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[FamineMyth]

ＢＡＹＤＥＮ
gender: female
age: three years
rank: second in command
breed: afrikan azawakh

I immediately lowered my head, squeezed my eyes shut, and pinned my ears back when he snarled. I wrinkled my muzzle, ready to fight back if he attacked but when he stopped again, I glanced up at him, seeing he meant no harm and I lifted my head and relaxed myself, letting my ears regain their normal position. I stood up straight, watching as he picked up my bird and held it out to me. "Thank you. Again, I am sorry." I said, letting my tail have a gentle wag as I took the bird from him, and began moving out of his way.

[Small-but_deadly]

Rogue. female. mongrel

Rogue was glad her sense of smell was sharp, as she carefully lifted up a piece of meat. It was one of the strange pieces the humans seemed to get often in boxes. It wasn't too old, quite fresh really fin her opinion. The pale fae held it lightly in her jaws and glanced around, her tail wagging slowly in satisfaction. She didn't eat it straight away though. At a fast pace, the mongrel ran out of the alley and through another, and another. Her eyes closed slightly, thoughts forgotten as she rounded a corner, till she heard the sound of an engine. Dog catchers. She froze for a few seconds, another dog had a wire around her neck. Rogue knew it would be stupid to try and fight catchers, but she didn't want to do nothing. She dropped her forgotten food. With a bark and a deep growl, she tried to attract the attention of the catchers, advancing a few steps. Any dog would be able to tell that she was scared but hopefully the catchers wouldn't. She bark and growled again, her growl low and threatening but she was shaking slightly beneath her fur as she took one more step forward.

[GrayStar51]

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ＷＩＴＨ: ;; Bayden
ＭＯＯＤ ;; flirtatious
ＤＯＩＮＧ ;; stoping bayden
ＷＨＥＮ: ;; noon
ＷＨＥＲＥ: ;; alley

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━ ❝ＴＨＥ ＯＮＬＹ ＲＯＡＤ Ｉ'ＶＥ ＥＶＥＲ ＫＮＯＷＮ.❞ ━

ＳＶＥＮ.

Sven grinned, flashing his perfect white teeth at her. When she tried to move out of his way, he only jumped to place himself between her and her exit. "Woah, there. Got a date or something? What's the rush, Missy?" He asked, his long legs stretched out to block her fully. His cheeky grin was meant to charm her. Although skinny, she appeared healthy, not sick with the bedraggled disease that came with the appearance of most strays. She still looked beautiful, her long lean legs and narrow shape. He wasn't about to let her slip away when they were just getting acquainted now.

[FamineMyth]

ＢＡＹＤＥＮ
gender: female
age: three years
rank: second in command
breed: afrikan azawakh

I flicked an ear back as the doberman purposely moved in my way. I closed my eyes and actually let out a muffled chuckle. I couldn't say anything with a mouthful of feathers though, and I had also been taught early on it was not polite to speak with your mouth full. I dropped my bird so I could speak properly. "Well, I was going to let you be on your way." I answered softly, unable to stop my tail from wagging. Then I realized this male probably just came from the garage. "Am I speaking to a new member of the pack?" I asked, cocking my head slightly at him as I stood infront of him.

[GrayStar51]

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ＷＩＴＨ: ;; Bayden
ＭＯＯＤ ;; flirtatious, charming
ＤＯＩＮＧ ;; talking
ＷＨＥＮ: ;; noon
ＷＨＥＲＥ: ;; alley

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━ ❝ＴＨＥ ＯＮＬＹ ＲＯＡＤ Ｉ'ＶＥ ＥＶＥＲ ＫＮＯＷＮ.❞ ━

ＳＶＥＮ.

Sven chuckled. "No, I'm unattached at the moment. I don't think I charmed your leader as much as I hope to charm you. But I don't think I properly introduced myself; I'm Sven. And you?" He asked. He hadn't yet learned the pretty fae's name, which should have been first on his list of priorities. Now learning that she was part of the pack, he wished he had been more humble in coming to the old mutt back at the garage. Had he known, he might have been a little more approachable to him and his pack.

