Guard Dogs (Medieval Fantasy Dogs) Accepting

[Dracowolf]

Tucked away from time itself is the land of Etrain. Known for beauty and magic, Strain is the home of several small towns and kingdoms. The greatest of these kingdoms is Athax which ruled over the settlements in Red Hawk Forest, along the winding Dragontail River that spills into the falls and down to Dragonmaw Lake. Athax is the largest kingdom in Etrain, having the best mines and farmland that give it wealth. Athax has many castle nobles reside with but the greatest encompasses the city of White Drake. Here is where the royal family resides along with a vast population of every occupation. Being a large kingdom of wealth has its drawbacks, it is what draws attention.


The people of Etrain have special dogs that help to keep the peace, these dogs have tapped into the magic of the land itself to protect the humans they live beside, after all, dogs are man’s best friend. The dogs are ranked by the human they live with, the King’s dog is a King, where a peasant’s dog is a peasant. Each dog possesses a different magical ability. Some can shapeshift but still remain dog-like, some have wings to scout, others control elements, some change their size or state, some are strong, others are fast, some have more than one power, all are unique in their own way. This is how peace was maintained.

Until dogs started to go missing. Knights of the kingdom have kept the peace with the human side, but this is something the dog side needs to handle. The knights and armies can't search for the missing dogs, so it's up to the dogs to figure out what to do next. With obvious divides in their positions in the kingdom, and the fact that many are afraid.

The question is, what will you do?

[Dracowolf]

This RP will be of course centered on the dogs of the world. As stated they have powers, and their status is decided by who they belong to. The human characters won’t be used much except in passing, so the dog of the King, will act as a King or an alpha, nobles act as deltas, apocrathy are healers, and so on.


All dog breeds will be allowed, you can have as many characters as you can handle.
Power wise though, pretty well any power is allowed but the stronger the power, the more I expect your character to have a weakness. Multiple powers are allowed but then they need to have rather serious weaknesses, and trust issues don’t count as a weakness.


In no way are the dogs expected to start acting like a pack. A dog of a peasant, farmer, or outlaw, doesn’t need to show respect to the king, but the knights and nobles are expected to show respect to the King, that doesn’t mean they have to.


To keep things simple we’ll be keeping things working like so:
There will be a king, but for the queen position it will act like any Alpha Male and Female position, thus mates.
Princes and Princesses are allowed but they don’t need to be related to the King dog, instead they take up a spot of the betas.
Deltas are other nobles, and there can be 3 plus their mates at any time.
Knights are fighters they are unlimited, the leader fighter though is Captain of the Guard.
Healers and apothecaries there can be 3.
Outlaws - Thieves and the like. Stray dogs are considered outlaws.


You are not limited to these ranks. An archer might have a dog and thus while that dog isn’t a knight it’s still a soldier. Peasants have dogs, blacksmiths have dogs, if it fits in the world go for it. The rank system is more of a class system more than anything, a higher class, middle class and lower class within a monarchy setting.

Pup wise, there won't be a real limit, but that doesn't mean make 10 pups. Pups will fall under the class system only, they are either Higher class - Those from the castle, Middle Class - Those who belong to someone with important jobs. Lower Class - Peasants, stable hands, farm hands, no owners.


All characters forums should be taken to the character section.

[Dracowolf]

General RP Rules:
1. Don’t god mode, don’t power play, don’t gary sue or mary sue

2. Use logic. The Captain of the Guard won’t lose in a fight to a peasant in fact they won’t take much damage at all. That being said be fair in a fight, if you’re evenly matched someone should get hurt. Also if there’s something bad going on, you won’t be able to handle it alone, I’ll make sure you get out of a deadly situation but if you turn around and go right back into it, your character will die.

3. You won’t be able to beat main villains alone, if you were able to do that then there is no threat. So it’ll take multiple people to do it.

4. Characters should be in the discussion and character forum rather than this one.

5. This is in the semi-lit and literate section for a reason. I expect good spelling and grammar. I do not expect perfection but I expect a clear try. As for length, I do not post limits, and the reason is everyone has a different muse level from day to day. I will often post at least one to two paragraphs myself, but I will not hold anyone to those standards. All that you MUST do, is provide people something to work with.

