The Stranglehold - Feral Dog rp [Open and accepting!

[antler apathy]

[[OOC:Whoops, Gwen's an idiot P: Just ignore my last post ^^;]]

. C h a n c e .
I shiver and shake the warm air cold.
And every mistake I've made so far has left me skin and bones.
It's harder staring over than never to begin.
With blackbirds following me, I'm digging out my grave.
They close in swallowing me.
The pain it comes in w a v e s.

The saluki mix turned, not willing to throw herself in to another fight. She slowly backed away, letting the two battle it out with the other onlookers waiting in anticipation. Chance sometimes questioned the sanity of the dogs that resided in the city, because it seemed that at moments she was the only sensible one to not risk herself and her welfare on a fight that could easily be avoided. She quickly turned to pad away after she knew she was at a safe enough distance to escape with ease.

[ossa di cervo]

Username: Zmija
Name: Chain
Gender: Male
Age: Three years.
Birthdate: 11/16
Breed: Pitbull
Purebred: Yes.
Feral?: Yes.

Scars: Chain's body is littered with small, nearly invisible scars. The most visible of these, would be the one running across his tongue and the one circling his front right paw. His right ear is also missing a rather large chunk.
Accessories: N/A
Picture/description:


Personality: Chain has a rather severe case of split personality, but wait, there's more, Chain isn't the brightest crayon in the tool shed if you get my drift. Chain tends to snap out and then proceeds to run in circles after his tail, always yelling insults and crude come-backs to an unknown insult. But, aside from the awful name, rabid looking snarl, and half insane mind, Chain is a sweetie. He loves other dogs and tends to act like a puppy around them, spinning in circles with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, and the occasional excited bark escaping his throat.

That doesn't mean Chain can't stand up for himself. Oh no, this dog can stand up for himself and anyone else he knows. He gets a tough fight going once he's started, determined to prove himself, he is.

Family:
Father - Razor; Deceased.
Mother - Lily; Location unknown.
Brother - Champ; Location unknown.
Sister - None.
History: Chain's father was a very successful ring-fighting dog, so when his mother had pups, it was assumed that Chain and his brother would follow in his paws. The outcome, though, was entirely different. Chain was one of the worst fighting dogs his owner had run into and Chain was soon turned into the bait dog, while his brother took all the glory. When Chain tried to fight back, he was beat over the head or burnt with searing metal. This got Chain his lovable, slow mentality he has nowadays. Of course, that didn't put Chain in bad spirits, he just had to cope. He lived with the hope of seeing his mother again, though he knew that was unlikely. So Chain got beat, increasing his scar count daily until his owner finally past away. He left then and there, vowing he'd prove to his family that he was worth more then some silly little bait dog. Little did he know that nearly everyone was dying; even his family.

Other: The Wild Rover
Second Place Victory - This Day And Age

Role Play Sample: Chain sat silently in his small metal box as he waited for the gate in front of him to open. It was another meeting with a new friend. It was always with new friends. Then again, they weren't new, it was always the same. Either Champ or Rosco. Chain knew they liked him though, especially Champ. They always said such nice words to him when they opened the box. Always such nice, sweet words.

The little box door slid up and light flew into Chain's eyes. His mouth fell open, "Rosco!" Chain rushed forward, toward the larger boxer with her chin close to the ground. The boxer grinned, "'Ey there, Chain." A growl took over the boxer's body and Chain wagged his tail furiously. He knew what was coming yet, somehow, his mind had forgotten the fact that it was a bad something and replaced with a joy. Rosco's teeth dug into Chain's flesh and the pitbull crawled away only to be poked with hot metal. It stung, yes, but Chain was used to that. He was used to the blood dripping in between his eyes and open wounds on his shoulders.

Eventually Rosco was pulled away by a Human but the boxer tugged at his leash, "Chain! You pesky little rat, just die already! You're nothin' but a scrawny little mutt." Chain smiled at these words though, "To bad there won't be a next time Rosco. You're going against Champ this time.. I don't think I'll be seeing you again. No one visits me again after they've met Champ.." And with those words, Chain slunk back into his metal box. Back into the quiet dark.

