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[Citael]

Username: Citael
Name: Eris
Nickname: "You can call me Eris or Erry. I am fine with either. Also, a nickname that some call me is 'Banshee', because of my loud, high pitched bark. A bit embarrassing, if you ask me."
Age: "I happen to be a two year old."
Breed: "Seventy-five percent Australian Shepherd and twenty-five percent golden retriever."
Gender: "Female, if you haven't noticed."
Tribe: Hybrid
Rank Desired: Shaman apprentice? If not, Scout.
Rank:
Theme Song: Magic - BoB
Personality: A true Golden Retriever and Australian Shepherd, Eris is talkative and loyal. She tends to be as kind and gentle as possible, always there to help others or comfort her pack. She tries to be as helpful as possible, but that isn't always good. She can be terribly nosy and rash, jumping to conclusions or launching herself into fights far to fast. She also has knowledge of healing, and would much rather be a healer then a fighter.
Appearance: A bit on the small side, but quite fast and good at fitting into small spaces.
Crush: "......*blush*"
Mate: ".....NO."
Pups: ".....O.O..... NO."
Kin: "I was separated from my parents and siblings when I was young, by humans."

Looks:
Username: Citael
Name: Anarchy
Nickname: "..... No. Call me Anarchy or bleed."
Age: "Three years old."
Breed: "Pure bred Great Dane."
Gender: "Brute, obviously."
Tribe: Iron.
Rank Desired: General (Since it says generals) if not, Warrior.
Rank:
Theme Song: Let the Bodies hit the Floor - Drowning Pool
Personality: Cold and bad tempered, Anarchy often seems emotionless. He ignores most or gives glares, and speaks very few words. His words are often sharp tongued, sending insults to those around him. Anarchy is strict and intelligent, the calculating type. Some would call him a tyrant due to his cruel and cold ways, but truly, he isn't all bad. He has his phases where is surprisingly protective and kind, but most of the time, sharp tongued, cold, and easily angered.
Appearance: Large, of course, due to his breed. Taller then every dog in his pack due to being a Great Dane, and even stronger. He isn't as fast as most, but often stronger.
Crush: ".... *snorts*"
Mate: "Don't have one, don't need one."
Pups: "None."
Kin: "All died, duh."

[buttercat,]

((Thanks! Could Kriisskross be the commander, or does that rank need to be earned? And where should I start?))

[R0be0]

{Accepted. =D And I ranked him as a general, as generals are the only ones even considered to be commander. If he proves himself then he will become commander.}

[R0be0]

Ribbs had a watchful eye set out on a turkey leg, a turkey leg that he just couldn't quite reach. It was almost taunting him, hanging above his head, almost falling down on his small little body. "C'mon!" He barked, hoping some how the leg would fall. It was hanging out of a dumpster, you see, and considering he was so small, it was almost impossible for him to be able to reach it. He frowned. "C'mon turkey leg, you know you want me, and you I know that I want to eat you. Which was your purpose in uh - death." Yes, he had already noticed he was talking to himself, though that was what he didn't care about. Ribbs was one dog that you could say or do anything to, and he wouldn't react, well something like this. If you happened to pick a fight with the small guy though, you would be in for a big punch! His bite was a lot bigger then his bark. That was why he had almost been recruited by some stupid tride called Iron, though when they found out his breed they refused. That's good. Those lizard-guts turn on their own kind in combat. He'd heard of the tales of endless war between the two tribes.

{I made a new character, so I decided to post him. =3}

[buttercat,]

((Awesome, thanks! This will be my first time not playing Kriisskross as the demonic voice inside Kane's head...))

Kane lay on his side near his alleyway between the diner and the fabrics store. The humans had built him a small den out of cardboard, scraps of wood and some fabric. He had become a favorite with the employees. Kane couldn't say he liked them back, but they had built him a make-shift home and gave him scraps of food to eat. The bowl lay beside him, half-filled with some type of kibble. He never really liked what they fed him, but he ate it anyways.

What was he becoming? A house-pet? I seemed like it. . . But he had everything he could ever want right here. He wasn't sure what to do now. He had planned on leaving before, but had never gotten far. He was letting himself go. He was becoming a House-pet.

-♦-

'Silence is key...'

