ᶫᶦᵃʳ⋅ {Stray Dogs} Open + Accepting - Limited Spots

[exousia]

Could I reserve a female loner and a male scavenger? I'll have their forms up as soon as I can.

[anxiety).]

{@Owl ;; >< I think Tala's picture is a wolf, and what rank is she? cx Other than that, accepted

@.Nettle|:. >< Sure c:

-- tokyo.

[Pandle]

Hi guys,

hope you're all enjoying the roleplay. I'd just like to remind everyone that posting images/links/fontmeme/glitter graphics etc etc in every post is spam and not allowed. Unfortunately it causes the server to slow down so folk like me, who use technology from the last ice-age, struggle to load the pages. You can use them in forms because they're one off posts, but please refrain from using them constantly.

If you have queries or concerns you're welcome to send me a message asking, I promise I don't bite.
Pandle.

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{@Owl ;; >< I think Tala's picture is a wolf, and what rank is she? cx Other than that, accepted

@.:|Nettle|:. >< Sure c:

-- tokyo.

- I don't even know, it came up when I typed dog. I think it's a native American indian dog. Which is a mix of four dogs. O: -

[anxiety).]

{@Pandle >< Sorry :c I knew I was forgetting something the rules .~.

@Owl ;; >< It may be... I think I already asked this, but what ran is Tala? It says she is a 'Richie'...?

-- tokyo.

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- Oops, I forgot to change that, but you can give her whatever rank you need. (: I don't mind any of them. But the richie is from my dog role-play.. I started it yesterday and I already want to close it. T_T In the rule it states that it is semi-lit. 5 or more sentences.. >.> Most of them listen. Any who, if you want me to change the picture for Tala, I can. (: -

[laila,]

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'Tom Tom,' 'Tommy' or 'Tom.'

tagged: no-one.
crush: "excuse me?"
rank: lead hunter.
location: here there and everywhere.
OOC: I'm ill, I won't be on for a while :c

A single light reflected into a small car the lay abandoned in a field, there was a small thud followed by a groan as something rather large slipped off the back seat, "That could've gone better" Tom muttered rather sleepily, his heavy forepaws suddenly hitting the window ledge and pulling him upright onto his hind legs with a small amount of effort. The young dog gave a small yawn and threw himself through the window and onto the squishy earth outside the car, his black and white fur shone in the sun as he bounced into the air and in the direction of camp, he had gone looking for some food and simply got a little distracted which was not his fault.

Tom padded into camp as quietly as he could manage, to his knowledge nearly everyone was here except for a few. Tom pulled back his ears, turned on his heels and sprinted off towards the field where - after a while of searching - he caught sight of a small rabbit, it didn't seem right to return without any food so he shook out his fur and bounded after it.

[exousia]

Sorry their pasts are so similar, I've lost my creative genius.
Faithless is a loner and Nekoda is a scavenger ^^




{"Hmm... well, my name is Faithless, of course. I suppose its not a very inviting name, but I like the image it portrays me as; not exactly faithless, but independent. I have only one nickname I will tolerate, and that is 'Faith'. I find it a bit ironic because Faith and Faithless are the complete opposite. I am one hundred percent female, thank the Lord, and I am three and a half years old. I'm a collie and I was raised on a farm to herd sheep; that is probably where I got most of my build from. I am a bit on the shrimpy side."}




{"I've always hated talking about myself. Not so much because I'm worried about being considered arrogant, its just that I can never properly evaluate myself because I am a huge self-critic. But whatever, I'll give it a shot.
I guess I can come across as an incredibly shy or aloof dog (which I suppose is true, unless you manage to get me to trust you by some incredible feat. Wow, that sounded really egotistical.). I have a strong sense of privacy and have trouble opening up to others because of that. I also have trust issues. Just as my name entails, I am faithless. I hate that side of me. I wish I could get over that barrier; it really keeps me from making any long-lasting relationships, but it is my nature. I have always been the loner. I guess I am a bit awkward, but that's what comes from being isolated for a long time.
I may sound like a bit of a push-over by now, but I'm truly not. I have pride, which isn't necessarily a good or bad thing. Unfortunately, it keeps me from making logical decisions in a situation where I or someone I care for has been insulted. I've never been very good in physical fights, but I can conjure up some pretty sharp comments. Of course, that is only if you get under my skin. I try to be kinder,though, because I know how much comments can hurt. I normally AM kind and understanding, so I'm a good dog to talk with.
Yep. That's me in a nutshell. Maybe not what you were looking for, but I think you got a pretty good idea."}


