Our World (Semi Lit/Literate Dog RP) [Accepting]

[Beebop]

Just as Bay had turned to leave, Alika burst out with her question. His ears flattened and he looked back over his shoulder at her. It was obvious she was as uncomfortable with the subject as he was, but he could tell she was trying her best not to be offensive. He sighed, thinking hard.
She had said, "the pups." She wanted help raising 'the pups...' did that mean his, too? Bay was perfectly aware that he hadn't acted appropriately before, but it stung to think that he had already been taken out of the picture. Or maybe she meant hers only? In that case, it was a compliment; she thought he was a good enough father to want help from him, but he knew that couldn't be the case, not after what he'd said.
Of course, that must've been her decision, to take care of the puppies who's father rejected them. Alika could have pulled it off easily, what with her own children well on the way and his so young they would never know the difference, but now, he was being offered a second chance. He hoped it was nothing romantic; he liked Alika, but hours after loosing the love of his life, he felt he could never love someone like that again. If partnership was what she wanted, he would gladly jump at the opportunity. After all, he shuddered to think of the only place his children could obtain food now, and that would soon run dry. They would need a mother.
Bay looked up at the heeler who was obviously becoming more uneasy by the second. He opened his mouth and drew in air to make is statement, but was cut short by a wild bark from Alika. Her fur stood on end and she growled ferociously at something he couldn't see. He spun around to look in the direction she was facing and saw something moving away. It was shadowy and hard to see in the think dust that rose from the rubble, but when the shepherd squinted, he could make out a definite figure running away from them. Something had been listening to their conversation, he supposed. Or perhaps it had been stalking them, hoping for a quick meal. Either way, it was good to see it retreating rather than approaching; the thought of eyes unseen in the debris made his skin prickle. He had thought his group to be the only ones to survive, and he liked that idea better than the thought of a world where he was to be constantly watched by hostile strangers.

[DojiMiko]

(Sorry, but I need to quit. I'm not much of a semi-lit roleplayer.)

[Beebop]

((Oh, really?
Too bad... I'll remove your character from the list... see you around.))

[Teacup-old]

[I'll post in a bit. I just got my hair died...]

[Teacup-old]

Alika rose and barked agian, baring her teeth. She wanted to go chase after the creature, but stood her ground in a protective nature. She hadn't really thought that she would constantly need to do this with pups; even after the had grown old. She looked back at Bay as the figure slipped away through a open door, the figure moving swiftly. It had to be another female; or a super swift male. She shook her head of her crazy thoughts, her tears drying up. She wagged her tail abit, it still hanging in the air. "Sorry, I don't want it to turn into a 'special relationship'. All I want is help raising the pups.
Her body still faced the other direction, but Alika's attention was on Bay. Being in another 'romantic relationship' of the day of your mate's death; well, that would be cruel. Alika really only wanted help, nothing else. She did wish Bay would take the girls back to raise. "You can trust me Bay. I will never do anything to ruin your still-alive ralationship with Azalea." she hoped Bay would believe her and have faith in her that she wouldn't lie to him.

[gubgubqwas]

Rowan had said the words of Azalea, and it was the hardest thing he had ever done. The retriever had said them in a slow, sad, tongue... and after, he saw Alika and the other dogs glare at him, after hearing what he had said. Why did Azalea have to choose him to deliver the message? Suddenly his front feet seemed to be very interesting to him, judjing by the fact he was pacing around staring at them. But mostly, he saw that Azalea was right, Bay did believe him. He pawed at the tuft of grass which was the nursery. Alika had made the right choice by letting Bay help her. It would be better for the pups to think they had a caring father and mother, always there to support and help them. But they would live a lie, and besides, they needed food.

It was that night that Rowan thought about the world. Not the kennel, the cages at the dogfighting arena, or the area they were in now. He thought about the outside world, the prey, the water, the shelter and plants. But he also thought about the buildings, the paved roads, the cars, and the humans. If they could find someplace, undestroyed, untouched by humans, they could start a tribe, a clan of wild dogs. For now, why was life worth living? It wasn't... there was no food, and the water would soon run out. he sprouted a thoughtful notion: The group would have to split up, half of it would find a place to raise the pups, half would stay and take care of the pups. He needed help with this.

Rowan bounded swiftly to the others and asked them about it.

(What do you guys think about the plan? Im not sure, maybe we should wait until the pups get older and just bring them.)

