[ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 ! canine roleplay ; open ]

[rottnmilk]

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◆ 𝔹𝕆𝕆𝕄𝔼ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾 ◦ ◦ ◦    🙽🙽  male ▶ 6 yrs 7 mos ▶ st bernard ▶ pet ▶ TBA rank ▶ tags: oliver
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Boomerang's eyes flickered lazily around as the other dog spoke, towards the sky, the trees, squirrels scurrying across smooth river rocks, even his own paws. The interaction was a bit awkward for him, he wasn't exactly what you'd call a social butterfly. A 'Semi-social Dragonfly' was a more fitting term for the big guy. Tends to be avoided, not a straight up jerk, but also may eat you if you decide to chat it up. Finding the right words was a backbreaker and he doubted that his relationship with this dog would travel past being acquaintances. He wasn't looking to bag new friends anyways — he was looking to find his way home.
His brow furrowed, a sign he was deep in thought. Though If what the Spaniel said was true, he'd need to meet this 'pack' in order to accomplish that. Falling under a lower rank wasn't exactly his cup of tea, but he'd only need to play along until he got back to the scrapyard. Boomer doubted the alphas could rival his stature; Not many dogs could. If worst came to worst he'd give show 'em what a veteran guard dog could do, but it was unlikely to happen. Picking fights wasn't high on his priorities list.

After mentally rifling through the pros and cons of joining this so called pack, there was one thing about it that just didn't seem right.
"Let me get this straight," He began, his large rear kicking up dust as he plopped down. "I'd be joining the pack to get back home, and these suckers expect me to protect some other fleabag with my life? That defeats the purpose of joinin' at all. I'll be damned if I decide to die rather than get home. I say it should be every dog for himself. And besides... No use in losin' two lives if both of ya kick the bucket. Rescues don't always go as planned."

[mutt pup]

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

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Oliver noticed the dog getting a bit bored of his chattering, he should have toned it down a bit, all the brute wants is some rest.
This dog was different to him because he reminded him of his master, it gave him so,e comfort in this confusing time.
Oliver wanted to help in anyway he can.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoke so much, you probably just want to rest." Oliver said as he laid down, inviting the other to lay down too.
Oliver parted his muzzle into a friendly pant, hopefully showing the other dog that he was relaxed.
He hoped he wasn't giving a bad impression.

"Well, I think the mentality of it is that you accept these other dogs as your family. You get what you give, per se. In exchange for food, water, shelter, and a way back home, you'll have to give some things too." Oliver tried to explain, though it was difficult as he'd never had a type of relationship like this.

"Sort of like your master, you know? They feed ya, water ya, give you a nice bed to sleep in- you'd give your life to your master, wouldn't you? It does get some getting used to, believe me, but it's sort of the same thing." Oliver sighed, giving his paw a lick, he hoped he was making sense.

"Despite all that, joining together gives us a better chance of survival, and a better chance of getting back home. These alphas know what they're doing, I'm sure, you'll be taken care of."

[nocтιѕ;]

ｅｔｒｏｓ ✦
.───（ relations - w pack - aquarius, reese, amar - v tired, snippy ）

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Etros noticed that the subordinate was looking about, and he could see the look. a look he knows all too well. 'You've came at the wrong time, suppose your stuck with the group just like i am.' Etros though, letting a out a quiet hump. He flicked his gaze to Aquarius and noted how quiet she was. He wanted to ask her if she was alright, but Etros felt as if he tried to say anything, they would only bark at him. though, his focus was decided to the omega before them. First thing he noticed the uneasy body posture he had. etros wanted to frown. with that in mind, the male could almost smell the fear roll off of his pelt and roll on all over to etros. Not like he mind, just wished that he could be rid of the such fear the omega has. "quite positive." He replied, and gave a dog grin. "Hello, Amar. How are you today?" Etros questioned. He flicked his gaze to Reese, wandering what she might say or do with amar. Omegas, being the lowest rank in the pack, often times picked on. although etros is a guard dog, and its considered alright for the omega to be picked on, etros never liked the idea. Dispite their rank, lives or health, every dog should be treated fair unless they are committing a crime. then, it would be considered fair game for a guard dog such as him.

