[ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 ! canine roleplay ; open ]

[MythicalTea]

Juliette
Papillon ♥ Female ♥ 2 Years ♥ Subordinate ♥ Link ♥ Tags: waiting for Boomer and Ollie

Although at first kind-of excited to be alone, Juliette was quick to realize that she really wasn't ready for the adventure that she had just been given. It was really hard to walk around covered in hardened mud, which she just HAD to roll in when she saw it. Now she realised how much she hated being alone. There wasn't a single familiar smell, apart from that squirrel or mouse she detected every so often. Her nose, the size of a large blackberry, couldn't pick out any dog or human smells.
Hoping to reach a stream where she could wash that mud off, Juliette started walking. However, a dog can't go really far when their legs are the size of small twigs and their long fur starts clinging to every bramble they comes across. Juliette had to admit it -she was lost, lonely, and daydreaming of expensive food and her owners' whinging.
Sitting down on a small log, Juliette was getting tired, thirsty and hungry. She started whining, crying, hoping that by some of that 'magic' that humans talk about somebody nice would come and take her home.

What hurt most was the realization how much she took her previous life for granted.

Juliette suddenly saw the glint of something in the corner of her eye. She followed it to just find a shiny bit of human litter.
Bones. She was hoping to find a stream or a puddle or something.
Since she was already standing up, the tiny showdog decided to carry on and hopefully get somewhere. She soon came across a stream. It was muddy and unclean, but she couldn't bear her thirst so she slowly sipped the water. She also walked into a shallow bit and washed off that dry mud, since even heavy, wet fur was better than a muddy pelt.
The nearby trees had a nice, cool shade. Tail drooping in sadness, Juliette lay down in the earth and started wondering, trying to ignore her rumbling stomach, sniffing what was left of her owners' beautiful smell on her pelt.

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Boomerang's crippling exhaustion eventually won over. Going on just wasn't going to be possible at this point. At least for now. He began to nod off, his eyes closing as his massive head ever so slowly drooped like a wilting flower. While he was aware that he was slipping into a dream, he didn't want to rest. He wanted to go home already. The old dog had now been wandering through that same forest for the entire day, not a single break or meal in between miles. If he wanted to continue his journey any farther he'd need some time to recoop his energy. Needless to say, he now despised that forest and everything about it. Boomer had never been much of a nature type of guy. If he ever found his way back home he'd be sure to never step paw in anything green ever again. Hell, if he got home he'd never leave that scrap yard period.

The scrap yard. The St Bernard's lips formed a small, longing smile. With his eyes closed he could visualize the place. It was a vast lot of dust, rust, and scraps piled as tall as a small house. There were so many different things there you'd never be able to count them all. Junked cars, old motorcycles, refrigerators and other appliances, even cruddy sculptures that not even the most greedy of collectors would want. It was always blazing hot in that damn yard. The metal conducted the suns heat like a sponge in water, and in turn it was enough to make even a snake sweat. For a big, furry dog like Boomer it was comparable to standing at the edge of a volcano. Joseph would often shave his thick coat to prevent him from overheating in the hotter months.
But he loved it nonetheless. While the place may seem unappealing, it was the very meaning of home. In that moment he missed it more than ever. He felt sorrow begin to rise in his chest. Boomer was a big guy, not the type you'd expect to be sensitive. But at times he really could be.

Bark!
The sound of a sharp bark jerked him out of his half-asleep state. Boomerang's deep brown eyes scanned the trees, haphazardly searching for the source of the sound. He remained still, groggy and confused. The sound had to have been another dog. But with his worsening eyesight, he couldn't locate whoever it was. The only things he could make out were the rough shapes of tree trunks and the vibrant green of leaves. Rather than eyesight, he relied on his nose and ears to get around.

"Come out where I can see ya'." His voice sounded unusually gruff, even to him. Fatigue really could do a number on a dog.

[mutt pup]

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➴ ➴ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ
male || welsh springer spaniel || subordinate || tagged - boomerang

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It took a lot out of Oliver to muster up the courage the courage to produce that bark, and know he’s starting to regret that decision.
He felt his back legs go limp as the gigantic dog lumbered to his feet, his eyes opening once again, but now they were full of hostility and courage.

