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[~Wolf Chick~]

-Emillio-
The large Doberman remained where he sat for a few minutes, just surveying the streets. He noticed some humans rushing with brief cases and others rushing with their offspring. He let out a small grunt, nothing really interesting going on. He was about to take a wander down town when he heard a small, high-pitched call from an unfamiliar dog. By the sound of their bark, it was clearly a female and a young one at that.
Emillio retreated back down his alley and turned the corner, his upright ears were twitching and so was his jet black nose. He stopped at the edge of the wall as he noticed a smaller figure a few feet away. He looked the dog up and down, yes it was dark but he could still make out that the female was some sort of cattle or shepherd dog.
The Doberman nodded his head, letting the female know that he wasn't going to attack aslong as he wasn't provoked. "Why is it you wish to pass through my territory? Can't you sense my scent? It's quite clearly marked." Emi tested the smaller female, his ears continuing to twitch, his golden eyes staring in to hers.

-Sookie-
The small female was wide awake when the sun came up and she was making her way down the road, heading against the traffic. She remembered to keep her eye out for the Ghost Gray Van, she had been alerted of the van a few times by several different dogs and she had seen it for her own eyes once or twice. She heard that dogs that got taken but the van where taken to the equivelant of canine hell.
Sookie gulped at the very thought and shook it from her mind. She returned her focus to the street and the people. She saw a few people around but none had anything interesting on them. She did come across a tall, large man with no fur on his head like other humans. He had several markings on his skin and he wore a sleeveless denim shirt. He had in his hand a large bread bun that smelt of bacon and tomatoes. She licked up her lips instantly and began to follow the male.
He walked down the opposite side of the road and she raced across, carefully dodging the traffic. She stopped just infront of him and gave him the look. She let out a small whimper and placed one paw against his leg. The man simpley shrugged her away and walked right past her. I guess I'll have to take it by force then, won't I? Sookie thought to herself and raced after him, stopping infront of the same man and letting out a high-pitched bark and revealing her sharp teeth. The man immediately stopped and waved his hand out infront of her, shouting and telling her to go away. She didn't understand anything he was saying except for one word-mutt. Now you've had it. Sookie thought and leapt up at him, snatching the bun from his hand and pushing him back with her paws.
As she ran back over the road, she heard him yelling all sorts of abuse but still only understanding the word mutt and mongrel. She stopped down an alley, knowing it wasn't owned by any other dog due to it's scent. She dropped the bun on the ground and quickly began to eat her breakfast.

[bearcups]

Annie.

Silence was disrupted by a deep voice, one that sounded as if it could only belong to a very large, very masculine male. Annie had never liked large male dogs, ever since one ran riot in the barn that she was born in she had held a very strong fear of them. Leaning back on her haunches, she tried to look bold as she answered the male, but her voice was failing her. "Them..." She tilted her head to look at the other end of the alleyway, knowing that the humans would still be there. Waiting. "I- I was hungry. I took their bread. I didn't think that they would chase me. I'm- I'm really sorry that I came in here. I knew you were here."

Annie looked at the Doberman and felt as though he was the size of a bull, and she a lamb. Her lanky legs got in her way as she stood up and she wobbled slightly, paws that were too big for her correcting her mistake. "I just didn't want to be beaten." Picking up the loaf of bread, she tore it in half and dropped both halves. "You can have half the bread if you'd like to." Then, finally, as though she was becoming desperate, she whined. "Please let me pass."

You see, for her, it was safer to face a large male than face a human with a club.

[bearcups]

Bump

[bearcups]

Bump ;u;

[LoneWolf-Gage]

After the two males had eaten their prize they began to walk the city once again. Neither seemed to mind the humans or other such annoyances. The kept an eye out for the gray van though. They knew that is was a one was ticket to h**l for them. They both had a wrap sheet with the pounds in other cities and knew this one would not be any different. The older male was sharp and alert while the younger male was a little distracted by the human children and a few female pets that were out with their humans. "Stay alert." The old male reminded the younger. The young male looked at him "I know Stray. It's not like I'm going to go chasing after a pet." he said with a sigh. Prince, The younger of the two, was in his prime and though he did like to be around children and do a little flirting he didn't let it get him to distracted from the world around him. He knew what could happen if he allowed himself to loose focus.

[Synni]

/Annabelle/

I have always been

alone

Darkness fills my heart

inside

Hope is all that can

save

My soul that carries

me...

