The Stranglehold - Feral Dog rp [Open and accepting!

[riddlestyx]

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What had convinced the husky to stay in these ruins? Raven didn't know. She'd be better off on the outskirts of this horrid city's boundaries. But that would get her no where in life. No dogs lived there anymore. Well, that's what she thought. Raven let loose a sigh, her dominant posture not faltering, though. The Siberian Husky wouldn't allow others to believe she was easy prey. She knew their ways. The smaller and least fortunate were to be hunted. Killed. Eaten. She shuddered at the thought. Raven was absolutely no cannibal! That was a disgusting thought. Raven couldn't even believe the dogs would think of devouring their own kind. But what other choice did they have a food? Perhaps humans. It was better than their pet dogs. Raven released another sigh, a little more depressed than usual. She crept off, not realizing how much she had lost her alert position. That was when she felt her bump into another furry creature. Raven yelped, startled, hurling herself backwards and braced herself. She regained herself, and studied what she had bumped into. A German Shepherd of a dark color. Raven's tail slipped between her legs in submission, not wanting any trouble with this dog.

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What had convinced the husky to stay in these ruins? Raven didn't know. She'd be better off on the outskirts of this horrid city's boundaries. But that would get her no where in life. No dogs lived there anymore. Well, that's what she thought. Raven let loose a sigh, her dominant posture not faltering, though. The Siberian Husky wouldn't allow others to believe she was easy prey. She knew their ways. The smaller and least fortunate were to be hunted. Killed. Eaten. She shuddered at the thought. Raven was absolutely no cannibal! That was a disgusting thought. Raven couldn't even believe the dogs would think of devouring their own kind. But what other choice did they have a food? Perhaps humans. It was better than their pet dogs. Raven released another sigh, a little more depressed than usual. She crept off, not realizing how much she had lost her alert position. That was when she felt her bump into another furry creature. Raven yelped, startled, hurling herself backwards and braced herself. She regained herself, and studied what she had bumped into. A German Shepherd of a dark color. Raven's tail slipped between her legs in submission, not wanting any trouble with this dog.

[Oh. X'3 I know you.]

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[Gabrielle Renee]

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His head was down from coughing up blood and his eyes where closed, trying to regain strength. But it did aboslutely nothing for him. He was loosing to much blood. When he was bumped into, off gaurd he nearly fell over but kept on hiis feet. He was clearly injured and was covered in blood he certainly didn't want to go through with another fight, luckily enough he was relieved when he saw the husky's submissive position.

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Raven's eyes flicked upward to see the dog once again. This time, she saw blood. The first time she examined him, she guessed it must of just been her eyes fooling her. She blinked her eyes, now standing up straight again, not wanting to show weakness nor dominance. She managed out, "A-are you alright?" It was barely more than a whisper.

[Larynx]

Username: HowlingWolf
Name: Cobra
Gender: Male
Age: 6 Years
Birthdate: Sept. 12th
Breed: Dutch Shepherd
Purebred:Yes
Feral?: [[If not please state who the master is. ]] Yes

Scars: [Optional; But I do not want any perfect bodies] Has slight,yet noticable kink at the end of his tail. Has minor unimportant scars on his paws.
Accessories: [Optional.] None
Picture/description: [ Picture preferred ]


Personality: Being raised as a police dog, he is very serious and demands respect from others, and if he gets it he will give it back. He is rather silent and would rather keep to himself if possible, but doesn't mind socializing. He tends to try to look at all sides before making a decision, and usually does but can be impulsive and rash, sometimes leaping before looking, thankfully a rare occurence. By keeping to himself so much he finds it hard to make good friends. He tries to look on the positive side of things and is usually an easy going fellow,in a happy or positive mood. Though his temper is rather short, and he's a bit impatient, he also has the occasional black mood where its best to let him work it out himself, they usually don't last long. He is loyal and trustworthy, valuing friendship very much. Extreme curiosity!
Family: [Optional, you can put deceased, unknown, or none(Only for sister or brother) ]
Father - Deceased
Mother - Deceased
Brother - Deceased
Sister -Unknown
History: [ NO SOB STORIES no one likes them. :'/ ] Cobra was raised asa police dog for use in bringing down criminals before the disease struck. His owner was unaffected at first then contracted it while helping the police dept. with a cleanup job. Cobra was released oto the streets before the peopl who killed his owner could do the same to him. He hung around for a day, accepted it and left without looking back. Has been on the streets for a year and a half, and has done rather well. Has explored some of the lands, but not all.