He saw it look around him, as if he couldn’t spot Oliver at first, before demanding his presence be know.
Oliver felt his blood run cold, his heart thumping with horror, ready to use all it’s might to make an escape.
But he stood still, as if his legs were chained to the ground below him, but at the same time, he couldn’t stop trembling.
He stared for a moment longer at the brute in-front of him, and suddenly realized he was looking the wrong direction.

Oliver’s fear turned to confusion, tilting his head, Can he even see me?
Now that he observed him more, he wasn’t all that threatening after all.
His stance looked weak, as if his legs would give out at any moment, his strained look made Oliver see just how much strength he’s using to keep himself standing.
He looked exhausted, and last thing he wants right now is a fight.
Oliver’s eyes sparked, the fact that anyone found him the slightest bit intimidating amused him.

No more though, would he stay in the shadows casted by the canopy of leaves.
He couldn’t bare to leave this dog alone for one more second.
He stepped out into the light, his rusted fur shining in the sun, and his honey eyes relaxed and confident.
“Hey,” he woofed, waiting for the dog to turn around in his direction,“it’s okay, I’m not here to fight.”

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The St Bernard's ears swiveled like a satellite dish, picking up all the little noises of his surroundings. In the distance the calls of various birds could be heard along with the rushing of a stream somewhere far off. Though he had negative feelings towards the place he suddenly found himself in — accompanied by the strong instinct to leave immediately — he had to admit the sounds were quite relaxing. They were a natural melody of sorts, a perfect synchronization of the forest's various voices. It wasn't at all like the buzzing atmosphere of the city he called home. It was nice to have peace and quiet for once, but at the same time he longed to hear car horns and the chatter of busy humans, noises he was accustomed to. Here there was only whispering trees and...
The other dog. In his drowsy state he'd gotten lost in thought again. Once again he turned his attention to this stranger.

The dog had stepped forth into the light, sunshine bouncing off his light pelt like a sheet of gold. It was much easier to see him now. Boomer could make out the distinct shape of a medium-sized canine with tan and white fur. He seemed naturally lean and slim. Or at least, slimmer than his fridge-shaped body. Perhaps he was a Saluki or a Coonhound. He really couldn't tell.
After some thought, he decided to engage in conversation with this new guy.
"None of us are." Boomer replied. He had a deep, rough voice weathered with age. You could clearly tell he was approaching his golden years. Make no mistake, the St Bernard still had spunk left in his old body. He kept his head held high like a trophy and focused on the smaller dog's eyes as if challenging him. This wasn't the case however. He was simply squinting, attempting to sharpen his vision enough to examine his features.
"You lost too, kid?" His muscles strained to hold his body up as he stepped forward.

[mutt pup]

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➴ ➴ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ
male || welsh springer spaniel || subordinate || tagged - boomerang

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Oliver suppressed a smile, some of it out of awkwardness, and some of it out of amusement.
This dog reminded him of his master, if his master was a giant, slobbery dog.
Right down to the grumpy expression, and silver hairs peeking out of his dark fur like a Beagle's tail in dry, russet grass.
He noticed the dog getting lost in thought often, his eyes staring off into space, what was he thinking about?

He took the time to study the dog more closely, up close and personal, now.
Yup, he was definitely an old dog, silver tinting his darker points lightly.
Oliver didn't feel threatened anymore, the similarities between him and his old master seemed to someone sooth him.
It was an odd feeling, and Oliver couldn't quite pin point it out just yet.

And boy, was he snappy, too.
A quick temper, that's for sure, still had a fire burning inside him, Oliver enjoyed that.
The bulky dog towered over him, his eyes squinting observantly at the smaller dog.
Oliver realized he had snapped out of his day dreams, and quickly replied to his question.

"I was." he huffed, leaning in to sniff the other's fur, "It seems like you just got here."
"Were you taken away too? By your owner, I mean." he asked, tilting his head as he sat down in front of him.
"Me and a group of other dogs have that same story."

