The Time of Your Life ( Semi-Literate Dog RP ) Accepting!

[irecala]

ooc: It doesn't.

[Gene]

Sazarinka stared after Dajuan. She corrected herself: Day. She decided to keep an eye on him. He wouldn't be a terrible ally in a fight. Not a bad one to keep a tab on either - he was a good oppurtunity for socializing. She mentally kicked herself. She was having that odd need to talk with someone that was becoming increasingly common today. And as she sat watching Day, she noticed a dog on a large hill behind him. And that dog was familiar.
A burning urge erupted into flame inside of her and she leapt to her feet, already starting to run. Her paws hardly touched the ground as she sped across the sand. The dog saw her and, in panic, he took off in a sprint. He wound his way in and out of streets and alleys, Sazarinka always in pursuit. Lukyan led the way into an old apartment building. Up the stairs he went, higher and higher. When they were on the third floor, he turned abruptly into one of the rooms. He sped onto the balcony, poised to race down the fire escape. He never did because he had fallen through the floor. He fell to the next balcony one story below, only to find that the flooring there was cracking as well. He took a quick jump to avoid it, but only his front paws caught hold of solid ground. Below him was a two-story fall onto asphalt. He whined and scratched and kicked in an attempt to save himself, but to no avail.
Sazarinka's good side, which was becoming more prominent every minute, took hold of her body once more. As if in a daze, she raced down the stairs until she came to stand in front of him. "Please...please help, Sazi!" No one had called her that in over a year, and she took a step back in surprise. Then she remembered fully who he was and she growled at him. She came up to him.
Sazarinka nipped at his paws until he was forced to let go and he plummeted to the earth. Guilt submerged her and she lay down trying to avoid the dizziness. And she fell asleep, right there, in the middle of Akandian territory.

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OOC: Both of us posted our three fighting posts. Who wins?

[Homicidal Maniac:)]

OOC: I'm sorry, but I think Mocha wins. You both did great though.

[irecala]

Ooc: Why?

[Gene]

OOC: I agree with Homicidal Maniac (love your name, by the way ).
I just...I can't understand what you're saying. I can actually picture Raven attacking Tough and how she does it, but I can't understand your description...I don't have a good enough imagination, I guess. All of the "ands" make it hard to understand and I like lots of description. I also like how Mocha's trying to keep it a fair fight.Tough seems to find a way to wriggle out of everything and always come out with an attack that puts her on top. That doesn't always happen. Because the two dogs are the same size, are both healthy, etc., unless one of the dogs just made a horribly stupid move, that wouldn't happen.
And I don't want you to take it the wrong way, I just like how Mocha set it up better. I also don't want you to think that I'm judging it by the person who wrote it. Mainly, I'm judging it by how and what they wrote.

[Homicidal Maniac:)]

OOC: Sorry I didn't reply...I was trying to do something else, but I thank you 18-18, both for liking my name and that brief overview of what you think. I didn't want to appear biased to Mocha, because I think Tough is a cool character and has great potential, but Mocha is more descriptive and easier to understand. I'm sure you are an amazing writer and person, but my mind is a little slow and the more description the easier it is to see and reply. There will be other times for Tough to fight, so one loss shouldn't be such a big deal.

[Gene]

Lukyan lay on the asphalt in pain and shock. The pain that sent electrifying jolts throughout his entire body was never-ending. It was as if he was slipping into pure misery. Several times, he felt as if a large black mass were pressing on him and it took all of whatever strength he had left to keep it from crushing him. Sleep was always gnawing at his mind, but he knew that if he slept now, there would be no hope whatsoever for him. He would die if he gave into it.
He would probably die even if he didn't give into it. He was going into shock now. Some of the shock was mental and some was physical. How could Sazi just let him die? Rephrased into reality, how could she kill him? Didn't she feel a little bit of remorse? He could see her tail if he glanced upwards. It was hanging off the balcony, showing that she was sleeping near the edge. How could she possibly fall asleep when she knew she just killed someone? He understood that both of them were assassins, and they shouldn't feel guilt when they had eliminated someone, but he was someone she knew. Someone she had, at one point, loved.
He opened his eyes and looked up when he heard movement. She had stood up and he could hear her walking clumsily, perhaps even weakly, down the last two flights of stairs. He shut his eyes when she hobbled out of the door. If she saw he was alive and awake, he had a growing suspicion that she would have no problem with killing him right there. He had a small chance, and pretending that he was really dead might preserve that oppurtunity. Lukyan heard her breathing raggedly beside him. Was she sick? Was she hurt? For some reason, she was weak. She didn't have that jump in her step and general buoyancy that she usually had. She licked his ear gently and whispered. "Sorry...Luke. I should have forgiven you when you were still alive. I'm going to go out and make my life worth living." Sazarinka touched her nose to his and she stumbled off, towards the beach.

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OOC: Thank you both! I suppose I am descriptive, but I'm not sure if I give my characters personality as I write. xD

Sanity continued watching the fight, inspecting their moves and gaining their tactics. She was beginning to grow rather jealous of the two females. I wish I could fight like that, she thought with envy. She saw Sazi stumbling in the distance, towards the beach. Her ears perked in interest. What was she doing coming back from Akando Territory? The brown-red colored fea felt a low growl rumbling in the back of her throat. She rose to her paws and padded out of the bushes, her eyes serious. She walked over to Sazi and let out a huff. "Hey, Sazi." She decided to play it cool first, nice and calm. Then she would begin to ask questions and no, she didn't care whether she pressured her or not.

[Teacup-old]

Day watched in shock as he watched Sazi run off and make her way back about an hour later. He was now lieing down as the waves came and calmly stroked his back end. For what it was worth now-a-days, Dajuan was always loyal. He could she her paws just hitting the golden sand from the sun, "Are you okay? I still havn't learned your name." he tilted his head, his erect ears peircing the sky. The rising sun warmed the water from it's usual coldness appearing from the depths.
Day howled as something pinched his tail, quickly standing from the water as a red crab hung from his tail. He began to swish his tail, the grip only worsening. He snarled and moved his tail infront of the side of his body, grabbing the crab between his teeth. Still, the crab would not let go. He dropped it, "Stupid crab get off!" If others were to witness this they would think of it as quite a comical scene as he ran in circles trying to grab the crab being swung around still clamping his tail.