[Rotten]

.:Why must we fall apart to understand how to fly?...

|Name|
....Oh? Korbinian. My name is Korbinian. Koro for short....

|Age|
I am five years-old old...My breed is known to live up to...what is 15-17 years?

|Gender|
...Brute

|Rank|
Commoner...

|Description/Breed|
Korbinian is a pure Czechoslovakian Wolfdog. The Czechoslovakian Wolfdog is a recent new breed, created around WW2 and was known for guarding various things for the Axis Powers. Now in the modern age, the breed specializes in guarding homes and preforming farming duties like herding, pulling carts, protecting sheep from wolves, etc(depending on the country). Often mistaken for German Shepherds, wolves, or Saarloos Wolfhounds (which are almost the same thing except possibly newer and from the Netherlands). The breed has been recognized officially in both Europe and Australia but not officially yet in the USA. However, breeders in the USA for this breed have been growing more rapid as well as its popularity. It shouldn't take too long before the USA declares it to be an official breed. He has classic brown markings with white on his lovely face, neck, and legs. He has pretty brown eyes and tends to look pretty calm for the most part. He's very big and very strong, about 125 pounds.

|About Him|
Korbinian is a bit of a mysterious dog. No one really knows anything about him and he prefers to keep it that way. He is a dog that make many wary. He gives off this very cold and dark vibe that makes you not want to be near him. He doesn't smile and always seems to be glaring. Which doesn't help relax others. He scares the other dogs even worse when he suddenly smiles. He's a very guarded dog who isn't afraid to get his fangs dirty. His voice is very cold and lax. He tends to be quiet, often only speaking the obvious or small sentences. You have to be the one to approach him, which can be very difficult for some. He can be very odd and say strange metaphors or just plain gibberish. He also tends to be pretty morbid and negative. However he is levelheaded and always seems to know what to do in a situation. He's roughly blunt and isn't the most politesse dog, but he seems to act somewhat mild..maybe. Many can think of him as the cool tough guy. He knows he can be intimidating too and isn't afraid to use that to his advantage. He often tries to get himself involve with the politics of big situations. He's a bit dense with normal everyday things and honestly doesn't know how to have fun, but that's because no one ever taught him how to. His childhood wasn't that great and basically he's been on his own for as long as he can remember and got into trouble quite a lot. He's a fighter, a brutal one at that. Once he gets into a fight it's hard for him to stop until the opponent is no longer moving. If you ever get into a fight with him and start losing, your best bet is to play dead. He's honestly an unpredictable and hard guy to describe. He doesn't seem to care much about the others and is quite aloof, yet he always visits the others to exchange news or bring a gift. It's best for you to meet him if you want to know more. He's a bit confusing. Though he has sworn the oath of never to engage in fighting again, it's hard for him to accept that and his temper can get the best of him. Keep a close eye on him.

|Parents|
Hmm? Don't know...

|Siblings|
Don't know...

|Mate|
No...

|Pups|
No...

|Other|
...Bye.

.:Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been...

|Name|
BEATE WALBORG HANNELORE IS MY NAME! Oh sorry, indoor voices. My name is Beate Walborg Hannelore. Kinda long...So you can shorten it to Beate! My mother was very picky with names. She liked names that had meaning. Um, the first part of my name, Beate, means blessed. I don't remember what the other two mean though...Either way I'm happy to meet you!

|Age|
I am two years-old, mom taught me how to keep track of time! Oh but I'm an adult ok??? Don't think I'm some child!

|Gender|
I'm a fae! So it's my job to be really pretty and cool so I can get a guy!

|Rank|
....I don't even really consider myself a city dog, but I think I am. I am a commoner who gave up on being a skitzee.

|Description/Breed|
Beate is a husky of sorts. So let's speak of the obvious. She's pretty big, probably between sixty and seventy pounds and is still growing a little bit. She still hasn't notice how big she is yet. She has soft black fur with tan paws and tan splashed on her chest and neck. Her eyes are an ice blue....or her eye is an ice blue would be more accurate. The left side of her face is basically missing, covered up in raw scars that are still healing. She got these scars from a dog she broke a promise too. It was the only promise she had ever broke. Despite losing an eye and her looks, she's still as cheery as always.

|About Her|
Beate might be the most cheerful dog you'll ever meet, to the point that it's morbid. She's always smiling and full of energy, ready to start the day and do things. She acts much like a child, though some would say she still is one. However she easily makes up for it. She's eager to prove and has a big desire to learn, though she's a bit of an airhead. However this dog is very emotionally aware. She often surprises others with her thoughts. She always has something to say and could talk your ear off. She's very loud and always wants to play or explore, being the little adventurer she is. No matter how impossible the situation is, Beate always finds words of encouragement....sometimes they aren't the best words though. She's always there for you and will forgive you for anything no matter what you do to her or put her through. A true and understanding friend. She's quite a friendly thing, and she's naive to count it all off. This can be a problem sometimes, but everything always works out in the end. Many wouldn't believe it, but Beate use to be a skitzee. Which is why part of her face is missing you see? She is also a bit of a liar and manipulator. For instance if you ask about her past, all she will do is lie. Sadly she's good at it too. Be wary of these skills of her's. Beate has had quite the adventure in her young life already. Often this dog travels around the world but she always comes back to this city to visit the other dogs and share her stories with them. This dog is a great story teller. She spent much of her young life out in the vast wilderness and has seen and found many things that some dogs cant even imagine. Beate has proven to be a lovely companion to have, but when you see her you just cant shake off the feeling that this young girl has had to deal with a lot and is actually a lot more mature then she seems. Sometimes when no one is around you can find her looking at the ground with a tired eye.

|Parents|
Mom was really nice~

|Siblings|
They were really nice~

|Mate|
Ah....No. I guess I'm not good enough yet, and I am a bit ugly. But I can get one! Just you wait!

|Pups|
Nope!

|Other|
I don't have anything else to say...I hope to see you soon!

