1x1 bicorn and emmy

[EmberWolf]

We're just going to wing a roleplay here because we need something to do and we realized if we go too far into planning a roleplay, they get boring pretty fast and don't work out. So we aren't planning this one. All we know is this:
Main species: Dogs
Setting: Steampunkish/industrial era kinda thing
The dogs are like hooman intelligentish :B And dogs are main species, no hoomans on this mystical world of canines. There are still fish/birds/instects/rodents/hoofed animals and whatnot. Maybe they can even be enemies with cats or something. Maybe there are no cats. We don't know.

My charrie-

Name: Alaciree (al-ah-sear-e) or Cir (sear)
Age: Probably around 5 years old
Gender: Female
Description: A mutt of a dog, probably a somewhere between an australian cattledog and a great pyrenees. She's short haired, liked an aussie cattledog, with a fluffy tail, like a great pyrenees, and one ear up and one ear sort of floppy. Her eyes are yellowish-brown. She's mostly white with a few patches of darker gray/brown here and there, but they are rather faint. Her nose and paw pads are a grayish pink. The fur on her cheeks is fluffy like the tail, and it gradually gets shorter down her neck. She's sort of small.
She is normally wearing goggles to keep her eyes from being stung by all the steam and smoke from this industrial era. She keeps them around her neck. She commonly has leg protectors made of leather and some metal fasteners on her front legs that go from above her paws to the middle joint. She also sometimes wears an old, ratty, red (smudged with black) scarf.
Personality: Will RP.

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My sexy boy's form B[

Name: Levanius (lev-ah-nye-us), but you can call him Levy c: yes like the tax thing I know
Age: He's younger, probably three and a half or so. In his "prime."
Gender: Male
Description: Levy is pretty much a full on Great Dane, so he's large and tall. His coat is an off-white with black spotting over his whole body. And yeah. The only thing he wears is a stereotypical chain around his neck with his tag on it. If needed, he can get some fancy accessories but I dunno c:

And that is about it o3o -shortest form ever-

[EmberWolf]

A dense cloud covered the city. The city was packed with large buildings, rivaling at which was taller and which had the highest chimneys that were constantly spewing out thick black smoke. On the cobblestone streets below, horses clogged up the roads with carriages and carts and single riders, as well as motorized carriages that needed no horse, but only the wealthy had those. Everything was run by steam or coal, as it was abundant and cheap. There were no humans here, it was all canines. The rich were probably purebreds of some sort, and the coyotes were stereotyped as thieves. Foxes had been eliminated at some time, and the wolves were not city dwellers. Here were dogs- lots of dogs. Though they walked on all fours, they could stand on two legs pretty well as their back paw pads got a little longer to better balance. Their dew claws had grown out and were now capable of moving to grasp onto things.

They were intelligent. They created these machines, unknowing of any sort of consequence. To them, the black smoke was beautiful- a sign of progress. Though the streets in the poorer part of the city were covered in filth and starving, desperate creatures, it was all normal.

Now a dog, around five, with mostly white, short fur except around the head and tail which were fluffy, was trotting through the streets. She dodged horses and other dogs and retreated into a shop. The windows were darkened and the door was locked with a "CLOSED" sign in the window. She got in with a key that was held on a string around her neck. Once she got in, she pulled down the sheets that covered the windows and revealed small machines. They were mostly brass, some of a darker metal, some mixed with different metals. They had tubes connecting to various parts and they appeared to probably do something. As to what, it was unclear. The sign was flipped over so it said "OPEN" and the dog used the same key ring around her neck to select a key to unlock the old, wooden cash register on a counter. The small shop was full of little gadgets. Most probably didn't do anything and were just a scam for suckers who liked shiny stuff. Some of them were actually sort of interesting- like a golden sphere (not actual gold, just made to like like it) that could be opened if you were able to figure out the exact position to put little knobs all around the center of it. It was a puzzle of sorts, and there was supposed to be a prize inside if you could get the "impossible" combination.

It wasn't useful items- but hobby items. Something for a teenage dog to tinker with if they liked that sort of thing. Not exactly toys, but something a business dog might set on there desk to mess with once and a while. The dog hoped to get some customers that day.

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A dog's place, or so Levy thought, was on the street. Though from purebred lineage, he knew since the day he could see clearly that the purebred life wasn't for him. Instead, the massive Great Dane took to the streets and the streets took to him. Day in and day out the male would skip in and out of shops, scrounging interesting bits and pieces if the city's history. He would scrounge the trash for food like an alley dog, but he loved how he lived.

One day was special for him, though is when he worked his way down to his favorite shop. Stooping to go through the door, he smiled at the dog behind the counter.

[EmberWolf]

"Hey Levy," the light colored dog said. She was just counting what little money she had in her cash register to make sure it was all there. Levy was a good customer of hers, and she seemed to lighten up a bit when he entered. He was purebred, and that normally meant money, but he didn't act the part. She didn't mind- at least someone took interest in her shop.

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"Morning, Cir," Levy smiled. He scanned the store once. "What interesting things do you have for me to look at today?"

[EmberWolf]

Cir jumped down from the stool behind the counter and shuffled past another ragged old sheet that served as a cover for a doorway. Metallic clinks came from the backroom until she finally emerged again, carrying a small wooden box in her teeth. She set it on the counter and held it in her paws. "I'm not quiet done with this yet, it still needs some polishing and modifications..." she turned it around so it faced him. There was a small lever on it that went left or right and was currently facing left. "Go ahead, try it."

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"You do it," Levy replied sheepishly, but at the same his eyes were continually looking the box over. "I'm not one to deal with breakable things." He laughed a little, holding up a huge paw.

[EmberWolf]

Cir laughed as well. She carefully flipped the switch. The box opened with sort of a spark. From that spark, it lit a small candle wick within the box. It burned steadily until Cir closed the box, thus depriving the fire of oxygen and extinguishing it. "It's like using a match... but you can use it more than once. Eventually you will have to replace the wick, of course."

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"Brilliant," Levy said, exhaling. "Absolutely brilliant. Do you plan to sell?" He thought everything she had in this shop was exquisite, and it truly was. It was his favorite place to be, and Cir wasn't too bad herself.