a game of cat and mouse. open.

[city;]

[ I'd like to apologize for how long this took. I've been going through an extremely rough time that I'm praying will be over soon. Depending on how often I'm up at the hospital with my phone is how often I'll be able to post. I"m really sorry if I end up letting anybody down. I promise to post at least once a week. Thanks,

city;]

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Star couldn't think this early in the morning. The wind, yowling it's screechy song, the cars, honking away, and blaring their horns out of bitter anger, that was all but fake; she could tell. So, it was Star's duty to drag herself out of her (somewhat) warm pad, and get to work. Her simply colored paws dug their scratched and dirtied claws into the cement, as she arched her back, and stretched in some sort of tired, and rather bored way. Star didn't mind that she wasn't looking her best at that exact time, because when one is in a tight pack like she was, they'd all seen each of the dogs in worse condition. More her than usual lately, quite frankly. It wasn't exactly her fault though. Star had (and always would) put her pack's well beings' above her own, just because that was how she is. Though, do not confuse her as self-less; this was just a mere duty to small clan -- a natural instinct to salvage, and keep whatever was going on alive. To keep them together, fed, watered, and somewhat happy. The gang had been feeling a little bit under the weather recently, and she felt a little sad about it. But how could one measly dog do anything? What could she do?

Nothing, by her books.

So, instead of sitting around, and not even attempting to do anything, Star left her den, her claws clicking along the cement as she trotted along, looking to see if anybody was awake yet. Of course, she was in luck. There were a few scavengers and hunters awake and about. She noted Diesel, Natasha, Sloane, and a few more that she had associated with in her short past. But none of them were really close to her. She didn't have very many friends, but made a point to get along with most of them. She watched a male that she knew [Roman Empire she believed] walk past her in a stupor, so she called out a quick, "Good morning!" to the dog, before moving along. Of course, she was slightly hungry, and the smells that attacked her sensitive nose didn't really assist her in controlling that urge. It merely made her mouth water and twinge with the desire to eat. She sniffed a few times, her tail swishing behind her in a half-raised position; one that indicated she wasn't upset, nor was she in a dominant position in their pack.

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Death was bored, and had been for the past three hours. Of course he was; wouldn't any-dog be if they couldn't sleep, and ended up sitting on the edge of camp, contemplating the dumbest things that life could come up with, like why did humans call dogs pets, when a normal animal could run away, and why didn't the dog run away, and enjoy pack life like he did? Death supposed that it was just because they were lazy, and weren't hard-workers like he was. But of course, everything he thought of had a small tie to himself, because that's how he was; if it didn't have anything to do with him, or it wouldn't in the near future, Death really just didn't care.

But who was to blame him? He was brought up that way; a carefree pup, with his mommy to take care of him until he was almost three whole years old. No independence, no separation -- he didn't even stop drinking milk until he was a year and a half old, for his mother's sake! This dog was simply a little female at heart. And there wasn't anything that any outside source could do to change this.

But because of his somewhat clingy and rather hug-able aspect of him, most would probably think of Death as a bit of a dopey pup. He's the kind of dog that nobody would trust with more than a menial task, like grooming himself. And even then, most had to direct the lab as to where to do this! A few times, he would just drop in the middle of their meal, and clean the most intimate places, causing a bit of a commotion, accompanied by many nasty looks and a few pups loosing their meals. Death wasn't aware of a 'personal bubble' by any means. Most just avoided the Labrador as often as they could. But still, there was one exception; Roman Empire. That dog seemed to find Death's idiotic manner amusing, and the two of them had often joked with each other, so when he awoke, Death was down by his side immediately. "Morning, Roman!" Death greeted cheerfully.

[kryptonite;]

before i continue on with my form for my female, can you guys help me choose a picture for her?
one.two.three. }

[gizmo,]

before i continue on with my form for my female, can you guys help me choose a picture for her?
one.two.three. }

|| i like the first one c: ||

[eiznek]

i'm going to try writing in first person, so sorry if my post seems a bit awkward. ^.^

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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

