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

[dodobird959]

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➳ Name;;-Wrangler
➳ Gender;;-Male .. Brute
➳ Rank;;--
➳ Tagged;;-Parker ,, Damaris

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The brute's face wrinkled as his grin grew, pulling at the corners of his lips and squinting his eyes slightly as his smile was so big. He was a very social dog who loved to be with others, he could never imagine being alone. He was so happy he had come across their path and now met up with them, his tail wagging. "Nice to see you too, Parker! Same to you Damaris!" He yipped happily, his eyes shining with excitement. "Pretty good, thank you. And you?" He asked in return, the question directed to both Damaris and Parker as he stood before the two pretty dogs. As Parker offered him something to eat, he stepped back, "No, no! I'm fine, though thank you." He said, politely declining her generous offer. Though indeed he could always go for some food as his muscular body needed something to keep him going and there wasn't much nutrition from the scraps he would find in the trash, he wouldn't dare gobble down their well-earned food. It was theirs and he knew it, but indeed he appreciated the invitation to eat and how nice it was for them to sacrifice their sugarbread for him. Besides, he had enough to keep him going and his stomach wasn't growling, so he was sure he'd be a-okay for at least a few hours. "Fine morning, isn't it?" He noted, even though it was winter and he shivered every so often. His breed was created in a hotter climate, and though his snowy white coat may trick some into believing he was made for this cold weather, it was really so that the humans could see their dogs on the open lands. Wrangler never met another dogo argentino with a coat different from his, unless it was a mix. Thinking back both parents held the colour, and so did all his brothers and sisters. Kind of like a yellow lab thing, of course all would be yellow.
But his light coat didn't catch much heat of whatever sunlight could trickle through the clouds, and his fur was not nearly as thick as perhaps a husky or german shepherd. But so far he could make it through the winter, and hoped that this season he would pull through as well.

Even though he didn't have the comfort of a warm house to go to, he had managed to create a bed which helped him keep most of his body heat using a pile of flattened sweaters and cloth.

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➳ Name;;-Cooper
➳ Gender;;-Female .. Fae
➳ Rank;;-Council
➳ Tagged;;---

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The speckled female's ears perked to the sound of a bone-chilling howl, that of a Traitor by the name of Loki. She lay her ears back for just a moment before she moved forward again, one paw swinging forward after the other to press against the solid concrete on her journey for a meal. Her stomach was beginning to really bother her, the pain of hunger aching within her and the constant groan of her tummy, constantly reminding her of the lack of food.

Quickening her pace, eager to find food she finally approached a small grocery store, that she had never visited before. She could only guess how the staff would treat a stray. She went around back and found a door, where humans were scarce and she was relatively safely away from them. She sat back and lifted a pack, her dull-from-walking claws scraping the door and making a faint noise. She hoped the humans would hear her, and also hoped they would throw her maybe some old bagel, or if lucky, a little meat.

[wolfpuppies]

((I'm so sorry all. We got a ton of snow yesterday and I had to go out in it thanks to a problem that arose with the dogs I was watching. Now either my asthma is flaring so badly that I'm coughing harshly every minute or so - or I am starting to get the flu my brother had. I've been ordered to bed rest for tonight and have a doctor appointment in the morning. Ideally I'll have all my dogs' replies up shortly after that.
Again I'm extremely sorry about this inconvenience, since I know a few people are waiting on me. I feel absolutely terrible about this.))

[wolfpuppies]

((Sorry again for the long wait all. Found out I most likely have the flu, so I'll try to still be on my laptop regularly enough to get in replies ^^'))

Captain Rutherford
Male ... Anatolian Shepherd ... Councilman
In the company of his flock, human, and Astryl.
Ready to call another council meeting.
Not in any relationship.

Captain nodded his head briefly upon hearing the female's comment about the humans. His master and family, too, had been on edge because of the problems with the dogs-turned-traitor. The only reason why the oldest male in the household hadn't gone into town was due to the flock needing to be cared for. It's not like they could just leave the herbivores to starve or thirst in the barn for the day. If he remembered correctly, though, the older dog had heard the younger adults volunteering to go to the town's meeting in Morris's place.

As they were finishing the first circle around the gate, the male paused. He was just about to answer Astryl's first question when everyone seemed to freeze. A howl, not too far off in the distance rang out - piercing through the quiet morning. Growling low in his throat, Captain glared in the general direction of the sound. "It was, it's too full of hatred to be one of our own." He rumbled before puffing out a sigh. "We're likely to have another meeting soon and I figure then's when we'll decide what our best course of action will be." Before he decided to continue their conversation, the Anatolian pad toward the flock - who weren't paying any mind to the human shepherd trying to calm them down.

