ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ (ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴏɢ ʀᴘ; open and accepting)

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Open for business ^-^
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ... ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟᴇss. ᴡʜᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʀᴍ, ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs, ᴅᴏᴇs ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ? ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴs?

ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴀs ᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏɢs ᴏғ ᴘɪᴛᴛsʙᴜʀɢʜ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴇsᴛᴀʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴀɢʀɪᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴʜᴀʙɪᴛᴀɴᴛs' ᴄᴀɴɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇʟᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ - ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ. ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛɪʟʟ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ. ᴏʀ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ..

ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ, ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ᴏʀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ. ᴜɴsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛ ғᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs. ɪᴛ's ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏɢs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ʜᴇʀᴅɪɴɢ, ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇsᴛᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀᴘᴀʀᴛs ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ. ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀғᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs, ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ, ʜᴀʀᴍ ɪᴛ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴜɴsᴘᴇᴀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ. ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Pɪᴛᴛsʙᴜʀɢʜ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ?

ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀ ᴏɴ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ɪᴛ. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ sʜᴇᴇᴘ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴜᴏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴄᴏᴡs ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇss, ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ɪᴛ's ғᴀʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ɴᴏᴡ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ, ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡɴ's ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴡɪғᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ. ᴜɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ - ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ? - ᴛʜᴏsᴇ 'ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀs' ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ғʟᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛs, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴜʀᴍᴏɪʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ.

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴏsᴛ ғᴀɪᴛʜғᴜʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ɪᴛs ᴡᴀʏ ɪᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ's ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏɢs ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. sᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛᴏʀs ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs, ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʟɪᴠᴇs. ʏᴇᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ғᴀɪʀ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ, ᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪsʜ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ғᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ, ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛᴏʀs? ʜᴏᴡ ғᴀʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ɢᴏ? ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴀʏs ᴏғ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ?

Sᴏᴍᴇ Iᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ Sᴛᴜғғ; sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ Pɪᴛᴛsʙᴜʀɢʜ ᴅᴏɢs ᴅᴏ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs. 'ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴄɪʟ' ɪs ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏғ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴏɢs, ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜsᴇғᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴀs ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ. ᴜᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴏғ 'ɢᴏᴠᴇʀɴᴍᴇɴᴛ' ʜᴀs ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀs sᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɴᴏᴡ.
ᴀsɪᴅᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ʀᴀɴᴋs. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʀʏ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢs ᴀs ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴘᴏʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ. ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟᴅ.
ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs, ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴀɴɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀs ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ.

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1. This roleplay is literate. I expect at least a paragraph each post. I understand writers block, I get it a lot myself, but if you continuously say you have writers block throughout the whole roleplay, I'll ask you to leave. I'm hoping for people who will enjoy posting a lot (when they can), and add to the plot with their post. I get typos, not everyone is an English major.

2. Tess' rules obviously apply. Go read them before joining, okay?

3.This roleplay is technically about a minor scale war, so you're probably going to want to at least consider killing off your character eventually. You don't have to, just a suggestion. You can always make another character to replace the one.

4. Yes, romance is alright. Just be smart about it. No two post romances. The usual romance rules apply as well.

5. Just a reminder, we're playing dogs. Normal, everyday dogs. No powers, sparkles, neon colors. Collars and other accessories - sure! We also need a bit of breed diversity. If theres 4+ of the same breed of dog, I'll ask you to change the breed. It's not hard.

6. As long as you get on at least twice a week and post, I'll be happy. I know school is in session for a lot of you, so I'll be gentle on this. I'll give you a few warnings, though. Just message me if you'll be gone for a while! And remember to keep the plot moving!<3

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We're starting with 3-5 traitors. Later on, I'll definitely open it up to more.
Message me if you'd like to be a traitor or councilman ^-^
You are welcome to have as many characters as you feel you can handle, but I'm going to stop you at 4. Also, please keep genders even ;-;


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[size=150]General;[/size]
[list][b]ɴᴀᴍᴇ; [/b]
[b]ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ; [/b]
[bɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; ][/b]
[b]ᴀɢᴇ; [/b]
[b]ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ; [/b]

