⇃ｓｏｕｔｈ ｓｉｄｅ⇂ a stray & domestic dog role play (o & a)

[she's-sato]

aalto ‣ male ‣ 3 years ‣
canaan dog ‣ bisexual ‣ open

‣ aalto hadn't eaten in some time. it was an unlucky week for aalto. the places he usually goes for food had only tiny pickings. his stomach was empty and he needed something to eat now. he wasn't going to be a dead dog today. as he whimpered pathetically to himself, he saw a man across the street with a young child and both of them were munching on pretzels. aalto wagged his tail as he trotted off the street towards them. he yipped softly to get their attention, wagging his tail to appear friendly. instead, the man yelled in his language at aalto and he swung at him. the child wanted to pet aalto and she took pity on him, but the father took aalto for a threat. aalto yelped and he ran into an alley as he shouted at him. aalto sighed sadly to himself as he sat down to catch
his breath.

sol ‣ female ‣ 2.3 years ‣
pyrenean shepherd ‣ homosexual ‣ open

‣ sol growled and as she clamped her jaw on her crate door. her humans always lock her up before they leave for work. Luckily, they come back late at night. She has all day to explore and run free. for some reason, she was struggling to unlock her crate today. it took her a bit, but she finally pushed the lock away and she nudged the door open. she wagged her tail triumphantly and she looked up at the window. the humans moved the laundry back, so climbing onto the washing machine and out the window will be difficult. difficult, not impossible. she climbed onto her crate effortlessly as she backed up against the wall, building momentum as she took a running leap onto the washing machine. a success! she then jumped onto the window sill and squeezed through, landing onto the grass below. her humans always left open the window to let air in. she wagged her stump of a tail and she turned and ran down the street, her id tag jingling as it swung around.

[Stephaaa]

(☆) ─────── L A R A
| female | 2½ years | stray | tags: valtari |

Lara felt as if cold rain was falling down on her long and somewhat clean coat. It reminded her of the egregious night she was left out to the unforeseen city, and her head drooped. If she was so paralyzed about a large canine, she might as well go to the humans. The long-haired dachshund mix thought for a moment then raised up her little head. " Fine," Lara said, with a shaky voice. Her assurance was building ever so slightly. Most of her experience with canines was fairly fine, but to think small, those canines barely made a noise at her. Now that she was in front of this daring large canine, she didn't even have a good clue on what to do. Lara's attack skills were pitiful, and she was frail. Valtari's sly grin had gone so big, it was surprising. She felt quite unsafe but finally decided on speaking up " But please— " Lara choked. " don't come to me much, I'd rather be alone." It was part true of course, she was definitely more comfortable being alone, as she is most of her days. It would be less worrying when she had a group though, but the laekenois made her anxious. Lara's tail drooped " May I please be dismissed?" the dachshund mix whined softly. Her stomach ached of nervousness, and reminded her she hadn't eaten much all day.

[lokison]

Mac Tire • 3yrs • Male • Mudi x Lab • Stray-turned-Pet • Washington Park • With Anda
The former street dog padded down the path with his human family as they entered Washington Park. He was still morning the loss of his beloved mate and the reason he’d left his street-life. This was the first time they been out in a fortnight since the accident. Mac Tire walked beside his master quietly as they drew closer to the field. His humans sat down on a near by bench and let Mac off the lead. He turned and rested his head on the mans lap who looked down at him and smiled gently petting the cross’ curly coat. “Go on boy.” He said fuesturing for the dog to go of and play. Mac did as he was told and bound off when he soon found a familiar face, the female Dalmatian Anda. He walked over to her and gave a polite smile. “Good day Anda.” He greeted.

Queenie • 3yrs • Female • Mudi x Lab • Stray • Downtown • With Valtari & Lara
”Hey get back here with my sausages you mangy mutt!” Cried a large man with a blood-stained coverall on him and a metal knife in his hand. Queenie glanced round to see how far her persurer was from catching her, although hat would never happen. Making a sharp left, the female leapt on few garbage bins and jumped over a fence in the ally escaping the angry human. Once she realized she was safe, Queenie ran toward her usual eating spot and dropped the rack of sausages before laughing. “That jerk is always so gullible.” She muttered to herself before adding “Now for my prize, six delicious local sausages.” As she began to eat, the female heard rattling coming from a cardboard box. Getting up, the cross went over to investigate to find three young puppies huddled together. Queenie stared at them with her eyes wide open with compassion and kindness. They were hungry and cold. She looked round at her food and then at the puppies before grabbing the meat and handing it to the pups. “Here you are little ones. Eat up. I’ll find you something to keep you warm. Stay here.” She told them as they looked at her and then dig into the sausages. Queenie smiled and ran off in search for something warm. During her search, she heard a familiar voice along with a frightened one. Walking down the street, Queenie came to an alley where she found none other than Valtari standing over a small female. The female raised an eyebrow and sat down wrapping her tail round her hind legs. “Still pushing those smaller than you around I see.” She remarked with dissapppintment yet slight smirk. “What’s this poor female done this time, huh?”

