- ♕（ Rᴀᴠᴇɴ ） "Bᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ "
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[ female ] [ nm; rae or dew ] [ four years ] [ no crush ] [ alpha ] [ tagged with Watsky/Avalon ]
- ⇨ She continued to eat the raw meat of the fish, enjoying the flavor rather than worrying about flushing down her hunger. Who knows when it'll be the last meal she can eat. The last time she can enjoy the peaceful quiet. Only time will ever tell. Raven's tail curled around her body, attempting to shield her paws from the cold that set in from being so close to the water. That and the island itself was cold. But there isn't anything she can do about it. But she finished her meal much faster than originally planned, leaving her to rest her head on her paws, gazing out over the water. The waves churned, brushing up against the shores. Garbage and even some sea shells were left in her wake, rather interesting to look at from a distance. But at the sight of the plastic, it just repulsed the alpha further. Her hatred and disliking for people, their disregard for the waste that they produced and just left it to collect. A low irritated growl rumbled in the back of her throat, deciding that later in the day she would start collecting the trash and leaving it near the south end of the island. Just to keep her beach clean and prevent poisoning of her pack members.
Raven contemplated a little while longer before the sounds of voices caught her attention. Not many dogs were ever awake this early in morning, unlike the selected few like the least scavengers who got a early hunt. Other than that, it was usually her that was awake. Her ears perked with interest while picking herself off the ground. Because of her long hair, sand stuck uncomfortably to her fur along her belly and legs. The struggles she always faced. A sand shower flung within the tree branches as the dog's body shook. It only later for a few second songs before she brushed herself along each branch before stepping back into the open. Her scent of morning dew on lavender was just prominent enough to make the girl take a deep and calming breath. She used to do that with her mother as a pup to calm her nerves. Way before she was taken away at two months old.
Barely visible footprints were left in the sand with every step. It was cold due to the season, almost causing the girl to run rather than freeze her feet off. But she kept the steady pace while walking along side the old prison. Raven's amber gaze fluttered to her left a few times, looking over the old and dirty brick walls. Some had already fallen out of there place, some were large holes. But it was at least still standing, just enough to give cover and protection from the commom weather of the north. Freezing and deadly during the upcoming winter. Maybe one day they all can get off of this island. She'd rather face cars and cruel people on the street than rather die out on the water. But not alone either; the alpha wants her entire pack off as well. They have each wormed a way into her protective heart. Just a little bit.
She rounded the north end of then island, her amber orbs landed on something astonishing. A medium sized boat plowing its way through the water, deadest on the little island she called home. At first a small twinge of hope hit her belly until the wind blew downwind. The very faint scent of dogs filled her nose ruining any thoughts of leaving. They were bringing more unadoptable dogs here to hopefully starve. Raven couldn't speak at first until her eyes shifted from the water vehicle to two dogs frantically speaking on the beach. They were immediately recongizable as Watsky and Avalon, who she figured were gonna be awake anyways.
The Anatolian Shephered quickly jogged over to the two panicking canines, feeling equally panicky herself "I'm assuming you were going to find me before the ship hit," her voice pipped into the conversation, standing next to the slightly smaller dogs. Her amber gaze flickered from Watsky and Avalon before looking back at the water before the small group of three. A low sigh rolled out of her lips, shaking her head slightly before speaking once again. "They're bringing more dogs, you can faintly smell them. When they stop, bring them to the dining hall. I'll wake everyone else up," Raven ordered rasing an eyebrow for any objections. "Goodmorning for the record."
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- ♔（ Hᴀʀʟᴇʏ ） " Sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ; ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ "
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[ male ] [ nm; chocolate or rain ] [ four years ] [ no crush ] [ newcomer ] [ tagged with Gaia ]
- ⇨ Harley sat upon the front of the boat, gazing over the water with dread slowly working in his belly. His face remained blank and calm, internally trying to calm himself down. In the distance, small figures moved around the tan sand, staring at the large water vehicle that made their way toward them. Perhaps both sides were feeling the anxiety. Maybe anger? Maybe hunger for a new dogs blood? Who knows? And he is not keen to find out. A soft sigh rolled out of his lips which was followed by a irritated growl as freezing water splashed up onto the deck and hitting his paws. Maybe hanging out on the front of the boat where more water could drench him wasn't a good idea.
Rather than get his fur drenched, the dog stood up and began to explore the boat. Hopefully not to be caught by who ever's driving. Or the captain; whatever they're called. His claws lightly clicked against the water resistant wood, sniffing the tools such as rope stretched out across from him. Quite threatening out of context. But it wasn't something to worry about now. Otherwise he might freak himself out much more than necessary. With every step seeming as if he was walking on cracking glass, he autiously made his way around the deck before shoving open a door to disappear inside.
A strong smell of fish abosutely reeked from the inside. Definitely wasn't noticeable from the outside when all you could smell was ocean. Now that's the only thing that could be smelled. And man that was overpowering, almost causing the male to either sneeze or retreat. But something seemed to pull him further into the dimly lit room.In the lower deck with only a few windows, it was hard to see the boxes that littered the floor, but it looked as if something was stuck in out of one of them. As well as the faint sound of light breathing. Sure it might be his imagination, but it surely does seem like there was another dog trapped inside a container. Maybe theirs was much stronger than his. "Don't panic," Harley's voice came out soft and as comforting as possible, slowly approaching the container. Coming closer in distance, it was clear to see a small muzzle hanging out, maybe in attempt to get a better source of air. As well as the scent of a female dog coming much closer and more prominent. "Try not to bite me sweetheart, I'm gonna break you out and I promise not to hurt you," He murmured standing in front of the small box. His chocolate gaze studied the box for a few moments before realizing it was a crate with a latch. A cocky smirk appeared on his lips as his lips drew back in a lame snarl, grabbing the littlest latch between his teeth and pulling it the opposite direction to unlock the cage.
Harley backed away from the container slightly before flashing the dog that laid probably uncomfortably inside the box that sheltered her from the outside world. "There you go beautiful, you're free to go," He tried to coax the girl out of the box with a smile and slight charm.
(My next post will be the boat finally making it to the island)
