► ► ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｎｃｒｅｔｅ ｊｕｎｇｌｅ. open&accepting

[ātlas]



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► ► ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｎｃｒｅｔｅ ｊｕｎｇｌｅ

Living on the streets had always been a battle for survival. Strays littered the alleyways, mangy mutts with bones protruding through dirty coats && hungry eyes yearning for their next meal. Watching, waiting.

Finding food was a task by itself, and then there was the competition; everyone had the same thought on their mind. Willing to fight && die for a moldy piece of bread.

And then suddenly, they were alone.
Poof - every human in the city disappeared overnight, with no clue as to where they had gone. The strays gathered together and formed packs, gradually spreading their influence throughout the barren wasteland && gaining soldiers along the way to strengthen their numbers. They thrived.

And still, they fought. Still there was starvation; rotting carcasses, nameless dogs and pups curled up tight in eternal sleep as proof of that. Smaller packs were raided and taken over, territory battles were not uncommon, && no captives were taken. The crippled and elderly were left behind to die and fend for themselves.

The city was theirs, but was there really any change at all ?

[ātlas]



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► ► ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ

Plot;;

You're a stray, fighting for survival in the city. It's your job to stay alive and/or contribute to your pack. This means fighting off enemies && rogues, along with foraging for food. Anyone not able or strong is left behind.

Rules;;

•Literacy. Correct grammar&punctuation is required ! ;v ; No one-liners or ridiculously long posts. (pls don't write a novel)
•Forms. Use your own bio. Must include important information, i.e. name, age, gender, pack/loner, appearance, etc. Must be readable//not image heavy.
•Plot. Only join with dogs;; no cats/wolves/etc. ;v ; Wolf-hybrids are allowed, but I don't want an army of them. You may join already in the pack or a rogue joining later on.
•Even genders. I don't want a female-majority.

Rankings;;

Name ;; ♂/♀ ;; played by
Gender count: ---

The leader of the pack & his mate.
♕ Alpha Male: Gabriel ;; ♂ ;; hysteria
♔ Alpha Female: closed

Second-in-command.
♖ Beta Male: open
♖ Beta Female: closed

Tends to the wounded.
♗Healer: open

Protect the pack.
♙ Guards: unlimited

Provide food for the pack.
♘ Scavengers: unlimited

Strays without a pack.
♟ Rogues//loners: unlimited

[ātlas]

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→ ＧＡＢＲＩＥＬ ←

alpha • brute • four y/o • wolf hybrid • ambitious, quick-witted, determined && stubborn

gabriel is callous, rather hardened when it comes to emotions and relationships. he's stubborn, and has a great driving energy and initiative towards a goal. once you've gotten him hooked onto something, it's nearly impossible to steer him away from reaching it.

he's got a strong instinct to protect those under him, especially females and pups; though it may not seem like it. on the downside, he can be very territorial and jump to conclusions easily. he's got a slight problem with respecting authority, especially if he believes the alpha is not fit to the task.

→ ＡＲＩＥＳ ←

rogue • fae • three y/o • collie mutt • defiant, stubborn, cunning, && loyal

aries is a quiet soul with a touch of wanderlust, never being able to settle down in one particular place for more than a month at maximum. she's always moving, doing something; always in constant motion.

she's street smart and knows when to pick her fights and shut her mouth most of the time; though she can be very passionate and stubborn when it comes to her views on certain subjects. if you can get her to drop it, she'll reluctantly agree, though not because you're right. she's very sure you're wrong.

[ātlas]

we're now open&accepting. c:

[mora ;;]

[[ -- May I reserve Beta Male? ]

[ātlas]

sure !! ;v ;

[mora ;;]

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♛ Name>> Smith.

♛ Age ➳ ➳ Two and 1/2 years old.

♛ Gender ➳ ➳ Male

♛ Rank ➳ ➳ Beta

♛ Breed ➳ ➳ Chesapeake Bay Retriever .

♛ Father ➳ ➳ Maximus.

♛ Mother ➳ ➳ Marcia.

♛ Sisters ➳ ➳ Jade.

♛ Brothers ➳ ➳ Spark.

