[ Kingdom Come ] (Invite Only)

[R0be0]

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[ossa di cervo]

((I'm working on Folly atm. But I'd love to start up if you don't mind me writing out her post even though her profile is only half done. xD))

[Cuckoo]

Name: Maggie
Age: 5 years
Breed: Treeing Walker Coonhound
Gender: Female
Height: 25 inches
Weight: 65 pounds

Personality/Description: Maggie is the perfect example of her breed. Intelligent, confident, clever, and loving, she is not one who likes to sit on the side lines. Though she lacks in physical strength and fighting skill she is extremely smart, one of the main reasons she is still alive today. Rather than try and out gun her opponents she outsmarts them. That is unless she has not outrun them. She is a fantastic athlete, able to run long distances at high speeds for a considerable amount of time. Dogs of her breed have been breed for endurance, and she is no exception. Walkers also possess another unique talent. In pursuit of prey they have been known to scale trees and fences up to six feet. There are few places this dog cannot reach.

She is sure of herself in most situations when she is alone, but when you add others into the mix she tends to second guess herself. She may know herself that she has the ability, but a small inner monologue in her head gets caught up in what others might think, often holding her back from her full potential. She knows this is something she needs to overcome, however she has not yet figured out how. She tries to hide and cover up this insecurity by acting as if she doesn’t care to be bothered, behavior often mistaken for being stuck up or aloof, however this is far from the case. She loves the company of others once she has come to know and trust them, and often her confidence levels will rise in good company.

Along with her brains she is clever, often thinking out of the box to solve problems. She can look at things and come up with solutions that others would never think of. She likes to think of multiple uses for a single object, and she always has an escape route. She hates feeling cornered, and can become claustrophobic if kept cooped up for too long.

She likes to be around others; however she can also easily feel over crowded. One or two friends are welcoming company. A small group of 5 or 6 are often suffocating. Because of this she can often be found alone a ways away from the group, though never far. She is very affectionate and loyal to those she hold dear, and still has a tendency to act like a pup at times.

Strengths/Weaknesses:

Being a born and breed hunting dog she is an excellent tracker, and can catch scents on the wind or on a cold rainy night that others wouldn’t detect. Her strong legs and light frame carry her over the ground at great speeds, also giving her great jumping and climbing ability. She has a strong baying voice that will carry up to five miles.

She has no real fighting ability, and while her coat can keep most of the chill off it is no real defense against rain or severe cold. She is also deathly afraid of lightning.

Name: Luke
Age: 6 years
Gender: Male
Breed: Shepherd Mix
Height: 27.5 inches
Weight: 80 pounds

Personality/Description: A former police dog, Luke has been around the block. He is very strong willed, and has a strong set of beliefs that he lives by. He doesn’t take guff from anyone, and he is not afraid to put a boastful dog in their place. He cannot stand arrogance or stupidity, and he does not try to hide his displeasure at either. Most would call him a grumpy old fart, too old fashioned or a stick in the mud. He prefers the term seasoned. It takes a lot to throw this dog off of his game, and even more to get him frazzled.

He doesn’t really say much, his expression and body language doing most of the talking. He is not the best at expressing himself, so he often lashes out with anger when faced with difficult emotional situations. And if you are expecting a pep talk out of this guy, prepare to be disappointed. He will most likely just tell you to ranger up and get over it. But don’t mistake this for unsympathetic. He is actually very compassionate, and usually holds the upmost sympathy for those in need or are going through hard times. He wouldn’t have been such a great police dog if he were unfeeling. He just often cannot find the right things to say, and hates to see any kind of suffering, which puts him on edge.

He is a very serious dog, and is a natural born leader. He likes to take care of others and keep things in order. He puts others before himself, and is still very much a police dog. He will attack and defend till death, and will guide and assist when needed. He is a sheepdog, guarding his flock from the wolves.


Strengths/Weaknesses:

He is a very good fighter and he is smart, a deadly combination. He is brave and unrelenting, and will put his life on the line for what he believes in.

