.:What did I do Wrong?:. Stray Dog Rp Accepting

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One minute, you were holding me tight, and said you would never let go.
One minute, we were playing in the field, laughing and you said you never wanted that day to end.
One minute, you said you loved me.
What did I do Wrong?


Your a stray dog, roaming free around Los Angeles. You are to afraid to come out of the alley you live in. If you step foot in a park, you will be captured. And you think to yourself, What did I do Wrong?

Rules
No fighting females.
Only a male may challenge a male.
Listen to the Alphas at all times.
The Alphas must be similar in size, or the same breed.
Have fun.


Alpha Male:
Alpha Female: Reyna (German Shepherd)
Alpha Pups:
Hunters/Fighters:
Protecters:
Other Pups:

Form:
Username:
Dog Name:
Rank:
Pups:
Mate:
Breed:
Age:
Picture:

Dogs:
Reyna

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(Bump)

[buttercat,]

Username: Sail
Dog Name: Shagbark Hickory
Rank: Loner
Cubs: "Dogs don't have cubs...they have pups."
Mate: "I had one...a long time ago"
Breed: Half wolf, quarter pomeranian, quarter Alaskan malamute
Age: 10 years
Picture:

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(I know, I was just thinking about Cubs>>> Accepted, but you have to pick a ranl from the list once you come in, and if your 10, then you are almost close to dying^^^)

Reyna ran fast, her heels in her back, and thought, I have to get away from them. She heard a whizziling sound past her head, and as she opened her eyes, she saw fire in a tree, and thought, Our beloved forest ruined! She ran out, only to find a city, waiting for her. She snuck behind an alley, and dug in the trash. She pulled out a chiicken wing, and licked her snout.

[buttercat,]

((He's half wolf. Wolves live longer than dogs. I have a dog who's eleven and still got a few years left in him. Most dogs can live to fifeteen. Also, I'd rather be a loner, since none of the ranks fit him.))

The little, fluffy halfwolf pranced down the sidewalk. It was a bright, clear day and the sun was warm. It was a happy day. A very happy, joyous day. Hickory had no idea why, but he was happy. No, he hadn't gotten into anything beforehand. He was just...happy. The old wolfdog found a small patch of grass with an oak tree in the center. He curled up under the shade and yawned a tremendous yawn. He thumped his thick tail a few times before resting his head on his paws. What a happy day...

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Reyna looked up from her chicken when she heard a sound. She stayed low, and crouched behind the trashcan. Then she saw a wolf. Like her. She ran and said to him, "Why are you in the open like this? Humans are everywhere, and you do not know which ones to trust."

[buttercat,]

((Wait....I though Reyna was a german shepherd...))

Hickory's hackles rose as he caught scent of another dog. he pulled his lips back, baring his teeth. The fluffy thing puffed up his fur, only making him look more like a ball of moldy snow than before. Pinning his ears, he widened his stance. "Get off my territory." He growled. It was true. He had marked this little area as his territory. Hadn't the dog scented it? She must be a really terrible excuse for a dog...Hickory couldn't let that bug him right now. He needed her off his territory. Right now.

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She showed some of her teeth. She fought off humans for a long, long time. Trust me, she could handle this ball of fur. "Hm." She barked. "Not so happy now? Well, dont run to me when humans carry you off in a crate." She swished her tail. "I have some chicken, you look hungry."


(She is a mix. German Shepherd/Wolf)

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Hickory knew better than to take food from strangers. He bristled, his hackles raising up all the way down his spine. "I've lived on the street for all my life. Humans feed me. They pet me. I'm the town stray." He growled. "They haven't taken me away yet, have they?"

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She shook her head. "This stupid town isnt safe for you or me." She heard a soft rustle, and a snap. She turned around, and yelled, "Run!" As she saw a man hurtiling towards her.