[LaughingDove]

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Female - Subordinate - Husky/Pitbull Mix - Two Years - Tags: Etros, Aquarius, Amar

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"Hello, I'm Reese." She lowered her mental guard as she eyed him. 'Amar is his name? I'll have to remember that.' Reese thought to herself. The omega seemed timid and afraid, was he scared of her? Reese was short and stocky and had two left paws, she was probably the least frightening next to the two guards. Speaking of which, she was smart to buddy up to them. Hopefully if they became good friends they could help her out in a pinch. Of course she would gladly return the favor if need be, but it wasn't like she was very strong or smart. Reese kept glancing at the ever silent husky, wandering if she had said something wrong.

[Darqua]

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Female • Mutt • Three Years • Subordinate • Tags: Briggs

This dog had now fully peaked Cadi’s interest. Not only was he not possessive, but also...willing to share? ‘Hmm...don’t suppose he’s ever had to fight against starvation before.’ She thought to herself as she looked at him with an amused expression. Her self-consciousness gently halted her mood for a moment as she caught him studying her appearance. “What? You think I need it?” Her brows furrowed as she fluffed up her fur in vain desperation to conceal her ribs. But before her worry turned to anger, Cadi managed to catch herself, and a smile returned to her lips. “Keep it kid. There’s others here who’d appreciate sumin’ like that more than this ol’ stray. Maybe that older guy there. Or the lil’ pregnant fae.” She spoke lightheartedly, hoping her harsh outbursts wouldn’t scare him off. Being around dogs would take a lot of getting used to. After all, her whole life they’d been a threat. Actually working with them pulled against Cadi’s instinct. She’d survived alone for over two years. But now she knew going about this by herself would be a death wish. The city was the opposite of this environment. She knew and expected the dangers of her home. But this forest was completely unpredictable.
“The name’s Cadi.” She replied as Briggs sat down. At least someone had decided to stick around. It would give her a chance to improve her social interactions. The only times Cadi would really talk would be fending off strays or bickering with her rivals. Having a pleasant conversation however was almost... enjoyable. “How’d you catch that thing, anyway? Aren’t you a pet?” Briggs had a healthy build and a rather groomed coat. It was very likely he’d been a companion. Yet Cadi was curious how he’d managed to catch a pheasant so quickly. Cadi still struggled with rats and pigeons in her urban home. Hunting wasn’t easy. But Briggs had achieved with flying colours.

[Guest]

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↪"caught up in a dream, in a technicolor beat"
tags; open ★ crush; none ★ mate; none

tap. tap tap tap. thwack! energy raced through zelda's resting body, begging her to get up and run, though the pup growing inside of her disagreed. weighing her down like a stone, the husky's future offspring demanded its mother stay, only releasing her overflowing energy through the continuous tap-thump-tap of her tail. sighing with annoyance, zelda continued the rapid thumping, though her quickly-tiring tail wasn't so keen on keeping the rhythm going. so, the white mutt switched to tapping her paw, then her other paw, then the other other, then the other other other, until she'd just about run out of limbs to shake.
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the energy inside zelda was a dancing of electric purple and yellow, whining and pleading to be released, and then resorting to making the husky mix uncomfortable instead of compromising like a reasonable adult. yes, the unrelenting vigor was like a child, not used to being treated this way and throwing a tantrum when it didn't get what it wanted. i hope my child isn't like that, the snowy canine thought distractedly, a growl building in her throat. i can't take another second of this, i have to run!

ironically, once the energetic female stood up, all of her built-up strength and stamina seemed to magically disappear. the effort it took to heave herself to her paws was enough to squash out her zest, and the familiar rock-weight of her pup demanded zelda lay back down. heavy belly swinging, the white husky ambled away in frustration, bitterness suddenly seizing her and making the wight of her pup even worse. grumbling, zelda made her way towards the throng of dogs, hoping that maybe someone in her pack could say some kind words that would lift her mood again.

[F A D E D]