[zhelaniye]

ｖａｌｔａｒｉ
"the steamroller"
☆

male
3 years
no pack
no crush
loc: an alleyway downtown
feeling: amused
tags: lara + queenie

for a moment, the large, lanky male was proud of himself. it was the cheapest kind of pride to feel, having successfully taken advantage of one so apparently powerless against him, but to valtari, pride was pride was pride was pride, regardless of how or from the misfortune of whom it was derived. the laekenois raised his chin slightly, looking down at the much smaller female and allowing the sense of false superiority and control wash over him in full. he was a hedonist through and through, and he was not about to pass up this clear and relatively easily obtained opportunity to feel good. he was just about to open the upturned curve of his lips to respond to lara's submissive inquiry however, when the voice his former comrade's sister—a voice with which he had once been uncharacteristically familiar—cut through his near euphoria and brought him straight back down to the tedium of reality. queenie. oh how he hadn't missed her. as fiery and entertaining as she could be, her self righteousness irked him to no end. could she not see that this life that they both lived, often times the way that things got done bore no significance relative to the simple fact that they got done? valtari sighed heavily, turning just his head to look back over his shoulder at the mudi mixed breed where she sat all prim and proper with a feigned expression of fatigue spread convincingly on his smug face. "don't you have a family to go find or a house pet to go fall in love with, queenie, or is that just your brother's gig?" he asked, his lips twitching inadvertently at the thought of his long lost friend and the adventures that they used to have together. it was hard for him to stay nonchalant where mac was concerned. it always had been.
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ａｎｄａ
"the breath"
❁

female
2 years
no pack
no crush
loc: washington park
feeling: sympathetic
tags: mac tire

it didn't take long for anda to be pleasantly surprised by the appearance of a familiar face where she lay on the lush grass just beyond the low wooden perimeter of the playground within the park. she raised her head at the sound of an approaching canine gait and was happy to see mac tire making his way toward her. she rolled over and regained her feet quickly and returned the male's polite smile in her direction. she had heard about the passing of the mixed breed's beloved mate, and although she too grieved the golden retriever's sudden absence in her small but intimate social circle, her feelings of sympathy for mac's loss of his love were much stronger than those that she felt for her own loss of a friend. "hello mac. how are you feeling today?" she asked, hoping for the best, but not expecting it. to an extent, she knew what he was going through and she knew better than to anticipate healing so quickly. her idealistic nature wouldn't let her lose all hope, though. while she spoke, the dalmatian ducked her head slightly in a showing of respect and understanding. she didn't want for mac to think that she was devaluing or discrediting his loss in any way by inquiring about his well being; she simply wanted for him to know that she cared.

[Foxxed]

-- sure *shrug*

Hawker | Stray | Three y/o | Male | German coolie| Lake shore | Crush; N/a | Tags; Imara

Hawker wandered the coast of the lake pointlessly, his mind focusing on the raging thoughts in his head. Survival. Food. Shelter. Enemies. The pound. His head head was tilted so he could get a clear view of the water, lapping hungrily at the shore of the bank. As his thoughts tumbled inside his head, he glimpsed something not far from him, a shape, mistaking it for a log or maybe even a bear or wild animal from the surrounding area he turned away. As he began to step forward something compelled him to look back, glancing at the black mass, he stared at it long and hard trying to form a thought of what it was. Its a dog! The realization slammed him in the muzzle, clearing his head long enough to formulate a single though. Foe or friend? The canine took a step forward towards the lass, then another, till he was only a few feet away from her. Hello miss. Who are you?

Spice | Stray | 3.5 y/o | Female | Aussie | Alleyway | Crush; N/a | Tags;

Spice wandered the dark cramped alley with her head hung, slinking in the shadows. Curiously sniffing at the strewn about trash and occasional graffiti on the filthy walls. The endless roaring of car engines was only adding to the unsafe feel of the environment. Gotta get outta this dump. she mumbled under her breath, warily eyeing a raccoon filthily digging through garbage.

Macaw | Loner | Three y/o | Female | Husky x Pom | The park | Crush; N/a | Tags;

Macaw wandered the park excitedly, her tail wagging as she jogged happily around the trees. Jumping and chasing after the birds and the squirrels, snapping her white teeth at the fleeing creatures, much like a over energetic pup. Her tongue hanging out mouth in a tired pant, her energy seemingly limitless as she stumbled over fallen logs and hidden rocks.

