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

[gubgubqwas]

Fighter's muscle ripped body dug swiftly against Sasha's, frantic to get to an opening. Sasha and Fighter dug up, and a burst of light flashed around them. They saw a sliver of a river, and a group of dogs discussing something, a plan maybe. Fighter's mouth dropped in amazement. It was Rowan! The pit bull's old friend was alive! He burst out into the open and yelled out Rowan's name, panting.

[Teacup-old]

Alika looked up at Bay, grinning as he stood before her. "It smelled like human; or wolf. I'm just not comfortable with humans and or wolves running around behind my back. It get a bad feeling about this place, Bay. Must we stay and talk?" she whimpered quietly. She hadn't really liked new comers much, but tried to keep her head high as the calls for Rowan came from one of the other male dogs. She slowly stepped forward before jerking her paw back at the crack of already broken glass. She whinned, but she knew what to do. She just wondered how she'd find a hospital in this mess of a dog; herself.
"I gotta go, Bay. You can choose to follow or stay here, I don't care." Alika lifted her paw towards her face and began to softly lick the blood around the peice of glass. It was terrible pain, and she hated showing pain. "Do you..." she paused, "like me; because if you do even the slitest bit; this won't work out..." She wished he would not explode on her; for she didn't know what he would think of another Heeler Mix that looked abit like Azalea. She didn't want him seeing the pups that looked so much like her if he still missed her soul. She turned to leave, stopping in front of the door and turning her head back to him.

[Beebop]

Bay laughed nervously at the thought of a human or a wolf running around with them in the concrete jungle of the city. "Wolves don't come this far in," he said, trying to reassure himself more than anything else, "and you saw what happened to the humans. It must've just been an... um, a bird or something." The shepherd peeled his eyes away from where he had seen the shadow uneasily, but determined to forget it.
He was more than glad to leave the eerie shadow of the library, and at Alika's request he readily trotted forward. However, the other dog immediately fell back, and he turned to see what had happened. She had obviously stepped on something that was hurting her, although she recovered herself quickly and hid it well. She seemed okay, so Bay wasn't too concerned, but he knew she would have to get the sharp object out for it to heal properly. He stepped forward to take a look, but Alika seemed to know what to do on her own. "You should really get whatever that is out," he said. "But if you know where to go, I think you can take care of yourself, right?" He looked back in the direction of the kennels over his shoulder. "I would come, but I'm getting worried about the pups. They need someone, don't they?" Alika had said he could come with her if he wished, and he didn't want to make it seem as though he wanted to abandon her while she was in pain, but his daughters had to come first. "If you need anything, call out. We'll hear you." Bay smiled and turned to leave, but stopped when he heard Alika asking him a question.
His response to the first part of her question was easy; they were friends, weren't they? He went to answer, "Of course I d-" but was cut off by the second part. Maybe she wasn't asking about friendship after all. He felt his blood boil and rise to his face, flushing it heavily under his dark fur. "What?" His face creased in anger, surprised she would even ask such a question. He certainly didn't think he had acted in any way like someone with a crush, and his mate had left him just hours ago. If someone were to touch her body, it would still be warm, for God's sake!
Alika had turned to leave, but he barked after her, "How could you even ask that? You're a good dog, Alika, and I like you, but I don't know if I'll ever want another mate again, let alone now! If you're looking for that, look somewhere else!" He turned to leave as well, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'll be with my daughters. I'd like your help, but only on a friendship basis."

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Back at the kennels, Bay cooled himself down a bit. He didn't want to let his temper escape his control again; everyone had seen what happened the last time he lost it. He saw a few of the other dogs talking and slipped by their group as quietly as he could; he didn't want to talk just then.
Sniffing around told him his children had been brought back down into the basement, probably to nurse. He inhaled sharply and went into the tunnel after them.
The basement smelled like death now, but the shepherd tried his best to brave it and head toward the sound of the puppies as they whined quietly. They lay curled by Azalea's body, tiny faces pressed into her tummy. Her blood had dried a dark stain on the ground, and Bay was nearly sick at the sight of them sitting on it. Still, he knew they needed to, and he sat down sadly by Azalea's head, away from the blood.
Bay stoked her cold face, tears coming to him again. Her mouth lay open slightly, as if to speak to him in words he couldn't hear. Her eyes were slitted, and he looked into them, wishing she would blink and come to life again. He whispered to her, but she didn't move, and he closed her eyelids sadly and lay down next to her, drifting off to sleep to the quiet yips of his daughters.

[gubgubqwas]

(YAYY!!! MY 50TH POST EVER!!!!)

(This is Rowan’s view. A lot more descriptive.)