♛ Pups ➳ ➳ None,

♛ Fur Color ➳ ➳ A chocolate brown with velvet highlights.

♛ Eye Color ➳ ➳ Rowan Green.

♛ Nose Color ➳ ➳ Brown.

♛ Coat Texture ➳ ➳ Short and rough, water resistant.

♛ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ

Unlike most typical dogs, Smith have a short-temper. He don't have much patience for beating around the bush- rather, he likes just getting straight to the point. The younger dog has a tendency to snap at naive or ignorant dogs, as they seem to know nothing about what's going on around them. Accompanying his short fuse is my sense of humor, or as some would call it a "sarcastic tongue". He's been known to deal harsh blows when I don't think something is possible. Besides those negative traits, the velvet brute has also been describe as courageous. He's the first one to jump into the fray when everybody else is hanging back, casting around doubtful looks. He never leaves a comrade behind, and never has.

♛ Ｈ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ Ｒ Ｙ

Before the city cleared out, Smith was a water fowl hunting dog. Being the oldest of the litter, Smith's owner picked him from my his prestigious parents, who were fowl dogs of course. During the latter years of his youth, he was taught to track, swim, hold my breath under water, and stalk birds. His whole life revolved around hunting birds. That was, until all of the people decided to scram.Then, his first priority was survival,and it still is.

♛ Ｐ Ｈ Ｙ Ｓ Ｉ Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ

Like most typical Chesapeake Bay Retrievers, Smith has that rough-water resistant coat. Kind of gives him an advantage during these situations. His fur color is a chocolate brown, which sometimes ranges to a red-velvet tint. Going up, his eyes are a hazel-green color, which accompanies the male's face handsomely.As for his build, it's tall and flexible with visible muscle tone- even though he's not a very big dog, swimming kind of bulks me up. He believes it gives him a slight advantage over others- for example, if somebody needs to be roughed up or put in their place.

[thejellyfish]

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..........................(bay - lou - k) ;; loner ;; brute ;; ugly mutt

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no one quite knows what he is... the rumor goes that the last dog who asked was eaten, alive. all that's known or even seen of the old brute is when he occationally shows up, tearing into food, mumbling to himself. everyone thinks he's crazy. bayluke, though, does not care. his mission: find out what happened to the humans, or die trying. bayluke believes that something this odd does not happen for no reason, and something is going on. something big. often lost in his mind, the old brute stays away from the packs, a mutual existence is all he really wants from them. but be warned, the second one crosses his past... well, what's another dead dog?

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..........................(say - j) ;; scavenger ;; fae ;; scrappy pup

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not particularly well-off would describe the beginning of her life. she was a runt, she was weak, she was left to die with her elderly uncle jax who died when she was eight months old. she'd learned on her own how to survive the streets. humans were always the worst. when she had just turned one, sage was snatched by a group of teenage boys, whom beat and tormented her until she finally managed escape weeks later. she'd hated humans since. when they disappeared, sage felt freed. she joined a pack, hoping for a home and a better chance at survival. sage is known for her seemingly endless energy, quick feet, and cautious attitude. a rough lifetime on the streets left her the habit of being constantly wary and alert. she still hopes for something more though.

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..........................(fin - tree) ;; guard ;; brute ;; fallen hero

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finn had it good, really good. he'd had a loving owner, a warm bed, an honorable position, a full belly, car rides, toys, a little girl to protect... and suddenly it all vanished. when the humans disappeared, so did his life. he was still wearing his police-dog badge when his master never came back to take it off after work. the once loved class-clown of the city police dogs was no longer worth anything. weeks went by, and finn grew steadily hungrier and depressed. finally, on a cold january day, instincts kicked in. with only one look back, and nothing but the badge and collar around his neck, the dog left his home for the streets, hunger growing unbearable. time passed, and he was grudgingly accepted into the pack due to his stellar physique and slim extra weight. finn's police background proved useful to the pack as a guard and now he's known as a loyal, independent brute... but he's also considered a lesser for his pet history. occasionally the spark of humor and charm will make its way to his once-joyful face-- but normally fintry is quiet, reserved, ermines sing about his old life and trying not to let the grief if kill him.