[lokison]

Mac Tire • 3yrs • Male • Mudi x Lab • Stray-turned-Pet • Washington Park • With Anda
Watching the female as she got up, Mac Tire tilted his head. "Sorry did I wake you?" He asked curiously. Sitting down not far from the liver colored dalmation, the cross then smiled at her greeting and sighed. "I'm, well copping I guess. I miss Honey deeply and though the master and his mate don't show it, I know they miss her just as much as me possibly even more." He replied as he leaned to the side and scratched behind his ear. "What about you? I know you two were rather close." Mac Tire knew that Honey and Anda would always meet up at this park when their masters walked them.

Queenie • 3yrs • Female • Mudi x Lab • Stray • Downtown • With Valtari & Lara
Queenie stood up and wondered over to the male. She cringed slightly at his words. "Ouch, was that meant to hurt my pride? Oh wait no that's just you." She replied with a feminine laugh as she circled round the two and then stretched her front legs and yawned; her pink tongue - like her pelt - had a few patches of black dotted about. Glancing down at the smaller female, the mudi cross gave a polite smile. "I'm terribly sorry for this brutes behavior. He can be rather obnoxious at times. Plus his pride tends to blur his vision." She remarked quietly with a wink before returning her attention to Valtari. "No Val, I thought you would have realized by now that I am certainly not my brother. What Prince...no sorry Mac Tire I believe he's now called, does has nothing to do with me but if I do so happen to fall in love with a charming and handsome pet then perhaps I would do the same, I really can't say until it actually happens." She said with a slight teasing tone. Brushing her tail along the males side as she walked back round him and ended up where she began, Queenie sighed and shrugged. "And anyway, I'm rather content as I am. I have all the food I could want and freedom to roam as far as I like. Plus I get the pleasure of messing with you my dear Valtari."

[Stephaaa]

(☆) ─────── L A R A
| female | 2½ years | stray | tags: valtari, queenie |

The few seconds of silence between the laekenois and the dachshund mix felt as if a volcano were erupting with exasperation. Lara's paws were shaking less, but she still felt in shock. As Valtari was about to respond, the noise of scratching paws became clear in Lara's mind. An unfamiliar was approaching the depths of the alleyway, its coat was shining black, with a few patches of light cream. What really stood out was its gleaming sky-blue eyes, which made Lara think if her own eyes. As the dachshund mix awaited her arrival, she took a quick nervous glance at Valtari, who seemed somewhat overjoyed. He must have known this canine, in a seemingly good way. As the canine approached, Lara could see that she was quite confident in her walk. As she spoke, she had a sly feeling to her voice. Despite Queenie's bravery, Lara still couldn't speak up too well. " Thanks," Lara mumbled. Queenie's wink made the tiny dog slightly bewildered, but appreciated the action. When Valtari and Queenie spoke, they seemed very enthusiastic about their sarcasm and teasing. Lara's long ears slightly perked up at the conversation but continued to stay put, curled up in a tiny ball, looking small as always.

[she's-sato]

aalto ‣ male ‣ 3 years ‣
canaan dog ‣ bisexual ‣ tagged; spice

‣aalto flinched when he heard garbage rustling and a female dog speaking to himself. had he wondered into another dog's territory? he turned around and saw the australian shepherd with her head hung low. canaan didn't get the sense that this dog was hostile, but when it comes to food, even if its scraps, dogs can be unpredictable. he stood up and cautiously padded towards the female, stopping a few feet away to give her some distance. "i'm sorry, is this your alley? because i can leave..." he said in a cautious tone.

sol ‣ female ‣ 2.3 years ‣
pyrenean shepherd ‣ homosexual ‣ open

‣ sol growled and as she clamped her jaw on her crate door. her humans always lock her up before they leave for work. Luckily, they come back late at night. She has all day to explore and run free. for some reason, she was struggling to unlock her crate today. it took her a bit, but she finally pushed the lock away and she nudged the door open. she wagged her tail triumphantly and she looked up at the window. the humans moved the laundry back, so climbing onto the washing machine and out the window will be difficult. difficult, not impossible. she climbed onto her crate effortlessly as she backed up against the wall, building momentum as she took a running leap onto the washing machine. a success! she then jumped onto the window sill and squeezed through, landing onto the grass below. her humans always left open the window to let air in. she wagged her stump of a tail and she turned and ran down the street, her id tag jingling as it swung around.

