Ｌｏｓｔ Ｒｕｉｎｓ Ｖ２ || Dog RP || Open;; accepting

[war paint.]

[ Should we start with Gonzalo and Shay waking up?
Chloe is open. ]

[ellie!]

{❝Charlotte Brown❞
she trudged along, a stick in her mouth. when she spat it out at the foot of a small statue of a stubby-looking man, charlie laughed and stood up onto her hind paws, gesturing with her front paws towards his face.
"i am SO sorry, mister duke of kellies rosedun geek-squirrel. i s'ppose you'll find the golden torch i bring to you is COVERED in saliva. farewell and good luck in cleaning it."
shaking her head to herself with a smirk, she trotted off away from the dump towards the local rich dog park.
she stopped for a minute to stare as a few rich humans entered with their poodles through the grand entrance, her heart thumping against her chest with envy, then slid through the side bars easily considering her small size.
when she stepped into the park, other dogs started to stare at her in disgust so charlie put up a grand figure and lifting her paws and nose high when she walked. a bright pink poodle approached her.
"who may you be? and where is your owner?" asked the poodle. charlotte sniffed.
"i'm ma'am roseline huffington of australia, an' my owner's o'er there polishing her nails. my owner is miss lady laura huffington of france." the poodle looked utterly disgusted by charlie's innocent lies and walked away.
charlie sniffed soundly and darted out of the park, clambering onto a street bench and sitting there, big tears swelling in her eyes.

{❝Morthy Clyykes❞
he gobbled down a fish spine, then trotted back into the cardboard box that served him as a home. his head poked out from a hole in the back of the box a few moments later, his ears perked up alert and his big eyes surveying his surroundings carefully. a cat. no, a ferret! snarling, he darted out from inside the box and up a small shed, jumping onto the roof of the bigger one then started chasing the animal around the roof, both clambered down still in the chase, morthy jumped powerfully onto the ferret and threatened it by death, his jaws open next to its neck. only a movement was needed to kill it, and it had become still as stone with fright.
morthy shook his head to himself, taking pity on the ferret, and let it go. it slid off easily, happy to go. the male watched as it darted into a bush...a few moments later, a furry cat leaped out of the bush, the ferret in her jaws.
morthy snarled with rage and jumped down onto her, slamming her down against the ground with his weight.
"let...it...go..." he growled, baring his teeth at the cat who meowed most awfully and her jaws loosened on the prey, which took off immediately for its burrow. only when it had done so did morthy step off the cat, still baring his teath threatingly. she ran off in a fright and morthy laid down on the soft grass, his head on his paws as he closed his eyes boredly.

{❝Eleanor Bridget❞
she bared her canines at some humans passing her home, then curled up in a ball inside the hole in the old wall she used as shelter. her soft fur brushed against the harsh stone, as the hole was too small for her, but she didn't care as long as it provided a good place to live.

{❝King Angello❞
--open--

[war paint.]

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ｔｈｅ ｂｒａｖｅ

He woke up, still snuggled up with Shay and Kenzo, and the brute couldn't help but smile. He lifted up his head from Shay's side, and saw a cat at the end of the alley, hissing at them. The large brute rose up quietly and stepped over Shay, growling at the hissing cat. The cat jumped at him, and the German Shepard chased the cat away. He came back to Shay with bleeding cars on his chest. He pinned his ears and tried to lick them, but couldn't reach.

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ｔｈｅ ｑｕｉｅｔ

She woke up, snuggled under a bush for warmth, she yawned and batted her eyes before she slipped out and shook out her dirty pelt. Then, she looked around and she could smell other dogs. There were four scents, a Rottweiler like herself, Gonzalo, Shay, and Kenzo. She shook her head, and followed the scent of King Amello. It took her a few minutes, but then she found him, and she jumped into the brush to stay hidden, he seemed aggressive. But trying to hide, she snapped a few little twigs, and she winced and closer her eyes.

[.bluejay.]

Johanna walked gruffly through the area, scaring off any stray cat or squirrel that looked her way. She shook out her long, orangey-brown coat with a grunt. Johanna sniffed the air, looking for food. She found a large pond with some decent sized fish in it. Though fish wasn't really her thing, Johanna knew she had to eat.

