a game of cat and mouse. open.

[indefinite,]

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---ａｌｌ ｍｙ ｅｄｇｅｓ
---ｈａｖｅ ａｌｗａｙｓ
---ｂｅｅｎ ｒｏｕｇｈ．
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❝I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴄᴇ, I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴇᴀʀʟs, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
ᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟs. Bᴜᴛ
ʟɪғᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ, ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴏʀ. Aɴᴅ
I ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴏʀᴇ.
Tʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ I sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ғᴀᴛᴇ, ᴅɪᴅ ᴍᴇ
ᴀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ.❞

partial setup credit to c a r p e . diem.
rest goes to me.
images go to rightful owners.

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Ａｎｄ ｗｅ ｒａｎ ｌｉｋｅ Ｗｉｎｄ．

------ｉ'ｖｅ ｂｅｅｎ ｄｏｉｎｇ ｔｈｉｓ ｆｏｒ ｔｏｏ ｌｏｎｇ．

ｂｕｔ ｎｏｗ， ｉ'ｍ ｓｔａｒｔｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｂｅｌｏｎｇ．

[ semi-literate ] - [ stray ] - [ dogs ] - [ roleplay ]

------- he didn't trust him. not with his life anyways, and he had good reason to, no doubt in anybody's mind. he kept his pace slow so he was no longer walking besides the alpha. he matched his pace with the beta instead. "diesel. if he had a right mind he'd use it. what's gotten into him?" the other brute took a ponder to this, finding him reluctant to tell the scout. it wasn't a secret, but it wasn't his place to tell his alpha's theory either. but it wouldn't be betrayal, and it wasn't like he went about his way to share it with a fellow, right?
-----"he believes there's a place of safety, a place we can all be safe while the big storm passes. he can feel it in his bones, the new chill of the wind, how the tides to the east are gathering. he doesn't think its just any normal storm like before. he thinks this is something bigger than that, bigger than all of us." the scout pulled his ears back flat against the side of his broad skull, lowering his head, but not his eyes. the beta knew what he was thinking. "yeah, even bigger than the humans."
-----the scout closed his eyes for a moment, letting it wash over him. "he doesn't thin we'll make it, does he?" the scout opened his eyes once more, meeting the beta's soft stare. diesel shook his head in sorrow. the scout knew what that meant. this was no ordinary storm. dogs were going to die and he just may be one of them. there was nothing he could do.

this is for the dogs who lost their lives during the recent hurricane sandy. but this is their
story before it all happened. this is before they all died.

[indefinite,]

Ｓｅｅｋｅｒｓ ｂｙ Ｄａｙ.

ａｌｐｈａ ｍａｌｅ
bandit.

ｂｅｔａ ｍａｌｅ
diesel engine.

ｓｃｏｕｔ ｍａｌｅ
superman.

ｆｉｇｈｔｅｒｓ
roman empire.
rex.
reserved - stone.
mozart.
hero's duty.
daimen.
bentley.

ｓｃａｖｅｎｇｅｒｓ
rigby.
shakespears sonnet
colfax.
death's bite.
reserved for aqua.
minnesota yeti.
hayden.

ｍａｌｅ ｌｏｎｅｒ
reserved for turtle.

ａｌｐｈａ ｆｅｍａｌｅ
reserved alpha's mate.

ｂｅｔａ ｆｅｍａｌｅ
reserved for beta's mate.

ｓｃｏｕｔ ｆｅｍａｌｅ
reserved stone.

ｆｉｇｈｔｅｒｓ
phoenix.
carson.
alaska.
aspen.
mollie.
sweet serendipity.
shooting star.

ｓｃａｖｅｎｇｅｒｓ
nova lights.
slow me down.
reserved for turtle.
harley.
natasha.
reserved for aqua.
spacebound rocket.

ｆｅｍａｌｅ ｌｏｎｅｒ
dixie.

ｃｒｕｓｈｅｓ
death likes natasha.
star likes colfax.