He has sustained several injuries in the line of duty. Once, while taking down a suspect he was over run, kicked and stabbed twice, once in the neck and once in the shoulder. The injuries still cause him pain and restrict his range of motion in his left shoulder.

((These are pretty much done, unless you want me to change anything.))

[R0be0]

[ As long as you finish her form at some point you can roleplay her.

You're not too late glitter! ^^ Thanks for coming. ]

[R0be0]

[ inferno ]

The world was truly falling apart.

Inferno knew this, she knew that everything was going down, that everyone was going to be terrified. It had only been two weeks since the last of the humans died, and in that short time the world seemed to be turned upside down. The dogs were either too scared to do antyhing, or too scared and wanting to fight everyone that came near them. Or at least most of them were like this, there were some that were tainted, they were twisted in their thoughts and minds and were no longer even considered to be dogs but beasts. Inferno had, had some contact with a few tainted, but that's because what her line of worked called for. Yes, that's right she had a job. Throughout this terror some dogs had decided that they would act as "guards" to dogs that paid them in food. Inferno worked for a dog named Eddie who was feared by his size and brute strength. He had dogs like her working for him, serving as his "enforcers" making sure that dogs came to them for help when they knew that the terror and horror that the tained had. She was certainly working on a mission, a dog that seemed to refuse their pay.

"Pl-please.." The dog, a small brown-grey terrier whimpered. "I don't have any food. But my brother, he was ki-killed by the tainted, I don't want to be like him!" Clearly she was scared, Inferno could easily see that. She was hunched up in the end of a dead-end alleyway, where she was pinned by Inferno and another dog, a large black lab named Mange.

"The rules are, you only get protection if you pay." Mange snarled, his head lowered and his ears flattened back on his head. "And you owe us." The little dog seemed like she was going to pass out from fear of Mange, and that almost made Inferno laugh. Mange turned to look at Inferno and his dark brown eyes seemed to glow with anger. "Inferno, why don't you show our friend here what happens when you don't pay us?"

Grinning Inferno nodded, "love to." Stepping forward she quickly snapped up a tin can which had been lying near the terrier's pawas, biting down the material cracked down underneath her teeth, and finally she threw the can against the alleyway wall. Licking her lips slightly and turned around to stand back next to Mange. The terrier now looked like she would do anything and everything she could to make sure that the demanstration never happened to her. And standing up ever so slightly with a small whine the terrier looked at the two bigger dogs.

"Tell your boss I will have something to him by nightfall, I swear it!" She pleaded, Mange growled, but Inferno shook her head at her partner and turned back to the terrier.

"Fine. Have it to us by nightfall and we can pretend that this never even happened." Inferno snorted, and walked away without another word. She could hear Mange growl at the other dog, making her whine, but finally followed Inferno out of the alleyway and out into the cold and abandoned street.

She could tell Mange was upset with her, just by the way that the dog was ignoring her viewline, Mane knew that Inferno was not someone to be messed with that he should just go along with what she said. It would be better and easier that way. "I don't think that Eddie will be too happy we let her off like that." Mange muttered, and Inferno was unsure if he was talking to her or just himself. "I mean, he's not someone that just forgives and forgets..."

Angry Inferno spun around and snapped close to his face, making him pull back in shock. "Go tell Ediie than, huh?! Tell him that Inferno let someone off like that! Just don't bother me with your whinning and muttering about how gutless you really are to be whipped under him!" She voice was loud and clear and was a defination of agression. When Mange seemed frozen in confusion and shock, she growled. "Well go, run to your master!" Quick Mange turned and ran, running towards where Eddie and the others stayed. Inferno walked down the streets angrily, the fur on her back stood up.

She wasn't anyone's puppet.

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[ exodus ]

What was this all coming to?

Exodus wasn't a coward, he stood up for what he believed in and did what he knew or thought to be was right. But he didn't think that everything that was happening to was good, all the humans... dead. The world left with nothing but old memories of the humans, running cars, bright lights, everything that he never even noticed now would give him hope. The world was ripped apart and he knew that there wasn't anything that could be done to fix it. Especially with the tainted walking around, killing dogs at random just because they could. The tainted were awful creatures and Exodus had to admit that when he saw a couple of them walking down the road one night he had hid away. He felt ashamed of doing so afterwards, but it would have been rash to just run out there and try to take them all on right? Besides weren't they like ten times stronger than an average dog. He would have been slaughtered and it would have been a foolish thing for him to do. There was no honor in being dead, and he wished that others would be able to see that.

