we are one [ a dog roleplay]

[awakening souls.]

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Gender: Female | Age: 5 | Rank: Rouge | Mood: Mischievous, nervous, frightened | Tags: Kami

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Nevith took a step back as the large dog poked her nose right into her face. She hushed the mutt, whispering, "Shh, shh, there's no need to cause a scene, now is there?!" Something about the other female frightened her. Perhaps it was the way her lip curled every time she glanced Nevith's way, or the way she wasn't at all intimidated by a rouge. There was no need to feel intimidated by Nevith, but that was beyond the point. The Australian Shepherd quickly looked to her left, then to her right, almost instantaneously deciding on her next move. "See you later!" she whispered excitedly, bolting forwards. Her body winded around the large pine and she attempted to wind around the other dog, too, but unfortunately, it was too late. Bang!

The rouge lifted her head wearily, blinking slowly. Uh oh. She's gonna think I lunged at her! Nevith shook her head and sighed gruffly. There was only one thing that she could do. The dog rolled over onto her back, exposing her belly as a form of submission. Though she didn't feel as if the pack dog was superior to her, she didn't want to risk her cover to the rest of the dogs, and she especially didn't want to risk her life. Hopefully she won't bite. Maybe she's one of those crazy pack dogs who takes pleasure in seeing others bow down to them. Her eyes winced and her tail was tucked in between her hind legs: a sign of submission. However, her mind told a different story. When that lunatic of a dog backed down, she'd make a run for it and grab what she came here for. What's the worst that could happen? Surely they won't send out their hunters on me just for snatching a small scrap.

[derision]

kami • hunter • female • interacting with ➳ nevith

boopKami didn't falter, and she could feel her fur on her back prickling up. "Who are you?" She asked, no, she demanded Nevith. She had decided that she wouldn't let the rogue advance any further. Despite not being a mercenary, she could still fight. Said dogs were trained in battle with other dogs, but Kami was trained in finding and killing. With Chrome as their lead hunter, Kami had followed and killed aplenty big game. The big grey dog shook her head and focused back in on the intruder.
boopKami loudly growled and let out a sharp bark when she was told to not make a scene. How dare an inferior ask her something? When the loner burst in speed and direction, it was a surprise indeed for Kami when a big whirlwind of fur ran into her. Rearing back in surprise, she almost hissed and tensed up. Immediately grasping the fact she lunged at her, she snapped her jaws at the air not landing a hit due to either a random clumsiness or because the rogue just rolled over.
boopThe act stunned the tall dog, and she backed up. She didn't like being bowed upon, it made her feel strange and uncomfortable. Kami slightly relaxed upon seeing the stomach of the shepherd. "Why are you here?" Kami questioned more like herself, more civilly. Yellow green eyes gazed unblinkingly at the other fae, and it didn't seem to show any signs of stopping.
boopHer head tilted and she listened for an answer while smelling the air once more. They might have reinforcements, and she couldn't take on multiple dogs. As said before, she's no mercenary.

[energy.]

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feminine//five years//lead mercenary//tagged;; Felon
mood;; exhausted - annoyed - interactive
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The Doberman opened her eyes, startled awake by her dream. Realizing it was morning she gave a half sigh of relief and grief. She hated morning with a burning passion and rose slowly to her paws and stretched out her muscular build. Looking around with a snort she muttered some things before wandered over to Felon and bumped his shoulder, "Morning Felon..." she gave a small smirk and sat down next to him and raised her eyes upwards then back down before looking back at him, "How'd ya sleep?" she asked with gruff voice as she noticed the snow and looked around her. A small unconscious smile lined her face as she admired the white substance.
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masculine//five years//hunter//tagged;; Seven
mood;; calm - tired - hungry
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Dauntless awoke with a loud yawn. He slowly raised his head and looked around with blurry morning vision. Putting his back down on the ground he slowly moved his head back and stretched his paws and neck. With a groan, he stood up and shook his sleek dark fur. He spotted small snowflakes and looked up and felt one land on the tip of his nose. With that, he sneezed and rubbed his muzzle against his paw. He waddled over to Seven and bowed his head thoughtfully in greeting. "Good morning Seven... How was your sleep?" the brute asked with a friendly smile lining his face as he sat down not to far off to the side of the second male.
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[derision]

seven • healer • male • interacting with ➳ dauntless

boopSeven looked up upon his name, registering when Dauntless questioned his sleep. He paused, tilting his head as he thought. The shepherd hadn't slept well since Known, but he already knew that. Choosing his words carefully, the young brute replied, "It was satisfactory, I suppose. How about yours?" Post responding, he gave Dauntless a crooked grin, licking his maw soon after. Seven felt like laughing in amusement in how Dauntless didn't appear to be a morning canine, which he could relate to. "It may be our last, unfortunately. The snow seems to only be getting thicker," he paused, looking at the sky, "hopefully it gets better, I'll sure miss the Sun." The dog looked at his feet, feeling self conscious that he had brought the mood down. Seven wouldn't want to burden Dauntless with a pessimistic morning.