"Calm down, calm down." He called out, making sure not to bark loudly so as not to further spook his charges. "That dog's a long way off and that wasn't a hunting call. He isn't coming for any of you - and he won't get to you, even if he did. Don't forget that you have Morris and I here to keep hunters at bay." He spoke out, walking among them. Many of the sheep and goats still shuffled about nervously, some anxiously searching the horizon. After he'd walked through their tight circle, murmuring comfort the whole time, Captain finally managed to calm them down for the most part. Morris patted his head in thanks and began to lead the sheep to a farther corner, hoping that they would eventually distracted themselves with grazing.

Now on high alert, he padded quickly back to the female waiting for him. "If another council member doesn't call for a meeting tonight, I'll make sure to have one tomorrow. We can't allow them to keep on like this, especially with Winter still full force." His eyes narrowed as they gazed at the wooded area that lay a ways from his own farm. "I'll make sure something gets done about these traitor dogs, don't you worry Astryl." He turned back to the Setter, hoping to convey the sincerity of his words.

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Lupe
Female ... Saarloos Wolfhoud ... Pack Member
Wandering around, near Rogue.
Itching for a change in the weather.
Completely fine with being single.

Finally finished checking her humans' property, Lupe paused. Standing proudly and alert, she gazed over the fields of snow from the little hill she'd ended up on. From here she could see several farms, the flat white expanse of the ground broken up by cows, sheep, and some dogs and their humans. Beyond that she could see the actual town, full of shops and some more houses; there, more people moved about, thanks to the snow being cleared more along the streets and sidewalks. Off to the side, she could see just the outer edge of the forest with bare-branched tress sagging under the heavy weight of the wet snow.

Head tilting, Lupe listened to the angry howl that rent the air. Once it was just echoes, she curled her lips and bared her teeth at the empty space around her. It was thanks to ownerless dogs like the male who'd called out and others who were likely with him that humans eyed her - and some of the other farm dogs - with distrust and wariness. Although she wanted to call out a challenge to the traitor-dog, she swallowed the howl that built up in her throat. Now was not the time to act without planning. She'd wait to hear the council's decision - as a pack would fair far better than a lone dog. However, if they ultimately decided not to act, and leave things to the humans, Lupe would act on her instincts and show the traitors just what they were getting themselves into.

Shaking extra snow from her coat, the female leapt from her spot on the hill and bound back down. Might as well head near town. Disliking being in the actual shopping area, the dog-who-looked-more-like-a-wolf tended to stick to just the fringes. That's where she usually could find at least one, if not more, dogs walking about. With long strides, she pushed through the snow easily with her broad chest. It wasn't long until Lupe found what she'd been looking for. Another dog. "Rogue!" She barked, hoping to be heard. Thanks to the traitor situation, she'd been forced to actively try to socialize more with the dogs in the community. Some still found it weird, since she'd kept to herself most of her time living with her humans. Lupe didn't blame them for such thoughts. Slowing down, she loped toward the dark red-brown Kelpie, her tail swaying behind her briefly in a friendly manner.

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Arrow - Bullet
Male-Female ... Caucasian Ovcharka ... Traitors
With one another, Scout, Aristotle.
Planning to fill their stomachs.
No interests toward any others.

Arrow sighed as Rider and Aristotle came to a grudging agreement to split the deer among the three dogs. While it was the wisest decision to keep them from fighting amongst themselves, he knew that he'd not hear the end of agreeing to such a compromise from his sister. I'll just have to tolerate it and explain it to her later. Just as the thought crossed his mind, he realized that the darker coated female was still preparing to attack Scout. "Bullet, stop!" He barked out sharply. And it worked, barely in time. Ignoring the other dogs, he circled around Scout and pad up to his littermate.

Bullet snarled back at Scout, her body hunching as she prepared to leap at the smaller female. There was no way she'd let a pipsqueak like her talk as if she were better than the larger dogs. Eyes flashing dangerously, she gathered all of her strength behind her and was just about to leap when her brother's sharp bark had her locking up and glaring his way. Flashing her teeth at her brother, she let him walk up to her and snapped her jaws close to her cheek when he tried to nudge her; the tactic used to work, when they were pups, getting her to behave at least slightly better than she had. But that was when he was still bigger than her and had the advantage; now she did and she wouldn't let him push her into listening without complaint.

