Bark! Semi-lit dog roleplay

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♡ Morgianne glanced at him with surprise. Her eyes saddened, full of hate toward humans and hope for poor dogs in pound. "How can they do that? Why? Don't they have any respect?" Morgianne was upset. Her tail wasn't wagging anymore, and coldness spread trough all her might. Is there any hope? What if humans from pound come and take them? Sine, Grimm, Jake, her and every other dog from pack was in terrible danger! "What if they find us?" She pannicly asked, and then figured out that it is better to calm down. She sighed. If life only wasn't so hard.

[gonegone!]

WIP STILL, sorry I'm on the phone and it's a little hard to do everything x3

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█ ██ .: ALIAS? :."Nina, Nin, Ina, Mini idk!"

█ ██ .: R A N K? :."Loner for now but I'm planning on joining the pack..."

█ ██ .: G E N D E R? :."Now I find that insulting completely, I'm a fae or female. Must you all be so blind? Can you not tell that I'm a she? Not a he? Do you need any proof? Hope not.."

█ ██ .: P E R S O N A L I T Y? :.Nina really doesn't have a certain kind of individuality except the fact that she seems to have major mood swings and enjoys bluffing. Shes all talk and no bite as they would say reflection an arrogant side followed along with some hot headed soup. Puffed up, indiscreet, snotty, and delirious as some would say kinda pushes her into a position that makes her seem somewhat more superior in other words (or at least she thinks so). Yet she can also be found as an unworthy companion for others her age as she is deliberate and tries to act more ripe (old) than she is. Nina doesn't play tag, hide-and-seek or any other games that involve getting dirty or acting like a juvenile. Shes very neat and pure considering that she has had a tough life. Most of what builds up Nina now is what happened in her past, shes just like a snow storm but at the same time like the soft breeze in spring. As said before she has no certain personality as it could extend far more than what some could imagine. Getting to the conclusion that she is just grouchy, or bipolar yet I disbelief that dogs can be bipolar but in what other way could you describe this little gentledog?(WIP)



█ ██ .: C R U S H? :. "Do you really think that I will crush on somebody as low class as those mutts? They are nothing but mud and dirt! Not one could understand such a proper fae such as me. You would have to impress me quite a lot I dislike how you would even bring that question up!"

█ ██.: A G E?:. "I'm 4 years old, not too bad if you ask me. I'm still young you know not a shabby, old elder."

█ ██.: B R E E D?:."I would say some Kelpie and Doberman Psincher ,probably, how am I supposed to know where I came from? I don't go that far back with my family's ascendance."



█ ██.: B A C K S T O R Y?:. WIP

[dodobird959]

✯Jake - ✯Male - ✯3 months- ✯Single

Jake sighed and shook his head, as if he wanted the memories to fall out of his head and somehow fix the problem. "In the pound I saw some people picking up some dogs who yipped gleefully, it was usually the old owners who found their dogs, and a a lot less people adopted a new furry friend from there. So there are dogs, house pets, that are respected. They get food and shelter and the people in the city like to pat their heads, but every one I've seen was on some kind of rope. A leash, I think." He gave a pause of thought, and then added "I don't think I'd give up my freedom for respect from humans." He said. But that was wrong to say, he didn't know the good life. He had lived on the streets for so long and never had a human companion, and the only humans that touched him had hurt him, or pulled him into the pound. Could you blame him? He only knew humans were bad, he didn't get a glimpse of the good-hearted ones. He actually just the slightest bit jealous of those dogs who got fattened up. If they didn't have to go on a leash, then Jake would probably envy those dogs more than ever. But since the pup was so curious, he'd probably cause trouble with the humans. Besides, he had this rule in his head. Dogs have to run. To him, they needed acres and acres of space, then more to explore. The junkyard provided this for him, and even though if he wanted food it'd probably be garbage, it was good enough. He wouldn't be cooped up in a house all the time and besides, he thinks he's got a friend now. He smiled at the thought and his eyes flickered to Morgianne, but it quickly faded and his frown returned, getting back to the conversation. "I don't think they'll get us." He said, "I never heard of a human coming into the junkyard, and if we happen to get caught for whatever reason, I know how to get out." He gave a weak smile. They way had worked once by the guidance of the old dog in the pound, and there was no guarantee that it would work again. "...But it'd probably be best to avoid the humans." He said, not wanting to risk it. Of coarse he'd go out on the streets to explore and such, just keep away from the people.



☯Tiger - ☯Male - ☯3 and 3 Months - ☯Crush on Roxie
Tiger woke up not long after the dogs in the concrete tube had left, he roused from his dreamless nap. Hey, big dogs needed naps too. He stretched out each muscular leg and yawned, his pink tongue curled out and his black nose crinkled, before he relaxing and the corners of his black lips hung down with packets of drool drooping down. His stomach growled like a mutt getting into a fight, so he trotted off into the city.
There he kept alert, knowing what the humans could do to him. He was defenseless here, he couldn't bite or else dog catchers would be searching everywhere for him to put him down with the name of "aggressive dog". He slipped through the buildings and came to a road which was infested with cars zipping down it. By the smell of it, the other side promised food, good food. He stepped both front paws onto the street and wearily looked from one side to the other. It wasn't a wise decision, so looking to one side, instead of finding more cars, along with that he saw a group of people crossing at something they called a crosswalk, and he noticed all of the cars had stopped for them. Maybe they stop for him too, but he decided not to risk it. He slunk behind where a new group of people gathered after some time and the cars came to a stop to let them pass. Tiger trotted quickly after them, head high, searching around. Once at the other side, he bolted behind a large grey building, sniffing the air. Soon he fell upon the trail of the wonderful food scent and began to follow it, going through alleyways and avoiding the streets. He constantly marked so that he could find his way back to the junkyard.