6. I will give a chance for people to reply, and it would be nice if everyone else does the same. If you notice that it’s just you and one other person posting a lot in one night, you might want to take a break to let others catch up.

7. Real Life will always come before RP, so put it first, you will never be punished for doing so.

8. This RP will follow a plot, but go ahead and create all the side plots you want, as long as they don’t harm the main plot and make sense at the time and also won’t overshadow someone else’s plot. For example: If a character is captured and everyone needs to save them, don’t decide to suddenly have a leg injury so you can try to force someone your character likes to help them.

9. Be respectful of others.

[Dracowolf]

Natalia "Talia" and Bane
Noble Doberman and Servant Caucasian Shepherd

Talia stared out the window of the coach they traveled in. A few guards lingered around outside but considering it looked like they weren't trying to keep watch, they seemed useless. Talia gave an annoyed flick of her ears and went to looking across to the young man and dog across from her.

Bane and his owner had served Talia and her master for a few years now. The young man had become the most trusted servant as he owed his life to the noble. For this reason the man and his dog were allowed to ride inside rather than outside, as then the noble could discuss topics on his mind to someone without risking the information being used against him. Bane certainly didn't mind riding inside, when able he was never far from Talia's side, often being her voice of reason.

The group was on the road towards a village that had a trade dispute with the city. The noble being a diplomat, despite his undiplomatic dog, could sort it out. Talia was just more annoyed that they were getting near the sea, she was not a fan of the salty air, though she didn't let that show.

[Alledowaya]

(Oh near the sea are you? Lol... I won't have the twins pillage just yet... would be weird to do that this early.)

Geri and Freki
Viking Irish Wolfhound twins.

Traveling as a pair was always safer than alone, and the twins pretty much stuck to that rule. The two big wolfhounds were headed back home after romping in the forest. Their human was a heavily muscular man and by the sound of his whistle he was about to set sail. Their pounding paws dug little holes into the dirt behind them, coming up onto the beach, they bounded up to the small ship and leapt over the railing. Finally having time to catch their breath Freki communicated with Geri, "where do you think we're off to now?" To which the black dog turned towards her and replied, "probably another scouting mission as we attacked a fishers hut last week." Their human traveled across the deck and gave them both a pat before walking up to the wheel to set off.

[Dracowolf]

Natalia "Talia" and Bane
Noble Doberman and Servant Caucasian Shepherd

Natalia stepped off the carriage, looking around at the people of the streets. The air smelled of fish, and an odd almost off leather like scent, that of fish that was dried in salt. Needless to say, she was not a fan of it. Her master was the next out, followed by Bane and the young man who owned him. Natalia didn't really pay much attention to those who approached, speaking quickly about the fish and the trade agreements, all of which held no concern to her. IF any were any danger, she'd care then, but really a place like this wasn't worth much to her. So, she started off, to get away from the men who smelled of fish and sweat. Bane followed her without much question, he always did, that was normal. She walked off the stone path that the carriage came on, and onto the dirt path. Calling it a dirt path seemed an almost insult though, as it was wet and caused each step to leave a deep print, not something she enjoyed doing. She kept walking until she found a dry spot to stop and look at Bane. "I really hate fishing villages."

"You do hate most things," Bane commented with a smirk, "Or at least you claim to."

"Well, I really hate fishing villages. I'll smell like fish for a week after this."

"And I'll smell like fish for three weeks."

"And I'll keep my distance from you once that happens."

"No you won't."

[iceland.]

