Miami Mutts - Survival/Romance RP - Needs More Males!

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((Tipwolf get on! ))

[wickedbvnes]

Username: ~Hey Soul Sistah~
Name: Pongo
Age:
Gender: Male
Breed: Ah..Great Dane x.x
House-Dog or Stray?: Pff. Stray.
Your Owner?: N/A
Pack/Gang or Loner?/Which Gang/Pack?: Junkyard Gang
Rank: Ehh, just a member?
Crush: He.He He. Heh.
Boy/Girlfriend: Whut?
Mate: Pffffhtt.
Pups: Eeep. *goes squashy*
Kin/Family: Duke
Personality: Pongo is very energetic, but rarely trusts anyone despite being in a gang. He only trusts certain people, aka he is timid for new/unknown dogs. He despises the Pampered House-Dogs, and hates the humans.
History: He was born with his brother, Duke, who was sold to a family in Aus.He escaped the place he was at, wanting freedom. He finally got to Miami, malnutritioned and thin. Now he is a healthy Dane, learning to live his own way.
b]Other?:[/b] Nope.
Picture/Description:

[The Lost Gremlin]

( ~Hey Soul Sistah~ - accepted <3
maluruloki, feel free to make another character, anytime - the more, the merrier =D )

[WinkingSnowflake]

Devon nodded in greeting, "I'm Devon," he said quietly, as if afraid Jade would hear. "I see...that's okay, I can find another pack," he spoke, trying to sound nonchalant. He dragged his feet along the pavement, already thinking about what he was going to do next. He knew it would be hard to find a pack to accept him because of his domestic past. He spotted a nearby mud puddle and an idea popped into his head. He dove, headfirst into the shallow puddle, writhing about in the muck. He then jumped up, and shook out his pelt. The patches of white in his fur were now stained with brown and his face was now caked with mud. "Now do I look stray enough?"

[The Lost Gremlin]

The chihuahua sniggered in amusement.
''I suppose that covers your look and scent...'' He wrinkled his nose. ''But the way you behave and act might be judged.'' Still sniggering, in disbelief of the House-Dogs desperation to be a Stray. He scooped the hotdogs up and trotted away, unaware if the Collie would follow or not. He hoped that when he got back that he'd get something to eat. There were only five or six hotdogs on this string, and he feared that the Junkyard pack's larger members would gorge away greedily while he got nothing. It'd happened to him before in previous packs.

[WinkingSnowflake]

Devon gazed back up at his "ex-home" and then watched John-boy stride away. He knew that if he dithered too long, he might lose both options. All of a sudden a blood-curling shriek filled the air. Devon's ears perked up at once. It was coming from the house and he immediately recognized the voice. Jade must've found out. He dashed after John-boy, nothing he thought could make him go back. As crazy as he must sound this was what he wanted. He kept his distance, trotting a few feet behind him.

[The Lost Gremlin]

Erik drove down the street, rather huffily. He felt humiliated after getting beaten up by a couple of dogs! He'd noted to himself to keep a sharp eye out for a female Dalmatian and a male Irish Wolfhound. He took a left at the next street, feeling the van veer as the steering wheel jerked and altered the vehicle's direction. The beverly hills of Miami. All the rich people lived here...boy, if he could afford one of those houses...but on his salary?
''I wish...'' He snorted, gazing through the windscreen in hopes of spotting a stray or two.


John-boy's ears perked to the sound of a hacking, grumbling engine. Casting a glance over his furry shoulder, he spotted the Animal Control van down the block. Behind, it seemed as though Devon hadn't noticed. Growling in distress, he considered his options: Run for his life down the open roads with the food and hope the House-Dog-gone-Stray follows... drop the hotdogs and shelter in one of the open gardens... or take the food and take one of his own 'emergency escape routes' - he had many scattered all over this part of the city incase of such a thing. In bitter annoyance, he cursed his loyal nature and dashed to an open garden, dumping the hotdogs in the bushes and frantically dashing over towards the Collie. Fiercly, he nipped the fur on the larger dog's leg.
''Hide! Hurry up, House-Dog!'' He hissed before running back to the hotdog hiding place and jumping in for cover.

[The Lost Gremlin]

(Bump <3 )

[wickedbvnes]

~Yay :3~

Pongo walked down the street, checking for cars/ Animal Control. He growled slightly, warning anyone nearby. He trotted to the junkyard, rolling over on an old mattress.

[The Lost Gremlin]

Tip continued trotting down the street, still considering about the Mafia. It had a bad press, and she did have second thoughts about even wanting to join.
The sharp stench of the Junkyard filled her nostrils, but she was keen to ignore it. She swerved off to the right, just before walking onto the road that lead to the Junkyard and nestled herself beside a pile of trashcans. She felt rather secluded and safe, the scent of garbage something masking her own scent - and the trout's.
Laying down, she began to hungrily gnaw at the trout's flesh, peeling off it's scales and getting to the soft flesh below.