[Beebop]

"It's okay, I should be the one asking for help," said Bay, brushing over the subject quickly to get to something else. "I would love to have some help with the pups, I would have no idea what to do. Thank you."
He quickly nodded his head in thanks to Alika, but his mind was focused on the landscape beyond. He picked his ears up and strained to hear anything he could. "But I have to ask you, what was that you were just barking at? I can't see it from here." The thought of something lurking in the shadows frightened Bay greatly, and he trotted down to where Alika was standing to get a better look. Whatever it was, it had gone, probably to hide behind something nearby. Without turning to face the heeler behind him, he continued, "I guess a more important question would be whether or not you thought it was important." He looked down at her. "Do you think we should check it out?

.....

Ronnie stretched and shook himself awake after a few hour's uncomfortable sleep. He may not have ever lived in the lap of luxury, but his old joints certainly knew the difference between a dirt floor and a piece of jagged concrete. He had gone to the river a while after the others had to get a drink, and his full belly had made him extremely tired. The old dog yawned and lay down in a soft-looking patch of grass, laying his greying muzzle over his paws and closing his eyes.
He awoke again to the sound of barking. It seemed to be close by, but it was over as soon as it had started and he deemed it unimportant. The pointer stood, now awakened from his nap.
As he was shaking the dirt from his sides, he heard quick paw steps coming closer and looked up to see Rowan bounding over to the group. He had disappeared along with Bay and Alika some time ago, and it looked like he had returned with something important to say. Ronnie stretched and walked over to the young dog, listening to everything he had to say.
In all honesty Rowan had a good idea, but Ronnie resented the idea of having to move. He was old; there was no denying that, and alongside him there were two now motherless newborns and an expectant mother in the group. Any fool could have seen that the world was now hostile toward life. The small group had been lucky to survive and even luckier to have a safe place to return to. The wastelands beyond would not take kindly to the weak, so he was very much in favor of staying behind. Ronnie didn't voice his opinions often, but this was important.
"I think you have a good idea, Rowan," he began, "and I volunteer to stay behind." Hopefully, care taking would be the only thing required of him; having to defend the pups would be impossible, but he could care for them. "I don't especially care for this place and it's important that the pups grow up away from all this. That being said, it would be impossibly stupid for all of us to get up and move, so your idea is a great one. Anyone able to do so can leave to find a place to live, and then return for the rest of us when they find one. That way is our best bet." He smiled at the young retriever, placing a forepaw on his shoulder in encouragement. "You should be a member of the search party. You're resourceful and strong; exactly what they'll need. Bay, Alika and I can stay along with anyone else who wishes to join us."
The pointer looked to the sky, taking in the grim scene above. If this didn't get them away from the destruction, nothing could. He prayed with all his being that it would work.

[gubgubqwas]

(im making new charri to come with me)

[gubgubqwas]

My Username: gubgubqwas

Character's Name: Fighter

Gender: Male

Breed: Pitbull Mastiff Mix

Family: Mate of Sasha

Personality: Fighter is the toughest dog you'll probably ever find. He won the dog fighting championship. Rowan has small memories of their old friendship from back then. Fighter is a big snuggle bear when it comes to humans and friends, but he knows when to fight.

Brief History of Previous Life: Fighter had a good time living as a boxer's pet, who named Fighter to be his fursona pet. But one day, Fighter grew up, and the boxer drove far away and threw him on the streets. He walked... and walked... and walked... until he came across a hole that looked man made. He strolled in and found cages with other dogs in them. A man walked out and carried him into a cage, cursing and spitting loudly. There, he met Rowan, a sharp, skinny, running dog that just did not want to fight. Of course, Fighter had grown up with a boxer and they had trained every day, so he won the championship. Months later, he just wanted out, so he started digging tunnels to get out of the dog fighting place, and a girl dog named Sasha followed him, and they later became mates. They ended up at the group's place by the river.

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[gubgubqwas]

My Username: gubgubqwas

Character's Name: Sasha

Gender: Female

Breed: Bull Terrier/Queensland Heeler Mix

Family: Fighter's mate

Personality: Sasha is a gentle, caring, romantic dog. Fighter is teaching her how to fight, because right now she is not very good at fighting. She has great endurance and can survive by doing whatever it takes.

Brief History of Previous Life: Sasha was a reject at the dog fighting place, just like Rowan. She was to be shot soon, so when Fighter offered to bring dogs with him, she happily accepted the offer and helped dig the tunnels.

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