{ ✫ } abandoned but never forgotten. open and accepting.

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War is never an easy time for anyone, or anything. No one likes to rush into the battle field with friends that you have become so close to with the fear that you may never seen them alive again. It's a nerve wracking hard time, but for those of us that are trained to race into danger and protect our families is a day to day thing. Are we fazed? Of course, but we know it is a way of life and we must do it. However, our greatest fear is not dying for what we live to protect, its being abandoned and left for dead.

Many do not understand what we have to go through or what we have seen and why it makes us the way we are, it just does. Some of us will live on the battlefield for the rest of our lives physically and the rest in our minds. Wounds may heal but scars will never go away.


Owner: Ami. // Co Owner: aussiebear100 // Mini Mob: to be determined.

Form Thread

[lady windle.]

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A great war as been going on through out the world, it has even been titled World War III. It is a hard time for every two leg out there, their young boys are being taken at the age of sixteen and any man that is able to walk and hold a gun are being thrown into the battlefield. No matter their age or health all are made ti fight. Women and children are being left at home to try and keep the homeland under control but life there is no easier. Their homes are being destroyed and all of the money they do manage to bring in, is being sent to their sons, husbands, fathers, uncles, and nephews over seas. It's a cruel dark age for mankind, but I bet you are wondering where do you come into all of this?

You are a canine, a wartime canine chosen by your commanding officer to stand by the side of your master and fight this war that seems to have no end. You are in your prime and you stare death and fear right in it's eyes. You stand proud by your master and you serve your country with all that you have. Your dog tags hang around your neck and your vest lays against your coat. This is the only life you know, will it ever come to an end?

Day 3652 - It's been ten years since the beginning of the war, we are running out of options. The men are becoming weak and our money is running low. I have heard the higher ranks beginning to speak about using their nuclear weapons on the enemies and finally drawing this thing to end. But know technology has gone so far past any thing that we have ever thought possible that one bomb could wipe out a whole continent. Do they really want to kill us all?

Day 3653 - They have done it, the United States has unleashed the first nuclear weapon on the enemy. Too many lives have been lost, the enemies are raging to use their's on us. We are all scared for our lives, and not just our lives, the lives of our families. Killing the warriors is one thing, but taking the lives of innocents? I cannot wrap my mind around it... All we have left are our canines and our small unit Bravo Company. We are in the middle of the battle field and we are the last defense. Our mission is to beat the enemies to their nuclear weapons hold before they can send it airborne.

God Watch Over Us....

[iceland.]

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one; All chicken smoothie rules apply. that inclides putting links in every post and using fonts from places like veer.

two; There will be a list a dog breeds you can use. you may only use those breeds if you feel strongly about a breed you want to use p.m. ami or aussie.

three; You must write at least three well writen sentnces. writers block is no excuse and writing "shadow looked around. He looked at the other dogs who were around him. Then he walked over to Abby.

four; You must remove your signeture in this thread. If you do not you will have warnings.

five; you may not start out as a pup or pregnate dog. Pups would not be taken into battle.

six; crushes are encouraged but no insta mates. Also love triangles are encouraged and drama. But before you start drama you must pm ami or aussie.

seven; for this role-play we are only accepting 6 males and 6 females. First come first serve.

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Breeds;

Belgian Malinois
German Shepherd
Swiss Shepherd
Dutch Shepherd
King Shepherd
Belgian Tervuren
groenendael
Doberman Pinscher
Rottweiler
labrador retriever

[lady windle.]

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This is your unit, your friends, and maybe even a loved one or two. We are the last defense last standing. Our mission could not be more important. The lives you stand next too will protect you, have trust in your team.


2 males // 2 females

Coding: Owner (on top) Only Name and Image // Canine (on bottom) Name - Age - Breed - Sex - Appearance - Player

Army Ranks Reference Link: Click


General of the Army: General Cux x
Canine : Vincent Sullivan Hamby - Five Years Old - Belgian Malinois - Intact Brute - appearance - Ami.

General: General Jareau x
Canine: Moon - Four Years Old - Swiss Shepherd - Unspayed Female - appearance - aussiebear100

Lieutenant General: Lieutenant Bradstein x
Canine: England Sydney Bradstein - Five Years Old - Dutch Shepherd - Unspayed Female - appearance - Markiplier

Major: Open
Canine: Open

First Sergeant: Open
Canine: Open

Second Sergeant: Open
Canine: Open

Privates (1/6) : Private Johnson x
Canines (1/6): Markus Edward Johnson - Four Years Old - Groenendael - Intact Male - appearance - Markiplier


Relationships:
None Yet.

[lady windle.]

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We are located in the desert. Survival is hard, food is limited, and camp is where ever we rest for the night.
The journey will be hard, and danger lies around every corner, we are alone and vulnerable.
Never ever ever venture out alone. Our Five Day Journey Begins Here.

Updates and News:

● Ami and aussiebear100 completed the role play.
● Ami posted General Vincent Sullivan Hamby.
● aussiebear100 posted Moon
● Markiplier posted England Sydney Bradstein and Markus Edward Johnson

[lady windle.]

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We are now open and accepting. <33
All forms will go on the Discussion thread located in the first post.
Any RSVP please PM me and I will hold the spot for 24 hours.

[lady windle.]