[miss kobayashi]

S A M P S O N
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● nova scotia retriever ● tags | cess

The retrievers ears flicked at the familiar sound of another mercenaries voice. He twisted his head to catch a glance of Felon. He responded to the brutes comment with a weary look, obviously noting the exhaustion in his eyes. "I've had better." After Felon had left, Sampson attempted to rest his head against the cold ground once again. After determining this unsucsessful, he then sits up, his ears flicking at the noise beyond some bushes some yards away. Doubtful, and somewhat concerned, he stands up, slowly nearing the bushes, his nose curiously sniffing towards the noise. He smelt something unfamiliar. The male, still not wanting to arouse any suspicions, pauses, waiting for another noise or sign.

Sampson was startled at the sound of cheerful and young Cess. He smiles, relaxing, but still occasionally glancing at the bush. "Mornin', Cess." The retriever brightly responds, though sounding rather apprehensive.

B U L L E T
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● german shepard ● tags | felon

Bullet glanced wearily at his fellow pack members. Many were struggling against the cold, others not even out of their den. The unlikely stench of charred wood and the tight pinch of the cold winter left an unpleasant feeling on his nose. He flicked his head towards the south mountains, then the north, divided by an immense amount of trees. He kept a stern, focused look as he narrowed out the options. He, of course, would need to get the approval of Ares, but Bullet assumed that a northward bound would be safest to avoid the snow. During his thoughts, he is interrupted by a stern voice. He neither makes a gesture or a noise to acknowledge Felon, but instead sits in a straight, unrelenting stance. He let out a soft, deep sigh.

"Moving north would be our best chance of survival." The German Shepard states, matter-of-factly. He said it as stern as he could, knowing that Felon wouldn't be too happy if Bullet had flat out said they had to leave their territory.

P E A C H
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● finnish spitz ● tags | open

Peach shivered, feeling the cold air run through her thin fur, as it had bee trimmed only the other night. The only thing keeping her warm was the collar that had a bandana tied around it, for her owner to better identify her. Peach felt a grumble in her stomach. Her heart wanted her to find the best way back to her master, but her brain was telling her to find food and shelter. Being the dog she was, Peach was never introduced to the idea of hunting, even for a house pet. Instinct kicked in however, and soon she was chasing what she thought was the same mouse. With a pathetic yap, she chased it until it ran into a hole.

[derision]

necessity • cadet • female • interacting with ➳ sampson

boopCess swiveled one ear at the bush, wondering why Sampson was watching it. Licking her chops, she sat her rump on the freezing ground, ignoring the numbing cold as she looked expectantly at the retriever. Once getting a response, her tongue lolled out of her mouth before the owner of the tongue quickly decided that it was too cold for that. "Well, good morning to you too Sampson!" She let out a laugh, wagging her tail as she scolded herself mentally for not saying that already. That sure was impolite.. Cess thought, gulping and rubbing her paws against the ground in a weak attempt to warm it up. She squinted her eyes, leaning closer to Sampson's ear. Or, however, how close she could to the brute's ear due to her short stature.
boop"Say," She whispered, looking at the bush as she did so, "is there anything wrong with the bushes? Maybe it's a spy!" Necessity's imagination went wide as she thought of all the possibilities of what laid within the bush. Her tail started wagging again as she looked at Sampson, completely serious, though she didn't look the part.