[zhelaniye]

ｖａｌｔａｒｉ
"the steamroller"
☆

male
3 years
no pack
no crush
loc: an alleyway downtown
feeling: amused
tags: lara + queenie

everything about the smile that valtari brandished in queenie's direction said challenge. his eyes were narrowed and his jaw was tight, despite the superficial joviality of the expression. "i forgot how much you love the sound of your own voice queenie, love. i should never have gotten you started." when he spoke, his voice was as animated as it often was, but it also had an edge of coldness to it. val had never been one to make a habit of committing to others, but he had made an exception for mac—and by extension, queenie—and he had suffered for it. there was definite bitterness there, at least on valtari's side, but not enough to keep him silent and vengeful in his grudge. "where exactly is all of this food and freedom that you speak of? I see very little of either here on the south side these days," he added, in a more musing tone. for the most part, val's attention was now focused on queenie, but he certainly hadn't forgotten about lara as the conversation between himself and his former friend's sister progressed. his left ear flicked back in the little dachshund mix's direction when she spoke, and it continued to do so every so often as he actively monitored her position and movements. her obvious discomfort was a small price to pay for the show that she was getting here.
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ａｎｄａ
"the breath"
❁

female
2 years
no pack
no crush
loc: washington park
feeling: sympathetic
tags: mac tire

anda's ears lifted and the crease between her brows deepened significantly in a clear display of empathy and concern for her friend at mac's words, and when the male lowered his rear end to the ground just in front of her, the dalmatian was quick to do the same, shifting her weight back and sinking casually into a seated position as well. she gave her head a light shake to non verbally indicate that he hadn't woken her and that even if he had, her primary focus at the moment was his welfare after everything that he'd endured, not whether or not she had enjoyed the privilege of an undisturbed afternoon nap. "you didn't wake me. i was just resting; the children make it almost impossible to sleep here, but i can hardly blame them for that," she said, glancing over that the play structure on which her master's two children had spent the entire morning playing with a small, fond smile before returning her sympathetic gaze to her friend. "it would be impossible not to miss her, mac. honey was one of my best friends, and i know that you two were very much in love. she will be sorely missed around here," she remarked, her eyes and her voice tainted with grief. "have you been able to speak to your sister since?"
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ｉｍａｒａ
"the wraith"
⚔

female
4 years
no pack
no crush
loc: the shore of lake michigan
feeling: surprised + irked
tags: hawker

imara's ears pulled back instantaneously at the sudden sound of an unfamiliar voice emanating from behind her. much to her chagrin, it was her first instinct to freeze rather than to turn and fight, so for a moment she just stood with her hackles bristling over her hunched shoulders and her back to her perceived assailant. she could feel her heart beating in her throat, introducing more and more adrenaline into her blood stream with each pulse. her nostrils flared, desperate for what little information a whiff of the approaching canine's scent would give her, and her claws scraped against the coarse grainy sand of the beach beneath her as she flexed her paws in anticipation of some kind of a fight. her tongue flashed quickly over her bared teeth as she finally turned towards the male currently addressing her, agitation spread plainly over all of her features. "what difference does my identity make to you?" she snapped, her eyes bright with anger and focused solely on the german coolie in front of her. "knowing my name will hardly change anything about how you treat me or how i treat you in return, so what's the point?" she asked.

[olivionary]

Horatio; in front yard; tags - n/a
"Good boy, Horatio." The fluffy dog turned as his owner lead him out into the front garden, in order to keep him out the way as they cleaned. The tall dog whined as the door was closed onto him nose, lowering his head as he turned to face out onto the street. Horatio sniffed at the ground as he padded up to the gate, quietly looking up and dog the road before settling in the grass besides a rose bush. A sigh escaped the dog as he flopped his head onto his paws, waiting to be allowed in or for the arrival of the postman.

Emir; wandering the street; tags - sol
"Where the hell did that idiot go?" Emir mumbled to herself as she padded down the alleyway looking for her companion, even though it had been her who had wandered off. She squeezed herself through a fence and onto a street, her gaze wandering up and down the long road lined with houses with beautifully kept gardens. Lifting her nose into the air to sniff, Emir glanced back and forth before continuing to walk. With a flick of her ear the small dog turned her head towards noise on the opposite side of the street as a dog wriggled through an open window, "Hey!" She called out while taking a step forward in order to offer assistance, before stopping as the dog managed to get out.

Bjorn; looking for emir in the park; tags - n/a, macaw mentioned
Bjorn was annoyed, perhaps more than annoyed, as he wandered around in search of his smaller companion. He grumbled to himself as he padded along in search of Emir, the small idiot had disappeared while he was chasing geese and now he couldn't find her. Having decided that he didn't want to get lost himself, Bjorn decided that his safest bet was likely returning back to the park to wait for Emir to return when she was ready. He eventually returned, keeping his head low as he squeezed through the fence into the park. His gaze wandered over the open area for a moment, watching a smaller dog chasing the small animals for a moment before padding towards the pond.