Territorial (Stray Dog RP accepting)

[Fluffy95]

((It's fine))

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{ Willow is if you'd like to roleplay with her. }

Alright, should they meet up?))

Jakoby loped down the small hill. His stomach growled. He shook his head and sniffed the air, searching for mice or anything else. He found not what he was looking for, but instead he smelled another dog. He frowned, and turned toward the scent. He took a wary step forward, and raised his tail. He took another step, and was soon following scent, almost eagerly.

[cup of cocoa]

{ Yeah. }

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The scent of the mouse Willow was pursuing was now very strong. Her tail wagged with anticipation. She could imagine herself devouring the morsel, savoring each and every bite..

Then she was alarmed by the smell of another dog, and it was coming toward her. Panic registered into her mind. What if the dog was coming to fight her, as she was in claimed territory? Willow was weak, and she had no intention to fight. She shook her head. Think positive, she scolded herself. Maybe she was getting the wrong idea. Maybe the dog was curious as to who else was nearby. Yes, that must be it. She, not wanting to be surprised when the dog made an appearance, abandoned her path for the mouse and walked toward the source of the smell.

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Jakoby padded forward, more cautiously now that the smell was stronger. He could also faintly smell mouse. He paused, and noticed the other dog, a fae. He was almost curious to meet her. The last fae he met had been Silearya, his old mate... He shook those thoughts from his head. He sat down, and waited for her to notice him. He kept his trap shut, since the sarcastic part of him seemed to have a mind of its own.

[Akachi's Nightmare]

Picture:

Name: Savannah
Gender: Female
Breed: German Shepherd x Border Collie
Age: 2 years of age
Personality: Savannah is a very cautious and reserved dog that is very skilled and likes others to notice that, she can come across as sassy and a little self-centered, as she is aware of her beauty. Savannah loves to be the center of attention, she is very cunning and sometimes somewhat sly.
Other:

(( accepted. ))

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Willow came to an abrupt stop. The smell of the other dog was raging within her nostrils now. That meant whoever it was was where she was now. She glanced around, a bit nervous, and spotted the other dog. It was male, sitting calmly and watching her every mood. She was surprised, but she figured that had he wanted to attack her, he would have done it a long time ago. Deciding to remain friendly and avoid getting attacked, she called, "Hello there." She kept the distance between them, just in case she needed to run.

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Jakoby nodded his head. He could tell from her body language that she was wary of him. He almost snorted in disbelief. His legs were caked with mud and burrs and his back was was matted with grime and bits of plant. "Kirilyia-" He coughed, "Greetings." He replied. He inwardly cursed. Bad enough he was filthy, now she was going to think him some rambling idiot. Unless, of course, on the unlikely event that she spoke fox.

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Willow arched an eyebrow-- or the closest thing to an eyebrow a dog had-- toward him. She studied him, looking for any possible signs of hostility. He still seemed relaxed, but she refused to lower her guard even slightly. Even though she honestly didn't think he would do her any harm, she'd rather be safe then sorry.

"My name is Willow," she finally said, her tone serene and not rushed. Even if it wasn't the best way to start a conversation between a stranger, she did want to know who this dog was. She identified him as a husky, a breed she had encountered only once before. "What is your name?"

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Jakoby could feel her gaze on him. He raised a paw and very nearly winced. "My apologies, I am not normally this messy." He then looked back at her and realized she had asked him a question. "Jakoby. They call me Jakoby." He put down his foot and stood, slowly. "There wouldn't happen to be a place where I can get this filth off nearby, would there?" He asked her. He didn't know the territory very well.

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Jakoby, Willow repeated in her mind. She'd remember that. She snapped out of her thoughts when a question arose. "Ah, yes. There is a river flowing nearby," she answered. "Follow me." She turned and began walking westward. They weren't very far from the river, but they were far enough so that they were unable to hear it. The mouse she had been hunting was now long forgotten, as the mutt was focused on leading Jakoby to the river.