♔ Astray ♔ (Dog RP) Open and Accepting!

[feyre.archeron]

Ｘａｎｔａｒａ （Ｔａｒａ）
Female (unaltered)
Loner
Belgain Malinois
Scent: Gunpowder & Leather
Form: X
Voice: X
Feeling: Worried, Nervous
Tags: Arvish, Eira, The Pack
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Arvish’s eyes landed on Xantara and like a magnet he came directly towards the two. Eira seemed to shrink lower to the ground as if attempting to disappear into it. Although Xantara understood the females nervousness, she herself could not display it. Submission was against her nature though she was not quite dominant either, she just simply stood her ground. She twitched her ears forward as the male approached, his slender body pressing firmly against the bush closest to them. It seemed to hide his frame, though she could tell it was painful from both the grimace on the brutes face and the small whimper that had escaped his maw. She took a step back allowing him more room as his voice caressed her ear drums. She parted her maw momentarily before the words finally slid out “We came to ensure everyone was okay… to lend a hand so to speak? We could smell the bear” she stated, her brown eyes locking onto the large shape, stilled in the middle of the pack. It didn’t seem as if the bear had had reason to attack, she hadn’t smelled cubs nor the sweet scent of milk that accompanied nursing mothers. She glanced over at the male, his eyes landing carefully on the wound that decorated him “Are you okay?” she asked mildly, aware that the brute would answer with a yes that she herself often answered with. The yes was faked, only answered due to their extreme ability to withstand pain. It was a practiced yes, one every police dog knew well. They answered humans with it (even if they couldn’t understand them) and they answered each other with it. They were always okay. However, as she locked eyes with him, she slightly hoped the brute would be honest. She allowed her eyes to momentarily turn towards her companion, ensuring her safety before returning her eyes towards Arvish.

Ａｌｂａｔｒｏｓｓ （Ａｌｂｙ）
Male (unaltered)
Hunter
Long Haired German Shephard
Scent: Pine and Soil
Form: X
Voice: X
Feeling: Nostalgic
Tags: Hera
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When her soft eyes met his own, his heart fractured. In her lovely eyes rested a deep sadness, the same sadness he felt coiling deep in his abdomen. He listened to her soft voice, cracking slightly, expressing the sadness he felt. She was right, utterly right. The humans had left them, but had it been their choice? He doubted it. He was his girl’s caretaker, she couldn’t go anywhere without him so why would she intentionally leave him? “I don’t think they wanted to leave us. My girl wasn’t even able to leave the house without me… something had to have happened” he remarked, leaning into the female, his nose lifting slightly to touch hers. It was a comforting motion, the cool of his nose mingling with that of her own. His dark pelt mingled with hers, as his shoulder brushed hers with a gentleness he showed very rarely. He, too often, was aloof and distant. He kept to himself for the most part and so his acts of kindness and intimacy (friendship or otherwise) were far and in between. He rarely spoke as he did now and would have rather remained quiet, but this conversation was comforting, relief to the large brute. His tense shoulders relaxed slightly, until he pulled back from his gentle touch. His ears flickered forward, watching her carefully. He hoped his comfort had helped, his deep brown eyes reflecting the emotions that danced in the air around the two.

Ｔａｌｕｋａ （Ｌｕｋａ）
Male (unaltered)
Pup
Dalmation
Scent: Leather
Form: X
Voice: X
Feeling: Excited
Tags: Admiral
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Taluka tilted his head to the side, his ears tipping to the side. His ice blue eyes locked onto the large brown creature. It had a musty scent laced with the scent of fresh meat and fish, its head was large and brown, frozen with an odd snarl. It’s sharp teeth glimmered in the sunshine, offering a terrible threat. He hunkered down next to the large akita “Where did it come from?” he asked curiously. His tail tip twitched back and forth as if he wanted to wag his tail in excitement but the reality of the situation was not as exciting as he wished it were. What was it like, fighting the large creature? The adrenaline of the thought shot through his veins like fire as his tail firmly started to sway “What was it like? Fighting it and stuff?” the pup, though not built for fighting, was eager to know the details of the fight, his white coat tinged with dirt seemed to shiver with the thrill of the image. He could imagine himself leaping atop the massive beast, his teeth digging into his scruff in an unforgiving snarl. THe bear would wail and thrash but like the hero he imagined himself being, he held on, snarling at the creature the whole time. He shook himself from his thoughts and returned his icy gaze onto the large brute.