Other: [[ Please post a theme song here is your character does have one, it is pereferred. ]]

Role Play Sample: [REQUIRED]
Is this good enough? You can look at my other Posts through Agrarian, Quakeland, and A New Time Upon Us, & Rivers Academy
"":Vharin:
He softly pushed the pup away and off of his belly. He found with amusement many patches of his belly fur were wet and mangled. As well as his large red ears. "Enough." He laughed, a smile tugging up the corners to show strong yellowed teeth of a wolf's grin. He stood up and shook his fur out, stretching his legs back feeling the muscles loosen up. Vharin glanced at Flisk before looking around and noticing that his..hmm was she his love now? Or was that too soon, too early to use such a term? He squinted trying to pinpoint a proper term. As he did so Ivada leaped at his legs nipping with sharp little puppy teeth. They closed around his back leg, just enough for the needle sharp teeth to make flinch and whisk his head around at the pup and growled. "Ivada! I said enough! Now look what you have done." He held up his leg, not needing to look to know Ivada had broken the thin skin there, and caused a bead of blood to form, he could feel the warm liquid begin to run in a tiny rivlet down his leg. It wasn't easy to see because of his red fur though.

He stared at the pup gaze stern and scolding. He relaxed as the pup rolled on her belly and crawled to him. She reached up her delicate muzzle and licked him earnestly with a small warm pink tongue at his jaws and chin. "I'm sorry, V-V-Vharin." Came the pup's soft voice. Vharin relaxed and looked down at the pup. "Alright play with Flisk now please and listen to her!" He walked away noticing Slate and another wolf by a den. He decided to check up on them. His thoughts going back to Apala and his issue with what he should call her and whether or not to follow her as he could detect her scent just beyond the camp perimeter.

:Ivada:
She leaped with gusto at his outstretched leg, closing her jaws over the leg imagining that it was the leg of a derr finally caught in her paws. Forgeting herself she bit down harder in her excitement and imagination. Vharin's swift scolding caught her off gaurd and scared her, making her naturally cringe and adopt the submissive posturing, lying on her back in the dirt with her muzzle pointed at him, reaching out her tongue to lick him also making him revert to relaxing. "I'm sorry V-V-Vharin" She had said and he walked away right after. She thought she could see him still tense as she watched him upside down through her blue eyes. But what did she know for certain? She was still learning the wolf lingo. Anyways he had said this Flisk would play with her now,. Her gaze flicked to the red female in front of her and asked quietly."Will you play with me?"

:Melector:
Using his stride eating lope he arrived to the beach ((is it a beach? or a pond???)) soon enough but remained within the timber line, lettting their clusters and tall shadows hide him as well as his scent, for their evergreen leaves had a heavy scent, nearly completely masking his own. 'How convinient,' he thought happily. He peered out between the branches expectantly, knowing that two wolves were here, but unfortunately not if they were pack or loner wolves, for just as the timber and pine masked his own smell from the other's noses, it blocked his own from effectively knowing theirs. He gave a mental shrug as he padded a bit further into some low brush and looking out, his gaze met with the image of two wolves laying there, half in and half out of the water. Their fur was wet and shiny, he could tell of course, only obvious, but he didn't notice any pawprints on the sand around them, which meant they must come from the cliff side. But that meant they jumped in from its heights! He switched his gaze to the cliff, good lord they were silly crazy things! They could just as easily come this way, with much less effort. Melector swung his gaze back to the wolves and watched, debating with himself if he should make an entrance. He flicked his large ears irritably, deciding to bide his time for just a bit longer. Perhaps he could glean some information from them! His eyes blazed wth the thought, and he settled himself to watch and wait. ""

