Stray Pride (Stray Dog RP) Accepting Affiliates, not Members

[kirishima]

Username: Echoeh
Dog Name: Yume (you-may)
Age:17 months (a year and five months)
Gender: Male
Breed: Icelandic Sheepdog
Mate: None yet
Puppies: None yet
Appearance: (sorry, big picture.. o.o well, 'nuff description from there)
Personality: Yume is a decent-sized stray, but he likes to pretend he's bigger than he really is. He always speaks his mind and isn't afraid to get his claws dirty. Yume wants to show his potential and always stands up for the ones he cares about.
Other: Nothing really special...

(( Yes, I made another charrie. Because two is never enough for me. (x ))

[Yoshison]

(Adding Yume.)


Violent saw Thunder walk over to Jerome.

Max fell asleep.

[-QUITTING CS-]

Rocca growled at Violent. "Get home, now."

Lecter picks Jerome up and puts him on his back.

[kirishima]

(( Thanks. I was getting tired of just rp'ing girls.. :3 ))

Yume perked up, perched in a tree. Everything was still around him except for the flowing of the wind. He placed one paw forward and noticed a bird on the ground below him.

[Yoshison]

Violent growls back. "I'll have to follow you guys then," Violent said. "I am part of Jerome's pack, you know. If you don't like it, kiss my long tail!" Violent turned and shook his botton in the air and followed Jerome and Lecter.

[-QUITTING CS-]

Thunder growled, but followed his brother and his friend. He licked his lips, and his metal teeth shone brigth silver in the sunlight.

[Yoshison]

Violent noticed Thunder's metal teeth. He didn't say anything about them though. He just continued to follow Thunder, Lecter and Jerome, hoping to get back to the pack territory.

[moira]

Celeste decides to go outside. She notices a new dog, tan and white with a thick, curly pluming tail. She sits and watches.

[Yoshison]

Violent just jogged silently, being respectful to Jerome, who was probably trying to rest.

[kirishima]

Yume flicked his tail hastily as he watched the bird with warm eyes. "C'mon, c'mon.." he muttered under his breath. Giving a closer look, he made his conclusions about it. That gray colored coat gives it away. Dove. And by the looks of its dark eyes and ruffled wings, it must be tired... It's just taking a break. About to fly to its nest.