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Female (unaltered)
Pup
Border Collie x Australian Shepherd
Scent: Roses
Form: X
Voice: X
Feeling: Worried
Tags: Bosco, Yonai, Violet
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Kyna tilted her head to the side, her flop ear tilting with her. He didn’t look okay, his breathing was shallow and his eyes were closed and the young aussie mix was sure she had heard worry and uncertainty flitter in the fighters voice. However, the young female didn’t argue, she simply grasped the mouse and walked around to the other side of Bosco. Very carefully, she laid at her side, pressing her pelt against his “I caught a mouse today… it’s not very big… but you can have it” she remarked softly, nudging the small creature towards Bosco’s paws. He smelled of rust, most likely caused by blood, and the scent of the bear clung to his fur. She knew he more than likely couldn’t eat the mouse but she would bury it for him, something to make him feel better once the healer had seen him. She rested her head on her paws, nose touching the other pups side. “You’ll be okay, Bosco. They’ll take care of you. I’ll bring you food, and water and anything else you need” she remarked, her voice soft and low. She turned sharply as Violet’s scent reached her nostrils and immediately moved away for the healer. Blood at tinged her pelt, though he had been careful not to touch his wound and when the healer spoke to Yonai, the young pup barged in with her own words “Can I do something to help?” she remarked, the question was loud but not overbearingly so, rather enough for the healer to hear her over her own commotion. She twitched anxiously, hoping the healer would give her a task as well, if not she could join Yonai to help get water for Bosco.

Ａｂｒｉｅｌｌｅ （Ａｒｉｅｌ）
Female (unaltered)
Lead Hunter
Australian Shepherd
Scent: Alfalfa
Form: X
Voice: X
Feeling: Worried, Exhausted
Tags: Onyx
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Abrielle’s sides had yet to settle themselves. Her still aching lungs heaved just as she felt a nudge at her side. She blinked, turning to catch sight of the large brute at her side. She twitched her ears, her head tilting up towards him just as he sat back on his haunches, his own sides heaving. She clenched her jaw, her eyes roving across the dane mix. She saw no wounds on the large brute, but that didn’t mean that he was okay. She pushed herself into a sitting position, feeling the soreness of the fight. She blinked cautiously “Are you injured, Onyx?” she asked, worry tinging her voice. She sniffed at him, searching for the scent of blood, but she caught none. She herself had a small scrape on her forepaw, but nothing worth worrying about. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she waited for the brutes answer.

[jellycorpse]

x>> jay >> hunter >> shikoku inu >> 3 >> male >> tags; bosco, injured dogs, camp
||feeling: concerned ||

As Jay entered camp, his stomach plummeted. Rabbit blood wasn't the only blood he was smelling. Several dogs, some looking awfully torn up, were gathered around the pitbull pup Bos-...? Boston? Boscer? He had only seen the pup and his mother around camp--he had never spoken to them. He didn't like pups much. Not because he looked down upon them, but rather, they remind him of what he never had. Again, he thought, not the time for reminiscing. However, this pup was hurt. Jay trotted briskly over, setting the rabbit down outside the swath of dogs. "I got rab-..." his voice trailed off when he saw the state of the pup. Large leaves covered an angry crimson gash on the pups flank and his breathing was mildly concerning. "Bosco," he said under his breath, suddenly remembering the pup's name. Jay felt a phantom pain in his flank as looked at the pup's injury. Shutting his eyes tight, he shook his head. Jay, suddenly becoming aware of how odd his actions must look to the surrounding dogs, cleared his throat. "What happened to him?" He asked no one in particular, his voice monotone. He had heard talk of a bear earlier and the unusual, musky, fishy smell that seemed to hang around the dogs surrounding him seemed to answer his question. But how did a pup get injured? Was he trying to be a hero?

x>> damian >> fighter >> belgian malinios >> 2 >> male >> tags; patrolling outskirts of forest
||feeling: content ||

Damian trotted along the outside of the forest, the city skyline in clear sight. As he patrolled, he had allowed his thoughts to wander, as dangerous as that was. I should be watching for loners, not thinking about if any of my master's old favorite food places are still stocked. He had been going at this brisk pace for a awhile and allowed his tongue to loll out in a content pant. Thinking of piles of food made his stomach growl a bit, and Damian's thoughts were interrupted by his own protests of hunger. He decided to move his thoughts over to something more dire: the bear problem. I should be out there helping them. He had smelled some fighters and a bear some ways off earlier, but he had already made commitments to patrol, and didn't want to upset the system by leaving his post. They've got this, he thought, attempting to reassure himself.

