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

[Beebop]

No others, that was fantastic news. Ronnie sat back irritably, watching the new couple out of the corner of his eye. He didn't fancy going to see for himself the underground ring, so the best he could do was to sit and sulk about the problems they could cause.
Just then, another dog he didn't recognize stepped out from behind a bush. This one sported the tall and thin body of a greyhound, and Ronnie could tell immediately that he wasn't from the fighting circle. This put his mind at ease for a bit, but strangers were still strangers. The greyhound introduced himself as Gossamer, but although he claimed to be a kennel dog as well, the pointer couldn't bring himself to remember the dog that stood before him. "You couldn't have been from our kennels," he said, sizing up the newcomer. "I would have at least noticed if one of the members bolted after we dug out. Were you a store dog, perhaps?" He narrowed his eyes a bit, stepping forward and cocking his head to the side. "Or perhaps a dog from another kennel?" The most important thing to Ronnie at that moment was members. He had once lived in a home with some odd twenty other dogs, and without a group, he felt extremely venerable and worried for the safety of the group. Maybe there wasn't anything dangerous out there, but these new arrivals had proved they were certainly not the only ones to survive. Still, he couldn't just sit around and let anyone become part of their makeshift pack. There were rules that had to be followed, and he would make sure that everyone fit the bill.

.....

Bay's ears twitched and moved to better capture the voices he heard at ground level. He lifted his head to get a better idea of the conversation, and realized with a mild horror that these voices were new. Other dogs? Where had they come from? What did they want? He scrambled to his feet and ran over to the mouth of the tunnel, sticking his head in and listening hard. There were at least two... no, three others he could hear... and there were probably more. Not knowing whether this was good or bad, he slipped silently up the tunnel to the top.
Keeping his body concealed in the passage, Bay's whiffling nose appeared in the opening, followed by his dark face. There were three that he could see; they were talking with the other dogs. Rowan looked very friendly with one of them, making him feel a little better about it, but still unsure of what these dogs wanted. He emerged from the tunnel cautiously, zigzagging his way over to the circle slowly as to buy himself more time.
He shot a sideways glance at King, who he saw standing a few feet away. Bay caught his eye, looking at him very seriously and shaking his head once, signaling for his friend to keep his guard up.
The shepherd turned back to the new dogs, holding his tail and head high. He trotted into the circle, feigning happiness to see what the others were like. "Well, hello. Who do we have here?"

[gubgubqwas]

Fighter smiled. Another friend of Rowan's, he supposed..."I'm Fighter, a friend of Rowan's from the dogfighting place. I came here to help you find a new home. And this is my mate, Sasha. She wants to help to." The white bull terrier looked shyly at Bay. "As for this dog," he said, directing his gaze towards the greyhound,"He wants to come to. But I don't know much about him"

[Teacup-old]

Alika kept walking. Maybe it wasn't too late to turn back... She whipped her head around at the sound of another creature stalking her, but it was too late.
She was hit full force by another canine as he dug his teeth into her neck. She howled with pain, but no one was around to help her. She tried vicously to kick at his stomach, but he wouldn't budge. Alika knew what she had to do. She grabbed the canine's ear between her teeth getting him to loosen his grip as she finally got a chance to grab his muzzle, but he was too strong. He soon came out of her grip and swiped her face with his paw, claws out as they scratched her.
Alika let out another cry of pain. A question wouldn't get out of her head: Will I survive? This haunted her. She was helpless as he threw her across the black top and everything went into a blur. All she could see was the blured black and tan coat of a...shepherd. Bay must have been doing this to her because she looked like Azalea or because of what she said earlier, but it made no sence.
Alika's eyes shut slowly as she became unconsious, only the words of the shepherd left to hear, "Sleep now my darlin'." That accent was all too firmiliar to Alika, but she still couldn't point it out if she wanted to. Her coat was covered in blood, especially her neck. She had deep wounds across her neck and sides.
Who would be so cruel that they would have to come to this to get what they want from someone? Maybe Alika knew the shepherd, but she still could figure it out if she wanted to. It was too much of a challenge. It had all happened so fast.
Her body laid there in the sun as the shepherd did whatever, still near by. Her black coat was a dark purple color as her wounds continued to bleed, not even bothering to stop.