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xxxage five years
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xxxrank Archer's dog
xxxbreed borzoi
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Long legs gracefully walked through the dense forest floor. Leaves that lay dead and decaying, brown with age. White ears were perked listening to the sounds around, the birds singing in the trees, mice scurrying in the underbrush, rabbits dashing away in fear. She loved it all. Lifting a dark nose into the air, the light scent of the ocean met her nostrils. A long tail with flowing fur lowly began to wag from side to side as the dog’s brown eyes began to shut. The ocean with bright blue waves and the sun reflecting off the water that crashed against the light sand that sunk beneath the weight of her paws was pictured in her mind. Aspen opened her eyes and began a brisk jog towards the beach. Her jog quickly became a sprint, now running through the forest with the wind in her fur, Aspen began pick up more and more speed until her body was only a blur with wind trailing behind her. The borzoi’s legs moving so fast it seems impossible. It felt like flying to aspen as her paws barely touched the ground with each graceful step. In what felt like moments aspen’s feet went from the decaying leafy ground to small grains of sand that were kicked up behind her. The tree line broke and the ocean with powerful waves appeared. A vast body of water like the sky. No beginning and no end in sight. In the distance the figures of at least two other dogs and carriage could be seen farther down the beach. Wondering who it was on the beach aspen lowered her head and began to creep towards them taking slow carful steps. Shallow paw prints were left in the sand, however they only looked like small divots in the sand. Her brown eyes focused on the group as she moved around them in a large circle in hopes of not being spotted, but the beach had no brush, no trees and no grass to hide in. Aspen soon managed to get close enough to see the carriage clearly and noticed it was the noble’s carriage. The dog then stood straight now her full height even from a distance aspen knew she was taller than the Doberman. She smiled and began to walk down the beach towards the small fishing towns in hopes of some free food.

[Scottish9]

Malcolm stood on a raised walkway, stubby front legs braced on the railing. He watched as carts, people, horses, and carriages passed along the streets under the walk. One carriage in particular caught his attention; it was a noble's, and it was thoughtlessly decorated. "Rolling thief-bait," he muttered as it trundled by. He continued to watch it, but his attention was diverted to the two dogs that departed from it, a doberman and a sheepdog. He ran towards the guardhouse, so focused on his self-ordained mission that he ran straight into his brother. Angus growled, then dropped his forequarters when he realized it was Mac. But Mac just brushed by.

[haru ;]

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age; five yearsxxrank; princess's dogxxbreed; scotch colliexxcrush; openxxtagged; aspen, talia, bane

Silky fur seemed to ripple beneath the warm embrace of sunshine, as a graceful figure bounded across the vast expanse of pristine beach, her paws throwing up a fine spray of sand. The salty sea breeze was sharp and whistling in the air, curling around her ears and beckoning her towards the tranquil waters. Astra loved the thrill and feeling of getting in touch with nature. All the smells of the magnificent ocean and crumbling sand and the shrill cries of circling gulls overhead relaxed her entire being. This, to Astra, was what it really felt like to be alive, to be free. Flicking her flowing tail, the svelte scotch collie slowed to a brisk jog, her eyes closed. In her mind's eye, she could just envision small splashes of water as she loped into the ocean, feeling the sand shift underneath her paws, the sun glowing casting soft rays across the surface. With her ears pricked and keen, she opened her eyes once again and slowed her pace completely, padding into the shallow waters near the lime of the shore.

The sapphire waters topped with creamy white foam swirled around her ankles, whispering as they cradled her paws gently. She lowered her head near the water surface. Most of the trail of shallow imprints that Astra had left behind were peeled away by the waves breaking against the sandy shore. Astra immersed herself inside the rhythmic movement of the ocean, her tail swaying from side to side in sync. Her nose drinking in the crisp morning air. As she turned her head away, she caught sight of a carriage in the distance. A noble carriage. It was decorated rather lavishly, and Astra could not help but wonder if it its presence in a common fishing village would attract thieves. Curiosity piqued, Astra shook her paws free of the water and padded towards the carriage with a graceful gait. Two dogs departed from it - a Doberman and a sheepdog. Her observant gaze also espied a borzoi creeping around the other corner of the carriage. Tilting her head slightly to one side, Astra contemplated the fact that she had only caught flashes of this borzoi once or twice before, but had never quite had a conversation with her.

From first sight, Astra could see that she and the Doberman noble were about the same height. Astra had conversed with the noble dog, Talia, before and she liked the sleek dark-coloured dog. Obvious disdain showed in Talia's expression as she looked around the seemingly endless stretch of beach with its dingy fishing villages. Flicking her ears, a ghost of a smile perked the corners of her maw, and Astra began making her way towards one of the small fishing villages in hopes of finding a meal to start the day. Her owner was currently out for archery and horseback riding, so the scotch collie went outside on her own. Adventurous and nature-loving, the pair made the perfect team.