[Lavellan]

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alpha ♕ golden retriever x german shepherd ♕ 5 years old ♕ scent: mint ♕ location: her den ♕ tags: aero/EVERYONE IN CAMP/apollo
feeling: calm/content ♕ INJURED - Deep gash on shoulder.

Looking to the Doberman from under her eyelashes, Izla sent a playful growl his way, the male's goofy game drawing a smile to her maw. Taking a few moments to clean her wound, Izla, for possibly one of the first times in her life, enjoyed the quiet. Although Francis was still adamant about refusing her leadership, Aero's small show just then showed her that, while he may still have an issue with authority, he was beginning to warm to her. And having him on her side would be of huge benefit to her. Perhaps he might even prove to be a good choice for lead fighter. Sighing, turning her nose to the mouth of her den, she watched the hustle and bustle from camp - or, what she could see from the small mouth of her den. The sight wasn't pretty - many injured dogs bustling around the cam, waiting for the healers to finish with their peers, but the sight also filled her head with a little hope. They had all come together to aid one another, to protect the pack. Standing, the fae took a few short breaths, then, with a high head, strode out into the camp. As best she could, the Alpha bounded up to one of the rocks that sat outside of her den, surveying the area before speaking, her clear voice easily projected through the camp. "Fighters, hunters, healers, mothers. I wanted to take this moment moment to thank you all. What occurred this afternoon was not something that was faced easily." Looking around the camp, she allowed her dark gaze to fall on each member of the pack present. "I know that many of you were injured. I know that many of you were afraid. Yet, you all moved to face your fears, to attack that creature that could have killed any of us with any precise blow. As a team, you came together to meet the largest battle that any of us have faced in life so far. And that, pack members, is beyond admirable. " Taking a second to dip her head, ensuring that the pack knew that her thanks were sincere, she continued. "As a small thanks for your effort, you are all released from duties for the remainder of today. Healers, once all injuries have been attended to, you are relieved as well. Enjoy your evening, pack. Visit the river, explore the forests, introduce yourselves to pack members that you may not have met previously. As dawn breaks, your duties shall resume, but for now, take a rest. " Allowing a small smile to spread across her maw, she then stepped down, tail wagging softly as she observed the pack. Her dark eyes fell on one form, and her tail ceased to wag for a second. There was one more thread to tie up. "Apollo." She called to the husky, and, with a nod of her head, she summoned the male to her den. Padding inside the dim, cool space, she sat back down, rolling her shoulder lightly to ease stiffness.

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healer ⚕ golden retriever⚕ 8 years old ⚕ scent: cocoa ⚕ location: forest/camp/his den ⚕ tags: lily/apollo
feeling: calm, collected.

Picking up a small poultice in his mouth, showing off the breed's famous 'gentle mouth', Aeon cocked an ear to the male as he asked him a question, smiling softly. Before he could lower his mouthful to the ground to answer him, however, young Lily piped up, and, while she distracted the male, he applied the poultice to the male's wound. The mashed-up leaves and berries would sting, and so Aeon worked quickly, moving away as Lily asked him a question. "I hope that didn't hurt too much, Apollo. Miss Lily, could you fetch me my purple poultice? It's much like this one, but a different colour. It should be just there, in that corner of the den. Thank you." Moving his attention back to Apollo, he answered his question. "Actually, son, Miss Lily was almost correct. I know that you are all strong enough to bear the pain until I get to you, but I also think that it's always important to remain calm when faced with an emergency. If one allows themself to panic, then mistakes will be made. And in my profession, son, mistakes might be fatal." Picking up a broad, flat leaf from beside him, pressing it to the wound firmly but gently. "Now. That should stay put until your wound is almost healed, but if it falls off, come back to see me again." Dipping his head to Apollo, he spoke again. "Would you mind sending someone else into me?" He requested of the fighter, smiling to him once more.
(Gonna wait for Flo before I reply for him c; )

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fighter ♟ pitbull x ♟ 3 years old ♟ scent: petroleum ♟ location: camp ♟ tags: bosco/kyna/violet/jay
feeling: afraid/hopeful ♟ INJURED - Damaged flank/Scratches on legs