[Teacup-old]

Username: Teacup.
Name: Amaya.
Gender: Female.
Age: Fourteen months.
Birthdate: January first.
Breed: Australian Shepher mix.
Purebred: No.
Feral?: Yes.

Scars: She has a couple of scars here and there including a slight limp, but other than that she's fine.
Accessories: Nope.
Picture/description:


Personality: Amaya has the personality of her breed; sweet, fun loving, and loyal. Though she couldn’t last a minute in a fight, she would much rather give up herself than let someone else die in her arms. She has endless energy, but will always be willing to sit down and have a relaxing day in the sun. She’s generally up tight, wanting everything to be perfect. If she has to get in a fight with someone else about where something should be, she’ll dish out some nasty words to get her way. If something is out of place, it will really bug her; often to the point of where someone would want to move something just to mess with her head. Amaya's intelligence level is high seeing as how she comes from a smart breed, so she often uses that to her will. She won't judge others by first meetings since first meetings are always the weirdest, but would rather judge them by how they act. Dirt is a major turn off when that card is played, though.

Family:
Father - Chester. - Adoptive - Deceased
Mother - Honey. - Deceased.
Brother - Bruce. - Unknown, Charlie. - Unknown
Sister - Never had any.
History: A heavily pregnant Honey began to dig, her paws already coated and crusted with dirt all the way up to her chest. She peeked over her shoulder, making sure the abusive man that once owned her wasn’t coming. As she began to dig faster, the fence of dirt finally broke, the hole big enough for her and her mate to escape. She slowly squeezed herself through; something that was quite a challenge for her. When she had finally gotten her swollen body through the hole under the chain-link fence, the sliding glass door slid open, a large man running towards them. She went to run, turning back in time to see her loved mate grabbed around the waist.

She ran through the houses, jumping onto cars and running on the metal as she attempted to escape. She couldn’t quite run as fast as she wanted to because of her pregnancy, but she was fast enough. Soon the man gave up, his whole career out the door as he watched rolls of cash running away from him.

Later that night Honey gave birth to three healthy pups; two male, one female. They were raised well, but because of the lack of food for Honey, she soon pasted from starvation soon after the pups were able to eat regular food. The two brothers stayed together as the little female walked off; not aware that she would have a terrible experience that next day.

The little pup had come up with a word she was able to say; Amaya. It was her very first word, and she was considering calling herself that. Her brothers had already come up with their names; Bruce and Charlie. Come to think of it, she couldn’t quite remember where they were. She shrugged; walking slowly like a puppy would near a border of trees. A loud, horrible sound came from the trees. As she looked up, a large brown bird was spreading its wings, staring down at the pup. Amaya whined, the bird leaping off the branch and swooping toward her. At the same time a much larger adult dog was running for her. It was too late.

The bird grasped her head before the dog could attack it, blinding the puppy for life. She was later raised with a loving adopted father who made sure she was always okay; somewhat like a body guard. When he passed, she went out to be on her own.

Other: Color Blind by Natalie Walker.

Role Play Sample: Hollywood was busy digging up a storm in the backyard. She’d been working on a hidden hole big enough to fit any dog through for a while now. Today was the day it would be finished. She backed out of the bush, dirt caked on her legs and snout. Letting out a few barks of excitement for all the other neighborhood dogs to hear, the young female entered the bush again and began her day of escaping.

Her head went first under the metal fence as the rest of her body followed. Finally getting through, the female shook herself, which didn’t do much about the dirt. Her red fur was dark in the sunlight, yet she continued on with her regular day. Her owner, Mary Sue, had gone off to look at studs for the female, ultimately leaving her with an empty household and a small backyard.

