𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕: 𝙰 𝙳𝚘𝚐 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚁𝙿 (𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗)

[Darqua]

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SERAI
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4 Yrs | Bisexual | Inuit Dog | Mentions: Maxwell

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Forlorn, Serai parted with the corpse that lay immobilised, crushed by the weight of fallen rubble. “I’ll see you on the other side, my friend.” With these words, she left the dog she’d once considered her most faithful companion, biting back tears and refusing to look back. Serai knew she shouldn’t have left the dogs that morning. With food in short supply, she’d ordered everyone to split up over the city and head off alone. She too, had gone her own way. There was no going back on this mistake. No dog would stand a chance against a disaster of this scale. It was a miracle she’d made it out alive. Alive but alone. She blinked softly as she studied the area for any sign of life. There was little use in looking now. The wave had taken everything. And what it had missed, the tumbles of rubble had surely wiped it out.

Serai’s eyes widened as she peered down at the deep waters. This would prove challenging. Navigating a flooded city for a dog unable to swim probably wasn’t the best idea. She took a deep breath and cleared the water with a leap, latching onto the next rooftop and pulling herself from harms way. As she finally made it onto the flat ground, she stopped dead, her eyes locking upon a dark figure a short distance away; a large black dog. Serai was both hopeful and relieved to see another dog, but kept her guard up. With her head down, she watched quietly, tilting her head as the dog paused to call out a mighty howl. She relaxed, feeling the intention of this dog was in fact to draw in anyone nearby. Serai composed herself before stepping forward. “You’ll be lucky if anyone comes. I’ve made it from Central Park, you’re the first sign of life along the way. I’m Serai.”

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3 Yrs | Bisexual | Mongrel | Mentions: Open

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Tiger hadn’t moved from the same spot for hours now. His body curled up in protection, his face tucked fearfully behind his tail, refusing to leave the shelter he’d found amongst the rubble of a collapsed building. It was dry, far away from the water below, so to him, it was considered the best spot. Maybe he’d stay here forever. His mind slipped in an out of a dazed sleep as he rested, but his ears instinctively twitched and perked, causing him to eventually grow the confidence to lift his head. Tiger blinked hard as his eyes met the mass of destruction around him, but he shook his head and looked away, focusing instead on the factor of importance that had initially caught his attention. The howl “There’s someone out there?” He questioned himself in surprise, and felt a small smile tug at his maw. For hours Tiger had been searching for life other than his own. Perhaps there was hope after all.

He kept cautiously down to a ledge below, wincing as his bruised body was once again pushed into motion. Lucky for Tiger, he had sustained little in terms of injuries. He had a few scraps and bruises, but nothing that wouldn’t heal in a short time. His mind processed the howl, and Tiger was given the impression that this dog must be pretty big. The call was deep and low, and must’ve been loud to reach him. It would take him time to get there, but this gave him new hope. His greatest fear would be to die alone.

[CarbonatedWeasel,]

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A few gallons of water fled out of a trash bin as Murdoc pushed it over in an attempt to find food.
The open wounds that covered Murdoc's paws were bound to get infected if he didn't get out
of this water that covered the ground. He became more uncomfortable as the cuts all over his body
were now beginning to get lightly rained on by.. more water.

The Doberman eyed a large pile of what appeared to be scrap metal. He decided that this pile would
help him get out of the water, but as he began to climb it, a loud howl that came from a nearby dog startled
him, which made him trip and cut himself on a piece of metal. "Lovely.." The large dog grunted in pain.
But this new wound didn't occupy him for long. The main thing on his mind was the fact that, that howl
sounded extremely close, like a few yards away. Murdoc peered beyond the trash heap, only to see
two dogs interacting with one another. Murdoc quickly ducked under the trash, hoping that the
others hadn't noticed him. He wasn't very curious as to what the others were doing, and he definitely
was not interested in introducing himself.
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The female's stomach growled quite loudly, it was definitely time to find some food. But
Isla was used to being fed by humans. She wasn't sure how to really scavenge or hunt
for food. She considered trying to find a friend to help her, but just as she thought
that, she heard a faint howl.