Dark ears pricking as he heard approaching paw-steps, Yonai's heart soared as he spotted one of the healers' apprentices approaching. Nudging Bosco, he whispered "You're gonna be okay" to the pup before standing, getting out of Violet's way. As she asked him to get water, it took him a second to respond, pale eyes glued to the pup with a heartbeat racing in his ears. "Huh? M-me? Oh! Water! Right!" Stepping carefully away, the male lowered his head to Kyna, licking the top of her head lightly. "You stay here, keep Bosco company, okay?" He said softly to the female pup, then, without even a heartbeat's hesitation, launched himself out of the den, thundering through camp like a bull. Reaching the small river, skidding to a stop not soon enough and splashing his forelegs into the water. Looking around frantically for something to catch water in, the fighter carefully picked up a broad, flat leaf, holding it as carefully as he could, dipped his head down to the water, lifting his head as slowly as he could to ensure minimum spill. Walking extremely slowly back to the camp - agonizing for the brute, as every instinct telling him to rush back - after what seemed like millenia, Yonai returned to the den. Digging a small rivet into the soil in front of Bosco's nose, Yonai dropped his beloved package - leaf and all - inside, nudging the pup again. Violet seemed to have wrapped his wound, so Yonai stood hesitantly, looking from pup to healer as worry danced behind his eyes. "Is there anything else you need, Violet or can I... Can I bring him back to his mom?" He almost hesitated on the last sentence. Bosco would be best with his mother, but Yonai felt almost guilty about bringing him to her. He felt like he should have caught the pup before he was hurt, but he was too fixed on the fight, enjoying the bloodshed too much to realize that Bosco was in danger.
Hearing approaching pawsteps, Yonai's ears pricked, and his eyes narrowed as he spotted one of the hunters approaching, seemingly worried about Bosco. Why? As far as Yonai knew, this hunter had never so much glanced in the male's direction. Nonetheless, the pit mix took it upon himself to answer the question. "He.. He got in the way of the fight. Bear hit him almost square in the chest." Yonai's voice was steely, carefully calm and collected. He didn't want to show emotion to this stranger.

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hunter ❁ weimeraner ❁ 2 years old ❁ scent: caramel❁ location: hunting grounds ❁ tags: felicity
feeling: excited/saddened

Long tail wagging from side to side, Heilyn gave her full attention to the pretty fae in front of her. However, her pure excitement faded as the Border Collie spoke of her past, Lyn's tail drooping down between her legs. Sadness burned behind her eyes as she regarded the female, who spat out venomous words about her past. "Oh..." Heilyn breathed, for the first time in her young life rendered speechless. She had heard whispers of tales of humans making dogs fight one another. A beagle pup that she had met at a hunt once told her a story, but, after being reprimanded by his elders, soon admitted that he had heard the same story at another hunt. She had thought dog fights to be just that - tales passed on from pup to pup with no real beginning. But, judging by the emotion burning behind the Border Collie's eyes, she knew her preconceptions to be wrong. "I'm.. I'm sorry..." She offered, knowing that her words would likely mean nothing. Lowering her head, she looked away, allowing the fae to have her moment. Looking back, Lyn allowed her tail to wag softly once, tilting her head lightly. "Well, at least living with the pack is better, right?"

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loner ⚔ australian shepherd dog ⚔ 4 years old ⚔ scent: jasmine ⚔ location: outside pack territory ⚔tags: xantara/arvish/pack
feeling: apprehensive

Watching the male approach them, Eira's ears flattened towards her head, licking her nose. If he spotted them so easily, why wouldn't others. Who was to say that other dogs with shorter tempers would not be approaching soon? Lowering herself further, eyes flitting from male to female copperdog while she waited for Xantara to explain their actions. Cos, right now, her life in the paws of this male Malinois cross, she didn't feel like talking. A strong, coppery scent hit her nose, and she noted the large wound that decorated the male. She hadn't spotted it earlier, and her eyes widened at the sight of it. Sure, it had been inflicted by a creature at least ten times her size, but if he could move even under the pain of it, then these fighters were tougher dogs than she gave them credit for. Licking her nose once more - the female's 'tell' - she allowed her eyes to move past the male, scanning the pack for signs of their cover being blown. Any sign of another pack dog so much as looking in their direction, and Eira would be out of here. She wasn't risking her life, no matter how 'noble' their intentions.
((No muse for this gal. I might just wait for Arvish's next post c: ))

[jellycorpse]

x>> jay >> hunter >> shikoku inu >> 3 >> male >> tags; yonai, izla
||feeling: anxious ||