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Mood — Tranquil & Nervous

Location — The Forest Depths → Pack Gathering

Tags — Open

❥- The woodland terrain shimmered beneath the loving embrace of the sun. Each emerald blade of grass began swaying gently with each comb of the wind. Throughout the scene crowds of trees motioned their branches to dance along with the forest foliage as the soothing breeze crept upon a young canine. The mixed breed was positioned in a upright sit, her chocolate orbs focused on a single dying oak. Situated within was a golden nest hugging young feathered creatures within. Each passing of the chilled wind would nudge the nest out of place more, until it was hanging by a single strand of twine. Cautiously the female mix allowed her hind legs to raise her slim bodice upward. Her front pads crushing the stray twigs and deceased plant life beneath them as she made her way to the tree. Faint cries escaped the young birds within as the nest shifted closer to the edge. Odette's ears pinned aside as she approached, her soft pelt bouncing with each advancement before landing below the helpless robins. Repositioning her apex upward the malamute lifted her chest and grasped the bark.
" It's alright my darlings " Odette spoke gently to the youth before her line of sight rested on them. Her expression radiated concern and she was tentative when approaching. Her pearl muzzle neared the nest before she applied pressure to the side gently, pushing the nest back into a secure place. " There we go my loves. Stay safe " the fae added before she quickly sprung her front legs back onto the ground, resulting in a hush over the birds. With a gentle smile the canine curved her body toward the exit of the forest, hopefully the others haven't left.
As Odette neared her thoughts took control of her movement. Her joints began to shake as a cold wave of nervousness shadowed the canine. She had been given the omega rank, not that she minded. It suited her personality well, she enjoyed to help others but she had no battle or hunting experience. Odette had no qualities of a leader, that she left to the more capable fighters of the pack. Though, she hadn't made an effort to introduce herself at all, which was unusual despite her friendly and soft hearted image. At the moment none of them knew she existed, which was alright considering the one major problem they all had in common. They were taken from their own homes and families. All this was fresh to the husky mix, she was just a house pet. One to a loving family of 4, but mainly her girl Zoey. The fae's heart ached at the thought of her human, Zoey was the only thing in the world she never wanted to be apart from. She was her center, her whole world, and she would do certainly anything to get back to her.
Before the female had a chance to pause in her tracks her paws dragged over a large stick. A yelp escaped her lips as her apex flew forward and collapsed onto the ground. Nice one she remarked to herself as her forelegs bended toward her chest, allowing the female to rise back up. Her ribs clenched her stomach within as she winced with the slight pain. Her coffee orbs narrowing at the stick who caused her such an embarrassing fall. Her lobes pinned forward as her hearing was crowded with voices. Her thoughts had led her back to the pack, and on her face. Grunting as she continued forward the faes posture instantly changed from serene to submissive. Her ears hugged her cranium and her figure lowered as she arrived near the other omegas. Her composed expression stuck like glue as the female postured herself in a tall sit, oncemore clinging to memories of her home.

[autumn,]

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( ● sex. male ) ( ● rank. beta ) ( ● tags. joey, apollo, athena )


indent. for the moajority of his life, bentley had always been optimistic. there was rarely a day when the male wasn't smiling and encouraging others to do their best. of course, this came from his training in some ways, but truly, it was just the kind of dog he was. even as a pup, ben had always been the most encouraging and not to mention, calmest, out of his litter. that was why he had grown so closely to his mother and had been so heavily influenced by her. they were very similar in many ways and sometimes, he missed her. there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't think of the soul who had raised him and shaped him into who he was then, which ultimately shaped him into who he was now. his father, however, was never truly interested in his offspring or his mate for reasons that he did not understand fully. his father was an athletic dog, always going out with the humans in search of different birds like ducks, geese, and pheasants. bentley, being an interested and curious natured dog, had once asked his father about his life and what it had entailed. to this his father would just simply and gruffly answer "hunting, son. you will never understand my life, however, you are like your mother." bentley didn't quite understand this, however, because his father would always be telling his littermates the "ins-and-outs" of his sport. the young male hadn't known what he had done to cause his father's neglect, but his mother had always assured him that it was only due to his seperated path from his littermates. he just wasn't cut out to be a true gun dog, whatever that entailed. knowing this, however, he felt a smaller amount of sympathy for joey's pups than perhaps the average dog would. he believed wholeheartedly that the pups would be completely exceptional in all that they did simply based on the fact that, like himself, they would have a mother who would care for them exceptionally. this thought had undoubtebly come from the slightest mention of another canine that was involved in joey's life, a canine that he assumed was the father of the growing life forms that currently squirmed around the female's abdomen. it was none of the brute's business to know this for a fact, but no matter how that dog left the life of the husky in front of him, he felt that it was no where near as significant as losing their mother.

indent.bentley snapped from his critical thinking and focused his attention more closely on the female, realizing that she may catch on to his distractedness. he tried to hone in on what she had mentioned before she spoke of this mysterious dog. a sled dog? the thought baffled the retriever. he had only ever seen a sled dog in films that he watched with peter on the couch. one in particular rang clearly in his stored up memories. one film that he had never truly liked, eight below. the movie featured several huskies in it, each having their own unique patterns and personalities that ben had originally been interested in, however, his interest had been short lasting. after about two incidents into the movie that resulted in the pain, death, or hurt of one of the huskies, ben could no longer watch the film. it was incredible to think that joey was once considered a sled dog, similarly to those in the films. he was impressed for he knew how much strength and courage it took to hold such a title. however, by the expression on the mother's face he could tell that the sled dog phase did not last long and that she felt quite upset about that fact. once again, he examined the canine and reasoned with her about her strength. sooner than later, the husky inquired about his own past. thinking about where he should start and how much she would actually want to know about his story, bentley leaned back and rested on his furry haunches.

