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[zamatsenga]

d&s
noticeboard

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humans have left earth. the sun has
expanded, burning most plant life to
the ground. co2 has thinned the
atmostphere so much it is almost
non-existant, alowing intense heat to
bake the earth to a crisp. the seas
have risen, shrinking continents. the
sea has also risen in acidity, the salt
content has ascended from 3.4 % to
86.6%, it is now so salty it will dissolve
flesh, plant life and some soft metals.
there is no life left behind except the
genetically modified animals. but sadly
even these are starting to die out
through lack of food and fresh water.
among these animals are an asortment
of dogs. they live in a large abondoned
city, next to a muddy fresh water river.
they are a tight-knit pack with strict
rules and a strong will to survive.
will you join the pack or try to survive
in the desolate land?

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[zamatsenga]

▲turn off your sig while rping
▲ tess's rules apply
▲ if you are going to
kill of a character,
pm me and include
the player.
▲ drama inside the rp
is fine, drama outside
the rp is not acceptable.
▲ you will be kicked
from the rp if not active
for more than 1 week.
▲ no being your own
mate/crush.
▲ keep posts at least
5 detailed sentences long.
▲ if you have a problem
with another player, please
pm me and we can sort
something out.

[zamatsenga]

PM me to add a note to the noticeboard.
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▲IMPORTANT:
the pack are based in the OLD HOSPITAL.
it has many rooms and a rotted ceiling.
▲ FAIN has limited english, if you are wondering
why i've misspelled some words.

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[zamatsenga]

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The City

the city is a large, dirty place, with many abandoned buildings and places to hide. a river, baring fresh water runs to the east side of the city. it sustains the pack that are living there.
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The Wasteland


a dry, rocky, almost inhabitable place, the wastelands are the only in which plant life grows. don't be fooled, these are scrubby little grasses with very little nutrition and a bitter taste. the wasteland stretches on for most of the continent, provide minimal shelter under rocks and in ravines.
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[zamatsenga]

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City Pack

alpha:

〖luthor┆4 years┆male doberdane┆flowermist.〗

delta:

〖 thorn┆2 years old┆female border collie┆honey & spice〗

scavengers:

〖fain┆5 years┆female doberman pinscher┆flowermist.〗
〖dante┆3 years┆male husky x german sheppard┆Omens in the Stars〗
〖 greyson┆3 years┆male husky┆amoureuxxx〗
〖lake┆3 years┆slougi ┆huskee〗
〖bebop┆4 years┆male basenji ┆huskee〗

guards:

〖esme┆1 year┆female rough collie┆spicy.™〗
〖teja┆1 year┆female saarloos wolfdog┆Omens in the Stars〗
〖sage┆2 years┆female border collie┆honey & spice〗
〖rocksteady┆6 years┆male bullmastiff┆huskee〗

mothers:

〖juno┆4 years┆female german shepherd┆mother to juniper┆TheCryptid〗
〖mother┆age┆appearance┆open〗

〖juniper┆8 months ┆female german shepard and pitball mix┆TheCryptid〗
〖dusty┆2 months┆female tevuran┆huskee〗
〖pup┆age┆appearance┆open〗
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Wasteland survivors

〖name┆age┆appearance┆flowermist.〗
〖abre┆8 months┆male great pyrenees ┆J e n n y〗
〖beau┆4 years┆male american pitbull terrier┆J e n n y〗
〖topaz ┆3 years┆female australian shepherd, (border collie mix)┆J e n n y〗
〖yves┆3 years┆male ibizan hound┆spicy.™〗
〖ellie┆3 years┆female border collie┆artisticfox〗
〖name┆age┆appearance┆open〗
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[zamatsenga]

now open for posting!

