The Plague {Dogs W/Powers Rp} NEW + OPEN

[Darqua]

Riley | Dutch Shepherd | 4 | Male | Stage 4 | Mentions: Messiah, Acer

Riley blinked slowly. “A...bowl? Must be a pet thing, right?” He wasn’t quite familiar with the phrase, but had seen them often enough. Silver dishes, filled with water. He’d occasionally find them outside shops or houses. Finding one would certainly be useful. “Alright Iah, you stay here and make sure he don’t die. I’ll see what I can find.” This was an island, after all. All kinds of treasure would wash up here. All Riley had to do was find it. His legs took long strides, as he swiftly made his way out of the forest and towards the ruins of buildings. Rubble scattered the ground here, and bend metal bars jutted from the worn concrete. There would have to be something here. A sick pup was counting on him. And Riley wouldn’t be leaving empty handed. Something blue caught his eye, and he dragged a plastic blue dish deep from within the soil. It was cracked slightly, and chipped, but still eligible for use. Now, he just needed water. But finding a source would not be a struggle. After all, he knew this island like the back of his paw. A stream flowed a few minutes away, and Riley used the bowl to scoop up a good amount of water. It felt strange to do this. Unnatural, even. But all that mattered was that he had what he needed. Now, to get back to Acer and Messiah.

[Sadies]

✛ Traitor | Malinois | STAGE 3 | Tagged; Skye
Traitor took note of the dog not answering his questions directly but he didn't press the matter. Everyone had secrets they wanted to keep, he would respect that. He listened to what she had to say, and was pretty supersized by her bringing up dogs developing abilities/powers. "That sounds like crazy talk from a dog that has drank too much salt water or has come down with rabies." he scoffed. "Some dogs say the craziest things" he added. He turned around and looked back in the direction he came from.
"If you haven't done by now, you should find yourself a shelter in-case the rain gets heavier. If you get to wet, you will risk getting cold and lowering your immune system. Which means you will get sick again. If you get sick, you won't be able to hunt. If you can't hunt, your going to die." Traitors words were very blunt all of a sudden, sounding a little like he was lecturing her and undermining her intelligentsia. But it wasn't the case; he may come across like he didn't care, but Traitor wasn't a bad dog, and trying to give her advice was his way of trying to help her out in some way.

❀ Dahrya | Borzoi | STAGE 4 | Healing | Tagged; Open
Dahrya made her way through the trees and began to walk just inside, following the shores to her destination. She was quick to notice that there was a number of new scents lingering in the ocean air. It seemed that the island had gained even more islanders. She lowered her head slightly and started to pick up her speed ever so slightly. She didn't want to cross paths with another dog while carrying food, she barely had enough food to keep herself going and didn't want to loose it to some scavenger too lazy to hunt for themself. She wasn't against sharing, she didn't mind on her own terms, but she had seen many dogs have their lunches stolen by bullies.

[Fortune's Fool]

Messiah | Male Shiba Inu | Stage 4 | Emotional Empathy | ~Acer, Riley

Messiah certainly hadn't been expecting Riley to decide to find the bowl himself, but he was pleasantly surprised by that fact. As the other canine set off he set himself down just in front of the entrance to the hollow, close enough that he'd be able to be seen by Acer should he wake up at any point. It wasn't until he had that what Riley had said actually registered. Had he been a stray then? Must have been if he hadn't actually known the word bowl itself. He made a thoughtful noise, pulling his legs under his body more as he lifted his head to keep an eye out for other dogs. Many, especially the newer arrivals, tended to wander almost aimlessly. Something he could also claim to have done before deciding to stay in this area.

[she's-sato]

acer ‣ male ‣ 3 months ‣
german shepherd ‣heteroexual ‣ tagged; messiah, riley
type 1 ‣ telekinesis ‣ playful, adventurous, immature

‣ acer groaned and stirred lightly in his sleep. his gentle stirs eventually turned into kicks and twitches, as he whimpered loudly in his sleep. acer was clearly dreaming, mostly about typical puppy stuff. at first, he dreamed about playing frisbee with his boy, acer loved doing that. then his dream suddenly shifted to him fighting a giant cat. acer didn't like cats, the neighborhood cat that used to wander into his yard would always hiss at him. the cat hit him, sending him flying slowly in the air as he spun, the gravity in his dream feeling weird to acer. when acer landed, he stared at the cat and for some reason it floated off into the sky and disappeared. once acer defeated the cat, his whimpers in the real world calmed and he twitched much less.