[size=150]Physical;[/size]
[b]ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ; [/b]
[b]ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ;[/b]
[b]ʙᴜɪʟᴅ; [/b]
[b]ᴄᴏᴀᴛ;[/b]
[b]ᴇʏᴇs; [/b]
[b]sᴄᴀʀs; [/b]

[size=150]Emotional;[/size]
[b]ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ; [/b]
[b]ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ; [/b]
[b]ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ; [/b]
[b]ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs; [/b]
[b]ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏɴ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ; [/b]
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Character list
Name / gender / breed / age / rank / played by
◦  Parker / Fae / New Guinea Singing Dog / 4 years / xx / Kiyoshi.
◦  Tsuki / Brute / Shiba Inu / 3 years / xx / Kiyoshi.
◦ Aristotle / Brute / Doberman Pinscher / 4 years / Traitor / Talin
◦  Damaris / Fae / Australian Shepherd / 4 years / Councilman / Shybear49
◦  Loki / Brute / Tamaskan / 5 years / Traitor / Apocalyptic_Punk
◦  Astryl / Fae / 3 years / English Setter / Apocalyptic_Punk
◦  Scout / Fae / 3.5 years / Australian Koolie / Traitor / Keriae
◦  Captain Rutherford / Brute / 7.5 years / Anatolian Shepherd / Councilman / wolfpuppies
◦ Lupe / Fae / 3 years /   Saarloos Wolfhound / xx / wolfpuppies
◦  Arrow / Brute/ 4 years / Caucasian Ovcharka / wolfpuppies
◦  Bullet / Fae / 4 years / Caucasian Ovcharka / wolfpuppies
◦  Kaitlyn / Fae / 2 years / Chihuahua / white.flag
◦  Lola / Fae / 3 years / Mutt / white.flag
◦  Diablo / Brute / 5 years / German Shepherd / white.flag
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Council;
Damaris "Mars" / Shybear49 / 1
Captian Rutherford / wolfpuppies /
TiiKeri / Khaleesi Stormborn /
Cooper / dodobird959 /
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Traitors;
Aristotle "Ari" / Talin / 1
Loki "Lokes" / Apocalyptic_Punk / 2
Scout / Keriae / 2
Arrow / Caucasian Ovcharka / 2
Bullet / Caucasian Ovcharka / 2

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Bulletin Board;

Traitors are no longer accepted until further notice. C:

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Season;
Spring []
Summer []
Fall []
Winter [X]

Weather;
Cold, windy, snowy. Sun hasn't been out lately.

Other;
N/A

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General;

ɴᴀᴍᴇ; "Just call me Parker."
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ; "I don't think I have one.."
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; "I'm a fae, thanks.."
ᴀɢᴇ; "I'd say about.. 4."
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ; "I'm a New Guinea Singing Dog."

Physical;
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ; Parker stands about 40cm at the shoulder.
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ; 11kg
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ; Parker has short legs and a broad head. Sort of resembles a wild dog.
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ; She is tan, with white underbelly and legs, and dark tan/red on her hind end.
ᴇʏᴇs; Honey brown
sᴄᴀʀs; One on her cheek.

Emotional;
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ;
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ;
ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ;
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs;
ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏɴ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ;

General;

ɴᴀᴍᴇ; "Tsuki no Hikari is what my humans call me!"
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ; "Just call me Tsuki. It's easier."
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; "I'm a brute."
ᴀɢᴇ; "I'm 3 years old."
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ; "I'm a Shiba Inu"

Physical;
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ;
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ;
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ;
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ;
ᴇʏᴇs;
sᴄᴀʀs;

Emotional;
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ;
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ;
ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ;
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs;
ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏɴ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ;

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Open ^-^

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Bump ^^]]

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Bump ^^]]

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ＷＡＫＥ ＭＥ ＵＰ ＷＨＥＮ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＡＬＬ ＯＶＥＲ

Have you ever loved someone so much that you knew that they were the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with? Have you ever been pulled away from the one thing that defines your existence, forced to learn to live in an utterly different world? This story does not have a happy ending. Not yet, anyway.