Not bothering to flinch at Bullet's warning, the male turned back to the two dogs that remained. "We'll agree to this compromise - for now. Everyone will need to be in their best shape this Winter." He sighed. For he too thought that Scout should be taught her place, challenging two larger dogs without thinking of the consequences. "Humans and their pets will be after us, thinking us weak in the snow. It is better to keep our anger for those times, to keep us warm as we work to stay alive out here." Grabbing the doe easily by the throat, he shifted his weight to better drag the dead animal. "Come on, it's better to eat in cover than out in the open where we'll stand out in this snow and ice." Not bothering to check behind him, he pad away, knowing Bullet would surely follow him; and not caring whether Aristotle or Scout decided to follow or not.

[solstice.]

{ Adding some action in here c; }

Damaris

{Female, Council member. Tagged: Parker and Wrangler}

The wind picks up slightly sending a shiver down her spine. Perking her ears as she listens to the nice brute's reply she nods in understanding. "Ah that's quite alright, if your ever hungry though let me know, I'd gladly share." she replies her warm eyes flicking across the street at a slight movement. A cat disappears into a trash can resulting in a small giggle from her as her eyes once again return to the conversation realizing Wrangler had begun to speak again. "Oh, I'm doing quite well actually, I took a tumble a few days ago but I finally feel well enough to run around town again." Damaris didn't quite like sympathy, she wasn't much of an attention hog and often focused all her attention on others rather than herself. But she would always be honest in speaking. Her eyes flick from Parker to Wrangler observing the two dogs she's been lost in conversation with. They both had rather short fur, I mean she herself didn't have very long fur either but she had more than these two, they must be freezing. Snapping out of her mind she once again replies to the brute's question "Oh my, well I guess it's nice out despite the chilly winds. I wouldn't exactly call it fine in how it's gone though, those traitors are stirring up trouble again. Me and Parker are thinking about calling a meeting, we're on our way to speak with Captain and Astryl right now actually." Letting her words hang in the air she slowly lifts her right paw off the ground it having grown rather sore from standing there. Not wanting to worry the other two of her capabilities she places her paw back down and settles with applying less pressure.

Rider

{Male, Traitor. Tagged: }

Paws thunder against the ground kicking up snow in their wake. The lone doe sprints through the cover of the trees trying to lose the large dog. Rider speeds up winding through the trees as he presses on further slowly gaining on the deer. Leaping hastily at the poor deer he snaps at it's legs hoping to trip it up. Stumbling slightly the doe makes a sharp right soaring over the frozen pond skidding to the other side it's hooves thundering off. Unable to stop in mid jump his large paws slam into the thin layer of ice it pulling apart under him plunging the large brute into the freezing water. A yelp escapes from deep inside the large dogs throat as he sinks under. The icy cold hits him like a volt of electricity his dense, and now soaking wet coat weighing him down in the water. With two large pushes he surfaces from the water his paws clawing desperately at the ice trying to grab hold. He was a snow dog, not a water dog. This was something the male had not been prepared for.

[Keriae]

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female :: koolie :: traitor

She admitted, grudgingly, that splitting the cooling carcass was the best idea, although she was not grateful for their supposed "help". She could have caught that deer on her own, without their cumbersome bodies getting in the way, and then she would have been able to have the whole thing for herself. Why they stilled denied that she was there first, that the corpse of the white tailed deer was not her own and that it owned to them was beyond the young koolie. Did she have to spell it out for them? Were they so thickly skulled that they couldn't see past their own noses and stare at the truth?

Yet it was not worth, in her eyes, to even share. She'd killed the thing, hadn't she? Just because they were bigger and fatter didn't mean that they had more right to a meal that one of them hadn't even done anything to get! Scout crouched low as the female of the pair prepared to leap at her and remained in that position as the fae's brother stopped her from doing anything. Stepping back, the koolie let Arrow pick up the dead ungulate by the throat and watched with narrowed eyes and a wrinkled muzzle as he dragged it away. "You know what, fatty? Keep it and improve that insulation you have under your skin!" There was no point in even trying to share the carcass: by the time the two herding dogs were done with it, there would likely be nothing left. And if there were, it would just be scraps, nothing of value. She wouldn't even waste her time with them.