[Cakewalk]

{Anyone can interact with Dani. c: }

☢ Ժ Ａ Ｎ Ｉ
"ｔｈｅ ｆｉｘｅｒ"

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female;; five years old;; no crush;; alone;; feeling rather bored;; 516 words

"doɴ'т yoυ тнιɴĸ тнαт ιт'ѕ вorιɴɢ нow people тαlĸ? мαĸιɴɢ ѕмαrт wιтн тнeιr wordѕ αɢαιɴ, well ι'м вored. вecαυѕe ι'м doιɴɢ тнιѕ ғor тнe тнrιll oғ ιт, ĸιllιɴ' ιт - ɴever ɴoт cнαѕιɴɢ α мιllιoɴ тнιɴɢѕ ι wαɴт."

⇝ Nothing seemed to matter anymore. At least, that's what it was beginning to feel like.

As the three-legged mongrel lay curled into a rotting cardboard box, her mind drifted, recounting the events that had brought her to where she was. Life had started out with a bang, bringing the pup joy. Sure, there had been bad days, but they were vastly inferior to the good ones. What dog wouldn't have enjoyed the life she had been given - plenty of food, love, and hands to pet her? It was the thing of dreams, but it was the only thing she knew. For three years, she lived in the small Mexican village, believing she was protecting her family from the 'bad people' in return for their care. She'd wake up early, walk the children to school, and return to the archaic grandmother, who they called Abeulita. Mama and Papa were there, as well, and they were the ones who would feed her each morning, enough kibble to last until the next day. Then, in the afternoon, she'd walk back to the school and guide her children home. She loved each person, and they all loved her in return. And then the man had pushed Sofia down and had taken her from her family and her home, forced her into a life of fighting and neglect without any thought of the dog whose soul he was slowly breaking.

Fortunately for Dani and perhaps her new master, she had a will far greater than most of the other fighting dogs who were forced to live in such squalor conditions. Until the doberman, she had won all her fights. But then he had come and taken her leg from her, and once again, she was uprooted, taken somewhere else. Humans controlled her life, and she wanted to be free of them. Free to make her own decisions. And so she decided that she would be free, just as soon as she could escape the metal cage. That day came when she was adopted, and that day, she escaped the yard, never looking back at the life that had once brought her comfort and joy. Now the memories of her life in Mexico were dim and overridden by the fear that the fighting ring had caused. They had killed her idea of a family.

The merle dog stretched out her one front leg, letting her blue eyes open slowly to gaze at the world in front of her. It was daytime, and the sun was shining through the grimy windows. Already, she could tell she was starting the day a bit late, but what did it matter? No one was relying on her to get anything done today, besides herself. Her belly grumbled a gentle reminder that the day before had provided no sustenance and that she would need to scope out a meal today. A yawn forced its way out of her throat as she rose onto three legs, stepping forward out of the box and out of the door to the run-down garage.

Time to start a new day.

[FamineMyth]

ＢＡＹＤＥＮ gender: female age: three years rank: second in command breed: afrikan azawakh

I felt my cheeks heat up. It was hard to fall for him already. He was pretty sweet and polite for a male, and males like that were hard to find. Plus he was doing a good job at winning me over and I wasn't so easy to win over. I dipped my head as he introduced himself."I am Hayden, but your welcome to call me Bay." I said in return. "I'm sure if you apolagize to my leader, Crisis, there won't be any hard feelings." I said."He's not bad."

[thejellyfish]

@metamorphose: accepted.

r e c a p
as of now, sven (a com) has come and made a rather bad impression to crisis. (the unofficial leader) rashka (a shinnie who has been left out of her home) has been found by zee (a terrie) and the two have begun a friendship. kade (a skitzee) has since met both rashka and sven, and is currently following the scent of another strange dog (risk) he believes he's met once before. sven has bumped into bayden (the sort of second-in-command) and seemingly fancies her. while walking to dumpster alley, zee has been caught by a dog catcher, and sent rashka (a mute dog) to go find help. rouge has since stepped in and tried to help. rashka ran to crisis (the unofficial leader) in the garage and has no idea how to communicate with him. sarmara (a young terrie) has since run into the garage and become confused as to what's happening. dani (RPed by Talin) is now open.

hope that catches everyone up (;

.....[ zee ]

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➴age;; 1.5 years.........
➴gender;; female.........
➴relations;; single.........
➴rank;; terrie.........