Raine trotted around, carrying her stuffed chick. She bounded happily through the streets, not having a care in the world. The small furry Toy American Eskimo turned a corner and bounded right into a trash can. She tumbled over it and realized that know she had food. Raine picked through the garbage to find a half eaten doughnut and a broken water bottle.

[skyguy]

k e n z o
－ { b r u t e } { t w o } { a w a k e } －

as the sun peered from behind the green hills, it burned the grass with kisses, casting a ghostly orange shadow on the alleys. his ears twitched and his eyes flickered open as he stared in awe and wonder at the beautiful sunset. he rose to his sore paw pads and stretched, before giving his little tail a little chase. there was nothing to do in a morning when his mother was asleep, so he sniffed the air and followed the scent of a hare in the meadow. ears erect; tail a-wagging; eyes bright, he bounded into the wild and overgrown grass. there was indeed a khaki hare frolicking to and forth in the long grass, and boy did he hop for it when he saw the young puppy come stumbling towards it. a yelp could be heard as the hare was pulled back by the ever-obliging kenzo, and clenched between his tiny fangs that were blunt. shaking his head around to shush the hare, he pranced lovingly back towards the little hide-out to show his parents.

s h a y
－ { f a e } { f i v e } { a w a k e } －

the sun reflected onto her face and her eyes unscrewed, just to be blinded by the subdued orange sunset in her eyes. she pulled back, her ears flat against her skull, as she turned away the opposite direction. letting her paws stretch out in front of her, she perched beside the shepherd on the cloth of bubble wrap and gave him a tender morning lick behind the ear. the wetness of her tongue would probably wake him up, and as she did that, she raised her snout high in the sky to sniff out the fresh air of the day. all the birds were calling out for their mates, and the crows were sat in rows on the great oak tree. magpies swooped gracefully through the rainbow sky, every so often skidding down to the ground to suck up a worm or grab a shiny item. a smile sprawled across her face; it was all so beautiful. then she looked beside her and saw that her pup was not there, but who cared? being a very intelligent dog, he was sure to be around, he was such a sweetheart.

b r a n d y
－ { b r u t e } { s i x } { r o a m i n g } －

managing to slip out of the forest suddenly, he then decided to make a dash for it so he didn't have to be seen by the humans. bouncing and leaping through the open air, he skidded into the valleys beneath the hills and he soared with pride before landing on four paws and racing with his imaginary dog friend. then, he fell on his back and began to roll around and made his coat grass-stained. when he passed the two huge oak trees, he rejoiced by standing on his two hind legs and jumping up and down. but it was bad enough racing against something that's not there, he wanted an actual dog to run with so it would be more fun. the thing about being a stray was you were always bored. and plus, you starved unless you caught a hare or bird; which was hard, but not for a saluki-greyhound like him. adding a little prance into his steady pace, he sashayed towards the sparkling forest once again.

a r i z o n a
－ { f a e } { t h r e e a n d a h a l f } { e a t i n g } －

the darling fae wandered behind a maple tree in the dark wood, her sharp teeth clamped over a struggling gull. placing it down on the cobblestone path, she saw it was still thrashing at the air and flapping it's wings hopelessly. so she put an end to it, sinking her fangs into it and giving it a last swipe before she saw it had been successfully defeated. it was awkward having to eat 'cat food' like birds but it was the only thing they had when living in wild plains instead of crowded streets. still, it was better than nothing. ripping apart one of the gull's wings, she chewed on it to get a taste of the meat. she had never tried birds. the wing was very hard so she threw it to the side and stuck her nose the open flesh, pulling out some bloody red meat and slurping it down. she kept cautious in case any other starving mutts came pacing along and steals her prized possession. but all she really focused on was getting all the soft, tender and juicy meat down her plug-hole.

c a s s i e

－ { f a e } { f o u r } { s n i f f i n g } －

underneath the weeping willow tree, she investigated all the flowers growing from beneath the bark. first there was lavender, a purple-blue tinge with a calming smell. some would say it is relaxing and also a very clean aroma. as she had a good smell, she learned more. bees are highly attracted to lavender as she watched a little bumble bee land inches from her nose. sneezing, she scared the poor critter away and returned to adventuring. then, she came across some little yellow flowers which were dandelions. giving them a good sniff, she pulled away faster than ever; they smelled disgusting and they were weeds by the look of their jagged leaves. she circled the bark once more and saw some teeny-tiny white flowers with yellow spots in the center, and they were daisies. they didn't smell of much but she sniffed them anyway to see if they actually did have a smell. when she had sniffed all the flowers, she sat down again and sighed in boredom.