[Beebop]

A friend of Rowan's? That was good news. Bay had certainly not been having a good day, but he pushed over his bitter emotions and smiled as best as he could, dropping all false kindness. It was like Alatea had said, there would be a time to mourn for those lost, but the time was not now. They would need an extra set of paws to achieve their safety, and of course they would have to prove their worth, but no one in the group had really known each other before the Bang, either. If he trusted his new post-Bang friends, he might as well trust them, too.
"Well, it's nice to meet you all," he said in the most cheerful voice he could achieve, smiling at the dog who had spoken and his pretty mate. He looked tough and had a name to match; Bay liked him already. "You're more than welcome to come with us if you want. It's been chaos here and we'll need some help. And you can come to, um..." he looked to the greyhound, raising his eyebrows in a silent inquiry.
Ronnie spoke without looking up, obviously put out by the recent events. "Gossamer."
"Right then. Gossamer, you may join us too if you like." Bay smiled and nodded to him in introduction.
Relieved by the knowledge that the newcomers were friendly, Bay's thoughts turned back to his daughters. The one he had bitten seemed to be fine, but he was still concerned about it as well as their food supply. "I hate to be rude, but I'll be going now. Rowan, I trust you can bring you friends up to speed on everything that's happened, can't you? You know, introductions, show them the ropes? I just don't want to talk right now." He looked into the retriever's eyes in an unspoken apology for his behavior before; it had occurred to Bay that he never apologized. He smiled in an uncharacteristically shy way and turned to go.
Just as he was walking away, though, he sharp ears caught a cry in the distance. He whirled around, taking in the sound as it echoed through the canyon of rubble. Alika.
"Oh, dammit!" Bay cursed worriedly, running toward the sound in a panic. "I'm sorry you guys, I'll be back soon!" he called over his shoulder at the other dogs, not bothering to stop and give an explanation.
Dammit, dammit! dammit all, why did I leave her alone?

[Teacup-old]

Alika's eyes flew open. She lifted her head and scrambled to her feet watching as the shepherd lied down happily across the rubble as he watched her. She growled at him. She didn't know who this was now that she thought about it. She didn't know this dog at all so why was he after her? Maybe because she is already injured? She didn't know but didn't want to think. Right now her sences needed to be focased on this dog.
Alika snarled, "I'll kill you!" She had a dark side she had never seen before. She had realised that if she was ever angered she would be deadly, but right now she would use it on the shepherd. She shook her pelt, practically nothing coming off. Then she stood her ground in a defensive posture. Her brain was fried at this moment. She would have to act instead of think about it.
She watched as the shepherd got to his feet and snarled back, "Relax hun. You won't be pushed too hard." He chuckled. His eyes flared with anger. He lept forward at Alika as she did the same.
The two met in the air and Alika grabbed his throat, but he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her down where he pinned her. This was impossible. She was already hurt badly. What was she going to do?

[Beebop]

Bay was tired. His mind had been overloaded by the hectic frenzy of activity that had happened since the Bang, and he could no longer manage to take it all in. Instead, he had to focus on one thing at a time, trying his best to keep it all under control. There would be another time and place to sort himself out, but he needed to be strong.
As his long legs carried him near breakneck speed through the labyrinth of broken buildings, all his mind could think about was his friend. He had yelled at her and left her alone even though he had known she was injured... how could he have been so stupid? The shepherd flew to the place he had heard her scream as fast as he could, heart racing with fear. He had only heard her cry out once -- could he be too late?
He arrived on the scene panting but alive with adrenaline. He saw exactly what he had feared; Alika was pinned under another dog - another shepherd - and from the looks of it, she was loosing the fight. There was blood on her coat and although she had a good hold of the other dog's neck, it seemed to have no effect of him.
Growling ferociously, Bay lept down from where he had stood on the crushed roof of a car, ears back, head low and tail high. He held his muzzle forward to be sure the stranger could see every sharp, white tooth in his mouth, bristling his fur to look almost twice his normal size.
Through his continuous growl, Bay's words were hard to hear. "Let go of her."
The strange dog's eyes were fixed on him, but his mouth remained clamped over Alika's shoulder. Bay stepped forward slowly, his growls growing louder. "I said drop her. NOW!" He barked on the last word, loosing all patience and leaping forward, sinking his teeth into the back of the other dog's neck. That effectively released his jaws and he turned his full attention on to Bay.
The two went at it, biting, clawing, ripping at each other with all their strength. Bay had to admit the stranger was more than a match for him. He took hits during fights, but it dawned on him that he might actually loose to this dog. Still, he caught a glimpse of the heeler who lay wounded on the ground behind the stranger. He thought of the pups in her belly and all the life she had left to live. He knew his life was much closer to being over than hers, and in the moment, he felt as though there was nothing more important that her going on. Perhaps she had even looked a little like Azalea as she sat there, but whatever the cause, Bay fought harder than he ever had in his life.