A coat of rich amber and deep timber. Eyes as vast as the sky above. And paws that could belong to the largest of mastiff breeds. Hardly the build of any regular dog on the streets. But then again, Annabelle was no regular dog, she was rare. A breed that is reviered for it's strength and devotion. But the devotion she should feel towards other had all but disappeard completely. Devotion lost, emotion lost, but dignity still intact. She walked with pride, for she would not allow herself to lose respect for herself.
Now, on a bright summer morning, the sun that rose higher into the sky by the hour, bathed her coat in light, shimmering and gleaming like amber waves. Annabelle walked the backstreets, going nowhere in particular, just scowering the land close to her home that she shared with two other dogs. It's been about two years now. Yes, two years since she'd left her human masters and made the run for freedom. No regret. Now the streets were her home, the city her own, and the world at her paws. And with a morning like this, she was calm, her tail swayed with each step and her ears were up and alert. From behind her, there came loud laugh and the sound of claws scraping against cement ground.

/Ranger/

There is nothing like

life

Roaming my city

is

My one favorite

bliss.

Ranger, a young teenage with enough spunk and energy for ten retriever dogs. With a coat of black ebony and bright wheat colors. The teen came racing around the corner up to his adoptive sister, Annabelle and skidded to a stop by her side. "Hey 'Belle!" He said in his usual energetic tone. He smiled as she looked around the city, and both of them crossed into a dark alley when the sound and risk of cars grew to close for comfort.
Ranger knew every alley way in the city, a mental map in the back of his mind. Though using that map was like asking a human child to run five miles without stopping. He was still young, only a two years at the most, still just a pup. His tail was high and wagging as he walked with a spring in his step. His deep brown eyes were always glancing around for unfamiliar dogs or humans, and most of all, that all too familiar van that stole his mother. Ranger never knew his mother. Just after he'd grown enough to leave his mother's milk, she suddenly vanished. His father told him that the van took her away, that she would not be coming back. When he grew older, he came to know what that meant. Now 'Belle was the only mother figure he ever really had, but more of a sister in his eyes.

/Vincent/

I hated saying

goodbye

Sadly it was

my

Only choice. Fairwell

love...

An abandoned house in the middle of the city. An unusual sight. It should have been torn down, but the humans always said it would be of too much cost to them. It was left to rot into time. But it was now home to Vincent, Belle and Ranger. Vincent was no longer as young as he once was. Her was older, grey in the muzzle, ears and paws. He was thin, but not starving, and his hip bones pertruded slightly from under his fur. Never-the-less, he lived a good life. 'Belle and Ranger took care of him whenever he needed it the most, but he did all he could by himself. Age would get this old timer down, he would continue to help himself as long as he could.
Some say it was pride, others say spite, but he believed it was more the arrogence that comes with age. He still dwelled in the past, memories of his long lost beloved mate free flowing in his mind. Her beautiful sandy coat was what was most striking about her, and her crisp blue eyes were breathtaking. How he missed her... Now he lay alone in the abandoned house, curled up in a corner. The slow and steady rise and fall of his chest made it clear he was asleep, or at least in a deep rest. His mind would be free to travel to the past now, free to wish that his beloved would be there again to care for Ranger and to look lovingly to him every now and then...

[LoneWolf-Gage]

As the two males walked the city Prince stopped. He looked up at an old house that reminded him of one he and Stray had stayed in a few years back in the south. He tilted his head as he watched it for a moment before he started to walk towards the door. Stray saw the the white husky veer his cores "Now what are you doing?" The old dog asked with a slight irritation in his rough tone. He knew that there had been other dogs there by the sent and ever the atmosphere around the old house. Though it was the dim atmosphere that seemed to draw Stray towards the house. Something was not right. Against his better judgment he too walked towards the door. He knew that Prince would have went even if he did not. Prince glanced threw the dirt covered windows to see if anyone was inside while Stray ignored such formalities. He place one paw against the door and it opened with a eery creek. The older male payed the noise no mind as he stepped inside with light paws. The old male's claws did not even make a sound on the floors and he looked around. Prince walked in beside Stray but he was a bit more on edge. The house reminded him of where he had been kept by the humans who managed the dog fights.
Stray listened closely and heard faint breathing in a far corner of the house. He deep gold eyes studied every angle of the house before he went any farther in. After all they were already standing in the center of the front room.