Turning his attention to the pitbull who had answered him, Jay studied the male's face. Taking in his sharp scent, Jay meticulously avoided eye contact. He looked at the pitbull's ears, nose, mouth, anything but his eyes. He had seen him around, but the name escaped him. Like everyone's, he thought, hatefully, Why can't I remember anyone's name? "Okay," he said flatly. Jay's pulse quickened, realizing the apparent possible coldness of his response,"...Sir," he added. Oh, Stars! You're making it worse! Just stop talking! Shaking his head, he began to turn away, muttering "Stupid!" under his breath. Thankfully, the alpha, Izla, interrupted the awkward situation. As she started talking, Jay quickly wandered away from Yonai and sat down by some other dogs who were listening. At the announcement of the release from duties, Jay sighed thankfully. He stood back up and stretched. Seeing the rabbit that he had previously dropped was uneaten, Jay snatched it in his mouth and settled in a patch of dying sun within the camp.

x>> damian >> fighter >> belgian malinios >> 2 >> male >> tags; narcissa
||feeling: interested ||

Damian's pace slowed as he spotted a familiar looking blonde female. Her scent was like everyone else in the pack with a hint of... something else... Damian remembered his master's girlfriend smelled of it whenever they would cook bread. He was comforted by this familiar scent. Damian lowered his guard and cracked a smile as he approached the she-dog. He loved meeting new dogs from the pack, but there didn't seem to be enough hours in the day to socialize as much as he would like to. He walked up to her and stopped, pricking his ears. "Nice day, or, should I say evening, huh?" he asked, softly waging his tail in an attempt to make a new friend.
(just now realizing jay and damian are like complete opposites omg)

[Salty Hootlirious]

⋭Carver
⋭Male
⋭4 years
⋭Scents of; Snow
⋭Fighter |-| Caucasian Shepherd
⋭Tags; The pack/some injured, but open!

Carver was deep asleep in more of the shadier parts of the forest, not far off from his pack. Usually, he would be awake before most other dogs, ready to defend his pack, or play with a few of the playful dogs, but today was just not his day. He was just... knocked out. Until the smell of blood hit his nose did he abruptly spring up onto his paws, but he instantly sat back down. What had happened in the pack for blood to be smelt? He was really hoping no one was hurt as badly as he thought, so he let out a low huff, slowly got up, and lumbered to the pack. Sadly, it was as bad as he thought. His ears instantly flattening at the sight in front of him. The puppy Bosco was injured. Just in time as he walked over, because he caught the last part of what Yonai said. He only quietly grunted, then perked his ears towards his leader, listening intently, but it wasn't so eager. He slightly frowned. Take a day off? No, resting wasn't really his thing until nighttime fell, or until danger was gone. But danger was gone. He didn't really believe he should rest just yet. He had woken up way to late in the day, he had to at least do something to contribute. Though at the same time, socializing did sound nice. I love socializing honestly... Hm. He grunted to himself, thinking between if he should go on a stroll through the city or explore the forest. For now, he just quickly and abruptly padded back to his spot in the shade, flopping onto his back and rolling in the grass. He figured he might attempt to chat to other dogs later, for now he decided to cool off in the shade.

¤Vinxx
¤Female
¤2 Years
¤Scents of; Smoke/Fire
¤Fighter |-| King Shepherd
¤Tags; The pack/Some injured, but open!

Vinxx was awake, but she kept her distance from the dogs surrounding the puppy, her ears pinned back, and a low growl in her chest wanted to be released. As if her inactive mothering instincts couldn't be worse, she also just wanted to go over to the pup and comfort the poor thing, but she refused. All she would end up doing is starting loosely fights out of her quick temper and end up storming after the bear... If it was alive still. She wasn't sure, as she almost.. failed her rank as Fighter. Earlier when the attack happened, she was out attempting to get lunch, as she had found a herd of deer, but she had failed. As her reward, she earned a bruised thigh and her dignity was lowered just a bit from the fail. She was only lucky the other dogs had been busy with the threat. Listening, she kinda frowned at the announcement. The she-dog had always worked herself to get more strength everyday, so how would she possibly keep herself from working today? But taking a day off did sound nice... No. I'm not gonna take a day off just because the rule of Leaders rule is law. She thought a bit angrily, then she rose off from her rear and started off towards the forest, hoping no one noticed her despite her silver colors, she would probably be noticed right away.

