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[Rotten]

((Thank you Notes for the recap. It really helps :3
Anyways, got Korbinian open if anyone wants to approach him(Hedoesn'tapproachotherscausehe'sababy.))

.:Beate Walborg Hannelore:.

|Female|Husky|2 years-old|Single|No Crush|Commoner|Currently- making her way through town and to the garage|Location- Now garage|Feeling- Cheerful, tired|Tags- Korbinian, Crisis, Rashka|Word Count- 525 words, 2881 characters

:.Today is the greatest
Day I've ever known
Can't live for tomorrow,
Tomorrow's much too long
I'll burn my eyes out
Before I get out...

Beate let out a happy sigh as she wander through the alleyways. Finally....she was back. This young husky named Beate was a traveler of sorts you could say. And she has been gone for a while, experiencing adventures that were the envy of many. But no matter where she went she always came back here, to her original town. She was a commoner after all, of an amazing bunch of stray dogs that lived in this city. This had been her longest departure yet. She was gone for about....three months? Something like that. The husky silently wondered if anyone would even remember her. Maybe.....Yea, they would. They would because of her appearance. The left side of this young girl's face was missing, now covered in rough scars and lacking one eye. She was a sight.

She smiled bitterly at these thoughts. She wished it was easier for others to remember her because of how adventurous her life is, not because her face was ruined. Well she'll just have to try harder. She came back to town with many new stories today and even gifts! Yes, everyone would be happy!

With these small trains of thoughts done, the husky let out an excited bark and started running through the alleyways, taking her familiar route. She got out of the alley and into one of the old shopping districts, made a right, saw with joy that the old fat white cat with a black ear named Black Eye Joe was still alive and at his favorite bench. She then proceeded to chase Black Eye Joe up a tree before continuing down to an old Chinese church parking lot. Three young humans were hanging out there, one with some sort of contraption his back that made music that they were all jamming out too. She passed them too, quickly and so fast that the humans made odd surprised squeaks as she ran past them. She went through another alleyways and this is when Beate came to a halt. In front of her was a big brown dog that would remind you of a wolf. She recognize the dog instantly, he seemed to recognize her too.

"....Beate?" the other dog asked, not sure if he believed what he was seeing. Beate wagged her tail at the brute and gave him a big smile.

"Yep indeed Koro! The one....AND ONLY!" she screamed the last part with a lot of enthusiasm. Korbinian, the dog known as Koro, let out a groan, not happy to see this dog. Korbinian never did like Beate. Why? Well she was once a skitzee. And Korbinian had a hatred for skitzees it seems. Before Korbinian could say anything else, Beate already ran past him, calling out a farewell in the process. Right now she was heading to the garage. She wanted to talk to Crisis, if he was the one still somewhat in charge that is. As she started to get close to her destination she started calling out his name.

"Crisis, hey Crisis! Crisis! Thy all-powerful Crisis! Crisis!" she hollered, not realizing that there was a situation that the unofficial leader was dealing with right now.

.:Korbinian:.

|Male|Czechoslovakian Wolfdog|5 years-old|Single|No Crush|Commoner|Currently- heading to the old black truck|Location- Near the garage|Feeling- Disappointed, depressed|Tags- No one|Word Count- 239 words, 1264 characters

:.So what? You've had one too many.
So what? I'm not that much fun to be with.
So what? You've come silly hatter.
So what? I didn't want to come here, anyway...

Korbinian let out a sigh as he watched Beate run off. He could hear her screaming for Crisis as usual. What an annoying dog. She had been gone for awhile and he had just decided that she must have been dead, but nope. Lousy skitzee. With a snort, he walked off, heading nowhere in particular. Unlike Beate, he just seemed to be a drifter in his own town. When there was trouble, he wanted to know and take care of it, make sure everyone was doing what they were suppose to, a bit of a control freak. When everything is peaceful....he has no idea what to do. He just walks around. It's all he's ever known it seems, besides fighting of course. What a pathetic life. He didn't really care though. This big dog would just continue to drift. Help when it is needed. Wander for the rest. Should he think of a place to go for once? The dog paused and thought hard, you must under stand that this isn't his thing. He stood there as still as stone for several minutes. The results...Old black truck. If he had to choose a favorite place it would probably be the old black truck. You see, the problem though is that lovers often meet up there. It's quite annoying. Maybe there wont be anyone there right now. Worth a shot. So that was where the drifter decided to drift to.