[war paint.]

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ｔｈｅ ｂｒａｖｅ

Whenever he saw Shay wake up, he smiled and flicked his hears. Slowly he walked over, and then saw her look around. " Don't worry, this morning I saw Kenzo head up to the meadow. He's probably just hunting or having fun. He'll be back later. In the meantime, want to go find some food? " He asked, trying to hide the scars on his chest by keeping his head low, looking into her eyes every once and a while.

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ｔｈｅ ｑｕｉｅｔ

She woke up, snuggled under a bush for warmth, she yawned and batted her eyes before she slipped out and shook out her dirty pelt. Then, she looked around and she could smell other dogs. There were four scents, a Rottweiler like herself, Gonzalo, Shay, and Kenzo. She shook her head, and followed the scent of King Amello. It took her a few minutes, but then she found him, and she jumped into the brush to stay hidden, he seemed aggressive. But trying to hide, she snapped a few little twigs, and she winced and closer her eyes.

[skyguy]

k e n z o
－ { b r u t e } { t w o } { p r o u d } －

soon, the hare calmed down and hung loosely from the mouth of the shiba inu while he bounded through the overgrown grass towards his so-called parents. he could see love sprouting between the twosome, so he decided that gonzalo could be his dad, the husband of his mummy. when he showed his mother, he could see the proudness in her face and he stood high with pride. he flounced back towards the hideout and shuffled into a laying position on the bubble wrap, giving his hare a good lick. did the dog treat it like food? no, he treated it like it was his own son; he wanted to learn more about mothering, or, 'fathering'.

s h a y
－ { f a e } { f i v e } { e a g e r } －

she shot him a very affectionate smile and flounced towards the meadow, her tail wagging eagerly as she beckoned him to come with the slow swaying. then she saw her darling son come sashaying back towards her, with a dying hare in his mouth which looked like it had lots of meat on. "yummy yummy, darling! go back to the hideout and eat it there, me and gonzalo are just going hunting." she explained, giving him a little lick on the head. now, she relied on the pup to look after himself as he was getting older and he was not now a pup, but a healthy two year old. as she stumbled towards the wide meadow that lead to the mouth of the forest, she made sure that the brute stayed

b r a n d y
－ { b r u t e } { s i x } { r o a m i n g } －

managing to slip out of the forest suddenly, he then decided to make a dash for it so he didn't have to be seen by the humans. bouncing and leaping through the open air, he skidded into the valleys beneath the hills and he soared with pride before landing on four paws and racing with his imaginary dog friend. then, he fell on his back and began to roll around and made his coat grass-stained. when he passed the two huge oak trees, he rejoiced by standing on his two hind legs and jumping up and down. but it was bad enough racing against something that's not there, he wanted an actual dog to run with so it would be more fun. the thing about being a stray was you were always bored. and plus, you starved unless you caught a hare or bird; which was hard, but not for a saluki-greyhound like him. adding a little prance into his steady pace, he sashayed towards the sparkling forest once again.

a r i z o n a
－ { f a e } { t h r e e a n d a h a l f } { e a t i n g } －

the darling fae wandered behind a maple tree in the dark wood, her sharp teeth clamped over a struggling gull. placing it down on the cobblestone path, she saw it was still thrashing at the air and flapping it's wings hopelessly. so she put an end to it, sinking her fangs into it and giving it a last swipe before she saw it had been successfully defeated. it was awkward having to eat 'cat food' like birds but it was the only thing they had when living in wild plains instead of crowded streets. still, it was better than nothing. ripping apart one of the gull's wings, she chewed on it to get a taste of the meat. she had never tried birds. the wing was very hard so she threw it to the side and stuck her nose the open flesh, pulling out some bloody red meat and slurping it down. she kept cautious in case any other starving mutts came pacing along and steals her prized possession. but all she really focused on was getting all the soft, tender and juicy meat down her plug-hole.