[Darqua]

Riley | Dutch Shepherd | 4 | Male | Stage 4 | Mentions: Messiah, Acer

It was just moments later that he returned, the bowl carefully balanced between his jaws. As he entered the small den where he assumed Messiah and Acer remained, he padded deep into the hollow, until he shiba stood in front of him. Head head lowered as he placed the dish against the soft ground. “You were right. I found one by those old buildings back there. Reckon he’ll be strong enough to drink?” Riley sniffed the sleeping bundle, gently nudging him with his nose. Rest was important for him, but staying hydrated was crucial.

Skye | Border Collie | 2 | Female | Stage 3 | Mentions: Traitor

Traitor’s words sounded harsh. But Skye knew better than to ignore this vital information. What he was saying was true. This dog knew how to speak sense. Finding shelter would likely be an issue. Dogs colonised this island. The best dens would have already been claimed by previous settlers. That would probably leave a few stray spots she could make do with. His disbelief in this ability business was something she noticed instantly. He was probably right. Powers? What an absurd idea. But...there still had to be a reason for all this. No. Dwelling on something for so long was pointless. For now, Skye just wanted to focus on surviving. “I’d better get to finding one then. I’ll be honest, it’s been nice talking to you...” she paused, it dawning on her she did not know his name. “Er, I’m Skye. I never did introduce myself.”

[she's-sato]

acer ‣ male ‣ 3 months ‣
german shepherd ‣heteroexual ‣ tagged; riley, messiah
type 1 ‣ telekinesis ‣ playful, adventurous, immature

‣ acer woke up from riley's touch, feeling a bit more refreshed but he was still very weak. his brown eyes fluttered open as he lifted his head to see riley had returned with a bowl of water. his tail thumped as he rushed to his paws, becoming dizzy from moving too fast. he took a few steps towards the bowl before sitting down to rest his weak legs. he lowed his head and he lapped up the water. the water hurt his sick throat as it went down, so the pup visibly cringed and he turned his head away from the water in protest.

[Fortune's Fool]

Messiah | Male Shiba Inu | Stage 4 | Emotional Empathy | ~Acer, Riley

He'd nuzzled the pup lightly when his dream clearly started to take a turn for the worse, not hard enough to risk waking him up but just enough to assure him that someone was still there. By the time Riley had returned he was back to his silent vigil though, and he raised his head as the other dog came into view. "... I hope so," he answered after a second, "even if it's just a small amount, that's better than nothing." He didn't speak again immediately. "Thank you. I don't know how I would have gotten him anywhere close to here on my own, and leaving him alone in this state..."
He trailed off as Acer woke, watching with a slightly trouble expression as he tried to drink the water. Messiah stood and moved closer to him to lick the top of his head once more. "I know it's hard, and that it hurts," he murmured comfortingly, "but it will help I promise."

[she's-sato]

acer ‣ male ‣ 3 months ‣
german shepherd ‣ heteroexual ‣ tagged; riley, messiah
type 1 ‣ telekinesis ‣ playful, adventurous, immature

‣ acer grumbled, messiah always had some effect on the pup that would always reassure him. he lowered his head and he took a few more laps of the water. his sick tongue made the water taste odd, which didn't help. his lips curled in repulsiveness as he drank. "do i have to drink all of it?" he groaned, lowering his ears. "it feels weird, i'm not even thirsty." though acer didn't feel thirsty, it has been some time since he drank anything. his fever caused him to lose his appetite and not feel thirsty, despite the fact he very much needed food and water.

[Darqua]

Riley | Dutch Shepherd | 4 | Male | Stage 4 | Mentions: Messiah, Acer

Riley stood close behind Messiah, and watched with concerned eyes as the pup struggled to drink. That was expected. Riley had experienced the same problem. But he’d suffered through it, knowing how important it was to drink water. “I know it hurts, but trust me. It will help you. Your body is fighting this with everything it has. Give it a helping hand.” He didn’t know if Acer understood, but he did have to drink. Even if it was painful.

[Fortune's Fool]

Messiah | Male Shiba Inu | Stage 4 | Emotional Empathy | ~Acer, Riley

"Not all of it," Messiah relented after a second, "but you still need to drink a bit more, alright?" He said, voice soft but firm. Too much, he was sure, would likely make the pup even more miserable. It was better to get at little in him that he kept down than more that ended up coming back up a little later. That was definitely important, he remembered how hard his master had worked to make sure he at least drank a little. The fact that he'd made it through this part to be here now was good enough to assure him that he needed to make sure Acer had water now too.