[feyre.archeron]

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Female (unaltered)
Pup
Border Collie x Australian Shepherd
Scent: Roses
Form: X
Voice: X
Feeling: Anxious
Tags: Bosco, Yonai, Jay, Violet
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The small aussie mix twisted her head to the side and watched as Yonai hesitated to leave Bosco. She twitched her ear tip and righted herself as the fighter approached, standing at alert, awaiting the words that slide from his maw. When he spoke her muscles noticeably relaxed. Yonai wanted her to stay with Bosco, something she was more than okay with doing. She shook her pelt, feeling the place where the fighters tongue had rasped along her fur cling to her skin slightly before she turned back to Bosco. Her tail tip twitched anxiously, unlike other times, this twitch was not meant for excitement but for the worry that Bosco would not be okay as Yonai so cautiously stated he would. She sat there and watched, waiting carefully for Violet to say something, assure her or Bosco that he would be okay, but she was too focused to truly notice if the other canine did or not. She blinked as Yonai returned, his trip had been quick yet not quick enough. She could tell by the look that lined the fighter’s face. He had taken longer than he had wanted to, but he had brought back a good amount of water for Bosco and that was what truly mattered. She collapsed to her belly and watched him carefully, not listening to Yonai’s questions but instead focusing solely on Bosco “You have to drink, Bosco” she murmured encouragingly, creeping closer to him whilst on her belly. The mouse still lay by his side, still as it had been the moment it slid from her jaw. She turned her head towards the two adults, her eyes filled with worry just as another approached. She didn’t know the stranger though her was clearly a pack wolf and by the way Yonai became standoffish, she assumed he was not to sure about the brute that approached them either. When Yonai talked, the dog before her seemed to get confused and nervous, his voice coming out brusquely only to change immediately into some form of submission. The small canine shrugged it off and returned her eyes to the frame of Bosco before her.

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Male (unaltered)
Pup
Coon Hound x Catahoula
Scent: Blueberries
Form: X
Voice: X
Feeling: Adventurous, Curious
Tags: Beck
Mentions: Kyna, The Pack

The clumsy hound pup stumbled from his den quietly. He had heard the frantic yelps and barks of dogs and smelt the sickly scent of a creature he couldn’t put a name on but he had stayed put, certain the pups were not meant to join the fight. However, as he stepped into the sunlight, warmth enveloped him and his heavy created small puffs of dust. He forget about the creature and whatever carnage it had made and instead became eager to leave the camp ground. He had no problem sneaking away. The pack was well distracted by the events of the morning and thirst made his body quiver with need. He blinked just as he slid from camp and turned once to catch a glimpse of the large brown creature lying still amidst the forest trees. The scents of his pack mingled with the creatures and he had little to say in regards to what had happened, he didn’t know the circumstances, hadn’t been there and was blissfully unaware of the blood that had shed or the fact that Kyna lay by Bosco, the pit pups blood seeping into the earth. He continued his wayward exploration until he stumbled upon the river, his eyes seeming to dance across the lithe waves of the river, ears dragging against the ground as he sniffed at the dirt. A scent had caught his attention, a highly familiar one at that. He turned his head towards the scent and caught sight of the small akita pup. “Beck?” He asked, his voice rather soft but still firm and confident, though he was normally rather indifferent “What are you doing?” he asked, though he knew he didn’t have much room to ask. He approached her, his tail swaying lightly.

Ｎａｒｃｉｓｓａ （Ｉｓａ）
Female (unaltered)
Hunter
Carolina Dog
Scent: Rosemary
Form: X
Voice: X
Feeling: Intrigued, Flirty
Tags: Damian
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Narcissa had spent her morning tracking down what she believed to be a rabbit but the tracking had ended the moment she reached the abandoned city, and suddenly her mind was more distracted by exploration than food. She was oblivious to the chaos that was happening back at camp, her nostril flaring as she took in the stale scent of gasoline, asphalt and humans. They were gone, sure, but their scent tinged this abandoned place like the flesh of prey as they sank into the earth. Hunger no longer rippled in her belly but excitement danced through her muscles. She paid little mind to what might be around her, loners the last thing on her mind but instead picked her way through rubble, emptied and some not so emptied garbage cans, and abandoned houses looking for anything that might be thought of as delectable. If she could collect some human food, she could easily manipulate those around her to do her bidding. They did it for humans once didn’t they? She felt the center of her back twitch, her fur stand on end just as she slid out of another abandoned house, a plastic bag of, probably stale, sugar cookies dangling from her maw. She twisted her head sideways, catching glimpse of a large brute of a dog. She didn’t know the dog well but he was part of the pack and the scent of their group lingered on his fur. If she remembered correctly, his name was Damian. She shook out her fur and moved closer, stopping just short of the brute, her figure somewhat hidden in the shadows. She dropped her prize at her feet and flicked her ears forward as he spoke “Hey there, that it is” she remarked, a sly almost flirtatious hint to her voice. The female was incredibly manipulative and as she stared at the dog before her she felt herself fall into the same rhythmic pattern it often did with brutes, flirt, chat, talk and offer something for an even better gift in return “What are you doing out here, not at camp?” she asked. Her excuse was easy, she was a hunter, scavenging for gifts for the pack, even if it wasn’t meat, but the brute before her, he was a fighter and though she didn’t know him well, she knew enough. He wore tags around his neck, much to noisy for a hunter, they were what had originally caught her attention, the clinging of something not far off. He couldn’t hunt if he was making noise like that, creatures would take off in a matter of seconds, but his was lean, surely he would be a fine hunter were it not for his dangling momentums of the humans. She herself wore a collar but it bore no tags, just simple leather wrapped around her neck. She wore it with pride, like most dogs did, but at least she hadn’t had to adorn the chaotic sounding tags that he now wore. How did one hunt at all or survive on their own with such noisy attire? She twitched her ear forward, the male seemed reserved which she supposed she couldn’t complain about, he was larger than her, clearly, as he was a purebred belgian malinois. He had to weigh at least 75 pounds where as she weighed in at a measly 44 pounds when she was completely fed. She twisted her head to the side as she assessed him further. His muscles were thick, strong, he could clearly fight and he had small scars, tale tell signs that he was a fighter but none that were obvious or noticeable were you not clearly, and intensely looking for them. He had a narrowed face, his eyes round and cautious but he stood as one would expect a belgian to. At last she met his eyes and awaited his response.