[SilverLining]

Username: SilverLining
Name: Cila
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years
Birthdate: August 26
Breed: unknown mix
Purebred: no
Feral?: nope her master is a boy of about 14, his name is Skyler, not that Cila really knows that XD
Scars: a thin but long gash running along her left shoulder, it isn’t all that visible, a short scar on the back of her right folded ear, and on the underside of her right back leg she has teeth marks from a dog fight.
Accessories: The collar in the picture and occasionally a battered pink bandanna.
Picture/description:
Personality: Still rather young Cila is easily excitable, distracted, and very gullible. She is a fierce fighter, and though it takes longer to get her involved in one she enjoys them, or at least the adrenaline rush. She is also rather clever, able to knock down human bins for an extra snack, she can even open certain latches on gates or boxes. Cila is observant and follows a human around until she finds where it hides its food. She gets jealous easily and jumps into things without thinking, leading her into trouble. She is absent-minded, and over protective and defensive. She doesn’t really trust feral dogs though they fascinate her. She isn't a fast runner, is rather lazy, and will generally ignore you if she doesn’t want to listen, so she is pretty childish. Also she is extremely easy to scare, especially by loud noises and that she isn't brave unless it involves defending a human or showing off; she prefers flee to fight. Cila is petrified by water and is superstitious.
Family:
Father - #37- A vicious mutt used for dog fights, winning every match.
Mother - Tulip- a worker dog, possibly part border collie
Brother - ran away
Sister - Killed in her first dog fight.

History: Cila was born only because the humans had decided it would be a good idea to breed the top fighting dog with the top working dog, giving them a multi-purpose litter. her father, #37, belonged to a man who's only focus was to make money in the dog fights. He named 37 that because he was the 37th dog that he entered in the fights. Tulip was one of the top workers- she was always done first and willing to do more. By breeding those two the human pack figured that it would give them at least one smart dog that could serve as a guard dog. Once the litter became old enough to handle work and the fights Cila and her siblings were put through a series of tests to determine if the experiment was a success. It seemed to be going smoothly, the litter turned out to be obedient workers, that was until the first fight, anyways. Cila's sister was killed in less than a minute in the ring. Cila's brother managed to beat his opponent only to run away with a feral pack later. Cila also won her fight, just barely. She stuck around and was given as a birthday present to the nephew of 37's owner, Skyler. Currently Cila works as a guard dog mainly when the human pack is on the move; she protects the stragglers. However, when the human pack is not on the move Cila does whatever she is needed to do, like dog fights, work, though she can’t hunt for the life of her, as she is to slow and clumsy.

Other: nope, not really

Role Play Sample: A long, low whistle rang out in the still early morning air. Cila's head shot up, her ears perked. There it was again! She knew what this meant, the human pack was on the move again. Nuzzling Skyler's hand she barked once and the boy woke. Satisfied, Cila raced to the source of the whistle, a tall man with fur on the lower part of his face. Nodding he removed the pink bandanna tied securely around her neck. Without the bright bandanna the humans would know she was on duty. She and some other of the pack dogs trotted through the camp barking and howling to get the human pack moving. Hunger gnawed at her belly and many humans shouted at her but once they were moving Cila dropped back by the elderly and children; the stragglers. Her boy was there too, he oversaw the procession to make sure the dogs did their job.
The day was uneventful and Cila and the others were getting reprimanded every now and then for trotting to far ahead or wandering off. Cila herself was nosing a pile of garbage when she heard a soft squeal. Whirling around she dashed to the source of the sound. There! another female mutt about her size was circling around a human child, the little boy's fear scent wafting over her like waves. Without even think Cila launched herself at the feral dog, aiming for her throat with teeth bared.