[Alizei]

x♦ A D A L W I N ♦
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xxxsex ; male
xxxage ; two & a half years old
xxxrank ; hunter
xxxcrush ; ⌀
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↬ tagged ; Peach

↬ mentioned ; ⌀

↬ location ; forest

The grey malamute trotted through the forest, carrying a mouse in his mouth. Everytime the snow was deeper, the brute had to jump not to fall into it. But he liked snow. His long, dense coat was keeping him warm and protected from the cold. His breed was made to live in extremely cold areas. Adalwin's tail was wagging softly from side to side as he wandered. The dead creature he carried was still warm. The brute was just waiting to eat it. But first, he needed a nice place to rest. Although he liked winter and his fur gave him good protection, his pawpads hurt him what made the brute want to recline on a dry, warm spot. Suddenly, he heard a whimper. Adalwin's ears perked and he froze. His first thought was that he had to hide his catch. It was hard to find something to eat during winter. So the malamute put the mouse down, covered it with snow, and slowly followed the sound. Moments later, he noticed a dark orange, fluffy creature running after a rodent. He watched curiously and finally realised it was a dog. A soft smile appeared on his face as Adalwin saw the mouse run into a hole. "You're never going to catch anything this way," He said and walked closer, revealing himself to the stranger. "I'm Adalwin, you?" The brute introduced himself and sat down to show the dog he wasn't a threat.

[energy.]

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feminine//five years//lead mercenary//tagged;; Felon - Bullet
mood;; exhausted - annoyed - interactive
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The Doberman opened her eyes, startled awake by her dream. Realizing it was morning she gave a half sigh of relief and grief. She hated morning with a burning passion and rose slowly to her paws and stretched out her muscular build. Looking around with a snort she muttered some things before wandered over to Felon and bumped his shoulder, "Morning Felon..." she gave a small smirk and sat down next to him and raised her eyes upwards then back down before looking back at him, "How'd ya sleep?" she asked with gruff voice as she noticed the snow and looked around her. A small unconscious smile lined her face as she admired the white substance.

Aztec spotted Bullet come up to Felon as she was talking to him. Narrowing her eyes slightly, but she had to agree with the co-cheif. "North? Fine by me..." she grunted and raised her brow and said with a cool tone, "How'd ya sleep Bullet?" she eyed him with a sneaky glint in her eyes. As she sighed with bordem she looked at the area around her. White and pure. Just what she liked. Giving a huff she returned her gaze to Bullet waiting quietly for a reply.
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masculine//five years//hunter//tagged;; Seven
mood;; calm - tired - hungry
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Dauntless shook his ears as something landed on one of them. "I'm guessing you didn't sleep too well again?" Dauntless gave the brute an apologetic look. "Sorry I should've been more courteous.." he reminded himself with a small chuckle. "I slept better than usual.. Still not someone for mornings though." Dauntless shrugged with a satisfactory smile. "The snow? Oh yes, it is thicker. Agreed. I will miss the sun as well..." Dauntless continued with a chuckle. "Don't worry I'm fine." he added finally to the brute who looked down at his feet.
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[derision]

seven • healer • male • interacting with ➳ dauntless

boopThe shepherd shook his head and laughed softly, relieved at how Dauntless responded to his words with nothing but friendliness and kindness. With his worries put to rest, blue eyes shined warmly. "So.." He didn't mean to trail off, really, it's just Seven could suddenly not imagine what to say. His mind suddenly moved quickly, going over and tossing out ideas for idea starters quickly. Piping up, Seven said, "If you could learn the answer to one question about your future, what would the question be?" The brute couldn't think of anything better to continue on with, so he relaxed and looked to the skies, where snow fell on his fur delicately.

[energy.]

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feminine//five years//lead mercenary//tagged;; Felon - Bullet
mood;; exhausted - annoyed - interactive
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The Doberman opened her eyes, startled awake by her dream. Realizing it was morning she gave a half sigh of relief and grief. She hated morning with a burning passion and rose slowly to her paws and stretched out her muscular build. Looking around with a snort she muttered some things before wandered over to Felon and bumped his shoulder, "Morning Felon..." she gave a small smirk and sat down next to him and raised her eyes upwards then back down before looking back at him, "How'd ya sleep?" she asked with gruff voice as she noticed the snow and looked around her. A small unconscious smile lined her face as she admired the white substance.

Aztec spotted Bullet come up to Felon as she was talking to him. Narrowing her eyes slightly, but she had to agree with the co-cheif. "North? Fine by me..." she grunted and raised her brow and said with a cool tone, "How'd ya sleep Bullet?" she eyed him with a sneaky glint in her eyes. As she sighed with bordem she looked at the area around her. White and pure. Just what she liked. Giving a huff she returned her gaze to Bullet waiting quietly for a reply.
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masculine//five years//hunter//tagged;; Seven
mood;; calm - tired - hungry
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Dauntless looked curiously around him until Seven asked his question. "What would I like to learn about my future... Well..." he began stumped and sat there with a thinking expression across his face. "Hmm..." Dauntless hummed, Well.. Will I have a family? Or will this winters hunting be good. he smiled sweetly before scratching his muzzle.
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