➶with;; catcher]
➶where;; truck
➶when;; midday

“ i will protect what i can, forget what i can't, and remember what i must. "

zee shook with fear. she could hear another dog growling, and irritation flared quickly inspite of the situation. “ go! get help! don't fight and run! she howled and continued to struggle against the large figure that was quickly reaching for another pole. the catcher had struggled to drag her into a cold metal box that was the truck and lock her inside, though not without a bite to the chubby rump. she listened as the massive figure limped and cursed his way back to the new dog that had tried to save zee. get out of here, she silently pleaded. no one else should be caught. zee had to fight down panic. she was alone, scared and didn't know where she was going. with hope, zee looked next to her and jumped back, bumping into the wall due to close quarters, at the site of a massive brute with a mesh muzzle around a thick, snarling snout. she cowered, belly low to the ground until curiosity got the better of her. with a deep breath the smaller dog stood strait, still dwarfed by the snarling brute, and looked defiantly into his deep black eyes. “ where-where are we going? she asked, mad at the tremble in her voice. the dog gave a hacking bark that she took to be a laugh, flinging spit through the muzzle. he fixed midnight eyes on her wide brown ones. his voice was a deep rumble. “welcome to the cage toothpick. may the best dog win."




.....[ kade ]

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➴age;; 2 years.........
➴gender;; brute.........
➴relations;; single.........
➴rank;; skitzee.........

➶with;; risk
➶where;; alleyway
➶when;; midday
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“ my life will end. i accept that. for now, i will live fearless, for what have i to fear? "

kade followed the scent until he saw the dog in an alley parallel to where he was standing. kade smirked. he promptly dashed into another alleyway, leapt with powerful legs onto a tall dumpster and then continued to jump higher onto a low rooftop. for a moment he just watched the fae, her fear scent strong in his nose. he looked, but saw no one but them in the alley. finally, he rolled into a lazy stretch with the four long, pink scars of his belly becoming plainly obvious. with an equally lazy grin, he spoke, “ i swear, i know you, but maybe i'm just nuts for pretty girls.




.....[ crisis ]

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➴age;; 5 years.........
➴gender;; brute
➴relations;; single
➴rank;; unofficial leader

➶with;; stranger. [rashka]
➶where;; garage
➶when;; midday
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“ truth and love do not mix, but i have conquered love. it lies to me no more. "

the leader stumbled to his unsteady paws. gaining his bearings, the brute fixed luminous yellow eyes on a sudden intruder. “ what in the- crisis snarled, but stopped short. under the overpowering fear scent, crisis could detect dog catcher... and zee. all anger forgotten, the broad shouldered male powered toward the door. “ samara, warn anyone that comes back one of our dogs has been caught! you- he snarled at the much smaller fae, unfair but uncaring menace in his eyes. “ lead me to her, he snapped. finally, he bolted out of the garage, spotting that new showpony and one of his strongest group members, bayden. “ bayden! the catcher got zee! hurry up and see if you can find others! he shouted gruffly. finally crisis turned to the new fae, appearing to be a shinnie. “ move it! he snapped, spit flying. zee was like his daughter, and one of the very few dogs he remotely cared for. he was not going to loose her to the cage. no one else would be taken. not. one.

[howl']

name;; rashka [raw-sh-ka]
nickname;; n/a
age;; 2 years
gender;; female
breed;; saarloos wolfdog
title;; apprehensive;
-shy
-skittish
-curious

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rashka was afraid of this new dog, he was not in any way a friendly brute. he demanded for her to lead him to zee. she was scared, afraid of what he might do if she froze. cautiously she looked at him, keeping her body low. all kinds of thoughts began to run through her mind. what would he do to her after he got to zee? would he kill her? would he chase her far away from here to where she wouldn't be able to get home? a slight shiver ran up her spine, and before she could actually gain enough courage and mind to lead him he snapped at her. his spit flying into her face causing her to cringe. fear was coursing through her and instantly she rose, though kept a low like stature. she turned towards the garage door and bolted, not really wanting him close on her heels. not wanting him to hurt her if he got to close. she ran quickly, as fast she really could. though she had no idea where she was honestly going. she just kept running, thinking if she stopped he would be able to catch her and hurt her. as she ran she turned, catching sight of the stinky dumpster that her and zee were by. she could see the truck driving away and she opened her maw wanting to bark at it, but just air escaped her maw. she could feel her heart pounding and so many emotions running through her mind. what was going to happen to her new best friend? what would happen to her?


"ｌｏｖｅ ｍｅ ｎｏ ｍａｔｔｅｒ ｍｙ ｄｉｓａｂｉｌｉｔｙ"