Isla began to have some faith and hope as she climbed over concrete and kept her nose low
to the ground in an attempt to try and find the dog who had howled.

[.cłarke]

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At least someone must’ve heard his call. From the millions of dogs that resided in the city, there was little chance Max was the only one who made it. He figured it would be worth howling a second time, but a voice behind him caught his attention. It took everything he had to suppress his instincts, tightening his jaw and gritting his teeth to prevent a growl or snarl. This was simply his strong trait of protection coming through, as once this unfamiliar figure came into sight, Max relaxed, and slowly stepped forward to greet her. “Maxwell. I figured there’s no harm in trying. We can’t be the only lucky ones.” He forced a smile and sat, his tail wrapped round his paws. “Well for what it’s worth, I’m glad you made it too, Serai.” A gentle breeze arrived with a few spots of rain and Max sighed, breathing in the air. But within it contained a scent. The trace of another dog. “Hello?” He called out, narrowing his eyes as he believed to see a figure hunkering beneath a trash heap. “Come on out. We won’t hurt you. Right?” He looked pointedly at Serai. He didn’t know her, so couldn’t predict her in any way. All he could do was hope she would work with him rather than against him.


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German Shepherd Mix ~ Past: Pet ~ 3 Years ~ Female ~ Heterosexual ~ Tags: Kona

Never had Quinn been a shy dog. So it wasn’t surprising she greeted the approaching face with a beaming smile. “Oh thank goodness. Can you help me out?” She held still, her tail wagging as she felt the dog take hold of her collar. Quinn wriggled, and eventually the leather tore apart, and she tumbled back free of the bonds. Shaking the water from her face, she took a few breaths and looked to her saviour. “Thank you! You have no idea how long I was there.” Relief overwhelming her, she nuzzled this new face before taking control of herself, forcing herself off keep composure. Quinn wasn’t good with boundaries. That was one of her biggest problems when meeting new dogs. Realising this, she came quick with an apology. “Sorry. Just relieved you heard me. I thought I was alone. I’m Quinn” She noticed the dog’s interest in a nearby sound, and took a moment to listen in. “Looks like there’s someone else out there. Maybe we should head towards it?” Quinn was still worried, despite her relaxed persona, and like so many others, didn’t know what to expect from now on. Finding others did seem in their favour, nevertheless.

[кσι]

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Female | Australian Shepherd | Heterosexual | Tags: Quinn, Open
Kona let out a sigh of relief as the collar fell apart, a smile forming on her maw as the dog thanked her "You're welcome.. I can only imagine what it must have been like for you.." The merle Aussie looked down at her paws, only to be greeted with murky water, rather than the earth. She stiffened as the stranger nuzzled into her, quite surprised by the sudden contact, as this wasn't something she'd felt in a long time "Ahh, it's fine.." Kona smiled once more as the dog introduced herself, her nub of a tail wagging slowly, it was nice to meet a friendly face after going through so much horror and pain "It's nice to meet you, I'm Kona." She nodded at the German Shepherd's question, her head turning in the direction she'd assumed the howl came from "I agree, they may need help too.." The Aussie turned quickly and made her way toward the sound, looking over her shoulder a few times to make sure her new companion was following behind her.

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Female | Australian Shepherd | Heterosexual | Tags: Murdoc, Maxwell, Serai
Winter stopped as three figures came into view, who she assumed where the dogs who'd howled not long ago. She came up on them slowly, her ears pulled back and her body low to the earth, hoping the new dogs wouldn't treat her as a threat. The small dog watched as the larger male called out to one of the figures, who seemed to be hiding just as she was, his voice nothing but welcoming as he did so. Winter came up from behind the trash heap and the other dog behind it, her hopeful eyes focusing on the two dogs further ahead as she emerged, shaking out the muddy water from her normally clean fur "H-hello..? Are you the one who howled..?"