[Dracowolf]

Natalia "Talia" and Bane
Noble Doberman and Servant Caucasian Shepherd

Natalia was alert suddenly, distracted from the teasing. It was that feeling of being watched. She tried to ignore it, brushed it off as the villagers watching them as they so often did when they came by.

Bane remained calm, he didn't notice anything and usually thought Natalia was just paranoid. He couldn't smell anything past the fish after all. He did see the noble and servant who owned them start to walk off. "Should we follow?"

"No, the guards will go and I'll go insane listening to their trade talks." Natalia looked around for something.

"I know but you're doing that paranoid thing again." Bane started to scratch himself just so he did something.

"Yes, yes I am," Talia caught sight of Astra, though made no move to approach her. She certainly didn't mind the princess, at least she enjoyed her company more than the far too happy king. A fact she has said to his face despite his rank, he laughed it off which annoyed her more. Still she had to wonder why there were no guards around the princess now, had she given them the slip? If so, Natalia liked the princess even more.

The Doberman moved her attention away again though, only catching the glimpse of movement. Now she was curious about that. Bane would slow her down though, "Stay here, I need to check on something."

"Don't you dare pull a stay here on me," Bane started to argue. The very large and muscular dog knew it wouldn't work but he was a nervous guy.

"Just did. Stay here or go make friends with the princess, just pick." Natalia started long enough to watch Bane sit with an unhappy thump. He never sat quite right, always a leg sticking out. Natalia wasn't surprised, when given the option of stay or socially interact without her, Bane always chose stay. "Good. I won't be long." Natalia left to follow the movement she had seen, well track at this point.

Dereth
King Carpathian Shepherd

Dereth walked through the castle, as always a rather cheery guy. His tri-coloured coat of white, silver and black had just been cleaned and dried, sitting smoothly against his body. The deep blue collar on his neck held the royal crest on it, the material itself had been well loved and used, he preferred it over the other options, even over new ones. He'd driven the tanner who made his collars nuts refusing to let go. It wasn't that the others were uncomfortable, but they just weren't this one. This one was special it always was.

Dereth made his way to a window, looking out past the castle, something he did often. Despite his upbeat attitude, the news of dogs going missing worried him deeply. There was never a trace of why it happened, no scents, no signs of a struggle, they were just gone. He hoped they were alive somewhere but how was he supposed to find them? How was he supposed to keep the peace with all dogs when everyone was so close to the edge. He didn't have those answers, no one had ever told him what to do in times of trouble.

With one last look over the kingdom he could see, the town protected by the wall, the gates wide open for all to travel, the fishing villages that supplied daily food, the farm lands and ranches to the east. He had to protect it all. Kind of a lot of pressure for one dog. He left the window, heading off, showing no outward signs of the thoughts running through his head. What if I fail?

Leon
Knight German Shepherd

Leon had been in the guard house, really for only a few hours. He'd taken the night watch on the wall after all. The knight heard the brief growl and opened one eye seeing Angus and Mac. Leon never knew what to think of them, he was able to keep his more pessimistic thoughts internal though, like the fact he could step over them. He was on thin ice as it was after his past of being accused of a crime he did not commit.

The German Shepherd gave a brief nod but then watched Mac, someone clearly had something going on, it was more a question of did it concern him. Despite being a hard working, and honestly rarely sleeping dog, Leon wouldn't say no to a few more hours. At the same time if there was trouble he'd want to be there, so he waited.

Hawk
Archer Husky

There are many questions in the universe, many hard questions that likely will never be answered. Perhaps the most current and strange one was in the forest. It was a simple question but still worth questioning: How did a dog with wings, get stuck in a tree.

This was Hawk's dilemma. Currently his wings were caught on different branches after a hard wind blew him off course and into the thick woods and thus the tree. Each time he tried to pull himself free, it hurt and he stopped. This, was definitely not good, he needed to think of just something to get out. All of his plans were not working. He couldn't retract his wings into his body, they were stuck. His paws were in the air, unable to push against a branch to help. This was bad. The worst part was, if anyone found him, he would die of embarrassment.