Territorial (Stray Dog RP accepting)

[Cradily]

*Jerry*

Jerry padded cautiously through the dense undergrowth and stuck his nose in the air, trying to detect what kind of creature it was that he had seen. It took only a moment for him to conclude that it was....a dog? No, that couldn't be right. He hadn't seen any other dogs for what seemed like ages. The pup had spent a short while as a stray in the city, but after being chased twice by some of the bigger, more aggressive mutts, he decided to start living in the woods, away from the other strays. So why was another dog here? Was it one of the old street mongrels that had tried to attack him before? Jerry considered turning around and running, but he stopped himself. He had to think reasonably. What were the odds of the same dogs finding him again? They probably wouldn't even recognize him now. Besides, maybe this new dog would be friendly. Bracing himself, he followed his nose until he came to a clearing with a fallen tree lying in the center. There, standing beside the tree, was the white canine he had seen, a rabbit hanging limply in its jaws.

[Akachi's Nightmare]

RUIN / KAI KEN / JUNKYARD

He nods, settling into a more comfortable position. "I see. I guess our stories are somewhat the same." He shrugged. "I'm not from here, I'm from a country very far away." He laughed softly. "My owner also left me here, and I've lived in this junkyard ever since." He stretched, flopping over onto his side, and looking up at Robbie. "This junkyard is pretty safe, in my opinion. No dogs are really around here." He shrugged. "Your free to stay here, if you like. Your good company." He smiled gently. "And, there aren't many territorial dogs around here, so you don't have to worry much about them."

{I'm planning on making another character, a female this time. Is that okay? o:}

( It's perfectly fine if you make another dog. Thank you for letting me know. )

Robbie-

"Well thank you very much, Ruin. I'll take you up on that offer. In return, I'll do whatever I can to assist you." Robbie bowed her head and grinned. For once in what felt like a very long time, Robbie felt connected. She tried to hide her enthusiasm, but her questions came off as a bit over-excited. "So, how far is very far away? And what the heck is a country?" She caught herself. "Heh. Sorry, I'm just happy to be able to talk again."


Zero-

Zero spun around after seeing some movement from the corner of his eye. He stood stunned, ready to take off, but then he realized that the creature was the very puppy he was looking for. Zero regained his composure and began to wag his tail, hoping to let the pup know he meant no harm. Zero dropped the dead rabbit and yipped: "Hello!"

[Cradily]

*Jerry*

"H-hello," Jerry replied, still a bit nervous but relieved that this dog seemed to be friendly. "I saw you run really fast after that rabbit. You must be a great hunter." He gave a light wag of his tail and pawed at the damp earth casually.

[the batter]

"I'm not afraid of you! I'll be fine on my own! I promise!"

name;; "My name is Finn!"
gender;; "I'm obviously a female!"
age;; "I am three years of age!"
breed;; "I'm a Finnish Spitz!"
rank;; "I'm a loner."
pack;; "I have no pack."
image;; CLICK ME

pelt color;; orange-brown, with lighter belly, chest, and chin, and the bottom of her tail is white.
eye color;; hazel.
personality;; Finnis very happy go lucky. She is loud, and outgoing and loves to make friends! She has a tendency to get on other dog's nerves, but she can be good if she needs too! She hates being alone, and likes to be near other dogs. She is highly afraid of being attacked, and thus the fear of being alone comes along. Even at the age of 3, she still acts like a puppy. She tends to be a bit cocky at times, and when she thinks, she can be pretty manipulative.
scars;; a small one on her muzzle.
description;; Finn is a small-ish dog, about the size of a shiba inu. Her legs are strong, and she is quick to flee when she needs too. Her legs may be somewhat short, but she knows how to fight. Finn's body is lean and strong, and she can cause some damage if you aren't watching. Her fur is a main orange-brown color, with a lighter colored belly and chest and chin, the bottom of her curled tail is white.

mother and father;; Cassie (alive, unknown residence), Kona (deceased)
sisters;; n/a
brothers;; n/a

sons and daughters;; none.
mate;; none.
crush;; none.
other;; images are not mine! fonts from fontmeme
{form(c) me do not use without permission}

[Fluffy95]

Belle trotted cautiously along, closing in in the junkyard. She could smell other dogs clearly now. She cocked her head to the side, wondering if a pack lived here. There seemed to be several scents lingering about. She approached a rusted car perched on cinderblocks. It must have been robbed of it's tires. Gathering the strength in her haunches, she kept nimbly onto the hood of the forgotten machine and sampled the air again. Several scents from different directions assaulted her light brown nose. She perked her ears as she caught bits of a conversation coming from her left, and what sounded like whimpering from her right. She wasn't quite sure where to go, so she sat down and studied her surroundings.

