Shock of Night {{ Dog & Demon RP ~ Semi-Lit+ ~ Accepting }}

[Popcorns]

((I'll post my charactors when I get home tomorrow))

[Salamandaa]

Username:
Frostdragon
Character's Name:
Rapidrun of the Night
Nickname/s:
Just call him Rapid or Rapidrun. No need for use of titles with him, in fact the only times he will use his full name is when he is introducing himself or addressing a rival/enemy.
Age:
Four years
Gender:
Male
Breed:
Karelian Bear Dog
Personality:
Rapidrun prefers to handle things rationally and logically. He is a quiet individual who mostly cares about the ways of peaceful leaving, since he mainly prefers things not to be troublesome. Rapidrun is also quite loyal and dependable as long as you prove yourself to him. In combat situations, for as long as he can, he will put tremendous amounts of effort into whatever he is doing. He is also uncomfortable expressing affection or emotion to others. He himself can be described as sensitive,challenging, intelligent, skillful, and tough on himself.

Picture/description:
Rapidrun is a black and white, 22 1/2 inch tall dog that weighs approximately forty-five pounds He has medium sized ears that are erect and pointy, and has short hair, unless winter comes, which then he grows out a longer coat. He is primarily black, but white covers most of his front ruff and legs. His tail is long and curly, and his features are athletic, and his build sturdy. Jaws are very powerful, and his eyes are a hazel.

History:
Some of his personality may be caused by his sharp upbringing of being a hunting dog. He was born in Northern Europe,his name then was Kieran. He happened to travel to numerous places to bring down bigger and tougher game. The bond between a hunter and his dog was a close one, and Rapidrun himself felt he had to take his tasks,organize them, and do them all in a few minutes to be able to accomplish his goals. He took down wolves, elk, boars, and bears in his days of hunting, but one day his master got injured and couldn't hunt anymore, and he was sold. How he got to where he is now is unknown, but it is assumed that he was either abandoned or ran away.
Anything Else?:
Balrog

[omori]

(( Accepted :3 Oh an you guys can stet whenever you're ready. I'm a little busy but I'll be on later to RP :D ))

[Maxxika]

((So I can start now?))

[omori]

(( Yessiree! ^^ I'm not good at doing the first post xD ))

[Maxxika]

Rocius - "Old Man"

--------------------The Stray Mutt--------------------

"What is this place..." The old dog slowly lifted his head from the ground, the whole scene around him twisting and spinning as he started to wake. Just a blur of darkness and greens, and the oddness of it assured the canine that this must be a dream. There was no other explaination for him being in such an unknown place. He was sure it had been light out, and he was in the park before this. As his vision started to clear, the dirty old dog sat himself up stiffly. These trees, they were larger than he had ever seen before. This darkness was so much compared to the night in the city. So many terrifying and unusual sounds surrounded the animal, making him whine and step back. He yelped, finding himself backed against a tree. Slowly he looked back, ears back the best he could. Rocius let out a relieved sigh, dropping to lay back down as he realized it was only a tall and large tree like all the rest that he had backed into. "How did I get here...?" He asked himself quietly, trying to remember.

It all started to come back after a few minutes, the long haired dog shivering.

"Come play with me!" The pup yipped, happily running in circles around the old dog, tail flailing around and ears flopping as it bounced. Rocius watched him, head tilted and tail slowly wagging. "Come on Ros! Play!" The pup confused Old Man, who hadn't had anyone want to play with him in so long. Especially such a young pup like this that he had never met before. But he complied, standing up and moving toward the puppy. He gave a low, playful growl and nudged the pup, who rolled over and jumped back up, taking off running. Rocius followed the best his stiff legs would take him, unaware of the fact that this puppy was only his imagination playing tricks on him. There was no young pup begging him to play. Just an image in his mind. He barked, panting as he ran after the pup, who seemed full of endless energy. The pup stopped, turning back toward Rocius. He barked, then jumped into a bush. Rocius hesitated, slowing to a walk and staring after him.

"Don't hide kid! That's not very nice!" Rocius called after the pup, moving into the brush a lot slower than the puppy, sniffing around for him. Unfortunately, the scent was no longer there. The image was gone, and so was any sign of it. "Hey Puppy!" He called, starting to run again. "Come back! This isn't a fun game for an old man like me! Stop playing around!" He howled, unaware of his course leading him straight into a tree.

Which left him where he had woken up. Rocius whined, rubbing a paw over his head and nose. "Ow. Stupid Pups." He whined, standing back up once more. "Forget him Rocius. He brought it on himself to be left in here." He told himself, moving away from the tree he had run into. Back the way he hoped he had come. He walked. And he walked. And he walked some more. Panting heavily as if he had just been running again, he dropped to the growned with a whimper. "I chased him this far?" He whispered, closing his green eyes, falling limp on the ground in attempts to relax. "That was stupid Rocius. Why would you ever chase a strange pup into a dark forest like this?" He muttered, then considered an answer to his own question. He let out a sigh. "Of course I have to worry about everyone. Why do I have to be so caring? Now I'm lost and he left me! Great thanks pup!" He howled to last the best he could, shivering and once more closing his eyes. He needed to forget that pup. He needed to find a way out of here.