[clemen]

Drizzle

2yrs - Strait - Female - With Dogs - Mentions: Chip, Kona Quinn - Tags: Open

Drizzle gave a slight whimper as she glanced over at Kona And Quinn, she wanted to help but she was much to shy. She whimpered and dug threw the ruble, looking for remains and prey. She glanced at her side, it was still blood-smelling as she licked it. She spotted a dead rat and pounced over to it. She ate a little bit of it and then spit it out. It was gross. She sniffed it again and realized it was most likely laying there for days, and the Huge wave hit it and it makes it taste salty. She mumbled as she threw the rat under the ruble. Her side hurt so bad. She lay down and licked her side, her leg didn't hurt as her side but she did take notice of it. She lay for 10 minutes then she padded up, once more, again digging threw the ruble. Then something popped into her mind, she wondered if chip was around, but as she looked around and gave a sniff, there was no sign of chip or his scent.

Fiery

4yrs - Strait - Male - Doberman - With Dogs - Mentions: Ajax - Tags: Open

Fiery Jumped off the huge building he had been sitting on and gave a low growl, still upset by his owner. He wasn't in a good mood at all. He looked at his collar and sighed, it was hard for him to do this but he must. He dug a small whole and threw the collar in it, then he covered it back up. He kicked some bricks over it and growled again. He left it and glanced at Ajax, it looked like none of the dog's were doing anything. He wondered who would be their alpha, maybe the dog that sent the strange howl. He wondered at he stalked over to a puddle water pond and gave a drink. He made a weird face because it was salty, but it was all he had, it was super salty. He looked up in the sky, it look cloudy and rainy. It was only 12 hours since the huge wave had struck all of these dogs. He shivered. He thought the little black dog, sparrow and where he was now. But it didn't matter where he was, because fiery had a new life now.

Dove

5yrs - Strait - Female - Husky- Alone - Mentions: Chaos - Tags: Kona, Quinn

Dove woke up from a long and dreadful nap, trying to forget about the huge wave striking. She was trying to focus on the white blur of fur she saw. She was sure it was her brother, Chaos. She ran across the ruble and she scents 3 other dogs. She peered around the corner of a torn down house and she saw 3 dogs, One digging in the ruble, the other 2 talking to each other. She padded over to the ruble and sniffed it, trying to pick up any scent. She wasn't going to join these strange dogs, she rather be a loner, and follow the strange howl by herself, But she might as well ask these dogs if they've seen chaos, but she refused to tell them anything else. She padded over to them and narrowed her eyes. "Hello, have you seen a dog like me pass by here, his name is Chaos." she said to the dogs. She ignored the whimpering dog digging in the ruble.

Ghost

3yrs - Strait - Male - Alone - Mentions: Kona - Tags: Open

Ghost opened his weary eyes as he stared at the top of a wall, he rolled over ad shook himself. He sat up and padded along the side of the wall. He jumped down and continued his search for his littler mate, Kona. He jumped over some shattered glass, ignoring his limp leg. He found a tiny dead mouse, he gulped it up in a second. He didn't even care how nasty it was, he was going to starve if he didn't eat. His stomach growled in hunger, that mouse was tiny. He padded on and lapped some salty puddle water. He shook his pelt and shivered, he was freezing. He stop to rest inside a pile of wood. He slept for 1 hour and then he got up and moved on again. His leg hurt so bad, he was sure it was broken, or something was wrong with it. Just then he picked up a faint scent of other dogs, if he followed it, he could ask the dog if they have seen kona! He ran as fast as he oculd, carrying his limp leg behind him. He saw a dogs, starring at him. His head felt tired and dizzy. He was about to open his mouth but, he fell down, fainting.

[wildsight]

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Cookie padded along panting. With both her leg and head she was having a hard time keeping
a good pace. She wondered how much longer it would be until she would fine the source of the
howl. She continued to limp. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she walked. She was getting
tired of walking. Maybe, she would run into another dog. She growled softly as pain shot through
her head once again. She began to think about what she would do when she found the source of
the howl. That mostly depended on what the source was. If, it was a dog...she didn't know what
she would do. Another animal? Same thing. She sighed. She had slowed to a walk now. How much
farther. She shook her head and began to quicken her pace. She soon scented something. What
was it? Dogs? She was wondering if she was just imagining it. She knew had to find other dogs soon.
What would happen if she found dogs she wondered. She began to move quicker. If, only she could
find them. She slowed down as her legs tired. She wouldn't make it. She couldn't. She was in too
much pain. Wait. What was she thinking? She couldn't give up now. Not now. She was too close.