Earlier that day Hollywood had completely destroyed the house; streaming garbage throughout the house and getting into the cupboards. She even managed to get into the fridge where a buffet of foods sat. It had been a fun day, yet somehow the female was still board. She slowly made her way around the house, occupying herself with light steps and walking through shadows. She would inspect the area often; acting like a spy.

Finally she found a way to dash across the road, even without shadows. It was probably considered a stupid idea, though, since she dashed out in front of a massive truck. Truth was, Hollywood was just happy to be out. She lifted her nose to the air, her pink tongue falling from her jaws. Being a show dog and all, Holly had perfectly white teeth that the judges adored.

Somehow she found herself between the two shepherds across the street; Duke and Shay. “Shhh, I’m a spy!” she barked, lying down on the floor and rolling into a bush. She stuck her head out of the bush, her pink nose obvious. She looked between the two with her blue eyes, “Update me.”

[Gabrielle Renee]

○ • Toki • ○

The pitbull loosed her grip at Nyc's bite, taking that opportunity as much as it hurt, his tail slipped out of the female's mouth. As the pitbull was about to attack Nyc, Toki bit into her neck and let go at the sound of her yelp signaling her leaving. The pregnant female slipped out of Nyc's grib and ran off. Though he had many injuries, his tail hurt the most. With it being cut off, just the sensitivity of it was so great that when an object moved past it, not even touching it, it hurt. Now a bite? 'Oh I must be in hell by now.' He thought. His blood and the pitbull's lay splattered on the ground. With open wounds bleeding, he started to feel rather light headed and he felt like he couldn't suport his own weight.

[Gabrielle Renee]

[[ Both accepted.(: ]]

[kirishima]

[ Wow, the roleplay is just brimming with new members today! KD -coughcoughincludingmecough- ]

The kai ken mix irritably lashed his tail back and forth. Faint snarls and yowls reached his pricked ears in the form of echoes; Canon shook his head. Do they not know the range of noise in this city? He shuffled to his paws, snorting. It seemed as if a new quarrel was brewing every minute, somewhere near by. The level of their stupidity was rising, in his mind, for their barks and yelps were incessantly increasing in volume.
Canon's ear twitched with a sense of annoyance. He turned his tail and began to trot through the waterway tunnels, keeping his mind focused on his pawstep echoes that mixed with the sounds from above.

[crayon]

[X'3 My sister did the cough, cough thing today so I said 'Get away! You pr'olly have the troll flu. Heard it's going around.' Then I winked sarcastically and she told on me TwT Can Baci meet up with Canon cause I have no one to RP Baci with.]

[Teacup-old]

The small female slowly eased into a trot as the sounds of a fight got louder. She was much closer now. Finally after running into objects and tripping over stones the blind female could hear others. She had no clue how many there were, but she hoped they were friendly. She stood there, head tilted as she listened to them. She stared ahead, almost like she was staring into space as her paws picked up on the faint vibrations coming from them. Her ears perked slightly, “My opinion isn’t very accurate, but it sounds like there are dogs here, in a fight.” She slowly turned, feeling her way across the ground as she attempted to find them.

Maybe her ears were tricking her, but it sounded like everyone had fallen into silence. She sulked, still trying to find where one of the dogs were. Was she even near them? Maybe they were trying to silently slip away.

[crayon]

[Meh. I'll make a form for Feroz and Ali. But Feroz won't be all Gary-Sue-ish.

This isn't directed towards anyone in particular, and be honest, do you guys think it's possible to take me seriously as a mod with my avvie? X'3 Just a stupid question.]

[kirishima]

[ Nice humor, my level of respect for you has just increased. XD || Suure. Canon is quite lonely, too. || I may edit his little intro picture, by the way... it's really bugging me that it's much fatter than a few others that I use. -sigh- ]

Canon let his eyelids fall now; he knew these tunnels by heart. It slightly amused him whenever he found another canine find itself lost in them, but he supposed that they really weren't to blame. He had spent most of his days underground, but there were many other regions of the city that he didn't quite know much about...