Turning away, Scout pricked her ears and focused her head towards the snow, listening intently. There had to be a vole or two somewhere nearby for her to catch. Only a mouthful, but it would still keep her going. "Ari, do you fancy a tasty vole for breakfast?" She questioned, not moving her skull the slightest inch. The herd of deer would be long gone and Scout really didn't feel like getting below all the wool of a sheep just to feed.

[Khaleesi Stormborn]

Name: Rogue
Rank: Pack Member
Gender: Fae
Age: 4 years.
Tag: None.

Rogue was enjoying her walk up the street, the warm early morning sun warming her damp coat. She blinked and paused thinking she'd heard her name, turning her head left then right she finally spotted Lupe, waving her own tail in greeting she turned to face the larger dog. "Well Howdy there Lupe!" She said in that ever cheerful way of hers. Her tail waving up over her haunches as she waited for the taller dog to catch up. "How are you today?" She asked taking a seat on the side of the road, watching as a car drove by, this one didn't slow down, but some did until the recognized her. Even with being a farm dog, she was relatively well known in town. She let her tongue loll out as she waited for a response panting softly, watching the white mist of her breath disperse in the sky. She'd heard the male howl off in the distance, but she had less of a concern for her three charges, Bruno the bull would handle any dog that tried for her cows. But she did agree with the others those traitors needed to be stopped.

Name: Tiikeri &River
Rank: Council member/Pack member
Gender: Brute/Fae
Age:2 years
Tag: in town

[V for Kiyoshi]

-snip-

Oh god, heart wrenching ;-;
Definitely accepted! ^-^
Also glad to see wolfpuppies is back c: I hope you have a short recovery ^-^

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"I'm good. Can't complain too much." Finally her tail died down a bit, and now it was just slowly rocking back and forth, her light brown tail fur making a few marks from a high snow drift to her side. "Are you sure you won't have any," she asked, motioning to the bread between their jaws. "There's more than enough, and we were going to give it to Captain and Astryl anyways. They wouldn't mind a bite missing, I'm sure." Glancing over the large brute, she had to admire his strength to stand not living inside. She didn't know what she would do without a 'doggy bed'. She said nothing, though. She didn't want to rub it in or come off as a snob. A cold chill hit them, and her fur bristled slightly. "Yes, those traitors are giving us dogs and our humans a run for our money." She growled quietly, the thought of them killing their livestock and stealing whatever they could from the dogs whose job it was to protect the herds. Hearing Mars say something about Captain and Astryl, her ears perked up. "Oh yeah, I had almost forgotten. We were going to the fields. Care to join us, Wrangler? It's not that far, as you know. Only a short distance down this road." Her dark brown eyes glanced towards the farm houses, and looked at the big, old barn that held all the livestock.

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ＮＡＭＥ ;; "My name is Xena.
It's pronounced zee-na"

ＮＩＣＫＮＡＭＥ;; "Is Xena really that
hard to remember?"

ＡＧＥ ;; "I'm approximately 4.5 years old"

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ ;; "100% Female, though
I am spayed."

ＢＲＥＥＤ ;; "American Bully."

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ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ ;; Appearence: Bitter,
Cold, Hard Headed, Strong Willed, Independent Hurt.
On The Inside: Sensitive, Tender Hearted, Caring.

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ＦＡＭＩＬＹ ;; "I had two brothers
and two sisters. I haven't seen them since I
Was adopted."

ＣＲＵＳＨ ;; Open.

ＭＡＴＥ ;; Open.

ＰＵＰＳ ;; "I've had three litters.
I'll leave it at that because I don't want
to relive it,"

ＰＡＳＴ ＣＲＵＳＨ ;; "What is in the
past, stays in the past. It doesn't need to be
dug up."

ＰＡＳＴ ＭＡＴＥ ;; None.

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humans have not been in my best interest for the past few years. Unlike most dogs around here, I have come from some of the most vile, unheartening, situations known to man. The fighting ring. For most of my life I was shown no love. No compassion. Nothing. The only time I saw the light of day was when it was my turn to either train or to fight to the death, only hoping to come out strong to see another day. The humans that owned me only thought of themselves. They made me do the dirty work and the. They pocketed the money that I won them. They weren't thankful. If I was lucky enough to loose and survive, which has only happened once, they would beat me and push me harder. I learned the first time not to loose anymore. My days usually consisted of trying to lay down in a cage that was far too smal to house a dog like me, waiting for my turn. Most of the time I had to stand, which isn't so fun. I would often have small, painful cuts on the pads of my feet from the wire bottom of my cage. I slowly made my way to being their top money maker, yet they never rewarded me for any of it. The only time I actually got a break was when I was taken off the roster to fight to be bred. Only to produce innocent pups that had no choice but to grow up in the filth that I did. You can trust me when I say it was a living hell.