[Beta_Ume]

-Acacia-

Acacia gently lifted her muzzle to a sound, one that she had not heard of before. It was a small patting sound, and she was keen enough to see it was a mouse. Gingerly Acacia crawled forwards on her stomach, careful not to make any noise, and crawled on her belly until she was almost a fox leap away from the mouse. Gathering strength in her haunches, Acacia pelted forward and with a quick nip of the neck she killed the tiny creature and tore into it's flesh immediately. She ate quickly, though the taste was of nothing she had ever tasted, but careful not to attract any other animals with the scent of a freshly-killed prey.

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|Nikita|
She licked her sore paw and proceeded down the walk way, barking and yipping, she found a resturaunt and licked her maw, she went over to the dumpster--food golore! She wagged her tail and began to pick out what she wanted.

[StrawberryBunny]

"Hello! My name is Malaila, i'm named after a native american battle heroin who, to be honest, I know nothing about. I'm 3 years and two months old so i'm a young adult and, as I hope you can already tell, i'm female. As for my breed i'm a native american indian dog, which is basically an ancient breed that's got a lot of mixed genes, maybe even some wolf but who knows? Either way, my father always told me I had the heart and spirit of a wolf."
"I was born into this wasteland, I had two sister's and lived with my parents. But my father once made the mistake of trying to steal livestock and the shotgun finished him. Then food shortages forced my mother to drive us away to fend for ourselves, though we were only 10 months old. I stuck with my sisters, but one got caught on a barbed wire fence and we basically had to watch her bleed to death with no power to stop it and my other sister blamed herself for all the misfortune, then left me before she could 'curse me as well.' so now here I am as a loner, but i'm tougher than I look, don't think I need sympathy for my unfortunate past."

Maliala is a completely different dog depending on how you know her. She can be vicious, highly territorial and snappish if your on her bad side, she can be really fierce and really isn't at all bothered about blood shed if necessary. She is a dog built to survive and taught to make use of what she has. However, she also has a very kind heart and shows fierce dedication and love toward her friends, she would risk life and limb for them.

Responsibility is something Malaila handles very well, she is determined, strong-willed and always puts her point across, while still showing respect to those above her. Overall, with Maliala, you either love her or hate her, there is no in between.

Crush/Mate: Open
Nickname: Her father used to call Maila, but don't or she might hurt you
Mother: Lidia
Father: Flash (deceased)

Hello! My name is Akila and I'm 4 and a half years old. I probably won't be very good at this since I don't talk much, I think actions speak louder than words anyway but here goes; I'm a male black Alsatian who used to be a police dog and have a slight problem with my sight. I roam the wild as a loner but am looking for company.

I was bred into a police serving family and was raised to understand the force, respect my leaders and be overly obedient. I did well in training and thrived as a police dog, but soon people found out about my sight and I was classified as 'unsuitable' to serve the force. I was put up for adoption but no one wanted me and eventually they abandoned me here. I guess they thought i'd die, but i'm a fighter, they don't know what a dog's capable of.

Akila, as you've heard, doesn't talk much, though he does do a lot of thinking, feeling and acting. He has a great sense of pride and, though he won't admit it, being chucked out of the force wounded it hugely. He is more of a leader than a follower but he understands when someone is higher ranking than him and will respect them. He is fierce, determined and not afraid to fight when it's needed as well as being humble and considerate, just as a police dog should be.

Beneath all his seriousness, Akila can be very sensitive and thoughtful and just wants to be happy. He'd like a family too, since he get's so bored as a loner and lacks company. He's willing to protect those he loves if needed and doesn't ever disappoint them.

Crush/Mate: Crushing on Belle
Nickname: None
Mother: Morning Glory (tame)
Father: Huzcle (tame)

{I'd like to join if this is still open }

[LeavingCSgoodbye]

More Pictures of Captain: xXXx

• N a m e: My Name well Then you Can Call me Captain
• G e n d e r: Clearly I'm an Male not an Fae
• A g e: Hmm around Five, I was Proudly Born on July fourth
• Breed: Australian Cattle Dog
  
  
  