ｍａｔｅｓ
none.

ｋｉｎ
dixie and colfax are siblings.

Ｒｕｎｎｅｒｓ ｂｙ Ｎｉｇｈｔ.

[indefinite,]

Ｙｏｕ ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｈａｖｅ ｓｔａｙｅｄ， Ｋｉｄ.

→ all of tess's and nick's rules apply.
→ my word is law here.
→ this is a semi-literate roleplay. minimum is two paragraphs.
→ give credit where credit is due.
→ use your own form. it flaunts creativity.
→ please join with a male. if you dont i'll be less likely to accept you.
→ i reserve the right to not accept someone or kick them out of my roleplay.
→ i adore drama, just not without my permission.
→ no scene, emo, or anime. im not against them, they just dont fit the plot.
→ strive to be realistic, even in a fantasy roleplay. no crazy powers or insane hair/ eye colors.
→ age range is 3-8 + no pregancies.
→ if you make two+ charries, use them! dont favor a charrie over another.
→ reservations are reservations. first come first serve.
→ please dont have your characters fall for eachother. branch out!
→ you may come with a pre set relationship or crush.
→ include the following in your form: the basics, personality, image of character, face character, creativity, position you've reserved, preset crush/ relationship, and the quote 'i'm not like the rest'.
→ stay active if you join. i mean, seriously.
→ no images or fontmeme within posts, sorry.
→ no powerplaying or godmodding. its iritating.
→ romance isnt the whole point of this roleplay, so dont make it.
→ have fun c: roleplaying is made for fun.

[indefinite,]

ｏｐｅｎ // ｃｌｏｓｅｄ

[indefinite,]

extra post~

[indefinite,]

Ｎｏｖａ Ｌｉｇｈｔｓ．

[indefinite,]

Ｄｉｅｓｅｌ

Ｅｎｇｉｎｅ

[indefinite,]

[small town.]

I 'M N O T L I K E T H E R E S T

the wonderer
You're gone gone gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you.

C A R S O N is my name. Don't ask why, I didn't name myself. I bet the first thing you'd question about me is my gender, but rest assured- I'm all female. My owner named me Carson thinking I was a male with no..'parts' yet, but I wasn't, and so I got stuck with Carson. No, I'm not in love with it, but at the same time I'm not too sure that I hate it. When I introduce myself, many other dogs think I'm a male, and it automatically gains me respect {I'm not sure whether to be offended or not}. Other times, you can see the feminine face I have without knowing my name to be able to tell that I am in fact of the female gender. When I hear it, it reminds me of a palce that I used to wander off to when I was younger, a little wooded area next to my quarters, with a little creek and a bunch of rocks. It always seemed to whisper my name.
A G E I am two and a half. Not exactly though. I know I was born sometime around Spring; as a puppy I remember chasing butterflies into patches of flowers while the wind whispered 'you too can fly'. I love the spring, it's magic in it's own sense. Winter has it's white magic, but everything about the springtime is magic.
G E N D E R As explained earlier, I am nothing more or less than a female. Fae. Femmie. Girl. However you want to put it, that's what I am. Proud to be, by the way. You can tell my gender by the structure of my face, as the breed I represent differs in size from male and female.
B R E E D German Shepherd. Purebred. Not bragging, but I am. You see a lot of German Shepherds now a days in the streets, I don't know why, but they are popular as strays. I guess you could say I like being a shepherd; my coat isn't the same as everyone else's like it would be if I was a lab or something. I can express myself in my own way. I don't know, I just like it.
H E I G H T 25 inches at the shoulder. I am large, but that's good, because when you're as tall as some males it's kind of easier to manage yourself around them protection wise. I am tall, but only for a female. If I was a male I might be a little short, so I guess in a way I'm almost average.
W E I G H T I weigh 75 pounds. I'm rather lean, most of my weight being muscle. I've never been fat, that's why my skin isn't as loose as the breed's normally is.
C O A T C O L O R Traditional black and tan. My tanned coat catches color in the sunlight easily, causing highlights of yellows and sometimes platinum to reflect when I lounge in the sunlight or whatever. I have a black saddle and a blackish mask, as well as the top part of my tail being black as well. Like I said, I'm a traditional shepherd; nothing special.
O V E R A L L A P P E A R E N C E A little larger, a little leaner. I'm the slightest bit more masculine than feminine. The oddest thing about me would probably be my hazel eyes; that's a little bit of a rarity in my breed. I have the same curved tail that fits in the crevices of my hips when I trot, I have the same extended back legs when I walk. I'm just a shepherd with a few traits that others don't have, but everyone's different.

Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon.

P E R S O N A L I T Y You'd be better off figuring me out, but I don't mind telling you what to expect.
Generally I'm in a good mood. I'm not a bratty person; I don't cry or whine over things that don't need whining or crying over. To be honest, you'll never catch my whining over anything. I obey my Alphas and respect them; they're a higher rank than I am for a reason, so they deserve to be respected for their hard work. So, you could say I'm respectful to those who deserve it, and to those who respect me.
I guess you could say I'm one who lives on the 'You get what you give' theory. If you're extremely rude, I won't be afraid to be extremely rude back. I'm not really afraid of anything (well, so far). As far as only being two, you could describe me as mature. I don't play with my butt in the air, I don't play fight. The most playful you'd probably get out of me is through my tone and my words. I'm not so disciplined that I don't like to have fun, because I do. I like having company around me to share moments with, and most of all, I love making memories.
I'm loyal and It's hard for me to let go of something or abandon it after a long time. I don't know if that's good or not, because sometimes I think of the past too much and I don't like it at all.
Reality is easy to get along with in my terms. I'm probably the most realistic person you'll ever meet, and you'd better be thankful for that, because more often then not dogs need wake up calls. I'm the type of person to look at your mistake and tell you, "See kid, you screwed up, you shouldn't of done this, and you shudda done this-". You need to learn from your mistakes by memory, but most of all you need to learn form your mistakes. I don't understand how someone could exceept gifts from others. It seems appropriate, but what gives you the right to accept something from someone that they spent their own sweat finding or creating? Makes no sense, and I have never been apart of it. The only gift I've ever excepted is the gift of life, and I wasn't aware that I accepted it willingly.
Working for something is a neccessity. Why wouldn't you want to? Once you accomplish something, the feeling you recieve is extravagant. So why not work?
If you're interested in getting on my bad side, how about being one of those dogs that thinks they're the prettiest little thing in the world. I'd dominate you, so I'd wipe the smirk off of my face if I were you. You may end up with tall, dark, and handsome, but you'll never be worth anything after you let your body degrade and get old after a litter or two. You'll rot away, all while I'm working at keeping myself together, keeping my pack together, keeping my family together. So be ready, because whoever you are, I'm waiting right here at the end of the road to poison you with reality.
I'm critical, not judgemental. Huge difference. See, I go by the facts, not what I like or don't like about you. I'm sure someone's going to appriciate that one day, all though many don't.
I'm not much of a sucker for love. I've never felt the warm sensations or tingling feelings that I've heard from so many other dogs. Until then, it's all a myth, because like I said- I go by the facts, and facts never lie.
Honesty is a huge part of my life. I try to always be honest, although sometimes that's hard. Sometimes, it's best not to be honest, so sometimes I don't. Secrets were created for a reason, and I'm not one to waste available recourses. Especially if they're in my favor.
P E T P E E V E S I'd have to say that the thing that bugs me the most is when dogs think that they can get by without doing any work. I will say something, because I don't believe in free charity. You should have to work for everything you get.
Secondly, I despise whiners. I would rather cut each of my ears off, eat them, and then get hit by a car. Whiners do not deserve to live, it means that they do not appriciate what's been given to them. It's called 'deal with it'. I suggest you do it.
Wolves that disobey the Alphas. They have every right to exile you, so I don't understand why you'd want to express any disrespect towards them.
S T R E N G T H S I am strong in willpower. I believe that I can do anything within my abilities. If it were in my abilities, I'd conquer the world.
I am a very good fighter. Not to boast, but I am naturally a good fighter. My body was built like a fighter's therefore I am. It just happens to be a bonus that I enjoy fighting almost as much as I do living, and I enjoy giving a good punishment when deserved. I am nimble, so agility and speed are very dead talents to me. it also makes me a good hunter when I get the chance to spot a rat or something.
W E A K N E S S E S Reality often makes me a pessimist. I tend to look more on the downside, because like I said; I believe in honesty. It's important to e realistic, because that protects you from dreaming of things that will never be. I'm not much of a flirt either, although I do like to spend time with male rather than female, I rarely flirt. When I do, you might miss it, but it's a shot in the dark for me.

Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep.

R A N K I am a proud fighter. I'd defend my pack at any cost, and I'm extremely interested in things like combat and tactics. Don't ask why, I'm not sure. It's an adrenaline rush for me and I'm absolutely addicted to everything about it.
C R U S H By now, I'm determined love isn't meant for me. I'm in the same group of dogs since I was little, and nothing has happened. I'm just not going to put anymore thought into it, and whatever i feel happens; though I will not call it a 'crush'. Crushing is what you do to someone's bone, not their heart.
M A T E I don't have a mate now. I would like that to happen, because life is always better with someone to share it with, but I won't die if I found out I was meant to be by myself. There's a reason for everything afterall.
O F F S P R I N G I'm only two and a half, I haven't even had my second heat cycle. I'm not sure that I'm ready for the experiences that having pups comes with. Maybe when my body is a little more mature and I have a mate I'll consider, but that's a lot of work and it tears your body apart. .

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry
Our bodies safe to shore.

____

Don't give yourself away
Don't live your life that way
Of course she's gonna say anything you want

Rex. Plain and simple, one syllable, just how I like it. It doesn't really mean anything, but in a way it does describe me. Simple and short, down to the point. No t's or i's to cross or dot. Just Rex. I don't know who named me, my mother or father, all I know is that this is my name, nothing more nothing less. What you see is absolutely everything that you'll get. I'm 4, almost five. I was born in the auntumn, I remember because my mother used to tell me that dogs always changed like the leaves; the leaves where I was born. I would say that I was mature for my age, but I am at the peak of maturity, so it's kind of expected. I guess the word to use would be 'wise'. That's basically what I'm composed of, bone, leg, a few pounds of muscle, and maturity. I'm a doberman, so it's kind of predictable, as it's a breed trait to be well composed. My history isn't normal, but it isn't as tragic as it could be. I fell in love. When I was two, I was roaming by myself. There was a girl, a collie, who I found starving. I took her under my wing to find that she was the same age as I. I spend 2 years with her together, loving her, and about a month ago I found out that she was going to have my children. Until I woke up one morning with no one next to me. No one was there. I panicked and I looked around, asking frantically about her. Many confirmed that she just got up and left. It was over like that.
I wasn't a huge romantic, but I knew the tender touches she loved, the way I looked at her. I didn't have to say that I loved her. You could say that I'm still recovering, because I am. I see a lot of collies, and I embarrass myself, because everytime I happen to see one, I find myself getting lost in time just staring, just making sure it wasn't her. I'm hopeless, everyone says. No hope in saving me. I joined a band of stray dogs to take my mind off of things and to keep me productive. I don't talk much. I just think. Think about what could've been. What would you do if you found out your love was carrying your children and she just left you? I don't know what to think.

Now I just roam with my pack, I follow orders and I pay attention. I think. I wonder. I'm not hostile, and when I do speak I am friendly. I'm just injured; mentally.

You've gotta stand for
Something or you'll
Fall for anything;

You'll fall for anything.

[gizmo,]

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{ sloane }{ female }{ scavenger }{ the loyal one }

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