[Cakewalk]

☢ Ժ Ａ Ｎ Ｉ
"ｔｈｅ ｆｉｘｅｒ"

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female;; five years old;; no crush;; tagged: Korbinian;; feeling rather bored;; 568 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."

⇝ Eager to get away from the heinous onslaught of voices that suddenly plagued her ears, Dani drifted out of the garage and into the warm light of the golden sun that stared down at her from overhead. It wasn't too nice of a day, unfortunately. As soon as she stepped out from under the safety of the dilapidated garage, flecks of rain began to settle on her gray and black fur. She was the thickest-coated of dogs, so when the wind brushed passed her, she shivered slightly, not immune to the colder temperatures. The transition from summer to fall was the hardest for her to undergo. It was that awkward time before her winter coat grew in (not that the black fur thickened by much) and the length of time when it was short to keep her cool in the warmer months. Dani much preferred the hot sun to an overcast day, simply for the fact that she could be warm. During fall and winter, she envied the northern breeds with all of their fur. She just had to keep in mind that they went through their own hell when things got warmer again.

The female wandered aimlessly, keeping a vague sense of where she was and keeping track if any scent of food sprung up in the vicinity. Of course, with the water dripping down from the clouds to obscure the smell of a snack, it would have been nearly impossible for Dani to find anything unless it was directly under her nose. And even then, she was so lost in thought that she may have walked right over it, never the wiser to what she was missing out on. Thoughts of the past and future were broken when the thick fragrance of a fellow canine overwhelmed her keen nose. Unfortunately for her, she had wound up at the black truck, a place that she wasn't too fond of. Why her paws had carried her there, she didn't know. But here she was, and now faced the massive figure of a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog, a male that she had seen from a distance, but had never approached. That wasn't for the same reasons as most. He didn't scare her with his vacant expressions or lack of words. She had simply never had a reason to approach. In fact, her demeanor around other dogs was much the same. Put on a face of apathy to ward of those that wanted to take advantage.

Even now, looking at his thick fur, large ears, and bushy tail, words didn't immediately find themselves in her mind. Dani was less than a social animal. All her mind held was how handsome his fur looked in this light - the brown and gray seeming to leap off of his body. Her eye for beauty meant that her gaze was often pulled to other dogs, though the look was often mistaken for liking. Dani had no desire for any dog. She just admired their beauty. Shifting her eyes from his head to his tail, her mind busily scrambled for words. "What are you doing here?" Her voice was flat and unassuming, yet the blue eyes that sat in her face were bright and full of life. Waiting for an answer, Dani stood before him, balancing on her three legs and tilting her muzzle at just a slight angle in order to look up at him.

[bambi,]

R I S K ∵ ∴ ∷

➳ tαkє α shσt, tαkє α c h α n c є σn mє.

Startled by the sound of another dog's voice, Risk leaped backwards, only to succeed in rearing herself into the wall of the alleyway. Struggling to regain her balance, Risk toppled over this way and that until finally she stood still. She was embarrassed and obviously was justified in feeling such, but she didn't let it get to her. She raised her nose and peered up at Kade. He looked familiar; perhaps she'd run into him on the streets once or twice before? She searched her brain for his name, but couldn't seem to place it. "Smooth. You must get all the ladies with lines like that," Risk scoffed slightly. Even though she felt the slightest bit flattered by his comment, Risk would never admit to it or let it show. She had her pride to hold on to and she wasn't going to kick in the gutter just because some brute was a smooth-talker.

[Rotten]

((My muse is high...sorry if it's kinda long and depressing...))
.:Korbinian:.

|Male|Czechoslovakian Wolfdog|5 years-old|Single|No Crush|Commoner|Currently- taking a trip down memory lane|Location- The black truck|Feeling- grim, a bit irritated|Tags- Dani|Word Count- 1302 words, 6613 characters

:.And if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born
Then it's time to go
And define your destination
There's so many different places to call home
Because when you find yourself the villain in the story you have written
It's plain to see
That sometimes the best intentions are in need of redemptions
Would you agree?

Korbinian headed towards his destination. He had a destination for once. It's been a long time since he's had one. It felt strange to him. He wasn't sure how to describe it. Suddenly the male felt something wet splatter onto his nose. Rain? As soon as that thought came to him it started raining. He didn't mind the rain. Even though it was a chilly October. This was a breed that was pretty good with cold climates. His fur was fine with this, though if it was snowing it would be easier because then it just seems to slide off his fur, or stick but not melt. Going back to rain, it brought back bitter thoughts. No matter how much it washed him he still felt dirty and bloody. He always did as a yearling and always will for the rest of his life.