[zing]

Ａ Ｐ Ｏ Ｌ Ｌ Ｏ ♖
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ａｇｅ ;; 5 years
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ;; masculine
ｃｒｕｓｈ ;; izla
ｂｒｅｅｄ ;; siberian husky
ｒａｎｋ ;; fighter
ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ ;; tired, tense
ｔａｇｓ ;; aero, izla
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the brute seemed to relax in his sleep, enjoying the quiet afternoon. it seemed as if nobody was in the mood to chat. he didn't blame them though. catching a glimpse of the fighter, aero, he quickly approached. "so? how'd it g-" it wasn't long before he was unexpectedly interrupted by paw pads scraping the rock near the alpha's den. the frame shone as izla spoke, declaring that duties would be cancelled today. good choice. no dog had the strength to work right now, so her final words relieved him. resting the whole day, knowing there is nothing to stop us from enjoying ourselves for the afternoon. delightful. all was fine, now. apollo turned, starting towards the fighter den. however, a voice stopped him in his tracks, again. one he thought wouldn't address him, specifically, this soon. "yes, alpha." he followed, but his usual, cheerful comments weren't there to break the awkward pauses. they reached her den; a strong structure, large enough for many. cleverly built, but it must have taken quite a bit of time. she disappeared into the nest, but he paused. finally, he hesitated, then ducked his head as he entered. he knew what this was going to be about.. fairly obvious. their little 'show' this morning seemed to spoil their moods. preparing for the worst, the husky slowly sat, then bowed his head, preparing for the worst.

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ａｇｅ ;; 4 years
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ;; feminine
ｃｒｕｓｈ ;; crack her shell
ｂｒｅｅｄ ;; french beauceron
ｒａｎｋ ;; hunter
ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ ;; disgusted, in a scolding mood
ｔａｇｓ ;; francis
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stretching her stiff, worn out legs, she exited her den as the sunlight shone on her nose. it was never like this in france. the weather was fantastique there. but- she had to remember that she was living with wild dogs now. this was her new life. somewhere in close proximity to izla's den, there seemed to be a shrill dispute. finally, a mutt looking like a ball of cotton made his way out, attitude in his step. something seamed fairly familiar about the way he spoke. the accent. "ugh! you bring a great disgrace to our french language. je suis dégoûté!" with that, she stared him down, from muzzle to those fancy, unsharpened nails. had this white pom pom ball ever had actual training? "no wonder you can't even fight with your partners." with a final disgusted hmmph, she trotted off, her chin raised.

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ａｇｅ ;; 9 months
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ;; feminine
ｃｒｕｓｈ ;; x
ｒａｎｋ ;; pup
ｂｒｅｅｄ ;; american eskimo dog mix
ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ ;; relieved
ｔａｇｓ ;; obsidian, alder, nike
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(i'm gonna give alder + nike a chance to reply!)