I was born in a pound. Nothing unusual there, just another mutt in a place full of mutts. From the beginning, I was told that I would add up to nothing in my life. Black coats, the others told me, were a curse in such a dismal place. No one adopted the black-pelted dogs for a reason that no one could comprehend. And in agreement with those words, my mother was killed after me and my siblings were weaned, never adopted to that family she had been waiting for. I started out as an ugly duckling, features too large to fit on such a small thing. It wasn't long, however, that I broke that unforgiving curse. My fur grew out, and I became elegant, proper, and pretty. Thought I do not pride myself on being pretty, it's what got me out of there. It wasn't long before I gained a family, leaving my siblings.

It was with this family that I fell in love. There was a mother and three kids. The mother struggled through life, working two jobs and trying her best to support the three daughters. It was the kids I fell for. The mother was rarely there, and though I felt sorry for her, I never got to know her. I would play with the three girls, chasing sticks and letting them dress me in bows and dresses. Then things changed. A food shortage came to my home, and the humans turned on their loyal pets. My family was different. Though the mother struggled more, she kept me with them, knowing that girls loved me. It didn't us, though.

The mother grew ill, working too hard and not able to take a break for herself. Soon, she was jobless, and the money stopped coming in. Less money meant less food - for everyone, which, in turn, made her sicker. Help didn't come. My lovely owner passed away in the middle of the night. When the kids woke up, they found her body and were whisked away to an orphanage, no longer able to control their own future. I was again taken to the pound for the second time in my life. I thought that this would be the end of it. No one would want me this time. But again, surprise came my way when a man stepped forward and decided he liked the look of me. Now I live out in the country, not a herding dog or a protector, but simply a companion.

I would trade anything to have my previous family back, but while I wait, this isn't the worst thing that I could have been given.

Ａ Ｗ Ａ Ｋ Ｅ---Ｍ Ｙ---Ｓ Ｏ Ｕ Ｌ

"Bad dog!" "No!" "Get down!"

The words have graced my ears more than enough times in my life. I am, indeed, quite sick of hearing
them. I was born to a breeder and bought by a businessman. Aristotle, he named me, after some
ancient man who supposedly owned one of the greatest minds in history. I named myself Ari after
the name became too unbearable to hear, shouted from all parts of my home by my 'beloved' master.
He was an incredibly strict man. I was not allowed to do anything within the home, even as a puppy.
Chewing was forbidden. No toys were provided. After the second time he hit me, I learned where
the bathroom was. Lucky for me, my mind was strong, and I learned his difficult lessons quickly. I
was, to any other human, a good dog. By my first year, I had learned all the common commands after
being put through several obedience classes. I was well-mannered, gentle, and calm. And then
everything changed.

Her name was Dove, and I believe that she came straight from hell. She brought another human with
her, a plump lady with a bad attitude and a dislike of anything that wasn't her precious Dove.
Needless to say, we had problems straight away. Because I foolishly cared for my master, I tried to
ignore her petty insults and insolent jabs. When she started insulting my owner, it became too
much for me to take. Dove finally got the reaction out of me that she wanted. We fought. We
fought often. It was always I who received the punishment, once getting kicked by the woman
who owned Dove. They didn't understand that I was defending my master from her vicious tongue.
She was little, and I was big, and so I was the bad dog.

I'm not sure what happened, but I guess my human decided he no longer cared for me. I thought
it was a mere car ride. There were times I had gone to the vet, and I believed that was where
he was taking me. I was wrong. I was pushed out the car door in the middle of nowhere, forced
to watch as my master drove away, Dove's smiling face peering out the passenger window,
cradled in her woman's arms. I still remember his last words to me.

"This is where being a bad dog gets you."

Now I live off their livestock, taking what I once guarded. It serves my master right. He put me
here. If I had been kept, I would have stayed and guarded the precious livestock. But now, I'm
their worst nightmare.

Name: Aristotle

Importance: Aristotle was named after a

Greek philosopher because of the supposed

intelligence of his breed.