[Synni]

Vincent

What is this? Some new

stranger?

Perhaps a foe or

friend?

Two of them, I must

be cautious...

Dreams. Empty dreams and wishes that would vanish in time. Unlike humans, dogs are not defencless in thier sleep, for they can still hear and smell. Vincent lifted his head slowly when he heard light paw steps. It was far to quiet for Ranger, and to light for 'Belle, someone else had found their home. He stood up, bones and muscles stiff, dust falling from his belly and legs. Maybe some stray had found his way into the house for shelter, or had followed his scent from outside.
He walked only a short distance to where he could see the main room, where stairs led to the second floor and a hallway led to what used to be a kitchen. He spied the two dogs then, two males by their scent. One was younger, just about Annabelle's age, the other seemed to be as old as him if not older. He'd never seen these two dogs before, but they didn't seem like a threat to him. Not at the moment at least.
"It's been awhile since anyone has found our home, but I don't supose I mind vistors. My name is Vincent, who are you?" He asked in a deep, aged voice. His eyes held no threat, not towards them or from them. His ears were set calmly forward, tail still, body at ease as he glanced between them.

[LoneWolf-Gage]

Prince's ears shot forward and his tail high when the old dog spoke. It was instinct for the young husky to brace himself to fight. "Enough." Stray said in a stern yet still calm voice. He looked at the dog who had spoke. He sensed no threat so he had not braced to fight "I do apologize for intruding." Stray's rough voice called back "My name is Stray and the young one is called Prince." He said though his deep gold eyes never broke contact with the other male once it had been made.
Prince had settled back down after Stray had spoke. He watched the male. Seeing that he was around Stray's age Prince lowered his head to apologize for his actions. He had been raised to respect his elders. Prince let his blue eyes fall to where the other male was. He knew he and Stray were about the same age, However Stray was in far better health. Prince assumed that it was due to how Stray had been raised and how they had lived since they had left the fights.

[Synni]

Vincent

Visitors always

welcome

In our small home, canine

brothers who

Have been raised to

respect eachother

Stray and Prince. Well, the younger one sure reminded him of Annabelle, quick to act and protect at the slightest sense of danger. The older one seemed to be the most calm of the two. He was certainly in better shape than Vincent, who hadn't had a decent meal in while thanks to the city's dwindling food findings. Annabelle and Ranger had been hunting from dawn to dusk for two days now with nothing more than small rats to kill.
At least they seemed to have respect, a quality some dogs never learned.
"Worry not young one. I remember making the same mistake a few times when I was your age." Vincent said as he took a few steps over to them. Confersations were carried out far better when you weren't across the room from eachother. "And no apology nessassary friend, I've seen many dogs find their way here for shelter from the human world, and I've shared my home with many of them as well. But I must say I haven't seen dogs like you two on the streets, what is your story?" He asked calmly, his tone calm and collected, one of expirience and age. His ears relaxed slightly as he sat down, tail laying at his side.

Annabelle and Ranger

My little brother

young

And full of spirit

innocent

To the hardship of

life

Annabelle trotted alongside Ranger who put his nose to the ground as they reached the farm fields on the outskirts of the city. "Smell anything? Vincent needs to eat." She said as she went to tracking any scent she could find that would signal prey. Ranger zig-zagged in a strange way as he followed a faint trail of a jackrabbit. "I got somethin', but it's old, might not be here anymore." He said quietly as he followed it to a burrow hole. He began to dig, making the burrow entrance wider in attempt to flush out his target. 'Belle looked up when she saw him, tilting her head. Strange pup. One usually would never usually try to dig their prey out. "I hear 'em 'Belle." He said as he stuck his nose into the dirt, sneezing when he accidently inhaled some. "Don't choke yourself." Annabelle said as she walked over to him, finding the escape hole that the jackrabbit had made incase of something hunting him. She walked over to it, standing over it so she wouldn't be seen.
Just when she heard Ranger bark and whine in anticipation, something shot from the burrow, and she leapt after it in a single jump that could've cleared a standard chain link fence. Her target's back was broken from the impact, killing the rabbit instantly. "Alright, take this back to Vincent. I'll keep tracking." She said, leaving her kill just as fast as she'd killed it, walking off into a dense corn field and disappearing.
Ranger picked up the rabbit between his teeth and began trotting back home. His father needed all the help with hunting her could get now. He was still a strong dog, but older now and stiff in the muscles.