Find somebody else maybe. There had to be some other animal here. Someone who would know how to escape. Somebody who would know what this place even was. Again Rocius stood, but this time moved slower. His head was dropped, tail and ears drooping as he walked, concentrating on moving forward, staying standing, and sniffing out any other animals. A lot of things for one older dog to do at one time when he was as tired as he was. Especially when so many thoughts kept moving through his head. What if he never got out? What if the pup had been eaten by some larger animal, and he would just be the next prey? What if there were angry wolves or dogs in here? Forests were where Rocius assumed his wild ancestors lived. He was far from them though, he knew he put same to the title of dog. It was a shame for the wolf related to him. He whined as he thought more. It seemed whenever he got to thinking, things seemed to get worse. Maybe he should stop thinking?

Played by; Kyle
Character; Rocius
Words; 847
Character Mood; Tired, scared, and annoyed.
Location; In the forest.
OOC Notes; ((I love this guy.))

[Lupen]

............. A nice house, good owners, great meals... Things some dogs would kill for, but Khaz hated all of it. He hated being in a house, he hated being owned, and he hated not being able to hunt for his own food. He longed to be wild, to go and do whatever he pleased. He finally had enough of being cooped up, and decided to run away.

............. One day, when his owners had let him out into their backyard, he had managed to dig under one of the fences. Once free, he bolted, running as fast as his legs could carry him. He didn't stop to look back at the place he once called home, where a loving family had taken care of him for four long years. Khaz continued to run through the small city, until he came to the edge of the forest. Something in his head screamed, Don't go in, Khaz, don't go in..., but his curious nature made it impossible for him to stay out of the mysterious place. Curiousity killed the cat, or in this case, curiousity killed the dog.

............. The young German Shepherd had wondered a ways into the eerie forest. Strange shapes would whizz past him, making him jump. From what he could see of the shadowy figures, they didn't look anything like an animal he had seen before. Some had more than four or five legs, where others had spikes coming from what looked to be their backs. "Where am I?" The dog whispered nervously to himself, yelping as a terrifying screech echoed through the forest. He tried to pull himself together, one thing he learned was to never show fear, but that was a challenge in a place like this.

............. Khaz continued to wander through the forest, hoping to find an exit to this nightmare. He tried to keep his head high, his tail raised, and his ears forward, but it was hard when horrible screams and snake-like hisses sounded around him. He always felt as if something was following him, but when he would turn around, there was nothing. He had no clue where he was, or where he was going, and now he wished he had stayed in his house. Cooped up was better than being lost in this place...

[pancreas]

Username: TheAbii
Character's Name: Kite
Nickname/s (if any): Sometimes he gets called Kitty, or Kit.
Age: 2 1/2
Gender: Male
Breed: Liver and white border collie
Personality: Quirky and outgoing, he treats the woods like an adventure. He is brave on the outside but on the inside, he is very skittish and anxious, due to his history. He tries not to let it show, but he can't pretend all the time...
Picture/description: White with liver ears and liver tip on tail.
History: He was born on a sheep farm and grew up there, his whole purpose in life to become the best herder yet. He'd seen what had happened to the pups that weren't good enough, and it had left him terrified of the farmer and his bags, and especially, water. He tried to learn all the tricks, he tried to become a good herder, but he wasn't good enough. His mother disowned him, and he was alone. And one day the farmer came, not with his bag, but with his gun. Kite knew it was the end. But something inside him clicked, and when the man reached over the gate, Kite latched himself onto his arm. And then he was over the gate and away, not looking back once.
He travelled for days, becoming hungry, weak and filthy. Then he saw the rabbit. It was sat there, at the edge of the trees, and Kite didn't stop to think. He never did catch it.
Anything Else?: Balrog.

Username: TheAbii
Character's Name: Jess
Nickname/s (if any): N/A
Age: 2 1/2
Gender: Female
Breed: English Springer Spaniel
Personality: Jess may be small, but she can pack a punch. Shes used to being the leader and it shows. When you get past her arrogance, she is a kind and sweet dog, who will protect anyone who she believes deserves it.
Picture/description: I need to find my adapter so I can upload a picture of Jess up ;D
History: She was a pet. She had everything she wanted, a male friend, children to keep her company, toys, food...But she was a spaniel at heart. She was out on a walk, off the lead, when the squirrel trotted past her, taunting her. She was away before her owners had turned to look. She soon lost the squirrel, and was turning back when she saw eyes staring out at her. And then she was lost.
Anything Else?: Balrog

[HellRaiser]

Username:Bread
Character's Name: Catalyst
Nickname/s : Lyst, Lock, 'The Trapped Feelings'
Age: 2 years
Gender: male
Breed: Bull Terrier
Personality: Catalyst is a very silent dog. His eyes are not very expressive either. He is often nicknamed 'The Trapped Feelings' because he never gives anything away. But he's determined to do whatever he sets himself to do, and skillfully never let feelings get in the way. He's a patient and willing to listen without criticizing, but if you push him too far his words are cold, sharp, and painful.
Picture/description:
History: Catalyst was owned by a farm family, just outside the city. His name was originally Cow, and he was born with one eye. He lived a happy life, sometimes helping herd the sheep and enjoying delicious kibble at the end of each busy day. Then when his persons sold the farm and moved, they couldn't bring their beloved dog with them. So they had to leave him on the farm with the new owners and hope for the best. But Cow didn't like it. He ran away into the city trying to find his old family, but he ended up a stray. Months he looked for them in vain but couldn't find them. So in anger he changed his name to Catalyst, meaning something that does something without being affected, in hope of growing into a solid foundation that cannot be rocked. (Then of course he chased a squirrel and got lost in the forest.
Anything Else?: He hates cats Balrog

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