[zhelaniye]

ɴɪᴅᴀᴠᴇʟʟɪʀ male, 5 years, curly coated retriever, guard ★ tags: open, mentions: apollo, athena
`````nidavellir had taken the loss of his family hard. beyond his hierarchical attachment to the human female that had adopted him as a puppy and the human male that had since become her mate, the retriever had developed a retrospectively unwise, strong emotional bond with his masters. he had never felt to desolate and purposeless as when he woke up in the forest with nothing and no one. he had never felt so willing to give up. he was a survivalist by nature but more than anything he was a serviceman, a patron of equal parts warfare and obedience, a soldier in undeniable need of a commander. without his humans, nida didn't know how to behave. for hours the retriever wandered aimlessly, straddling the line between life and death with little care for which side he would eventually stumble over to, growing more and more lost, both physically and mentally, each minute. and then he found apollo and athena, and the pack that they had established, and although he was apprehensive at first, and indifferent and withdrawn, nidavellir quickly became just as attached to the dogs that had also shared his fate.
`````at the moment, the male sat rigidly with his spine straight and his muzzle angled downward, watching his friends, his new family, mill about tree-encircled clearing in front of him. his ears and eyes lifted at apollo's summoning call but his posture remained unchanged. he listened carefully to the dominant male's words, but seeing as they didn't require any action on his part he simply returned to his earlier preoccupation of watching his pack mates and trying to learn something substantial about each of them. he wasn't particularly perceptive in that regard, so the task was a challenge for him, but nidavellir was absolutely not the type to shy away from a challenge.

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briggs

male - omega - brittany - crush: nimue - tags: cadi

briggs sat in the clearing with the pheasant, waiting and wondering if anyone would approach him, when, as if someone was reading his thoughts, a pretty female, made her way over to him. briggs jumped up in excitement. "oh!" the brittany yelped with surprise and excitement. "um, yes! yes, i did! do you want some? i'm not too hungry right now. i was just bored, so i thought i'd go hunt." the young dog rambled, then suddenly stopped

he knew he was obnoxious, so he quit talking as soon as he realized it. maybe this dog would actually like him, if he'd learn how to just shut up. the female seemed ribby, so she must have been a stray. briggs was gladly willing to give her the bird, since she would need it much more than him. pushing the pheasant towards her, he smiled. "go ahead, you can have it!" the young dog prompted her. "i'm briggs. who're you?

he finally stopped and quiet as he finally really looked at her, her features. she had a pretty coat, but her eyes were what stood out to briggs the most. they seemed keen and vigorous, even though her coat and weight seemed less than desirable. 'maybe she will want to be my friend.' briggs thought to himself, sitting back down across from cadi.

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xxxxx 𝑨 𝑷 𝑶 𝑳 𝑳 𝑶
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male | six years | german shepherd | alpha |tags;; athena, joey, bentley

with a slow nod, he listened to athena's words. he did- proudly - fight for his rank yet athena seemed so strong willed, she'd be just as great of a leader if not even better than he. the male's attention wandered slowly from the fae to check over the pack. many were simply chatting with one another. some of the morning commotion was finally beginning to slow within the group. to apollo's demise caught a brief glance from the expecting mother and quickly turned to face the other way. from every mention he had heard of mother dogs throughout his lifetime, they were always deemed tough and very dedicated. although he hadn't ever met one, he trusted what other dogs said about them. how fierce and unpredictable they could be when feeling threatened.. apollo shuddered and lifted a heavy paw. he hoped to never catch himself in the wrath of a female protecting her pups. the brute glanced to his team-mate with slightly lowered ears, yet they perked high again once he caught the last part of her words. "sure. " apollo barked out in response. he was glad that athena decided to gather the mother dog's opinion. no matter how joey might have viewed them, the shepherd understood that pride was worth risking in order to keep safety as their first priority...even if that'd be difficult for him at times. the brute set his frame in place while he stood, making sure that he was presented properly when approaching the pack. if he was an alpha then he needed to appear like one. apollo set towards the group of dogs with athena by his side. he slowed his pace once he neared joey and bentley. he gave each of them time to finish their discussion before he spoke up. apollo nodded kindly to the both of them once they were done, then finally his voice would rise. "could we speak with you, joey?" the shepherd asked, hoping they wouldn't mind him barging in. bentley could join them as well. apollo valued the retriever's opinion just as much as athena's. he wagged his tail behind him while waiting for them to respond.