He was alone now, his friend Toby though living had run off somewhere after the tainted attacked the hideout that Exodus had been sharing with him. He had been hoping to find his small friend but after five days he was beginning to lose hope that he would ever see him again, and if he did what he would be like. From what Exodus knew no one could be turned tainted, or at least he hoped not, he would prefer to keep his own mind and to be able to think on his own. He knew that the tainted weren't able to do anything like that. All they knew was that they had to kill and they had to rid the world from everything that was living. Or well if that wasn't their goal then it sure seemed like it. They seemed like they would want nothing more than to just have the world to themselves, not that there was much left of the world anyways. There was nothing left really, just a bunch of emptiness. He knew sure that there were other dogs out there and some of them might be trying to find a way to make sure that the tainted were gone and no longer were a threat but still a world without more than just dogs seemed not full. He had been a stray since his master died a couple of years ago but still he knew that without the humans and without everything that they had there was nothing but a world filled with canines that wanted to kill each other.

Walking roughly down the street that he was on he could see from the corner of his eye some dogs fighting over what seemed to be some scrap food. There wasn't much food left and Exodus knew that you had to fight for what you could get, but still some of these dogs he thought were taking it all too far. Some dogs apparently were even offering "protection" from the tainted, yeah right like any dog would have a chance against one of the tainted. But it was probably just a lie, but a good lie, it made others think that they were actually safe. But in truth they weren't they were far from safe. Even if the tainted didn't get them who's to say that someone that's not tainted wouldn't kill you over having food or a warm place to stay? This world was filled with the survival of the fittest and those who couldn't match up to what was needed would be killed. Though in some twisted and cruel way this made sense to Exodus, he knew that somehow everyone would be trying to survive and even if that meant others had to die they wouldn't care, they just wouldn't. This sickened him, he really wished that he could do something to stop all of this, something that would make sure that everyone would get what they needed and would be safe. But no one could assure anyone of that right now because in a world as sick and dark as this...

only the strong survived.

[ossa di cervo]

The giant Irish Wolfhound's ears began to flicker and his lips twitched as slumber crawled away from him, leaving him cold and fully awake. His eye-lids opened and he threw his head up, "Kry?" The Wolfhound stood quickly, looking around, "Wait. This isn't the farm, this is.." His eyes widened and he lowered his head and his voice, "Still New York." The Wolfhound whined and looked around him, searching for something.

The giant dog had yet to get used to this new state of living. His best friend was dead, all his relatives were..somewhere, and every other dog in this city was either ready to tear his throat out or run away from him. Being the canine that Asto is, it had been a rough couple of days resulting in bleeding paws, a scratched up throat and dirty pelt. That and it seemed like Asto was asleep every five minutes nowadays. He simply couldn't stay awake to look at this world with hopeful eyes. How would he live without someone else there to tell him he was still sane? That was what he thought about a lot now; his sanity and what he'd do if it ever happened to leave him.

Realizing that no a creature was near to save him, the dog's legs began to shake and his throat let small whines out. The whines grew in volume little by little and soon Asto was howling with his legs trembling so fast and hard that he could barely stand. Suddenly, he was off. His legs were pushing him as fast as they possibly could and he was running into trash cans and walls, scraping up his shoulders and dirtying up his coat even more then before. He was yelling while he was running, tearing up his throat in hopes that someone might hear and eventually find him. The dog leapt over a few knocked over trash cans but for the most part everything was crashed into by the stampeding giant. Soon even his paw pads opened up again, leaving small little drops of bleed where ever his feet hit the ground but Asto was blind to the pain. He just wanted to find something else that was alive like he was.