{"Probably not as interesting as you were expecting. I was raised on a farm and was very loyal to my owner, regardless of the fact that I may not have been treated as nicely as some other dogs were. My owner gave me a place to sleep and kept my belly full, so I was content. I worked as a sheep herder, so I didn't have too difficult a job, but it kept me active enough to not get antsy at night when I was locked up in the barn. One night, my owner came in reeking of alcohol. I wasn't quite sure what that did to a person at the time, because I had never smelled that scent before, so I went up to him to investigate it. He gave an angry grumble and swung at me. I jumped back, but then he got frustrated. I soon felt a boot in my side and yelped. I felt it again and fell back in pain. As he pulled his foot back to give me another swing, I sprung up and bit his arm. It wasn't very hard, because I knew I would get in trouble for really injuring him, but it was hard enough to draw blood. I heard a gasp come from his mouth and a scream follow soon after. His wife must have heard it, because she appeared at the entrance of the barn. Once she saw the scene, she gasped and flew to her husband's aid. You can guess what happened next: I was driven to the pound the next day. There I was met with lots of adversity. Many of the dogs scoffed at me and said I had it easy, then proceeded to tell me how they had it much worse. It may not have seemed like a lot to them, but I was drowning in guilt and abandonment. I felt completely alone, fighting against both myself and the many dogs around me. That was when I started closing myself off, and that soon grew into my mistrust of others. Finally, a day came when I was taken out of my small cage and brought to a smiling human. He looked nice enough. Soon, I was riding in his car, no doubt going to his house. To my surprise, though, he stopped his car near an alley and yanked me out by my collar. Leading me forward, we walked down the damp alley and turned the corner. I heard loud shouts and could smell a scent I had grown to loath; alcohol. Soon enough, we were in the middle of a shouting crowd. I began to hear barking. I large dog was lead into the area in front of me. I noticed that my owner was nowhere to be seen. The crowd parted around us, leaving just me and the dog. I could feel the pure hate radiating off of him. I hear someone jeer, "Hey Matt, she doesn't look much like a fighter!" The crowd started laughing. I heard someone yell back, "Oh sure she is! I heard she got into a fight before. That's why I found her at the pound." "Sure, Matt. It doesn't matter. She's not a fighter." Another man shouted, "Oh, come on! We've been waiting the whole day, and she's here right now; lets just use her." I didn't want to go through this again. I knew what they were going to make me do. Instead, I turned and sprinted. I heard shouts and curses aimed at me, but I just kept running. And that's where I am now. Living on the streets. I do whatever I can to avoid the pound, there is no way I am going back there."}


Love Life: "I can't see love being in love in the state I am in now, but that may change."
Friends: "None."
Enemies: "Not sure. I may have made a few at the pound, but I don't think I need to worry about those much anymore."


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"I'm Nekoda. I've never really had I nickname before, but its not too difficult to say Nekoda, is it? My name means painted or inconsistent; it fits me. I am a Greater Swiss Mountain dog, which is a breed known for its strength. I am very muscular, but I am also fairly agile too. I am a male, in case you couldn't tell, and I am 5 years old."


"Lots of dogs take one glance at me and label me as your typical bad-boy persona. I'm really not; I may have gotten into fights before, but I'm sure everyone has at some point. I also do tend to keep to myself a lot, but I'm just not very good at making conversation. I can listen, though, if you need a shoulder, but I'm not so good at giving advice. I only know me, and I haven't gone through typical dog troubles. I'm not sure how you are supposed to react to certain things because I've always looked at things with a different perspective than most other dogs. My perspective is this: trust yourself before others, and don't lay heavy responsibilities on others because they are prone to let you down. Of course I'm not saying this pertains to every dog all the time, but its just my way of 'playing it safe'. But yes, I am very independent. It can be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on the way to look at it (It all come back around to perspective). I've encountered numerous times where dogs have scoffed at me for being ignorant, but I don't think its ignorance. Well, of course I wouldn't think its ignorant, but I may just be being ignorant by saying that. Ha."


"I worked on a farm (Pulling heavy equipment, mostly just being a lazy farm dog and house pet, etc.). My owners treated me very fairly, and they even had a couple other dogs that I could play with when I was bored. Life was good at the time. After a while, my owners decided that they were going to retire. The kept a few select animals, but passed the rest on to friends. Unfortunately, I was not one of the kept. I was given to a small family with kids that always clung to my fur with sticky hands and pulled at my tail. I'm no cat, but that hurts. I frequently got restless there because I was used to open field where I could run freely. My new owners quickly decided they didn't want me and passed me on to another family. This one was very kind as well, but I still got very antsy in the house. They noticed and tried to give me more space to roam in, but it still wasn't enough. Soon, they decided to pass me off as well. This time I was brought back to the country. I loved it there; I was back to open spaces and no boundaries, at least for the most part. Sadly, all good things must come to an end at some point. This time, it was completely my fault. One of my owner's offspring (to whom I had grown quite attached to) came to play with me. I was in a hyper mood and began to playfully pounce at her. She gave shrieks of joy and laughter and thought it was okay to continue. After a little bit of play, I nipped at her. I didn't think it was very hard, but I saw the skin turn red and crimson slowly surfaced. When she saw the blood, she screamed. Her father appeared out of nowhere and saw the scene. He immediately knew what happened and looked at me with sadness in his eyes. I knew what this meant. They couldn't keep me anymore. I whimpered an apology and nudged her hand slightly. She just kept crying. I was brought to the pound this time, no one else would take me, I was guessing. Instead of accepting my fate, I escaped once I was lead out of the car. After a time, I found a pack a joined it."


Love Life: "Nonexistent."
Friends: "I made a few, but lost connection with them."
Enemies: "None."

[kuromi.]

[[ will finish finn in a bit c: }}

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- Anyone open? I just started. (: -