EDIT: Oh no! I’m sorry, I didn’t want her to seem Mary-Sue-ish. I hope that’s better but what do you mean by advantage/skill points?

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Username: SilverLining
Name: Cila
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years
Birthdate: August 26
Breed: unknown mix
Purebred: no
Feral?: nope her master is a boy of about 14, his name is Skyler, not that Cila really knows that XD
Scars: a thin but long gash running along her left shoulder, it isn’t all that visible, a short scar on the back of her right folded ear, and on the underside of her right back leg she has teeth marks from a dog fight.
Accessories: The collar in the picture and occasionally a battered pink bandanna.
Picture/description:
Personality: Still rather young Cila likes to learn all she can about hunting, fighting, anything. She is a fierce fighter, and though it takes longer to get her involved in one she fights longer and harder than others. She is also rather clever, able to knock down human bins for an extra snack, she can even open certain latches on gates or boxes. Cila has a sharp tongue and is witty, able to come back with a cutting remark about another dog. Cila is observant and actually has a few tricks up her sleeve to find out information about human food hiding places or another dog. She has a calm exterior and is able to shake off many insults. However, she can be absent-minded, and over protective and defensive. She doesn’t really trust feral dogs though they fascinate her.
Family:
Father - #37- A vicious mutt used for dog fights, winning every match.
Mother - Tulip- a worker dog, possibly part border collie
Brother - ran away
Sister - Killed in her first dog fight.

History: Cila was born only because the humans had decided it would be a good idea to breed the top fighting dog with the top working dog, giving them a multi-purpose litter. her father, #37, belonged to a man who's only focus was to make money in the dog fights. He named 37 that because he was the 37th dog that he entered in the fights. Tulip was one of the top workers- she was always done first and willing to do more. By breeding those two the human pack figured that it would give them at least one smart dog that could serve as a guard dog. Once the litter became old enough to handle work and the fights Cila and her siblings were put through a series of tests to determine if the experiment was a success. It seemed to be going smoothly, all of the litter proved to be excellent and obedient workers, that was until the first fight, anyways. Cila's sister was killed in less than a minute in the ring. Cila's brother managed to beat his opponent only to run away with a feral pack later. Cila also won her fight, just barely. She stuck around and was given as a birthday present to the nephew of 37's owner, Skyler. Currently Cila works as a guard dog mainly when the human pack is on the move; she protects the stragglers. However, when the human pack is not on the move Cila does whatever she is needed to do, like dog fights, work, even an occasional hunt, though she isn't all that skilled.

Other: nope, not really

Role Play Sample: A long, low whistle rang out in the still early morning air. Cila's head shot up, her ears perked. There it was again! She knew what this meant, the human pack was on the move again. Nuzzling Skyler's hand she barked once and the boy woke. Satisfied, Cila raced to the source of the whistle, a tall man with fur on the lower part of his face. Nodding he removed the pink bandanna tied securely around her neck. Without the bright bandanna the humans would know she was on duty. She and some other of the pack dogs trotted through the camp barking and howling to get the human pack moving. Hunger gnawed at her belly and many humans shouted at her but once they were moving Cila dropped back by the elderly and children; the stragglers. Her boy was there too, he oversaw the procession to make sure the dogs did their job.
The day was uneventful and Cila and the others were getting reprimanded every now and then for trotting to far ahead or wandering off. Cila herself was nosing a pile of garbage when she heard a soft squeal. Whirling around she dashed to the source of the sound. There! another female mutt about her size was circling around a human child, the little boy's fear scent wafting over her like waves. Without even think Cila launched herself at the feral dog, aiming for her throat with teeth bared.

[She seems a bit Mary-Sue-ish. Could you add another, bigger weakness and decrease the advantage points/skills a bit?]

[Gabrielle Renee]

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[Larynx]

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