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xxxxx 𝑵 𝑰 𝑴 𝑼 𝑬
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female | two years | border collie | subordinate | tags;; dante

her optimism- which once seemed everlasting- seemed to be wearing thin when the fae found herself faced with a challenge. this entire situation was out of her comfort zone- which she didn't like to stray from. new dogs, loud noises, no friendly faces to comfort her, and no humans to pet her and groom her while she faced her fears. she was practically sick with this new anxiety. nimue had never had problems like this before, so it confused her greatly. her life was relatively easy as a farm dog. at least up until this point. the collie was pulled away from her thoughts when the sound of nearing paw-steps met her ears. her frame lowered quickly, her first assumptions being that it was the alpha ready to snap at her. her eyes wandered up.. further and further until they met with another dogs' eyes. nimue raised up carefully, her features loosening slowly upon hearing his kind words. she managed to give a meek smile in the brute's direction but still struggled to find her voice. his body language didn't seem aggressive to her. he just looked like a sweet dog trying to help her out. the collie cleared her throat as to push the butterflies away. she was easily brightening just with the sight of a dog that wasn't a threat. of course she could be naive at times but in these moments, she didn't care. all she wanted was a friend, just as he had offered. "oh...yes, thank you." the female woofed. she managed to ease into speaking towards the end of her scrambled sentence. nimue took a deep breath into her chest, then released it. the collie was brought away from the initial anxiety after speaking and realizing that she might have been making a friend here. "i just think i've been a little nervous here.. my name is nimue." the collie explained, finding some warmth entering her voice. just shy and unsure, that was all. she was naturally welcoming even though she found it difficult to show this ever since she arrived. she could only hope that her mind would let her calm down. at least she had someone to talk to now. big groups scared her the most but maybe just one dog would help.

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xxxxx 𝑪 𝑬 𝑫 𝑨 𝑹
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male | thirteen years | retriever mix | subordinate |tags;; vixen, joey [mentioned]

cedar caught the glare of a few dogs around him. anxious scents clung to these dogs like no other. they were more distant from the group but he knew they just needed a little bit of help. cedar had nothing against the strays here yet couldn't help but notice that they were the most withdrawn and short-tempered. adding to his thoughts, he greatly appreciated the alpha's offers but couldn't be sure that their actions were out of kindness rather than pride...apollo specifically. cedar still wouldn't push the leaders away so quickly, nor would he pay them respect. he'd find a middle ground for now. judgement was nothing but a devil on one's shoulder. he always gave his best effort not to judge anyone. he simply nodded in response to the fae. her offer was very sweet. cedar supposed this was the start of a great friendship between the two. the retriever wasn't full of energy like some but loved to offer help to others and was in no way stand-offish. he'd never pass up on an offer of companionship, especially from someone who seemed so pleasant as vixen did. everyone should have someone to turn towards in rough times. even in the short time they'd spoken, cedar could seen great potential in the small dog. she was young and had a full, fun life ahead of her. he didn't care one bit that she was an omega. he knew she'd be a great friend and pack member through this journey. he perked carefully at her last statement. it was a rather heavy question to ask. he didn't know the reason, if anyone here knew then they'd all have a weight lifted from them. although he beamed at her kindly before answering. "i'm not sure, although i wish i knew. i have my ideas but i doubt any are true. " cedar woofed lightly. he gave a quiet chuckle after his statement. he had thought so thoroughly for the reason they were all placed here but couldn't find a reason that made sense. his imagination had filled his mind somewhat to stop his wondering. the things he thought up most likely weren't true.