indent."I grew up with many littermates and was raised by my mother. many often told me that I was just like her, as calm as I was, and before I knew it, I was sent off to a training program. the program taught me many things and boy, was it hard on such a young mind, though I eventually passed my tests with flying colors." he explained with a smile, happy memories flittering around in his mind from his puphood. "I was claimed by a family in montana who needed me to help their eldest son, my boy peter." he frowned as he said the name as certain misgivings began finding their way back into his mind. "peter has always been so full of life. he was my best friend and I, his. we had the greatest of adventures together every single day. there were days that peter wasn't feeling well, but I promise you that I was right there the whole time... taking care of him the best I could..." he paused, suddenly lost for words as he stared at the ground blankly. "I wonder if he is doing okay. he has never had to live without me for more than an hour at a time." the worry in his wise voice took the lace of his normal enthusiasm. his thoughts were distracted soon enough, however, as the deep growl of the alpha sounded behind him. bentley immediately recovered from his doubted mind and tilted his head slightly at the brute's question. suddenly he was fully aware that he may be interrupting the conversation if he stayed to listen to apollo and athena speak with joey. however, as ben searched apollo for any signs of agitation that he was near he couldn't find anything. ben shook out his golden coat and listened intently.

[sundanc_e]

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Male | Subordinate | 5 Yrs | American Alsatian | Tags: Nimue ——————————————————————————————————————-

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It was quite obvious to Dante that the female lacked very much in confidence. Even his approach had rendered her into submission, and he shrank back apologetically. He made not of his height over her, and subtly kept his head lowered to show he was no threat.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have crept up on yer like that.” He responded quickly, but at least his first words to this dog had a given him a positive reaction. It seemed he’d been correct in his assumptions. She needed a friend. Dante felt everyone felt the way she did. Some were just better at hiding it than others. He smiled warmly at her acceptance, and sat down opposite her, taking the opportunity to get to know her while they had time before their journey began.

She seemed sweet compared to others here. Calla in particular. But while he wouldn’t hold anyone’s attitudes against them just yet, Dante wouldn’t consider himself as much help during these situations. He’d talk to anyone who’d listen. And those who didn’t want to, well, he wouldn’t usually bother.

Drawing from his thoughts, he chuckled softly as she spoke. “Hey, don’t feel bad about being nervous. You’re not the only one. It’s good to meet you, Nimue. I’m Dante.” She had a unique name. And a personality that peaked his interest. Dante could see himself perhaps forming a friendship of sorts with Nimue. She reminded him greatly of the dogs he’d usually socialise with back home. “If you’re worried ‘bout the journey, you can stick with me if you’d like. I know we’ll all be travelling together, but we can watch each other’s backs, y’know?”

[zhelaniye]

ɴɪᴅᴀᴠᴇʟʟɪʀ male, 5 years, curly coated retriever, guard ★ tags: zelda, mentions: zelda
`````the ebony coated male's ears flicked sharply backward at the distinctive sound of fast approaching, irritated muttering emanating from the treeline just behind him. he wasn't surprised by the fact that yet another of the kidnapped canines had come to join the buzz of conversation occurring in the clearing in front of apollo's rock, but he was somewhat caught off guard by the intensity of the apparent agitation that accompanied this particular dog. nidavellir turned his head to look over his left shoulder and try to gain some visual information about the developing situation. the retriever's brow furrowed at the sight of the stark white, heavily pregnant female moving towards himself and the group. he hadn't yet formed an opinion of the dog, because he wasn't sure that he'd ever actually even met her. it was however, considerably uncommon for ni to engage in self-initiated social interaction, so there was nothing perplexing in his mind about why exactly, that was so.
`````there was a very slight tilt to his head, the only observable indication of his curiosity, as he continued to regard the approaching husky mix. otherwise, his posture remained just as upright and stiff as it had been previously. "is everything alright?" he asked, partially out of concern for the female herself, and partially out of concern for the safety of the pack. ni knew that a disgruntled dog, even one as heavily pregnant as the one in front of him, could do a heck of a lot of damage if it wanted to.