𝒜𝒿𝒶𝓍
{Male}~{American Staffordshire Terrier}~{4 Years}~{Heterosexual}~{Tags: Maxwell, Murdoc, Serai, Winter}
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Ajax continued to walk in the direction of the howl. He was still slow however due to his shoulder.
He grunted every time he put weight on it. He wondered if the dog had howled for help. If, the dog
had then maybe he could help it. He didn't know how if it was hurt. He just wanted to find someone
else to talk to. Mostly he just wanted to know that he wasn't the only one. He padded onward still
in the direction of the howl. He had to find the dog. It was dangerous out here. Well. Not really
he thought now because nothing was really here. No humans we're in sight. No animals of any kind.
No nothing. All there was was buildings that had fallen. Floodwater. Destruction. No dog could live
here alone. It just wouldn't happen. Which was why he had to find this dog. He quickened his pace
and sure enough he stumbled upon a scent. He inhaled deeply. Was that...? Yes. Dogs. He yipped
and bounded towards the scent. Sure enough dogs came into view. He wasn't the only one! Others
had survived! He slowed and trotted over to the dogs. "Aye, fellow survivors!
he called to the other dogs. He glanced at the dogs the others we're around. "Hey, are you
the one that howled..?" Maybe this was a bad idea. He began to slowly rise to his full height.
Just in case.

[Darqua]

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SERAI
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4 Yrs | Pansexual | Inuit Dog | Mentions: Maxwell, Murdoc, Ajax, Winter

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”Easy there, friend.” She spoke lowly, catching onto the dog’s protective stance. She didn’t blame him for keeping his guard up. It was the sensible thing to do. The intentions of others right now weren’t very clear. Serai nodded politely as he introduced himself. He seemed to have quite a level head for a dog that just survived a natural disaster. Very impressive indeed. But Serai couldn’t help but scoff a little at what he had to say. “Yeah right, we’re the lucky ones.” She rolled her eyes, but managed a smile. Perhaps this dog hadn’t much to experience in terms of loss. But still, she appreciated his words. “Thank you, Maxwell. So do you have anyone your evening looking for, or...?”

She paused as Maxwell’s attention moved to a trash pile, and strained her neck to get a better look. Serai couldn’t see another dog, but picked up on his scent. With a chuckle, she rolled her eyes at Maxwell. “Right. We’re harmless.” It soon appeared Max’s howl was more effective than Serai had thought, as two more dog headed into view; a Staffordshire terrier and an Australian Shepherd. “That would be him.” She gestured to Maxwell. “And you can relax, friends. We’re just looking out for more survivors.” Serai smiled at the pair, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She was still waiting for a sign that at least one of her pack had made it. There had to still be hope.

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3 Yrs | Pansexual | Mongrel | Mentions: Cookie

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The city was no longer easy terrain to navigate. The array of rubble was merciless, and soon, Tiger felt himself breathing heavily just moving through it. His paws had begun to ache and his body longed for a rest but he pushed on, determined to get to this dog. If survivors were meeting up, he wouldn’t be left behind. He couldn’t. A scent that Tiger suddenly picked up startled him, and he found himself slowing with hesitance. On second thought, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. These dogs probably had expectations. They would be out to survive at all costs. What could he possibly offer them?

He leaned two and fro on his paws, lost in his debate when suddenly a figure limped along the streets below him. Tiger gasped at the sight of the large Rottweiler, and pressed himself to the ground to keep out of sight. He’d always distanced himself from big dogs. Just a habit. He’d seen them roughhouse, tackle and fight at the dog park. Playing rough had never been his specialty. But the more he watched, the more curious Tiger became. She looked wounded. Seemingly struggling now, just to walk. His caring nature urged him on, and without wasting a moment, he approached. “You look hurt there. Can I help? You heading after that howl?” He put on his best smile as he looked up at the larger female, eyes shining brightly. He couldn’t imagine how frightening it must be to be wounded in all this. The best he could offer her now was his friendship and assistance, regardless of wether he knew her or not.