Soon his legs started to slow and his howling got quieter. Panting was now taking over and his legs were shaking from exhaustion rather then fear. He vaulted over one last obstacle then slowed next to a brick wall in an alley and leaned against it, his tongue thrown from his jaws to hang. His legs fell out from under him and he laid, watching the alley way's opening for anything to come after him. Tiny pools of blood formed under Asto's paws and he occupied his time by cleaning them while he waited for something to show up. He had to stay awake just in case a tainted came after him. It was painful, but Asto knew that's what had to happen if he wanted to see tomorrow's light.

Folly's eyes simply snapped open when she woke. She didn't jump, her ears didn't flick and her lips didn't twitch. Her eyes simply opened and she laid on the cool ground for a moment, listening and smelling. She heard two of Eddie's brutes snapping at some other dog not to far away, but she didn't bother with them. She wasn't about to get into another tussle. Folly was surprisingly aware of the fact that she couldn't take on two other dogs at the moment. At that thought she lifted her head and looked at the large gash in her shoulder that was healing nicely.

A low growl escaped the Weimaraner's lips as she pulled herself to her feet. She wouldn't be in this nice of a state if it hadn't been for Grady. He was the only reason she was still alive. Her gray-blue eyes were drawn to the sky then and she sighed as she quickly lowered her head. She couldn't be seen dwelling over the loss of a loved one as much as it pained her chest. Folly knew she had to be strong, not for herself but for her lost love as well as her humans. She missed them all dearly; to a point that it pained her to even have to think about moving on. She had days where she just wondered the alleys like a lost soul, dead in the eyes and heart. Today wasn't going to be one of those days.

The gray dog padded forward, ignoring the immense pain of her shoulder now doubled with the pain of her heart. She shook her head, letting the ideas of Grady fall from her pelt like dirt. "Food.." The female lifted her head and sniffed around, letting the scents of other dogs fill her nostrils. She wasn't in a state to kill a dog, nor was she desperate enough to eat another canine, so she continued her move forward, now ignoring the very slight hunger pains in her stomach. It seemed like that was all this world was full of now; pain. Folly knew that and she refused to let it show on the exterior, she'd bottle it up for as long as her mind would let her mentally take the pain. When she lost her sanity she'd let all her emotions flow through her, but until then she was a stone. Immovable and unemotional.

Her face finally emerged from the alleyway and was immediately confronted with a stranger. No surprises there. This dog though, was slightly terrifying. He looked more like a wolf then a dog and he walked as if he didn't care about anything around him. Folly immediately let a snarl take over her face as she watched this dog slowly walking in her direction. He was larger then her, that was for sure, and he didn't look nearly as battered as Folly knew she was. The Weimaraner swallowed most of the snarl, though it was still very evident that she was still cautious. Her eyes stayed glued to this wolf-dog as he got slowly closer and closer and her body stayed in the alley. Her face, neck and the tips of her toes showed from the alley as she stared.

((Hope it's okay that Folly has Exodus walking in her direction.. xD))

[Nyxeva]

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|| Female ||5 years || Untainted || No love interest || X ||

The bright sunlight angling across her eyes drew an annoying growl from the female as she shifted in an attempt to get the light out of her eyes. She wanted-no needed more sleep in order to process the day, but it seemed that was no going to happen. Growling once more, the wolfy looking dog allowed her large paws to fall from her face, landing with a dull thud against the dust and allowing in what little light they'd been blocking. Slowly blinking her eyes open, the city blurred in and out of focus for a few seconds before she finally managed to open them completely and see things clearly. The light seemed to funnel down the alley, pushed along by the reflective glass of the windows. The late morning sunlight illuminated the ratty old couch she'd found and the dusty ground that stretched along to the back of the alley, where a large brick wall stood. There was no sound coming from the street beyond this little safe haven, but she wasn't surprised. There hadn't been much noise here since the last human had died two weeks ago.

Stretching, she let herself slide off the couch, her paws falling silently against the dirty ground. Finally the large dog was up, and her growling stomach left no doubt to what her next goals were. Lifting her head and inhaling deeply, she tested the air, searching for the slightest hint of food. Although she found nothing, she still walked out of the alley to physically look for food. She hadn't eaten for a week and it was beginning to show in the general thin condition of her body and the gauntness to her face. Her hunger was also driving her to be meaner and tougher, but she had no choice. Being nice was not the way to survive in this new world. She hated that new world, hated what it forced her to become. At least she wasn't Tainted.