c a s s i e

－ { f a e } { f o u r } { s n i f f i n g } －

underneath the weeping willow tree, she investigated all the flowers growing from beneath the bark. first there was lavender, a purple-blue tinge with a calming smell. some would say it is relaxing and also a very clean aroma. as she had a good smell, she learned more. bees are highly attracted to lavender as she watched a little bumble bee land inches from her nose. sneezing, she scared the poor critter away and returned to adventuring. then, she came across some little yellow flowers which were dandelions. giving them a good sniff, she pulled away faster than ever; they smelled disgusting and they were weeds by the look of their jagged leaves. she circled the bark once more and saw some teeny-tiny white flowers with yellow spots in the center, and they were daisies. they didn't smell of much but she sniffed them anyway to see if they actually did have a smell. when she had sniffed all the flowers, she sat down again and sighed in boredom.

[war paint.]

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ｔｈｅ ｂｒａｖｅ

Gonzalo bounded after her, wagging his tail. He came up beside her, and shook out his fur. " So, what do you want today? Weasels, birds, rabbits, maybe a newborn fawn mule deer? " He asked, looking at her. With the two of them, they could easily kill a brand new fawn, maybe even an old sick fawn. But, today he wanted to keep it simple. He left the sun beat down against his fur and he smiled, feeling warm and happy. Trotting next to her sigh as they reached the meadow.

-- I made a new dog, it a Toy Doberman Pincher, he's with Gonzalo and Chloe's form. --

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ｔｈｅ ｑｕｉｅｔ

She woke up, snuggled under a bush for warmth, she yawned and batted her eyes before she slipped out and shook out her dirty pelt. Then, she looked around and she could smell other dogs. There were four scents, a Rottweiler like herself, Gonzalo, Shay, and Kenzo. She shook her head, and followed the scent of King Amello. It took her a few minutes, but then she found him, and she jumped into the brush to stay hidden, he seemed aggressive. But trying to hide, she snapped a few little twigs, and she winced and closed her eyes.

[ellie!]

{❝King Angello❞
he grunted and ripped away the carcass' foot, then the long ears. the fluffy tail, he tried, but spat it out all the same. it was no use - the tail was too furry. angello bared his teeth, stepping over the dead rabbit if a predator would try and steal it from him. the unknown scent entered his nostrils, and he snarled in a low tone when some twigs cracked.
should he abandon the prey to find the source of the disturbance and risk loosing his lunch, or stay there waiting for the creature to come? curiosity overpowered him and the rottweiler perked his ear up, his muscles tensed, and his huge teeth showed themselves menacingly as he approached the bush from whence came the sounds.
angello's heart jumped and started thumping wildly against his chest when another of his race came into view, an elegant rottweiler, by the features female. but recomposing his powerful figure quickly, his broad shoulders twitched as he spoke in the voice that gave him out. instead of coming out harsh, agressive and brutal, it came out deep and kind.
"who may you be?"
making an enormous effort to keep himself steady, he also tried to make his eyes flicker with anger like they always did but on the contrary they came out lonely and sad.

[war paint.]

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ｔｈｅ ｂｒａｖｅ

Gonzalo bounded after her, wagging his tail. He came up beside her, and shook out his fur. " So, what do you want today? Weasels, birds, rabbits, maybe a newborn fawn mule deer? " He asked, looking at her. With the two of them, they could easily kill a brand new fawn, maybe even an old sick fawn. But, today he wanted to keep it simple. He left the sun beat down against his fur and he smiled, feeling warm and happy. Trotting next to her sigh as they reached the meadow.

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ｔｈｅ ｑｕｉｅｔ

Whenever she was discovered, she stepped from the brush and looked at the Rottweiler. " I'm Chloe. Call me whatever. And you are? " She asked, looking up into his eyes. She was a smaller, German Rottwieler, and he was larger, probably a classified Italian Rott. She shook out her belt and stepped forward, taking in his scent. But, she realized he was a protective dog, so she kept her distance carefully.