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General Vincent Sullivan Hamby



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Five Years Old

Intact Brute

Page One - General of the Army

Handler;; Five Star General Cux x

Relations;; To be determined.

Tag: Bravo Company


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The sun was just beginning to wake up, and the sky was turning from it's dark midnight blue to a nice mix of peach and yellow. It was role call time. Sullivan set at the edge of the Five Star General's tent as he prepared himself for the day. Mainly just putting on his boots and securing his uniforms and weapons. Sullivan knew that he was not the top pick to be the lead dog after all the rest of his unit had four strong legs and they were not injured. He only had three and one had to be in a brace but for some reason General Cux had chosen him and you could bet your bottom dollar that he was not going to let him down. His ears were perked up high on his head when he heard the normal rustle of boots behind him and a hand pressed down between his ears. Without words and only look Sullivan knew what to do. As if nodding he took in a deep breath, lifted up to all fours and padded out of the tent.

His three layers of dog tags jingled around his neck and his vest held tight to him. Turning his eyes to the Four Star General's tent he assumed she would be up and beginning her day. Of course, Sullivan would not intrude. Turning his eyes to the post he would soon be leaving he pushed himself up onto and stood proud. Clearing his throat he let out a booming bark, and then another, and then another. He was calling his unit to attention. It was time to tell them what was going to be going on for the next five days. They had all been selected for a special mission.

[ouija.]

☯ ▬ ａｃｉｄ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ☹

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three years old
tagged: Bravo Company
basic info
handler: Major Hudson
belgian malinois

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----- What could only be described as restless slumber was interrupted by the authoritative barks of the commanding officer. Acid flinched out of her dreams, gazing upon her surroundings with a relived sigh. Being on edge had become a daily normality for the Malinois. She dared not let a possibly lurking threat have the upper hand on her nor her master. Her chocolate brown eyes looked back at the half sleeping man resting upon a "bed". Although it looked like nothing more than a sorry excuse for a mattress sparsely covered in sheets to the dog. Acid watched as her human awoke almost as uncomfortably as she had and scurried into his uniform. The both of them were on edge. Years of war heightened the wariness on ones nerves, for the better or worse depended on who you asked.
-----Seeing no pose-able threat, Acid raised herself to her feet. The last lingering bit of sleepiness was cured by a quick shake of her head and a lazy yawn. She gave one last gaze back at her master to assess his safety; then padded out of their shared tent. Sun beams crept over the distant hills of the desert like a welcoming comity to all that was new... It was a sick joke in a very tasteless form. For Acid along with anyone else who had endured this war knew there was no vast and victorious end in sight. Not yet.
-----She squinted her eyes to shield from the blinding orb and looked onward for her so called "leader" in this fight. At first only a silhouette shown through the waves of light, but soon cleared to show another of her kind. A tall and fit Belgian Malinois who wore a faded navy green vest. Acid approached the dog slowly yet respectfully. ith each step she looked over him in hopes of gathering a sense of what exactly he was all about. There were far too many questions that could be answered by just a glance, however, and the vixen decided it best to let the actions to come decide who this dog really was. She took a seat a few feet in front of his perch. "Major reporting for duty sir!" Acid barked, keeping her body stiff and controlled.

[iceland.]

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gender ;; female
age ;; 4½
breed ;; swiss shepherd
handler ;; Jennifer "JJ" Jareau
crush ;; tbd
tagged ;; open

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Moon awoke her eyes jolting open as she had a dream about Alex. She stood up and looked at JJ she relaxed and let out a deep breath. She nudged her human's hand so she would be ready for role call. Moon sat by the foot of the bed as she waited for the general to get ready. Moon glanced back and heard Sullivan call the unit. She looked at JJ and awaited orders. She saw JJ nodded and made the signal to go. The Swiss shepherd trod outside and sat neatly down in the line. As moon was now outside she could be the early morning sunset as it began to rise and the dark colors turned into a pink, orange and peachy color. Then she saw the sky fade into a beautiful light blue one so pale it almost seems unreal. Moon sniffed the air as it was something she did often she smelled nothing unusual. Moon had her best on which had her name sown in black thread on the left side. Moon could feel the metal tags hand around the skin on her neck. Something her fur did not stop from touching her skin.

Moon looked as she could hear the echo of the bark still ring in her ears before her blue orbs glanced back to Sullivan and looked awaited orders from the day. Then moon sniffed the air once more and the familiar scent came. It was her handler JJ. Moon's tail involuntarily gave a wag moon's face was stern and showed no emotion as she waited for role call. "Sir, Moon reporting for duty," the white dog said in a stern voice.

[luno]

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name; ripper]]
rank; sergeants canine
crush; ---
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He sprung up, not waiting for his handler, Ruby, to stand up. He poked his thin muzzle through the tent opening. He could see the others gathering, towards the general. He barked in response, signalling he would be there in a moment.

After some rustling, clicking and a little barking, both fights emerged from the green camo tent.

He wore a vest; his tags hung from his shoulder. Ruby held a thick metal chain in her hand, and her equipment in the other. Ruby went to stand by the other fighters, as Ripper ran towards general and the others.
"Ripper, reporting for duty." He barked, standing tall. Ruby stood behind him, saluting in respect.

(This is the worst post I've ever made- I tried.)