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[zamatsenga]

L u t h o r !!
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✔ || male || doberdane || crush: open || location: old hospital || tags: fain, topaz ||
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Dull sunlight filtered in through the rotted rafters of the old hospital. Luthor raised his head and blinked his eyes. Petite dust motes danced in the stuffy air. Thoughts rushed through his head, most of which he ignored. There is something magical about solitude, thought to himself. The silence didn't last long, it was pierced by a cacophony of angry barks. He stood up suddenly, his senses alert. He dashed round the corner to find Fain cornering another dog. Fain. What do you think you're doing? He rounded on her, eyes flash with aggression.

F a i n !!
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✔ || female || doberman || crush: open || location: old hospital || tags: topaz ||
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Git. Git here. C'mawn doggie, git! Fain snarled, trying to the other dog by the collar. the other dog did not want to come, as it seemed. Fain. She froze, caught in the act. What do you think you're doing? A shadow loomed over her as she turned to face massive Luthor. Her brain went into overdrive, assessing him as a threat, and mentally listing his weakness and stronger aspects

[J e n n y]

B e a u || loner || male || 4 || crush: open || tags: open!! || mentions: --
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Beau trotted through the abandoned city, looking around for nothing in particular. He had just managed to catch a plump squirrel and his catch hunt loosely in his mouth. His jaws clung to his prey, and saliva formed quickly in his mouth from the taste of the squirrel on his tongue. He trotted towards the river that passed through the abandoned city. He was definitely looking forward to eating his newly-caught prey and drinking the fresh water.

Beau rarely ventured to the running river, because he knew it was the only source of water in the city. Many animals, both predators and prey, were likely to know of this river and could be seen gathering there. Beau, not wanting to have to confront any other animals, dogs or otherwise, preferred to steer clear of the freshwater. However, it wasn’t often that Beau caught a plump squirrel; he usually had to live on human trash that was leftover from when the city was abandoned, or on insects. Larger prey such as squirrels and raccoons had too many hiding spots and could easily run away from a larger animal like Beau.But he was lucky enough to catch this particular squirrel in an abandoned park.

Beau was sleeping under a tree in the park and when he awoke, it was as if the gods above had sent the squirrel down for Beau to eat. The squirrel was only two large leaps away from Beau, in the middle of the now dead grass that filled the park. The squirrel might’ve been munching on some grass or nuts, but it did not matter, for Beau was on him in a second, leaping onto the squirrel and biting down roughly on his neck. The Pitbull was tempted to dig right into his meal, but he wanted to savor it, and that was why he decided to head to the stream. Eating squirrel and drinking fresh, cool water sounded like the best idea in the world to him at the moment, and even thinking of it made him speed up from a trot to something between a trot and a run.

He arrived at the river and dropped his catch on the riverbank. He quickly dug in, placing a paw down on the head of the squirrel and digging in. He ate slowly, attempting to savor every bite that entered his mouth. It was not easy though; Beau’s hungry stomach growled angrily, telling the dog to take larger, quicker bites. Eventually Beau gave in, and within minutes, the squirrel was gone; the only remnants were the mark on the ground that showed an animal had once bled there. Beau walked slowly towards the water, bending his head down and taking a few large, slow gulps from the fresh water. It ran down his throat and seemed to flood life into him. The meal was an amazing start to the day and Beau was thankful. Hopefully nothing would go wrong.. He thought to himself and took a deep breath. He looked around the riverbank quickly in search of any predators that could threaten him.

A r b r e || loner || male || 8 months || crush: open || tags: open!! || mentions: --
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Arbre took a deep breath of the air.. What was that smell? He sniffed again; it seemed to be the smell of a living animal. A frog, maybe? Or was it a grasshopper? He followed the scent, bounding around the rubble that lay around the area. His head tilted upwards and his ears perked up as he sniffed and listened for his prey. He leaped over another pile of trash and found in front of him a butterfly.

