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[oh_deer!]

Okay, that's fine.

~Cerberus.~

[Jazz Hands]

Bear

male-dreamer-single

Bear slowly walked through the halls dreadingly.He knew that his first class was obediance.Obedeiance was the worst class to have and so early in the morning it was the most tiring also.He would rather go to the agility even though there were so many other dogs in there in the morning.If he didnt show up to the class on time the robots would slap him then he would whine and the robots would slap him again.Then after obedeiance he would have agility.Then lunch.Then he would have a slight break afterwards they would make him pointlessly chase disks around.Then he had to go to obedeiance again because that was why he was there he had misbehaved.As he walked into the obedeiance room he saw the robots already assembeling the dogs.The main robot came over to and saw that he was late.They slapped him and all he could feel was pain.He started whimpering and they slapped him again.Then one of the robots said sit and he sat imediantly because he didnt want to be slapped again.

[Wings of Freedom]

[ R Y U U ]

Male --- Athlete

Ryuu padded down to the draining arena, his claws clicking against the cool, hard floor. Out of the corner of his eye, He saw Red pull up beside him. "Good morning, Red," he said happily, then allowed the atmosphere mold into a comfortable silence as he and the larger dog walked side by side. Ryuu had quickly picked up that Red preferred silence over incessant chatter, so he learned to hold his tongue around the larger dog. Well, some of the time, anyway. Ryuu noticed Athara flick her ears in greeting as she walked by. After a word of greeting to her, Ryuu turned his attention forward again as he and Red walked into the Agility arena. As was his routine, Ryuu knew that leaping and bounding over obstacles was first. Not that he minded, anyway. To him, any form of fitness never failed to entertain him. "I'll see you later, okay?" he said, peering over his shoulder at Red, before bounding over to where the obstacles has been set up.

[Nightra]

Name: Isola
Gender: Female
Age: 10 Months
Breed: Alaskan Malamute Timber Wolf Hybrid
Rank: Pups
Position: Loner Pup

~Isola~
The cool breeze, seemed to some how finds it way threw this cell and to me. Slowly my eyes opened letting light slowly enter them. I let my eyes adjust to everything, and slowly they did. My grey eyes took in the site of the silver cold metal cells, well that was what I call the kennels. Looking up I notice the robots where coming over to do wake up call. Knowing I would have to get up any ways I stood up. My limbs where not the happiest about it as I stretched out the sore muscles. Yesterday had been a killer on me. My owner had come to this place and asked if I could have a time period for very strict sled training. At first they did not agree but when he presented a large sum of cash, well you could guess what happened. I watched as the doors swung open and slowly I walked out over to a food bowl. I ate away at the food, taking my time. There was no big reason to hurry after all. I looked around at all the other dogs as I ate my food. Dogs, they where all Dogs. I was the only pup here at the moment. Even tho I was a pup I was the size of a full grown medium dog. My breed was meant to be monster dogs. I have a lot more growing to do.

Before I realized, I had finished my food and it was taken away from me. The harsh command word of 'Sit' Echoed before me. My ears curled to take the full sound of it, as I lifted my head up to see the robot before me. The thing of all wires and metal. My lips pulled back ever so slightly. I was really not in the mood to deal with these things today. But I knew there was no point in resisting right now. I heard the word echo again and so I said down. Then that cursed screen appeared before me. It told me I was to be doing Agility training first. Hey at least not more Sled training. Once the robot and screen moved I stood up and headed off, following after the large mass of dogs heading for the same place. There was always a large number of dogs going to agility training.

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Name: Loki
Gender: Male
Age: 2 Years
Breed: Dalmatian
Rank: Bad-dogs

~Loki~
'BANG' the loud banging of the Robot, caused me to jump nearly a foot into the air. I stood there looking out to see the robots doing their wake up call thing. With a small mumble I looked about before exiting the open kennel. Going over to my food I happily ate the dry kibble before looking around again. I was newer here. My owner only had dropped me off about a week ago and already my name of a trouble maker had gotten out. I was thinking about going off to chaise some birds I could see in the distance when I notice a robot come over to me. Even before he commanded to sit, I already had done so. Normally when a robot came over it would mean something was going to happen and normally I enjoyed it. I watched as I was given my first class of the day. Disc training. I smiled happily as I trotted off to the Disc training.

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[No Going Back]

Athara || Female || Mistake

Athara was about to begin practice- seemingly solo. Though the fae had no real objection to this, she was somewhat uncomfortable alone in this large, inviting but wholly wrong arena. Still, there was little she could do about this and waiting would only try the patience of her captors. That would not do, so Athara rose from her seated position and shook out her coarse, sandy pelt. She was irritatingly stiff this morning, and Athara was quite unaware of why this was the case- she had slept in a comfortable position, and had not exercised harder than usual the previous day. Either way, there'd be time to ponder her rapid descent into old age some other time.
Athara noticed the form of another dog approaching...Loki, she believed. Though Athara did not know the Bad Dog well she had no objection to being in his company and wondered if more would follow him. As the dalmation neared, the fae offered a tight smile of greeting but otherwise remained as she was.

[Nightra]

((Bump))

[epicpineapple101]

.::Bengamin::.

.::The Basics::.
.::Name::.
"My name is Benjamin or Ben."
.::Gender::.
"I am a Male."
.::Age::.
" I am about 2 years of age."
.::Species::.
"I am a pure breed Irish Wolf Hound."
.::Position::.
"I am a Athlete."


.::What's On The Outside::.
.::Fur::.
"I have long, grey and silver fur, with a bit of tan on my muzzle and chest."
.::Eyes::.
"My eyes are a light brown."
.::Body Build::.
"I am a very large dog and also very muscular, due to my species whom were built for running long distances and hunting."

.::What's On The Inside::.
.::Personality::.
"I am a very friendly sort of dog, usually being the first one to welcome someone, though I cant seem to like this place very much. I try to make the best out of it, however, doing swimming to keep my mind off of it or just running around to keep myself distracted. I love to show off to the female dogs, usually showing how fast I am or how much bigger I am compared to the the other male dogs, plus it doesn't hurt to win in a competition once in a while."

.::History::.
"I was always the best dog at the shows, usually placing first for my muscular figure, athleticism, nicest pelt ect. I was never not happy, usually getting what I want and eating fresh meat which I caught myself, my owner was a proud man though, and once he knew I could be on TV, he signed me up. " You better behave and make me look good" was the last words he said to me before dropping me off here, I may hate this place but I must do what my owner tells me "

[oh_deer!]

Accepted, but it's been a while since anyone has posted.

[epicpineapple101]

Perhaps we can start it up again? }}

[oh_deer!]

Yeah, that's sounds good. I'll pm the other role-players.