[Teacup-old]

Alika looked over at Bay with a sigh of relief. Someone had heard her cry for help. She wanted to get up and attack the shepherd along with Bay, but couldn't move. It pained her to watch as Bay was also taking a beating, but she watched. She didn't want to, but she stuck her own feelings out of her mind.
Alika angered herself. She flipped over onto her stomach and lifted herself up, the glass digging deeper into her paw. She yelped and fell back onto her stomach, groaning at herself with disappointment and anger. She let herself down. Plus, in a few weeks, she would most likely let her pups down. She didn't get up this time. She just lied there on the ground in pain. Her own sorrow for both Azalea's death and Bay's heart being broken overwhelming her. Thinking it over, Alika didn't care how much it hurt; she was going to stand and help Bay.
Alika put her paws back under herself and lifted herself up, the pain in her paw growing more unbearable by the second. She needed to stand and help him. She didn't care if her mind begged her to stay down and let her mind die on the floor.

[Teacup-old]

[Bump.]

[Beebop]

((Sorry I didn't reply earlier, I've had some busy days of late.))

Bay and the other shepherd continued to fight, barking fiercely at one another. They had been at it for quite a while by that point, and they broke apart momentarily, growling and circling each other while trying to catch their breath.
Bay was panting heavily and he knew he couldn't keep up with the stranger forever. He could feel the fur along the side of his face being dampened by the blood that was running from his ear, getting in his eye and making it hard to see, and his left hind leg was in so much pain he could barley stand on it. He had been bitten and clawed to a degree he just wasn't used to; he couldn't remember ever taking this severe of a beating in his life. Still, the stranger looked to be in about the same situation.
Bay shook his fur out quickly and puffed himself up, steading for an attack, when he noticed Alika behind the strange dog, trying to stand and fight. The creases on his face loosened to an expression of surprise as they made eye contact, and he shook his head vigorously without thinking what he was doing.
The stranger, who had been watching Bay's every move, took his chance and instead of launching forward, pushed his shoulder back to collide with Alika, knocking her down again. Bay was pulling him off the next second, furious at himself for tipping him off, but determined to beat him.
In his anger, though, the shepherd didn't pay attention to the subtle moves of his opponent. When the other dog's hind feet flew up into his middle, he had no idea what had hit him. He was flipped backwards, the two of them locked together and rolling down a small pile of rubble. Bay wrenched them apart, not sure where the stranger had gone, but imagining he had sent him flying. He set his attention to stopping himself, but before he could move his head collided with a cinder block at the bottom of the pile and he fell limp, knocked cold.
He awoke a few seconds later, bewildered and dizzy, but still aware that he was in a fight. His vision spinning, he stood, blinking rapidly to try and dispel his dizziness. He saw the stranger a few feet away, coming closer by the second. Bay growled and attacked him, missing by a good few inches. He heard laughter behind him and felt the sting of teeth in the back of his neck as he was pushed to the ground, unable to do much to fight back. Alika's blurry figure was just visible to him where she had been pushed down, but there was nothing he could do then. He closed his eyes in a last attempt to try and gain a second wind; anything that could help them, but nothing came.

[Teacup-old]

Alika: Alika tried to get her wind back as the two fought. She lied there, it was over. They needed help, badly. She watched as the shepherd took hold of Bay's neck, this couldn't be the end of it all. She closed her eyes, she couldn't watch, but cries of pain from an unknown voice. She flew her eyes open, Bay was freed and now there was a black figure standing over the body of the shepherd as it fell limp and cold, it fell dead. She was shocked. After all that fighting someone killed it without a scratch. She made a last attempt to know who killed it, so she drew in the scent of the dog. It was a firmiliar scent. Infact, she thought he had Bay writen all over him. The figure walked over to Bay and helped him to his feet.

King: King leapt out of no where just as the shepherd lost his grip and looked at him. He gripped the dogs neck, knocking him to the ground as he stood over his body. He quickly and swiftly snapped the dog's neck, killing him with one bite. He lifted his head and stepped off of him, licking the blood off his nose, lips, and canines. "You okay Bay?" he said, turning to help the shepherd to his paws. "Took quite a beating didn't ya?" he wagged his stubby tail, "Why were you fighting?"