Korbinian's legs finally took him to the old black truck. There the old rusted thing sat, rain trailing down it's odd surface. To tell truth, it wasnt that old, but it surly like it was. The truck was actually a bit of a gloomy sight. Korbinian walked around the truck till he had a nice side view of it. Then, he sat down and merely stared at the human contraption. He felt something odd in his chest. Something heavy. As he stared at the truck he saw many things, things that weren't real, thoughts and pictures that weren't his own.

He saw a dog that was wandering the area, just escaped the fights, eyes heavy with sins. The dog soon heard the noise of a truck and hid out of sight. He poked his head out and saw a truck roll to a stop in front of him, about fifteen feet away. The truck was black and beautiful. Inside the black truck was a man all in black. The dog watched the man drink something bad. He knew it was bad because after the man had drank it his eyes had rolled back into his head and he never woke up again. The body was there for a while. Then one day, it was gone. But the black truck was still there.

He saw a dog that was heading to the black truck when he heard a ruckus coming from that very spot. He ran over and saw a female golden retriever being torn apart by a brute that was a mutt of sorts. Reminded one of an Irish wolfhound. In anger, the dog attacked the Irish wolfhound and killed it. He then turn to check on the retriever who was now dead from blood loss. This dog had just broken the code of not fighting. He felt sinful.

He saw a cat that had given birth to a litter of kittens under the black truck. A dog found the little family and was fascinated. Everyday he would come and watch them from afar. He wondered if that was what it was like to love and to be loved. He didn't know. This dog had never had parents or a loved one. He like to think it was like this cat and her kittens. One day he came back and there was a dog harassing the mother who was bravely defending her kits unlike many who would abandon them. The dog took down the other dog till it ran away with it's tail between his legs. The dog had broken the code of fighting again. On another day, he came back but the mother and her kittens were gone. Vanished as if they were never there. The dog wasn't fooled though. He smelled cat blood. He found one of her kittens, crying for it's mom. The dog took the kitten and hid it from harm. Tried to take care of it all by himself. One day he came back to find it had choked to death by plastic that humans wrap around cans. The dog felt terrible. He had given the kitten the plastic to play with while he was gone. The dog liked to think of the kitten as his family. No more family.

He saw a younger version of Beate that had two eyes jumping on top of the truck. Another husky, a brute, was on the ground, looking up with worry at her. A dog was watching them from afar. The dog watched Beate slip and fall off the truck and sprain her leg. The other husky started yelling her, filled with worry that she might have died. He seemed to care for her a lot.

He saw a human child in the back of the truck, starving and sick and alone who probably ran away from home. The child was there for days, starving and trying to find food. Why the kid never left was a mystery to the dog. A cat tried to approach the child. The child tried to lure the cat closer before the human made a grab for the cat, apparently having plans to eat the feline. The cat was faster of course and got away. One day the child was too weak to even lift their head up, merely laying in the back of the truck. The same cat the child had tried to eat came back and went over to the child. The child cried and pat the cat who merely purred and stayed there till the child went to sleep. Later the dog found that exact cat, dead from something he didn't know.

He saw more things too. So many things. Good and bad. Korbinian may be thinking of these as things his mind was imaging, but he just realized silently that the dog who witness all of the events in those scenes was none other than himself. Apparently he had a habit of drifting here. For a long time. He's never notice though. He doesn't want to think those memories were true ones, his at that. As others saw this as a place for love, he saw this as a vehicle draped with raven wings covered in ominous grease. Maybe that was why lovers came here. To brighten the place and wipe that ominous grease off. They gave hope to such a dark place.

As Korbinian sat in the rain, staring at the truck, he suddenly heard a voice call out to him, asking why he was here. Korbinian turned his head to see a black three-legged dog, not too many of them around here. He didn't recognize this one. It was a female that had a gorgeous face and pretty blue eyes, not that appearance meant much to him, but he noted it. The dog seemed to be studying him very closely in a way he did not see other dogs do. He found it creepy. She didn't seem intimidated by him, in fact, this dog seemed to have spunk by the looks of it. Her words already made him mentally groan. He made sure not to look at the space where her leg should be and instead focused on the white line of fur that was plastered on the center of her head and trailed down to her nose. He made sure he was not smiling or looking welcoming in the least.

"Do I need a reason?" he asked coldly, though you could tell he was trying to be a bit polite. He then glanced at the truck before looking back at her. this dog made him nervous. Most three-legged dogs did. They made him feel sinful. Korbinian looked at the truck once again, trying to think of something more to say. He felt he needed to say more, that this was a bad silence. Some would say his word choice was poor, but this was what he really felt like saying. Korbinian was a bit of a morbid dog after all.

