the city, sniffing out a loner with the ever angered fae nova lights, her mind wandered to other things. that morning, when she rose with the sun as always, when she stepped out of the train she slept in, something felt off. what it was, she had no idea, but she knew she wasn't the only one who felt. she could tell diesel and bandit both sensed something. something dangerous she was sure, but neither knew what. that's why the party of dogs with aspen as leader left earlier to sniff out what happened to all of the humans that usually resided on the beach. it was strange, sloane had to admit. she knew the air felt different, that the sky seemed more ominous, and that the water seemed much more darker, more dangerous. something was brewing, but what, she hadn't a clue.
sloane wasn't an old dog, nor was she wise beyond her years like some dogs she knew were. no, she wasn't any of that, but she was smart. she was smart in ways some weren't. she noticed things - things that might have otherwise been overlooked. and what she saw now, looking out into the cit, toward the big water, was frightening. it seemed as if the humans were leaving, but why? she had no answers, and neither did her pack.
as she walked alongside nova, acutely aware of the little snarls of annoyance, and especially of the growl that emitted from the red fae when sloane's paw had slipped on the curb, she had to hold in her anger. she was calm, she was peaceful. at least, she had to keep telling herself that to keep from lunging at the fae next to her. when they came to the park where the loner had been spending time, it didn't take long to spot her. she was lounging under the slide in the children's part of the park - looking quite content, if you asked sloane. hearing the sarcasm in nova's tone, belittling her, angered sloane. before she could stop herself, she quickly spit a retort with just as much sarcasm and attitude. why? are you scared... nova lights? she couldn't help but also use nova's full name, throwing in a smirk as well. hell, sloane could have attitude as well, if you pushed her far enough. i mean... i can do it if you don't think you're capable. after all, this is our territory. we don't want to humiliate the pack. winking at the red fae, sloane then began walking toward the loner at a casual pace, flicking her tail. she knew nova would follow, it was just a matter of time. ❞
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rank ;; fighter
location ;; with the pack
mate ;; none
crush ;; none
tagged ;; none


❝ the sun rose as it always did, and roman followed it per usual. paws firmly planted, muscles stretched, muzzle ajar as a yawn escaped. roman woke himself up by shaking himself till he was dizzy, snorting when he did so. finally, when he felt he was presentable (a snort at that), he emerged from the cabin of he train to see several dogs already out and about. what do they do with their lives? work? he snorted at that last thought, shaking his head slightly at himself. as his paws thudded on the ground, he glanced around, his eyes settling on diesel as he disappeared into the lounge area. curiosity egging him on, he followed suit, as did several other dogs.
when he entered the large room, diesel was already atop the counter and speaking. roman was only half listening, as he was eyeing the female closest to him. he tried remembering her name, but it alluded him. it starts with an a... ash? no, aspen? yeah, that's it he thought smugly to himself, proud that he figured it out. her name was aspen, and it appeared that she was to lead the group diesel was forming. something about the humans acting different and whatnot - he didn't exactly pay attention. of course, it was alway hard for roman to focus when females were around, as they always took his attention away. it was pathetic, really. how soppy this brute could get if the situation, or female, warranted it.
as the group that diesel numbered off surrounded aspen, roman, slipped out of the lounge area and made his way toward an empty train cab, smaller than the ones they slept in. there was a stump of a tree, just a stump, next to it, which made it possible to get on top of the train. leaping up there, roman wasn't surprised to see many dogs who weren't sent out to do jobs for bandit and diesel milling about. some were playing, some were lounging same as him, and some were eating whatever they found out in the streets. it was a hard life, if resources were scarce, but they were a pack, a family, and that was what mattered.❞
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