|It's a Dog Eat Dog World Out Here|Semi-Lit+ Stray RP|Open|

[LoneWolf-Gage]

Prince nodded but said nothing. He studied Vincent for a moment before he looked at Stray and tilted his head slightly. He seemed to be waiting for a response. Stray nodded and just as quick Prince was out the door again. Stray shook his head slightly with a slight chuckle. He turned his attention back to Vincent "Well. I suppose I just got tired of my job but couldn't see leaving him there to take my place and become a killer." Stray said simply. "I was an Elite fight dog for about five years or so. They had just brought Prince in when I was planing to leave. So I took him with me. He is as strong as any dog in the ring. Only he has manors and respect where most young fighters do not." He told the male. "Even after we left that life we trained and kept ourselves sharp. If not we would have both been dead by now." He said with a slight grin. Stray's voice was rough and graveled. There was some white to his muzzle yet it wasn't really noticeable since the fur around his muzzle was naturally white. However his size and build made him look younger than he was at times.

Prince had found his way to a school. There were children outside eating their lunches. "Perfect." He said with a grin. He found a bandanna and laid it behind a bush. Prince let his ears droop and his tail hang low as he walked up to a group of kids. He whimpered and raised his paw. His bright blue eyes held a deep sorrow to them that pulled on the childcare's hearts. Several gave him sandwiches and hot dogs. Prince put it all in the bandanna and picked it up before heading back to the house where he had left Stray and Vincent.

[Synni]

Vincent

The hardship that is

life

Leads to a state that

is

Dark and above all

painful

The old male nodded as he listened intently to what Stray told him of his past with Prince. The dog fights. A cruel act of the human hand that proved their lust for blood and power. He believed it made the humans feel like they were better than anything else in this world. "Such a dark fate for some of our brothers and sisters... I've heard of these fights. I am thankful that my son has never known such a life, for his mother used to be a breeding dog for those fights. She escaped many years ago when I met her. Only to be taken away by the grey van." He said, his voice used to carry such emotion when he spoke of his former mate, but years without her had dulled his mind. Now he only felt the pain inside, masked by an emotionless face.
"Anyway, it is good to see you and Prince have escaped. I'm sure we wouldn't mind you staying her if you need a place to shelter yourselves." He said kindly in his distinctive deep, aged tone.

Ranger

Why should we feel

afraid?

Shall fear ever stop

me?

An easy answer,

never

Ranger ran along the alley ways back to his home that he shared with 'Belle and his father. It was midmorning by now, many humans crouded the streets as he shoved by them. Some tried to push him away, others were more simpathetic towards him, and others completely ignored his presence. He liked when humans ignored him, he'd grown to dislike them greatly. When he rounded the last corner, he trotted up the stone steps to the front door, which sung open when he pushed it lightly with his paws.
"'ey 'ops, I'm 'ack." He muttered through his teeth as he went and placed Annabelle's kill where his father usually slept for him to enjoy when he wanted too. He seemed to not even question Stray's presence. He instead went and sta by his father, dark brown eyes curiously resting on the older male. "Hey there. Th' name's Ranger." He said, recieving a look from his father telling him that wasn't the proper way to speak to a guest. To late now though, Ranger's tone often got him into trouble. Though Vincent and 'Belle were always there to bail him out.

[LoneWolf-Gage]

Prince walked back inside to find that there was now a younger dog there as well. He made himself stay calm when he saw that Stray was not riled. He refused to set the bandanna down though. Not with a younger dog near. He had seem young dogs snatch food away from elders and was not about to let it happen again. Prince's ears and tail were high. It was a natural reflex anymore. When anyone who might pose as a challenge or threat was near he had been taught to assert ones position and status before a fight did break out. Stray had taught Prince that when he was still a pup. It had helped him to avoid fights at times as well.

Stray watched the young male that had entered. He did not react hostile or make himself seem as though he was a threat. Stray had years of experience dealing with youngsters under his collar so this young male did not phase the old fight dog. Stray nodded in acknowledgment to the young male "I am called Stray." He told the youngster. When Stray spoke it often sounded as though he was from an older time that dogs of today did not understand. He often spoke proper and clearly where a lot of dogs in today's world did not.

[bearcups]

[[ This can't have died already? ouo ]]

[LoneWolf-Gage]

=naw. it will probably be slow over the summer though. a lot of roleplays are.=