[jellycorpse]

x>> jay >> hunter >> shikoku inu >> 3 >> male >> tags; rabbit
||feeling: content ||

Jay sat in his patch of sunlight in the camp, eating the stiff rabbit. (open)

x>> damian >> fighter >> belgian malinios >> 2 >> male >> tags; narcissa
||feeling: interested, flirty, hungry ||

Damian smiled at her answer, and studied her closer. This broad wasn't Damian's usual type--his type was herding dogs--but her confidence attracted Damian. Suddenly, his nose picked up a faint, sad, sweet smell and his eyes darted to the bag sitting on the ground by the she-dog's feet. He had just been craving human food. As saliva began to fill his mouth, he licked his lips a few times and swallowed. He wasn't going to drool in front of her. She's pretty, and she's got food. She's perfect. Finally, the she-dogs name decided to wander into his mind: Narcissa! Damian turned his attention back to the Narcissa's face as she asked him a question. "I was out patrolling for loners," he responded proudly, "I hear they're vicious, so us fighters have gotta protect our territory," Damian, naively, took the she-dog's wandering gaze as a pure-hearted compliment. Stretching a back-leg, he flexed the muscles for a moment, then stopped. Too much? He thought light-heartedly to himself. His mind kept drifting back to the bag of human-food. Damian hadn't had human-food for months. "So, uh," he chuckling, trying to sound casual, yet flirtatious, "You hunters hunting for bags now?"

[feyre.archeron]

Ｎａｒｃｉｓｓａ （Ｉｓａ）
Female (unaltered)
Hunter
Carolina Dog
Scent: Rosemary
Form: X
Voice: X
Feeling: Flirtatious, Proud
Tags: Damian
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The lithe female shook out her golden pelt, the sun's rays dancing along it playfully. She let her eyes rove again as he spoke, taking in the curvature of each muscle, watching as he stretched his hind leg, his muscle twitching powerfully beneath it. Show off was all that popped in her head, but the smirk that played across her maw expressed her approval of him. He seemed confident, something she tended to enjoy in other dogs, yet not superior enough to be a threat of authority. He had spoken proudly, much like she often did but not cocky enough to be a complete turn off. She shifted her weight from one paw to another, feeling the gravel move slightly beneath her paws. His eyes seemed to fall on the bag before her, the one that contained her sweet surprise. The scent of the cookies wafted towards her nostrils, making her salivate though she did not drool, it was against her nature. Her lip twitched up in a sly smile as the words slid from his maw. Ha! Plastic bags. Pressing the right buttons aren’t we though the thoughts whispered in her mind she didn’t speak them instead, her tail curled over her spine and a playful smirk danced across her maw. “Ha! It’s not the bags I was hunting, but what is in the bags” she remarked, cocking her head to the side. With one quick movement she leaned down and tore open the bag, when she lifted her head again, she held a cookie in her maw. She crinkled her nose and walked over towards him, dropping the cookie at his paws “I think, despite the plastic bag it was a successful hunt” she remarked, before setting her paw over the cookie, preventing the male from grasping it “Wouldn’t you say so, Damian?” his name trickled off her lips with ease, a seductive, flirtatious note deep in her voice as she spoke. Just as quickly she turned from him, running her tail under his chin “Have at it” she offered playfully, turning back over her shoulder “If you would like, you can accompany me to find more” the words came out more as a request than a question.

[jellycorpse]

x>> damian >> fighter >> belgian malinios >> 2 >> male >> tags; narcissa
||feeling: interested, flirty ||

Damian's eyes grew a size when he saw the pale, unbroken, delicious sugar cookie drop to Narcissa's paws. Somehow, just before Damian went to devour the heavenly morsel, she read his mind and protected it with her light blonde paw. That sly- Damian looked to the she-dog as she said his name, his fur on his spine standing for a moment, yet he didn't know why. Narcissa's cocky remarks and flirtatious attitude put Damian in a competitive mood. As her tail brushed past Damian's chin, his fur stood again, accompanied by a small shiver. Suddenly, Damian realized it had been so long since he had had any sort of affectionate contact--before his master disappeared. He remembered that last head-pat his owner had given to him as he left for his day job. Before he left... forever. Damian blinked out of his sudden sad stupor as Narcissa finally offered him the cookie. "No tricks this time?" he smiled, asking rhetorically. He bent his fore-legs to reach the now dusty cookie. Damian considered sharing the morsel, but shrugged and gobbled it down anyway. He pricked his ears as she requested his accompaniment. "That sounds great," he said, his voice garbled over the cookie in his mouth. Damian trotted towards Narcissa, swallowing, "You're a nice broad, you know that?" He smiled.