".....A dog once bled to death here."

[GrayStar51]

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ＷＩＴＨ: ;; bayden
ＭＯＯＤ ;; concerned
ＤＯＩＮＧ ;; talking with bayden
ＷＨＥＮ: ;; afternoon
ＷＨＥＲＥ: ;; alley

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━ ❝ＴＨＥ ＯＮＬＹ ＲＯＡＤ Ｉ'ＶＥ ＥＶＥＲ ＫＮＯＷＮ.❞ ━

ＳＶＥＮ.

Sven smirked at her name. It was different, he liked it. It rolled fluently off the tongue. Bayden. At her suggestion of reproaching the garage and the old dog inside, he chuckled. "Thank you, but no thank you, Miss Bayden. I don't believe I should go back their, at least not today. Maybe by tomorrow his memory of me might have faded." He replied. He looked down to the small pigeon in displeasure. Surely, that was not all she was having to eat tonight. "Miss, if you would like, I have a better meal for you at my shelter. I'm heading there now if you would like to accompany me." He offered.

[Cakewalk]

{Don't apologize! I enjoyed reading it. c: }

☢ Ժ Ａ Ｎ Ｉ
"ｔｈｅ ｆｉｘｅｒ"

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female;; five years old;; com;; no crush;; tagged: Korbinian;; feeling penitent;; 651 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."

⇝ Even from a few meters away, Dani could tell that this male was as lost in thought as she had been. His eyes were in another world, reliving whatever had thwarted him in his past. Her words made those brown eyes transition back to the real world. Those eyes slid down to take in her leg, but quickly made their way back to her blue gaze, settling on her face. Interesting. So many dogs openly gawked and immediately started asking her questions. The worst of them was demanding to know how she was still alive. As if removing a leg was able to kill the strong-willed female.

His voice was cold, but something of kindness stirred inside of it. Already, he was beginning to interest her. Another puzzle to be worked through. And then some more words popped from his mouth, breaking the awkward silence that had started. A dog once bled to death here. Her gaze darted around the muddy, overgrown ground, almost expecting to find the body. But of course, this was a moment in his past, something he had held onto because of the trauma it had caused him. Dani had seen enough dogs bleed to death in her lifetime. Had caused the majority of those she had seen. How many dogs had her teeth killed? Ten? Twenty? She hadn't counted, trying to push away each life that she took, telling herself that it was necessary. But honestly, she could have sacrificed herself to keep those ten or twenty dogs alive. Though, wouldn't they have just been thrown into their next fight and killed? If not her, there was always another dog waiting, another dog to kill her opponent. Scars twirled themselves around her face, chest, legs, and sides, detailing each fight she had, each scratch or bite that a dog left her with. With a shake of her head, she shook the thoughts away.

Clearly, this male hadn't killed the dog in question. His voice was not intended to be threatening, to warn Dani that he could do the same to her. It was remorseful, twinged in a sadness from a painful memory. It was how Dani would talk about Sofie's tearful gaze as she was yanked away from her past life from a man who couldn't see passed his own nose. She wanted to return with, It happens, but she swallowed those words, biting her tongue to keep them from cropping up. Something told her that that would only make things worse for the both of them, and that's not what she was trying to do with her life. She wanted to make the lives of others better, breaking from the life she had led for the passed year of making things terrible for all who met her. But she couldn't let them know she was trying to do that. So she keep her apathetic gaze and moved through the world on the edge of everyone's life, just out of reach so they didn't know her enough to thank her, but close enough to complete little (or big) acts of kindness, only to run back to the outside. She didn't want to be thanked. She didn't deserve to be thanked. She was just making up for the lives that were lost due to her claws and teeth.

"That must have been hard to see," she responded gently. Her nose tilted down to her white toes, ears falling forward. "Death is such a hard thing to watch and gives us such harsh memories. I've always wondered why it's so much easier to hang onto bad memories, rather than the good ones." Her own thoughts struggled to bring something up from this spot that was good, but she was rarely here. "Life is created here, too," she said softly, thinking of the pairs that would come here, too engulfed in love with one another to possibly consider death.