Fortunately, the authorities caught wind of what was going on in that dreadful warehouse and they rescued us. Only, for some, they came too late. They took us back to a shelter where they put us in groups. The injured, the aggressive, and the ones that were just happy to be alive. I was injured so they sent me to the clinic to be looked at, though I don't remember anything after that. I was told by other dogs that they had to tranquilize me so they could look over me. After about a week they sent me back to the shelter. The enclosure I had was nice, but I wasn't much better than the cage I was in. The concrete floor was cold and the only thing I had was a small bed that looked like a cot. Once I was well enough I was able to go outside in a small courtyard that when I made my escape. I dug under the fence and left. I was leaving the past behind me and I wasn't coming back. I'm pretty sure some of us will not be able to recover from our traumatic experience. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to fully restore my trust in the humans. I want nothing to do with them. And to repay them for what they made me suffer through, I kill their livestock. I am referr to as a 'Traitor' but, if you came from the place I lived my whole life, you'd understand why.

[dodobird959]

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➳ Name;;-Wrangler
➳ Gender;;-Male .. Brute
➳ Rank;;--
➳ Tagged;;-Parker ,, Damaris

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Tail wagging, he dipped his head in submission as they offered once again. "No, but thank you very much." He said happily, truly honoured to be worth their time. Food, at least the food Wrang knew of, was hard to get and winter made it even more scarce. He was happy that they managed to get something to feed themselves, surely they would get through the winter. Wrangler would never be able to stand the thought of someone dying off, whether from the bone-chilling cold or from a fight with a Traitor. "Oh my, well I'm glad it's getting better!" He yipped to Mars, glancing down at her paw for just a moment before returning his eyes to hers, listening to the words that floated around the three. He nodded his head, letting her know he understood, and turned to Parker as her sweet voice strung words from her lips. He was glad she was doing good, and again his head bobbed up and down, confirming his decision on declining the loaf. "It's alright, they probably need it more than me." He smiled, his kind eyes twinkling. As she invited him to join the two on their journey to the fields, he replied "I'd love to." He joined by her side, ready to travel as a course of shivers shot through his spine, feeling almost like a lightening bolt. He fell still for just a moment, recovering before he was ready to get moving.
He hadn't mentioned anything about the Traitors. He actually didn't mind them too much... In fact if he were hunting prey he could be considered one. That's what kept him from trying out to be part of the Council, that and the fact he was very happy with just being part of the pack. He was surrounded by trustworthy dogs and never took that for granted. The thing he didn't like about Traitors was the fact they slaughtered farmers' livestock, which most dogs of the pack had a job to protect. And who else would the farmers blame? Wrangler assumed the humans' anger would be directed to their guarding dogs. Wrang didn't feel it was fair for the Traitors to let the dogs be blamed. He didn't mind if they were to hunt squirrels or something, just not the animals of farms. He had never told anyone his opinion on the Traitors for he feared being rejected and cast away if they got the wrong idea. Eating the livestock was wrong. But hunting wild rabbits or something, Wrangler thought was fine. He also thought it was horrible if a dog was to eat a pet such as a cat, and maybe even a small dog if it's killer is cruel enough. He shivered at the thought.



[Cooper is open for anyone :3 ]

[V for Kiyoshi]

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Xena is accepted, Hoofbeats. Next time though, please ask before making a traitor c:
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And that's it. We're full of traitors now c:

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"Well, if you're sure," she said quietly, and looked down the road again. She had a feeling something would happen soon, and she didn't want to miss it..Whatever it was, anyway. Nodding in agreement about the foot, she howled quietly in agreement. "Me too, glad to see Mars is finally well enough to pay us little folk a visit." Wagging her tail slightly, she brushed the side of Mars to show she was kidding." Hearing that the brute would come with them, her tail wagged a little more. "Oh good, I'm sure the others will be happy to see you as well. It feels like days since we all got together." Glancing towards the fae, she narrowed her eyes a bit at the foot for a split second. Her paw must be tired if she isn't putting any pressure on it. "Are you sure you'll make it, Mars? Once we get there you can rest on a hay bale, and we can hold the meeting there," Parker suggested with a cocked head. Picking up her loaf of bread, she set off with the other dogs.

Sorry it's so short ;-; Writers block ;-;