It was a Monarch; the bright orange color of the butterfly greatly clashed with the darkness of the buildings and trash around it. Arbre paused momentarily, in awe of the complexity of the small markings that covered the butterfly’s wings. In this moment of pause, the butterfly seemed to sense something was watched her and took flight. Arbre watched as the butterfly flew upwards and then in two small circles over the tiny pup’s head. He froze mid step as the butterfly flew towards him; a hint of fear blew up into his mind. RUN! His mind seemed to scream at him. And so he did: he took off in the opposite direction he came from, yelping once in automatic fear. Even though he knew that the butterfly couldn’t really hurt him, something inside him told him that he had to be scared of them.

Arbre ran for quite a few seconds before slowing to a trot. His stomach grumbled in protest; he was hungry and that was supposed to be prey! The young puppy stomped his foot angrily -- why did he have to be scared of butterflies? And why couldn’t that butterfly have been something tasty like a rabbit or a raccoon? Abre huffed audibly and began to scramble up a particularly large pile of trash in front of him. Once he reached the top, he sat down proudly. The pile wasn’t very large, probably only about the same height of the pup himself, but climbing it made him feel important. From the top, he could see a little bit more of what was around him. He held his head high and looked around in search of anything interesting.

T o p a z || loner || female || 3 || crush: open || tags: Fain, Luthor || mentions: --
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Topaz opened her eyes slowly, the sun rays shining directly on her waking her up silently. Her eyes fluttered open, the sun making her want to squink. She lifted her head up slowly, uncurling herself from the ball she had slept in the night before. She looked around and took in her surroundings; they looked much different now that it was morning rather than night. She was laying across the street from was seemed to be some sort of hospital. The walls were now almost collapsed and the street in front of it was cracked and littered with dirt and rubble. Topaz slept in a cardboard box, though the walls of the box reeked of mold and dampness. The smell of the box brought a sneeze to her nose and she attempted to shake it away, quickly shaking her head and sniffing. She stood up quickly, taking a few quick steps away from her temporary home before her sneeze escaped her.

After sneezing, she yawned and stretched, her underbelly almost touching the ground as her front paws stretched out in front of her. Another yawn escaped her jaws and with it a tiny whine escaped as well. She licked her maw tiredly before taking a better look around the area. Her eyes drooped lazily: the poor girl was still tired from the night. She looked in the direction of her overnight bed, looking around it for any signs of food or water. Next to the box was a puddle of water that had dripped from the house behind the box. It was only a puddle, but Topaz padded over to it anyways, lapping up the cold, musky water. It tasted like dirt, but it quenched her thirst nonetheless. She yawned a third time, her head tilting upwards and her ears pinning as she did so. Her eyes shut tightly as well, opening again once her yawn was complete. She began to look around for any other signs of food.

She turned her head towards the old hospital just in time to see a large, thin dog running right at her. She had only enough time to yelp before the dog was upon her. The doberman was much stronger than she was and Topaz had no idea what she was trying to do. The dog held firmly onto Topaz’ collar, pulling her towards the hospital. “Git. Git here. C'mawn doggie, git!” Topaz struggled against the dog’s grip.. What was wrong with this dog?! “Hey! Stop that!” She yelped loudly; she twisted and writhed in an attempt to break free from the Doberman’s jaws -- but to no avail. “What are you doing?” She whined quickly, both terrified and confused. Topaz hadn’t done anything! She didn’t even know this dog! Where was she taking her? Topaz continued to struggle against the grip of the dog’s jaws, but the other dog continued to pull her towards the hospital, and they were getting closer.

Suddenly another dog appeared, this one also looking like a Doberman, but not exactly purebred.. “Fain” started the other dog.. That must’ve been Topaz’ attackers name: Fain. Topaz felt Fain stop and look up at the newcomer, still grasping onto Topaz’ collar. Topaz twisted and wiggled her head, but gave up quickly -- it was no use. Topaz stood, the larger dogs looming over her, one still holding her collar. Her tail was tucked tightly and her ears were pinned in submission. A small, cowardly whine escaped her muzzle. Was this the end of the friendly, lovable Topaz?