[CarbonatedWeasel,]

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Cringing at the fact that he knew the dogs had seen him, Murdoc began to breathe heavily.
There was no way he could run or fight now. The Doberman gulped, clearing his throat and
coming out from behind the trash heap. He took a deep breath in as the female Inuit spoke,
then eyed the dark male. His muscles tensed as he opened his mouth to speak. "Hello." Murdoc
spoke in a deep tone, tensing up more and clenching his jaw so he didn't release a snarl as
two more dogs showed up. The Doberman tried his best not to feel threatened. His eyes
darted around, frantically scanning each and every dogs face. The Australian shepherd
asked a question that Murdoc also wanted to be answered, so he stayed quiet, still
tensed up and standing. (//I apologize for such a short post, I'll be sure to make the
next one twice as long.)
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[.cłarke]

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Maxwell did his best to hide it, but at this point his heart began to brighten as many faces arrived at their location. So there were other survivors. He couldn’t explain how relieved he was these dogs had made the effort to find him. Right now, he still had his focus on the Doberman. It was obvious the dog was on edge, so he didn’t pressure him further by moving closer. “Hey, it’s alright. If you’d rather go, we won’t keep you. But just know you’re welcome to stay around if you wish.” Maxwell dipped his head and backed off, but introduced himself before turning away. “The name’s Maxwell by the way.” He grinned then faced the newcomers with a welcoming smile, his eyes particularly targeting the nervous female. “Don’t be afraid. You’re more than welcome here. And I am indeed the one who howled. I was hoping to gather together anyone who made it. Can’t say I’m disappointed with the turnout.” Maxwell smile day in turn at the staffy, his body relaxed to show the male he was not dangerous. “What are your names?”


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Quinn padded at a quickened pace to keep up, her body a little chilled by the cold murky water. For an autumn day, it was surprisingly cold, especially for late in the day. She coughed to clear her airway from the pressure of the collar before speaking. “They can’t be too far away, whoever they are. I’m surprised anyone made it at all. I thought I was the only one for a moment.” She chuckled nervously, still unsure of what to expect. One thing was for sure, most of the humans had gotten away safely. Not a trace of a single person had been left behind from what Quinn could tell. She just hoped wherever her humans were now, they were safe. With a sigh, she turned to Kona, wondering if the female was hoping to reunite with a missing family. “Did your humans make it out?” She asked curiously. What Quinn did best was assume. Only rarely had she come across dogs without human families, so she viewed this dog as a fellow pet. What didn’t occur to her is that she was now more than ever likely to meet dogs with different pasts to her own.

[sundanc_e]

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Soaked to the bone, his face cut by debris, Dante kept his nose pointed upwards as he waded through the water, his coat heavy and saturated as he struggled to find someplace to dry off. The lack of humans was nice, but Dante could’ve done without the huge wall of water destroying his hometown. He was at least free from the pound, but this wasn’t the world he’d expected to return to. A tiled roof of a suburb home sloped down into the water covered street, and Dante threw himself back onto his hind legs, hoisting himself up onto the unsteady platform. His weight caused the tiles to slip, but he kept his balance and climbed up and away from the water, laying down to replenish his cores before he could plan his next move. This was all very worrying. Not a sign of life for miles it seemed, even after battling the environment half way across the city.

Dante looked up abruptly to the scratch of claws, hopeful it was a fellow canine survivor. But he looked away with disappointment, only to see a feral cat clearing what was left of a backyard fence. One thing was for certain, if he waited around much longer, anyone fortunate enough to have survived would be moving on. If Dante wanted to find someone, he’d best move fast.

It seemed his prayers were practically answered, as fate granted him his greatest desire. The howl was a welcoming sound, and brimming with glee, Dante took the time to raise his head and howl in response before clambering back down into the water. His body fought against the gentle current as he guided himself after the sound, his ears pricked and mind alert. It couldn’t be too far away. But that didint mean the journey would be easy.