[Resin]

Grimm-

She had just turned the corner to see Cricket and Sine returning with a bag that smelled of heaven. A frown covered her face and she shook her head. "I'm sorry. I smelled something that reminded me of my brothers. Another dog around that isn't quite them, but smells familiar."

She turned as they met her and they walked back to the junkyard together. "You two eat this and I'll go find something for myself. I could eat all of those sausages myself and still be hungry." Making a joke of it, she grinned, her tongue lolling out. Although she didn't want to eat the food that they'd worked for, what she'd said was absolutely true. It took a lot to keep her full.

Leaving them, she slid back through the fence and began scouring the neighborhood for some sort of food. A dead squirrel was one option, but the longer she looked at it, the sicker the thought made her. Who knew how long that thing had been laying there in the road?

Snorting, Grimm padded off to continue her search, which led her to a grocery store. Skulking around the cars, she waited for an opportunity. One woman sat a bag down upon the ground while she opened her vehicle. That was exactly what the mastiff was waiting for. Darting in, she grabbed the handles of the bag, which happened to be very heavy, and ran away from the screaming woman. A few other humans ran after her, but humans haven't realized that they can't keep up with dogs.

Back to the Junkyard she went, wriggling beneath the fence with the bag in her maw. Back at the tube, Grimm ripped open the bag, freeing it's contents. Instantly her tail began to wag crazily. The human had good taste. Before the three dogs sat a giant ham (bigger than Sine), still within it's plastic wrapping. "We're going to feast tonight, boys."

[quitting¿]

n a м e :: "My name is Unknown to all dogs, I am commonly refered to as the 'Horror in the shadows' "

a g e :: "This is something all dogs are not sure of.....But I am 3"

g e n d e r :: "I am a male...clearly..."

в r e e d :: "I am a pure-bred Rottweiler "

p e r ѕ o n a l ι т y :: "Most dogs are not alive to tell the stories they experinced with 'Horror' as you may call him.This bog is very hostile towrads others,he never interacts with any dog unless in a fight.Most fear him and others belive his legand is nothing but rat tails. But the Horror is very much alive,and always on the prowl...."

н ι ѕ т o r y :: "Horror's history is unknwon to all but legand has it that on a gloomy day, The Horror was born. This dog would cause nothing but trouble....The breeders wife you get deathly ill and she would die,the dogs father would take an injury that would retire him forever,and lastly all the pups in his litter died as well...All but him. The man declared him as 'The horror in disquise' but that changed to 'The Horror In The Shadows'.As he was hidden for awhile because he turley belived he caused nothing but trouble,but that all changed over time.....He turned Evil and hostile plowing over anyone in his way!"

c r υ ѕ н :: "None"

м a т e :: "Funny....."

p υ p ѕ :: "........"

n a м e :: "Hey there!I am Jesse "

a g e :: "I am only 3, which means it is time to find a mate."

g e n d e r :: A Female, thank you very much!"

в r e e d :: "I am a German Shepard X Belgian Malinois

p e r ѕ o n a l ι т y :: "Jess is very sweet and caring female, her motherly instincts are very strong. Jesse loves pups and strives for her own someday, but that is doubtful for them to come soon. She always has been to outgoing for most males to even fit in there names....Funny....But she is very giving, she likes to give to others instead of herself. Jesse often forgets to hold her tongue in regards of others. "

н ι ѕ т o r y :: "Nothing to special......But she is very fond of telling her boring story....Jesse was born with a Belgian Malinois mother and German Shepard father meaning she had a lot of police dog capability....But instead Jesse wound up in the hands of a young couple.... Who broke up and left her in the streets...She has lived here ever since. "

c r υ ѕ н :: "Open"

м a т e :: "Open"

p υ p ѕ :: "Wishes"

{Template by ; Corgi <3 }

[dodobird959]

[What are their ranks?]

☯Tiger - ☯Male - ☯3 and 3 Months - ☯Crush on Roxie
Tiger strayed off course for a moment when the strong scent of sausages filled his nose. Drool seeped from his lips, he grunted and followed it. Watching from a distance he saw the same group of dogs he had seen in the tube, and they just started to leave. He was tempted to stop them and steal their meal, but he decided if he ever wanted to join the pack, his chances of getting accepted would be slim. He turned away and returned to the trail he was following, when again the same scent appeared and disappeared with humans shouting about the stolen property. Tiger kept moving, not staying to watch Grimm slip away, he headed towards the source of the food scent. Finally he arrived in an alley and next to it, a house. It was in the calmer part of the city and he could hear the racket going on inside the house. A guy in highschool was having a party, though though Tiger wasn't interesting in the cans of beer that reeked, he was curious about another smell that filled the house. Pizza. He licked his lips and slipped back into the alley, he decided to wait until they were done and would throw away the scrapes. He lay down behind some trash cans, waiting.

[quitting¿]

{All Loners}

[dodobird959]

[Accepted :3]

[seargent strigiforme]

[ anyone free to find Klaus? ]

[Resin]

((I've got nothin' planned. I'll find him.))

Grimm-

Again that familiar scent reached her nose. Trusting both Cricket and Sine to watch the ham, she padded off, her nose scenting the air now and again. Around this car and that she went until she found herself in the trees behind the junkyard.

The owner of the scent had passed nearby. Large black nose to the ground, the Tibetan Mastiff mix followed the familiar smell. Eventually she reached a hollowed out log. Dropping to her belly, she looked within. There, squeezed into the small space was a puppy. A mastiff puppy, she smelled.

Grimm was quite large, and didn't wish to scare the pup, so she used a soft, soothing voice. "Hey there. Come out. Are you hungry?"