Shaking the thought off, the Tamaskan canine broke into a quick trot as she searched for something to eat. She didn't bother to avoid Eddie's turf, in fact she walked through it with her held high and her steps were free of fear. She did not fear the other dog or his enforcers in the slightest, as she was perfectly capable of holding her own among them. Finally she spotted a cat that was searching for food just as desperately as the dog was. However, the cat's search was about to come to an end. Flicking her ears forward, Larka began to head towards the cat, her eyes bright with hunger. At the last second, the cat spun and bolted, but it was too late. With a loud yowl, the cat's life ended and the wolf-like female settled in to eat.

However, it didn't take long before the scents of strange dogs reached her and she paused, her open mouth inches from the warm food beneath her paws. She knew that many other dogs would try to take the food from her and she let a low warning growl rumble in her chest and up to her mouth, pulling her lips back to bare her teeth in warning at the unseen dogs. However the scent of blood also reached her, making her sit forward over the cat, her large ears tilted forward. It seemed one of them was hurt, and she knew that the blood would draw any Tainted that happened to be nearby.

Grumbling her annoyance, the female grabbed the cat and got to her paws, trotting quickly down the alleyway before coming face to face with another wolfy looking dog. She froze, her ears tilted as far forward as the could go. The cat dangled from her jaws for a few seconds before she dropped it carefully at her paws. "Hello."

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|| Male ||6 years || Tainted || No love interest || X ||

There was a noticeable chill in the air that was accompanied by a light breeze that forced the overgrown grass and weeds of the city to whip around in a frenzied dance. The air was alive with singing birds and everything was at peace. It was as simple as that. It was the perfect opportunity for any living thing to relax and lose themselves in the peace and in their own minds. What lie ahead of the Saluki is what could be imagined lay ahead of all creatures. A bright future full of optimism and joy.

However, Shayde lived in a world of his own creation, thrived on his darkness. Now that the blaring of a horn would never be heard again, this was his world. It suited him perfectly, the new silence of this place. Now the hustle and bustle of the city was gone. In its place were dogs. Dogs that he could control. If they would not bow down to him, they could die. This was the only solution in the slender canine's mind. Bow down or suffer death. He knew what the "normal" dogs called him, and those that were like him. Tainted. However, in his mind, they weren't tainted at all. There was nothing wrong with them. It was the others that had yet to adapt. In this new world, the Tainted were the top dogs.

With a quick turn, the Saluki was off again. His gait was smooth, an easy movement of his muscles. His coat was ratty and dirty from living on the street, but he didn't care. Just by looking at this dog, it would be extremely easy to assume him weak and an easy target. It was a mistake others had made in the past, a mistake that had cost them their lives. One thing the seemingly weak Saluki knew was that weakness was only a matter of the mind. It wasn't physical strength this canine possessed, no. His way with words, his ability to slip into others heads with ease - These were the things that mattered in the end. Control. Not force.

As far as the male's current situation went: he simply didn't care. He was in the midst of a city too focused on bonding to really see the truth of their hopeless situation. Not many of them even knew that Shayde was, in fact, tainted. Small conversations were made with him occasionally, which he ignored. It would be easy to assume him deaf in these cases. Or at least one with very selective hearing. He made sure it seemed like he didn't care about the quarrels with other dogs or animals. He didn't join on hunts for food or gatherings, didn't bother with allying himself with other dogs for a long period of time. Shayde simply took advantage. There was always a higher chance of violence when there was a group of dogs, and violence is what the male lived for.

Suddenly he paused, one paw hovering over the pavement. His ears perked up and he fixed his gaze on something ahead of him. The faint scent of blood reached him and a cruel smile touched him muzzle. Although the creature in front of him was much larger than he was, he was also one of the Others, which meant he would probably fear him because of his Taint. Although the Saluki looked like a normal dog for the most part, his eyes held a glow he just couldn't hide, a glow that gave him away as Tainted. Lifting his feathered tail, Shayde let out a low growl as he approached, his eyes on the pitiful Irish Wolfhound that lay licking the blood away from his torn paws. "Well, what do we have here?"