Nickname: Ari

Gender: Male

Age: Four Years Old

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Breed: Doberman Pinscher

Height: Twenty Eight Inches

Weight: Eighty Eight Pounds

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Mate: None

Crush: None

Puppies: None

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Previous Owner: Mark Owen Macleod

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Pack: None

Rank: Traitor

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{Here's my form for now, might add another dog in later I'm just super exhausted and coming down with a bad case of writers block X"D}

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Name: Hi there! My name's Damaris, however i'd prefer to be called Mars. To some it's just a nickname but to me it's my freedom. I had gained it when my owners had first abandoned me.
Age: I am currently four years old, it seems like I've been here so much longer, then again I could just be going on dog years here.
Gender: I sure hope you can tell I am female. That'd be embarrassing otherwise.
Breed: If you all haven't guessed by now i'm a pure bred Blue Australian Shepherd.

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Fur: Describing my fur all together is exceptionally hard, as I mentioned above my fur is a bluish color mixed in with a whole lot of black, white, and brown. It's quite a fancy combination if you ask me. My fur is a long, soft, puppy like feel.
Eye Color: My eyes are a nice chocolate brown that seem to swirl the closer you get to me.
Build: I've got a nice broad chest with a slender like body, I have excellent stamina and can reach incredible speeds when I bother trying.

Ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ Ｄｅｅｐｅｒ::
Personality: I'm quite the interesting fae. I can be quite bubbly and cheeky one minute, the next i'll be a raging storm of fire and ice. If you haven't guessed, yes I am bi polar. It's never stopped me from carrying on in life although, I have found it hard to keep friends like this. Over all in someones first prospective of me you could say I'm a pretty warm and inviting dog. I can be sweet and funny whenever I choose to be and it always seems to relax everyone around me. On a good day i'm probably the nicest dog you'll meet. However, on a bad day you won't be so lucky, those sunny rays will turn to storm clouds. On those days it's just best to stay away from me really.
History: If I really must say I will. I was born into a nice loving family, the first few months of my life I spent eating and sleeping with my other siblings. When it came time that I was old enough to leave my mother I was sold off to this evil family. They signed me up for these show dog competitions and would always scowl and treat me like dirt if I ever lost. That fancy bunch had given me the name Damaris. Now I have to mention, I am not a girly girl. I HATE being dressed up. It was always a nightmare. One day during a competition I bit the person poking around my muzzle and that was it for me. I was shipped off to the pound to await my inevitable death. I had waited until my time was up and as they were leading me to the dreaded back room I sprang and ran for the life of me. That day was a good day for me, the second I hit the road I had decided on going by Mars from now on. And hey! Here I am sitting high up on a throne with the rest of the council.

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Crush: Well I haven't really looked at anyone like that lately.
Mate: I'm a free girl! c;
Pups: Nope but aren't they adorable?
Family: I was sold away before I could ever have really family experiences.

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Name: Hey, the name's Rider. If you dare call me Ry i'll have your head on a silver platter.
Age: I am four and a half years old if that means anything to you.
Gender: Are you blind? I am clearly a male.
Breed: I'm one gigantic Alaskan Malamute. Have fun chewing on that.

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Fur: Well, I've got the markings of a husky but instead of black fur mine is a rather bluish color and is extremely dense. Meaning I get extremely hot during the summer here. Gee, that's fun.
Eye Color: My eyes are an almost grey color but most people like to refer to them as pale blue.
Build: How do I explain this...? I'm massive. I'm an extremely stocky dog with a set of large bones wrapped in sheer muscle. Might as well put wheels on me and call me a bulldozer.

Ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ Ｄｅｅｐｅｒ::
Personality: People refer to me as a pretty cold dude. I can be quite rude and extremely stubborn. There's no use in trying to get information out of me I wouldn't dare tell you even if my life depended on it. See, I don't trust people, at all. Summing it up I keep to myself, I find having friends a huge waste. I only joined this pack because they offer me safety, that's about it. It's quite a shock if you do ever get me to talk because under my thick shell I love to laugh. I guess that'd be the key to winning me over. However not just anyone can do that, I often shun and lock people out the second I see them. I'm not a friendly guy at all and nor do I care to be.
History: Like i'd ever tell you nosy scoundrels. I don't pride myself in throwing out information about myself. My muzzle is glued shut so good luck.

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Crush: I don't find any use in liking someone.
Mate: Like I said before, I don't find use for this.
Pups: Not a single chance on earth.
Family: Hmph, keep your nose where it belongs before I bite it off.