[thejellyfish]

the post for crisis below is kind of foreshadowing. later tonight (probably around 9-10 Greenwich Mean time) i would like for almost everyone to be online through the coming "meeting." please PM me (don't post here) if you can't make it/have a suggestion/question/concern/ect. thank you all (;

.....[ 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's lazy grin spread even wider. he leisurely stood, obviously displaying all his strong muscles that rippled beneath his scarred brindle coat. he then jumped back down the roof, to the dumpster and bounced of with one final push, landing somewhat unsteadily. straitening himself, kade then proceeded to stand closer than what was probably comfortable for the female. he was a good head taller than her, and a bit more rough around the edges when it came to scars. “ nah, i get them with my amazing beauty and flawless personality, he murmured close to her ear. kade was being a creep, again, and unsurprisingly, he didn't care. the brute smirked and slowly sauntered away, finally within a respectable distance of the fae, and tilted his head. “ yeah, i know you. but i can't seem to place a name... raisin? no, uh... a little help? he asked with a cheeky grin.




.....[ 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. "

crisis whipped around at the call of his name from a not-so-unfamiliar voice. so she's back, he thought with a sigh. the brute didn't not like beate, she reminded him of rose, but things were certainly quieter around here when she wasn't. he gave the usual grunt of acknowledgement. i don't have time for this, he thought bitterly. he hadn't seen bayden moving and irritation kicked in at the show pony. “ bayden! he barked. crisis was not one for time-wasting. “ get moving! we- for the second time tht day, crisis stopped mid sentence. an idea had begun to chisel at his old, grumpy mind. he watched as the strange shinnie bolted into the streets and shook his head, quickly changing corse to run to the place where the showpony and bayden were speaking. in a much quieter tone, he spoke “ i need you to gather as many dogs as possible. coms, tarries, even skitzees. i'm holding a meeting at sundown, in the garage. please bayden, hurry, crisis choked on the word please as though it sickened him. the brute was definitely not one for pleading or common curtesy... but something had snapped. zee would be dead in two minutes of the cage life. impossible to last a day. crisis had promised to protect her.. with his last breath if he had to, he'd promised. not wanting to stay and chat, the dog limped off into the alleys deep in thought. he was going to need a lot of back up... but if his plan worked, it would all be worth the struggle. as the brute trodden away, small mutters could e herd if you listened intently. “ ... free them... cage... revenge.

[Small-but_deadly]

Rogue. female. mongrel
The humans ignored her as they caught the other dog, cruelly dragging the small fae into the back of the van. Rogue ignored the barks of Zee that told her to run. Well, she ignored them until the catchers turned to her. At that moment, the tall mongrel turned and sped away, twisting and turning incase she was chased. But soon she stopped, glancing back to see that the humans had obviously thought it wouldn't be worth the chase. Her pale ears and tail were down as she stood still. No dog should be taken by catchers. If they went to the pound, they would often be put down, and if they went to the cages... Rogue shivered at this thought. As the husky-like mutt turned a corner, she saw the leader, not technically the leader but near enough, speaking to another, and heard the word meeting. Loners didn't often attend meetings and such. Still, she had a feeling it might be about what she had witnessed. The taken dog had been a pack members. Unsurely, she took a few steps after the retreating brute. Her steps were slow as she was wary about approaching or going to this meeting.

[FamineMyth]

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

I sighed when Crisis gave me an order. I looked back at Sven. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. One of my pack mates has been captured, and I have to warn the others. If you wait near the garage I'll be back in a little bit, unless you want to tag along." I said quickly. "I am sorry." I said again. I felt rude for just abandoning Sven but I had to do my job. I jumped a little as Crisis came back again, telling me to get moving. "I,m going!" I said, I knew he was worried about Zee and none of us had time to sit around. I took one last look at Sven then the pigeon at my feet before I brushed past the two, racing down the alley way to track down the others.

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gender: female
age: a year and a half
rank: tarrie
breed: ibizian hound

I had nodded at Crisis, and did as I was done. I sat and waited for anyone who came along to tell them what had happened. I stood up seeing a new dog. Gosh the place was crawling with new canines today. I looked at the fae (Rogue) as she approached, flicking an ear back.

[Small-but_deadly]

Rogue. female. mongrel
As Rogue approached, she saw there was a copper-coated, slim looking dog. Probably one of the pack. The pale-coated mutt walked warily over, watching the other fae with her head low, and stopped a few feet away. "Hi," the mongrel said, her voice quiet. Social situations weren't exactly her favorite places, even when she was young she hadn't been outgoing, amd being a loner hadn't really helped this. "I heard there was going to be a meeting...?" she said, trailing off. The fae lifted up her head, perking up her ears, to try and look more friendly. She wasn't actually unfriendly. Rogue was just wary and rather awkward.