[ossa di cervo]

((I'd post again buuuuut it's a bit early for that. So this shall serve as a friend bump! :3))

[Moskow]

{Carmen}
Single⎜Female⎜Hopeless

Over the past week or so all that Carmen could think was; survive, kill, and hide. She had gotten so caught up with everything that wasn't her business. Carmen had almost gotten killed three times; twice from the tainted, once from the dogs who worked for Eddie. Carmen had considered becoming a guard for others, but not yet. Risking her life for another dog, no, nit yet at least. Carmen had almost run into a few of the guards, never seen, she slipped away. Carmen had decided that she was invincible unless she had an ally; that is why she doesn't care for others. Unless it saves her life.

Carmen had been lurking around the allies and streets where Eddie and his "crew" patrolled. Strong, but not strong enough to take on Eddie, she stayed hidden. Carmen hadn't eaten for a day or two, but she didn't dare hunt until she was out of the areas patrolled by Eddie and his workers. Sleeping, but had been woken up by whimpering close by, Carmen quietly walked towards the noise. There in front of her was a small terrier being cornered by two large and buff dogs. She hadn't seen these two, until now. From behind a trash bucket, Carmen could here everything. Afraid that they might smell her, Carmen checked the wind direction, and was relieved that it was blowing down wind from the other dogs.

As the two larger, more strong dogs retreated from harassing the poor terrier, they broke out into an argument. The female one, named Inferno, was on the point of killing the other. It seemed so. Furious Inferno had stormed off; following close behind, Carmen snuck closer and closer to Inferno. Risking her life she egged on to see what Inferno would do. For a second Carmen wondered if Inferno was a tainted one, then quickly realizing that if she was both of the previous dogs would be dead or injured badly.

Thinking and not noticing where she was going, Carmen got so close to Inferno that she almost bumped into her. Carmen was sure that Inferno had spotted or felt her. I am so dead, she thought.


{Exicio}
Single⎜Male⎜Stressed

The almost silent tatter of the rats claws scurrying down the cement posed a timorous look on the insecure male. All that he needed was more stress. Jumping at everything that moved, he rushed down to his final destination; his dog bed with a trash can next to it. The dumpster was full of rotten meats and old bones, just the thing for a stressed mutt who couldn't hunt. Even though mid morning just passed, the mutt was exhausted. Carefully and silently he payed down, all ears were alert. Finally, he fell asleep when he thought of his deceased owner. Who had taked care of him since he was just a pup.

After his sort slumber, the old mutt raised himself from us tattered old bed. The bed had meant a lot to him, it was hs old bed; he had dragged it from his previous house and laid it next t is trash can discovery. Lost in his own thoughts he trotted down the street not caring where he was going. The old dog had surprised himself; he hadn't been more happy for about a week. The faint scent of blood caught his nose, yanked from his mind, he slowly crept towards the sickening scent. He stood at a ninety degree angle from a tainted dog, how ugly that thing was. Matted fur, glowing eyes what is more disgusting than that.

Surely the blood wasn't coming from the tainted beast, then he spotted what the monsters eyes were locked on. An unsuspecting, huge dog lay licking his paws, which were covered in blood. Scared and confused all that he could think of to do was run. So ran he did. All the way back to his bed... Shocked at the sight in front of him, he fell. His entire alley was raided, food strewn everywhere, his bed torn to pieces.

For the first time, he growled. Growled in rage of what had become of the world, growling because of how he was forced to live. He did not, would not live like a stray who had been neglected in an abandoned city. He yowled in rage. A fit was brought out of him, a fit that was wanting to storm for days. Stomping, howling, growling, and barking, was all that he could do. Sure that he would bring attention to himself, he stopped. Thinking about what would happen next, Exicio started up again..... Seconds later he finally realized that he might die, soon.

One thought came to Exicio's head; what have I become?