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i race through the abandoned streets, leaping over metal cans and dodging hunks of shiny cold metal. no human roamed the streets today. racing wildly like this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for a dog. the salty wind felt like no other as it went through my thick fur. i felt childish... like a puppy. as if i was invincible... no one could hurt me. touch me. i was free. a red hunk of metal that the humans drive was blocking my path. i took an enormous leap, landing on top of the vehicle, my paws scrabbling for a hold on the slick metal. looking out, i felt like king of the world. or in this case, king of the small town by the ocean. straightening up my posture, i held my chin up high and let out a howl. not a long, sorrowful one, more like one of poor man who found riches. it was not only then did i realize how unusual this was. no humans? there were always humans. the air smelt more like the sea then it ever has. it was thick and suffocating. and only now did i notice this. the world's worries seemed to come down heavy on my shoulders and i felt like a fool for being so childish, thinking that everything was alright in the world. nothing was ever right. all good things seemed to end with death. that's how my life plays out, has played out. lowering my head, i leaped off of the vehicle. i felt heavier then i did racing through the town. i did feel light and heavy, no cares in the world. but now? i feel like the weight of the world rests upon my shoulders. what a fool i am.
i had only started walking back when i come across alaska. i couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her. she had managed to get her paw stuck in the sewer grate. my ears perked instinctively and my head tilted to the side."you alright over there?" i called over to her. trotting over, i take a good look at her paw. she had really jammed it in there. it had begun to bleed, so she has obviously already tried to yank it out. honestly, i had no idea what to do or how to get it out. softly i nosed the paw, attempting to softly nudge it our or to atleast loosen the grip on it. the smell of blood was overwhelming, even for just a trickle down the pawpad. nudging the paw had definitely helped loosen, but it wasn't enough to get it out. ever so gently, i took her paw carefully in my jaw and tug on it. i carry on this process until the paw was free from the sewer grate. proudly, i back up and admire my work. i give alaska a smile."there you go," i say to her as my tail wagged slowly. i couldn't help but notice her beauty, but most of all her eyes. they seemed to suck me in to this other world. though i quickly snapped out of. how about you just start off by waiting for her response, doofus? the inner voice in my head seemed to taunt me.

tags: alaska

[insignificance]

Ｈａｙｄｅｎ

[prismatic]

ooc: sorry for being slow. uhm - if anyone wants to interact with seren, yeti or sonnet let me know!

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[ spacebound rocket ] [ female ] [ no current crush ] [ tagged: aspen, diesel ]

rocket traveled along the abandoned train bridge at a rather relaxed and slow pace. she was simply observing the surroundings that herself and the others she knew had come to call home for the time being. sure it was different for some to adjust to if they'd been fairly new to being a stray but herself was quite the opposite. she'd been born without a cozy and warm home. both her two kin didn't last through the winter as she had. it was just herself and her mother as the spring rolled around. that was short-lived though as her mother was shot by a drunk and careless human who had been out hunting as she guessed. that was several years ago though and rocket had wised up and moved on from it. the happening had caused her to be tough when trusting someone but nobody could really blame her. people lie - it's unavoidable. it's just about finding the ones who are worth going through it - needless to say the dogs she was with now could have quite possibly been such a thing. upon hearing diesel bark out an order her pace increased into a run. brown muddy paws traveled lightly as their nails clicked against the wooden pieces of the overgrown bridge. on the outside rocket appeared to be very ignorant and foolish but that was almost a polar opposite. it was just her appearance that gave off that she could be hostile. most thought nothing of an animal that was mixed - it was always the shiny purebreds that the humans seemed to want. not that she minded - she was quite content with her life as it was. finally she came across the large red bricked building of the abandoned train station. that's where diesel was - she knew that. upon walking in she caught his instructions and nodded in thought. that wouldn't be a problem. it was one of rocket's favorite things. going off in a group to scout and inspect things out for the pack. "alright. will do." she called out before walking over to where aspen was and stood silently as she waited any further instructions she might need from the fellow dog.

[indefinite,]

{{ quoting diesel's because certain others need to reply or havent seen it. working on nova's reply to sloane right after school. school's getting in the way for me, for all of us i think. lets hope that once the weekend hits this could become active once more <3 }}

__Ｎｏｖａ Ｌｉｇｈｔｓ.__

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

ｄｅａｒ ｎｏｖａ,

ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｅｓ.

ｆｒｏｍ,

ａｎｏｎｙｍｏｕｓ.

-----i tried my best to keep back a snarl of defiance, because surely this fae hadn't the slightest idea just who she was messing with, but i did permit a snort. i lifted my chin, narrowing my amber eyes towards the australian shepherd. i dispised the usage of my full name over females, perticuarly like this one, anyday. i leapt atop a curb and found myself looking down apon her; it was just the way i liked it. "oh, please. anyone with a right mind could see im just trying to help you pick up your lacking status a little more. i mean, you'd think you'd want to prove everybody wrong in thinking you were a coward by being first to confront the big bad loner, but if its too frightning for you i'll step in. don't want to humiliate the pack now do we?"
-----i felt a bit evil repeating what she had said in a snarky comment, but a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do, am i right? i quickened my pace, and as i passed her i stared at her and apart of me felt as it i was still on that curb, or perhaps even a park bench, glare as cold as ice as i looked down apon her. but of course, we were practically the exact same height. i curse my breed. i wish i were an irish wolfhound instead.
-----i padded past sloane, taking it apon myself to confront the loner first. walking close to her, i noticed she was a skinny thing, spinly black and white fur actually neatly kept, for a loner anyhow. she had almond brown eyes that sort of matched my fur in this fierce lighting. but as i neared closer and stepped into the shade with the border collie, i saw they were more like the color of my nose: liver. "welcome to the dark side, darlin'. where's your proof of admittion?" i used trickery in my words, but they resembled more like metaphors. i looked down at the loner, eyebrows raised and shoulders tense. a warning perhaps.

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.

[apathy,]

{ can i have a recap?!
sorry i've been helping people fix their problems.
it's rather fun and a little exhausting.
but i'm free now. ;)

[small town.]