Rowan quietly conversed with his fellow dogs, deciding who would want to go and at what time they would depart when a familiar Pit Bull leapt and knocked him down. “Fighter!” he shouted. “How did you end up here?” All the other dogs stared at him, a mix of bewilderment and hostility in their faces. “I want you guys to meet Fighter, my old friend from the dog fighting place.” Meanwhile, a certain Bull Terrier walked out from behind the shadows. Rowan did not know the beautiful girl’s name, but he recognized her from the dog fighting place. “I am Sasha. I am willing to help here and I will fight and work as hard as one of you. Fighter is my mate. We have burrowed underground for two days to escape the horrible place. But things do not look good here either. We overheard you need to find a place to reside in? We are willing to go with you, to find that place.” Sasha looked confident, shoulders back, head held high, and marks of war covering her pelt.

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(This is Fighter’s view. It's a lot less descriptive.)

Fighter soared through the air and knocked down Rowan. “Oops buddy…” he said, with dogs baring their teeth at him. Rowan introduced Fighter, and Sasha walked from her hiding spot. She said,” I am Sasha. I am willing to help here and I will fight and work as hard as one of you. Fighter is my mate. We have burrowed underground for two days to escape the horrible place. But things do not look good here either. We overheard you need to find a place to reside in? We are willing to go with you, to find that place.” Fighter looked at his mate proudly.

(Sasha is in both views. PLEASE POST OR JOIN THE RP!)

[Beebop]

Pleased with himself for getting out of walking such a great distance so easily, Ronnie sat back, listening to the others talk. They were buzzing about the trip, some excited, some afraid. He wished he was young enough to go with them; he knew all too well this was no world for such an old man. He still had a few years left, though, and he promised himself he would do as much as he could for the group, even when he stayed behind.
His thought was broken by a strange dog that flew through the air and collided with Rowan. Ronnie's initial reaction was shock; he took the jump for an attack, and was surprised that any other dogs left alive would fight the first survivors they found. In a few seconds, though, it became apparent that this was not the case. Tails wagged and the two exchanged friendly greetings; Rowan must've known this dog before he came to the kennels.
Sure enough, the retriever soon introduced the new dog as an old friend from the dogfighting ring and the female standing behind them as Fighter's mate. They seemed friendly enough, but the pointer knew better than to trust at first sight, even if they weren't hostile. He lifted his sharp nose upward, drawing himself up to assume an air of dignity as he assessed these newcomers.
If he had learned anything in his youth, it was that dogs from the fighting circles were mean. They would be very nice on occasion, but their tolerance for others wore thin quickly, making them unstable and generally the type you would avoid. Ronnie trusted Rowan, but these friends of his had never left the rink from the looks of it, and the retriever had been away for a considerable amount of time. Who was to say what they had experienced in his absence, and more importantly, how they would now react to a group of strangers?
Ronnie sighed. Although he had his reservations, this was not the time or place for doubt. They needed as many dogs as they could get, and these two fit the bill, whether he liked it or not. At least they were friends of a member of the group.
The pointer dropped his defenses a bit, nodding and smiling rather seriously at the two in a greeting. They talked about how they too had managed to dig themselves out of their underground prison, and Ronnie immediately began to think of other dogs. It was a fighting ring, right? When no one else said it, he spoke, "Were there others with you?"

[gubgubqwas]

Fighter could tell the old dog didn't trust him quite yet. This made him want to prove himself. Fighter looked up at the old dog and replied,"The other dogs loved their lives there, ripping at other dogs' flesh... They refused to come with us. They are probably fighting now, someplace where the Bang did not hit. They called us traitors, and useless scraps... like we were scared. But I think they were scared; scared of change, scared of the outside world. The whole time I was there, I thought it was my destiny, to be a champion dogfighter. But now I realize that I was wrong, this whole time I was meant to help you guys. To go on a quest for a new home."

[Teacup-old]

Alika looked at him and whispered to herself, "I can see that." She flicked her tail and limped away as Bay left to visit his pups. She truely didn't mind the way he handled it. Her paw had stopped bleeding now and it didn't hurt as much, but she didn't dare have it touch the ground. It was going to take her forever, and she knew it. "Like I would care. I don't even really like you." she flicked her ears around a couple of times. This was boring being alone. She wished Azalea had lived so both of them could heal their paws with the human's stuff. She held her tail high in the air as she walked across the rubble. The pavement burned her paws terribly, but she had to keep going.
What was she supposed to do anyway? Her first friend was gone... Really. This was no fun being here all alone. She really wished someone would come with her, but not a dog was in sight. She looked around, on high alert. Still no one.

[jojoonthego]

(before what gubgubqwas said)
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A young greyhound named Gossamer walked out from a small bush, which since the huge boom he had heard, he had called this bush home. As he was walking, he soon noticed a large group of kennel dogs chatting. He got closer and heard a dog apparalently named "Fighter" talking about journeying to a new place. He made his way over to Fighter and said, "Hello, i'm Gossamer. I was a shelter dog also, but since the boom, i have been on my own. I overheard you talking about finding a new place to live, sorry for the late notice, but i was wondering if I could join you."

[Teacup-old]

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