The lithe form was close to the ground, his belly touching the earth. A hare sat chewing grass not ten yards away. The dog moved closer, closer. . . and closer still. When he was in range, he shot up and lunged, missing the hair by a fraction of an inch. He shot off after it like a bullet. when he caught up with it, he broke it's spine swiftly.

"That's more like it...." Kriisskross smiled. He picked up the hare and tortted back, head and tail high. The male looked for DeSodo.

-♦-

[R0be0]

{I had a post ready but my bro turned off my laptop. /:}

[R0be0]

DeSodo hadn't moved, at leatst not really, he was still standing on the dumpster, over the Iron camp. Suddenly the smell of hare and blood rolled into his nose. Blood, and a hare? Normally you didn't find any hares around here. Only usually rats and shrews and whatnot. DeSodo flicked his ears and decided to go anf claim the hare for himself. He would make sure that if it was some stupid Hybrid or loner then they would pay. If it was one of his own then he would just take the hare. He walked towards the smell and soon saw one of his general's Kriisskross with the hare and then he walked over the other male, towering over him. Narrowing his eyes, "Kriisskross! The hare!" He snorted.

[Kat.]

{Hi! Where should I jump in? Anywhere? Well, i should start small since i am leaving in about an hour, but hopefully i can use my phone if it isnt dead xD}

[buttercat,]

"That's why I'm looking for you, DeSodo." Kriisskross said, flinging the hare to his leader. "Found it near the edge of town. Must have wandered in." He replied, lashing his tail impatiently.

((writier's block, sorry >.<

I've got Ai or Haru open, Rakkiel))

[Citael]

Eris
An angel with paws that danced a waltz throughout the night and day, a playful grin upon the angel's ebony kissers that taunted anyone close by to join the angel in a dance. Of course, Eris wasn't anything like an angel. She was far from angelic. She had a plain pelt, no beautiful, gorgeous, flowing white furs that were always clean. No long flowing tail, just a simple, kinda short tail. No wings, a simple, plain ol' dog. Although, her eyes matched the color of an angel. Crystal blue, quite dazzling, almost to an ivory white. Eris's light blue eyes looked around the town, as she took quiet steps along the concrete road. She was apart of a pack now, called Hybrid. It was plesant at the moment, but she still didn't know many of the members. As a human came by, Eris ran into an alleyway, silent and quiet, and once the person passed, Eris ran towards the scent of Titan, the alpha. Eris soon spotted Titan and a female she had once seen, Aurora. Eris gave a playful smile, before she walked up to them. Her tail wagged as sat down. "Hello, Aurora and Titan!" Eris gave a cheerful bark, her light blue eyes sparkling.

Anarchy
The hulking figure, true titan from Greece, the long powerful legs, the ivory teeth made for ripping and tearing, breaking bones between his long fangs. Dark brown eyes of the devil that watch every step and move you make with laziness in his pupils, wanting you to entertain him before he grants you death. A devil at heart, Anarchy. A boy of boiling blood, that constantly hungers for other blood, blood of the same species. Today, the devil was sitting calmly in a dark alley way, lounging with silence. Some would think the dog was dead, due to how still and silent he was. The only moving part of his body was his side, rising up and down slowly. Soon, a quite stupid rat came by to check it out. Still breathing slowly, Anarchy inhaled the rats scent silently. No diseases, young. Anarchy opened one of his eyes, observing the rat as it sniffed him cautiously. Large. Fat. Female. Pregnant. Quick as a rattlesnake, the great dane's fangs darted at the rat. The rat, unknowing of the danger, turned, and saw the fangs coming at it's back. It attempted to move, but soon, Anarchy had it in a death grip, slowly biting into the female rat as it squealed for mercy. Soon, it was over. Anarchy rose from the ground, to his full height. A tall and big boy, bigger then the alpha, but of course, he would never use his size to an advantage... maybe. Holding the rat in his jaws, the male then went searching for the leader, DeSodo. Soon, Anarchy found the alpha, and trotting up to him, as if he was strolling in a pleasant park. Anarchy wasn't scared of DeSodo, although, he did respect him. Dropping the large rat at the alpha's paws, Anarchy simply said in his rumbling deep voice, "Here." With a slight bow, Anarchy backed up, and sat down calmly, licking his maw clean of any blood from the catch.