C A R S O N ☞
when are you going to stop trying to figure me out, darling?
N O O N E K N O W S M Y G A M E

don't worry about me; i'll be fine
afterall, i always am.
~
what's your gender, darling? ; female
how many years of wisdom? ; two and a half
who has stolen your heart? ; my heart is in a safe
what are you doing? ; preparing to go on a patrol
tags? ; daimen, rigby, rocket, diesel, aspen

❝ I was doing everything possible in order to isolate my self from the group as we lounged freely amoung this old and abandoned train. The smell of aged metal and rust was overpowering as it filled my nose, the smell of rats was also apparent, but the noticeable scent was the one of dogs. The one of us. The day was fairly young, and although there was much promise for further events, the mood I was in prohibited me from thinking about enjoying any of these future events. As I looked around at the others, my frame cool and collected as it was layed down next to the rusted iron horse, I began to doze off, in fact, I almost fell asleep once. Gently, I would catch as glance with the soothing sunlight outside; I knew it would scream at my crystal blue eyes to flutter open, and they did every time. I thoroughly undertstood that this wasn't suppsoed to happen, but what could I say? I was exhausted to say the least, and I needed some rest. Not another schedule overloaded with things I was expected to do. No. I wasn't in the mood for a quota, but i would do whatever I was told, because as long as I had protection and a place to sleep, I was glad to be entitled to doing anything to help. It was odd, I thought, that as soon as I had let the thought slip from my mind, the anxious-to-get-going Diesel was already confronting Aspen about leading the patrol. Although it didn't show, the fact that he had appointed her of all dogs had bothered me. Diesel was probably like others, after the most beautiful female, giving her authority in order to be some sort of obnoxious flirt. It didn't bother me as much as I thought it would, but it still did to some degree. I understood I wasn't drop dead beautiful. I was one they would say had a 'pretty face that you would remember', but I wasn't 'so beautiful that the sun would be jealous of how bright I shined'. I was strong and useful, able to remember tactics and such. I was also brave, another nice trait to have, but because of my ways, I wasn't considered the most 'lady-like' of the pack. I was glad, because I was unusual. Unnoticed, but unusual.

When Aspen began to walk over to the exit, I quickly followed, instantly catching up with her. As I passed Diesel, I managed a friendly smile and dipped my head, trotting past him easily and smoothly. I yawned, trying to make it go unnoticed that I was exhausted, for I didn't want to make it seem like I was uncapable of doing certain tasks. As long as I was concerned, I'd try to rule the world in the most non-evil way possible. This made me chuckle. I looked at Aspen, a certain glitter in my eyes, and I smiled. I wanted her to understand that I was friendly, even if she hadn't caught the seemingly-offputting vibe I had released a few minutes ago. I believed that reputation was very important. Not popularity {honestly, what does it do for you in the end?}, but reputation. Reputation was what it all came down to, who was a good dog, who was not a good dog, who was loyal, who was honest, who was a traitor. You know, simple stuff. ❞

>> Sorry, bit of a writer's block. I hope you don't mind me writing in first person as well. Also, Rex is open, and I'm still looking for suggestions as to what gender and breed my new character should be c:

[Guest]

ｒｉｇｂｙ.

ｔｈｅ ｇｅｅｋ ➝ ｍａｌｅ ➝ ｓｃａｖｅｎｇｅｒ ➝ ｔｗｏ ｙｅａｒｓ ➝

ｍｏｏｄ: nervous
ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: outside of camp
ｈｅａｌｔｈ: pretty good
ｃｒｕｓｈ: none

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.

tags;; daimen, rocket, diesel, aspen, carson

ａｌａｓｋａ.

ｔｈｅ ｗａｎｄｅｒｅｒ ➝ ｆｅｍａｌｅ ➝ ｆｉｇｈｔｅｒ ➝ ｔｗｏ ｙｅａｒｓ ➝

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

alaska narrows her eyes in hero’s general direction, licking blood from her wound. it’s small, but alaska knows that she’ll be walking with a limp for a while. her icy blue eyes roll back in irritation. “did i look fine?” she asks cynically, giving him an are-you-serious kind of look. she has always been wary of other dogs’ motives, and it’s easily seen in the way she holds herself around hero - rigid, tense, prepared to run. she’s a beautiful dog, but doesn’t seem to know it or use it to her advantage. hero is a fellow fighter, but she’s never really talked to him, nor does she intend to today, when something in the air has changed and she can no longer smell the sweet, nostalgic lilacs that grow in a basket nearby the baker’s shop, nearly hidden by the wisteria, since that part of the city is so close to the railroad that it’s abandoned by now. her paws long to race from him, to stray so far from the path that she’ll never get back onto it. she feels her shoulders become taut and wind up with the effort it takes to remain here, staring at him, not fleeing as she was before. alaska has never been a great believer in the supernatural - never can she be seen wishing on stars - but she feels as if getting caught in the sewer grate is a sign. maybe she’s supposed to be here?

tags;; hero