"anyhow, i'm excited for what's to come." he told her with a wagging tail. cedar was referring to going home for the most part. yet there were other things to be excited for. learning to work with this new pack was something to look forward to. new friends, new adventures, even puppies! cedar had always yearned for the company of puppies. they were soft and smelled as fresh as anything you could imagine. so sweet with their little pink noses and floppy ears. the old dog warmed as he set his focus onto joey from a distance. her belly was full of- who knew how many little bundles of joy there were? each pack member had taken note of the pregnant female and what she would bring to the pack. even though he loved the thought of pups he knew they could become little rascals as they grew. his mind turned to other things he looked forward to other than home. seeing new scenery would be great. although he remembered apollo mentioning the mountains. cedar just wanted the mountains to be kind to him. he wouldn't do well in the chilled weather and his muscles certainly wouldn't agree with all of the walking he'd have to do. "miss vixen, would you like to be a team during the journey? i'm getting slower with my age and don't want to risk being left behind."

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Boomerang cocked an eyebrow at the Spaniel's words, a contemptuous expression coming across his droopy face. "Just got here," was an understatement, his fur was matted and his paws raw, not exactly subtle signs of a hard journey. Not to mention the dullness in the old dog's eyes and the way he panted, almost wheezing, between words. Despite all this he remained standing, shifting his weight every so often to avoid straining his muscles further. In all his years he'd never been so completely and utterly drained. Even turning his head was an exercise. Though he hated to exaggerate, he felt as if his trek had aged him two or so years.

"No," he replied bluntly, his eyelids heavy. "My owner would never do this. Not in a million years. He needs me. I'm a guard dog, the only one he has."
The St Bernard paused. "I dunno who brought me here. I can't remember jack squat, kid. All I know is it wasn't my old man." Boomer seemed a little rustled at the suggestion that Jo would purposely dump him off in such a place. But... What if it was true? What if he had realized that his dog was aging and simply got rid of him for another younger, stronger dog? After all, he wasn't in the best condition anymore. The thought was terrible. It made him feel... Useless. Unwanted.
Without realizing it he'd pulled his lips into a grimace, yellowed teeth poking out from his lower jaw. He quickly reverted back to a normal, more welcoming expression.

[mutt pup]

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➴ ➴ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ
male || welsh springer spaniel || subordinate || tagged - boomerang

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Oliver noticed how tired and worn the dog looked.
His old, tired bones made any journey twice as hard for him, no doubt, Oliver wondered how far he had to travel to get here.
He needed to rest, thankfully, his journey ends here.
Still, he seemed wary of the spaniel, so Oliver tried his best to help ease his tension.

“No-“ Oliver shook his head swiftly, “That’s not what I meant.” He huffed, explaining further.
“Our owners didn’t do this, they couldn’t have! Why would they?” His honey eyes sparked with anger as he recalled the tale.
“We were taken away from them, and dropped off here, in the middle of nowhere. Far away from our homes, we aren’t even in the same area!” He growled, hackles rising, his emotions getting the best of him. He hated the situation he was in.
“This place is littered with animals I’ve never seen before, and mountains I’ve only every seen on the TV my master always watches, don’t you notice?”
He said as he looked around, a dark silhouette of a giant bird circling high above them.

“We were trapped and taken away by other humans, I’m sure of it! Although...” he whimpered slightly, “I can’t remember too much of what happened, can you?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“Anyways, you don’t have to wander endlessly anymore.”
Oliver knew this dog needed to be in the pack, he needed to be taken care of, but will he also have the same problems he had with the hierarchy and ranks these dogs created?
Oliver was fine with the pack, but he didn’t particularly enjoy it either.
The ranks were all too confusing to him, and he disliked having to be submissive towards the “alphas” of the pack.
No matter, though, maybe this dog had differing opinions.
“The group of dogs I mentioned, they’re trying to get back to where we came from. I’m sure you’d like to get back home, too, I can see how strongly you care for your owner. You can join us, if you’d like.”
“But-“ he began, “you need swear to give your life to protecting the pack and it’s members, if it ever comes to that.” Oliver remembered hearing these words before.

“There’s also ranks in this pack, but don’t worry! I’m sure you won’t be given the lowest.” He reassured the dog. “The “Alphas” in the pack tell us what to do and when to do it, you have to give your upmost respect to them. More or less, you have to submit to them.” He explained, looking up at the dog with saddened eyes.
“It’s- confusing to say the least- but I believe they’re our only hope of getting us back home.”