  
  • A p p e a r a n c e: I Have an Red Plus Blue Ticking coat and My eyes are clearly Light Brown
  • S t r e n g t h s: He has Great Stamina and Bad bite But just for a warning
  • W e a k n e s s e s: Can get Hip dysplasia (abnormality of the hip joints causing pain and disability), Elbow Dysplasisia (abnormality of the elbow joint causing pain and disability) also Eye disease
    Progressive retinal atrophy (PRA) (progressive loss of vision)
  • P e r s o n a l i t y: Captain is an Very outgoing Male. He Can be quite funny and can be able to Pick up Large sticks some Dog's call him the Mighty stick King...Anyways Captain Loves water and isn't all Mean Unless you get onto his Bad side But he is Really Kind and Confident.
  • H i s t o r y: Well I Lived with the Most amazing Owner's they took me everywhere with them Until a Day came when They Had to go somewhere And they couldn't keep dogs so they took me into the Pound which I thought was an Kennel Once They put me in a Cage it smelled of sick an Old dogs Then a Couple of days past they took me from a wired thing and Put on my Neck but I strangled it before running off and Once the door Opened when new People Came. I bolted out.
  
  
  
  • F a t h e r: Well his Name was Sol
  • M o t h e r: her name was April Flower
  • S i b l i n g s: Dusty Who is Adopted My little sister Amy who is Adopted
  • C r u s h: Not at The moment
  • M a t e: Nope
  Credit to .:NightOfTheRaven:.
  
  
  
  
  
  More Pictures of Linnea xXXx
  
  
  
  
  • N a m e: Linnea Meaning Flower
  • G e n d e r: Fae of Course!
  • A g e: Three
  • Breed: They Say I'm an mutt
    
    
    
    
    • A p p e a r a n c e: Well I would say I look kinda Like reddish Beige a Bit with a white strike going down my chest and the bottom of My muzzle. I also Have One fully white Paw with a small splash of white on my tips of my Other foot.
    • S t r e n g t h s: She can Jump at extreme eights but not high Like an Building high.
    • W e a k n e s s e s: She thinks cow's are her weakness
    • P e r s o n a l i t y: She is an Kind and funny Fae, She follows orders and sometimes when she is Bored she Tell's others what to do if the leader is out patrolling or something. Linnea isn't lazy an doesn't lay around all day until she gets tired for some sort.
    • H i s t o r y: Well here we Go. I had three Brothers, a Mother and a Pa. we grew when we got to see, We grew until They got to walk and We grew until We had to Play and get adopted well Me an My brothers was put in a Box I acted adorable while my brothers wrestled around like lunatic's soon a young adult with a women who had a Big tummy adopted Both of my brothers while me and My Little Brother waited then a little girl came and Picked My little brother out and took him,Leaving me here. I was going to get adopted But I was older now so the Owner picked me up an Took me to this Junkyard, for me to defend myself
    
    
    
    • F a t h e r: His name was Charlie
    • M o t h e r: her name was lily Pad
    • S i b l i n g s: Zoomy who is Now called Rylan, My other brother Copper still has his Name and my younger brother is Now named Gunner
    • C r u s h: Maybe I do Maybe I don't But I'll tell you I don't like anyone at the moment
    • M a t e: Nope
    Credit to .:NightOfTheRaven:.
    
    
    
    More pictures of George: Clickie Clickie Clickie Clickie
    
    
    
    
    • N a m e: George
    • G e n d e r: male
    • A g e: Two
    • Breed: Mutt But i think I'm part Catahoula and then some other dog
    
    
    
    • A p p e a r a n c e: Clickie
    • S t r e n g t h s: Unknown
    • W e a k n e s s e s: unknown
    • P e r s o n a l i t y: George Is an Heart warming Brute. he is Brave and Bold and Doesn't Care what others think of him But other than That he Can be quite Nice and Flirty If He feels like it.
    • H i s t o r y: I would not speak of it..
    
    
    
    • F a t h e r: Well i Don't know his breed But his name was Coltrane
    • M o t h e r: Her name was Athena
    • S i b l i n g s: Nope all still born
    • C r u s h: Nope
    • M a t e: Not yet

Credit to .:NightOfTheRaven:.

{ adding another tomorrow )}

[Fluffy95]

Belle lept from her perch on the dead, rusty car and landed heavily on the ground. She still wasn't so skilled in landings. She snorted angrily to herself and trotted to a landmark she had observed. She was tired and felt as if she could benefit from a rest. Or at least she could keep an eye out for danger in comfort there. It was an old oak tree, all twisted and gnarly. It grew up through the center of an old Volkswagen, and branched out above it in a haunting skeletal form. There was a beaten down circle of dry dirt surrounding the tree. Belle stepped cautiously into the front seat of the car. The cushion was mostly eaten away, but it was still more comfortable than the ground. She rested her furry head on her paws and scanned the area around her.