𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄 | canine plague rp | open

[na'vi.]

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Just the trace scents of something sickly laid inside. She would take the risk, it had been days since she'd eaten anything and she needed food not only for herself but for Apollo. Nearly 90% of all food Athena found she gave to her pup. She turned and stared at her pup for a few moments before finally deciding to nudge him to get his attention and drawing her tongue over his muzzle in a reassuring manner. She reached a tan paw carefully forward through the busted out glass door. There were speckles of blood along the beige interior of the building, someone- no something sickly had passed through here. She stepped lightly forwards- grimacing as the broken glass along the top side of the door scraped against her back and formed small, stinging cuts. She didn't make a single peep as she pressed onward- it seemed like a one-stop shop. Something you'd find on the side of a road, and grab a small snack from. She paused though as the gut wrenching scent of the ill filled her nose.

She felt the hair along her back and scruff bristle with aggression which rolled off her in waves at this point. It had been quite a while since Athena dared to come into the city- she was trying to avoid a fight with the ill. However what ever dog or human were in here was ill and decaying. The smell of rot made her stomach turn and her appetite was long gone. Still she pressed forward- this building seemed untouched. She could smell the food, bags of chips which were surely expired by now but it was easy nourishment. She paused and cast a glance around the small shop, trying to pin point the scent of the crispy, salty goodness that the bag had to offer once it was torn open. Soon she found it, laying shoved under a shelf like a small forgotten secret. She padded towards it quietly- before she paused dead in her tracks. A deceased canine- well what was left of one- was laid out in the isle that the bag was in. It was for sure dead but she couldn't tell if it had died of the virus or other sickly creatures. She slipped forward carefully though and bend down- her small frame easily reaching the small bag of golden crisps.

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The tile of the small shop was cool yet disgustingly filthy under Apollo's paws. The walls of the small store looked like a horror scene- atleast to him it did and the horrid scent was enough to keep the small male pup away from his mother and her work. Instead he sat quietly by the door, pawing a large piece of broke glass along the floor and letting out a sharp whine- both of fear and boredom.

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Eventually he moved from his self proclaimed domain and padded forwards, neither towards the city but also not towards the barrier. For the most part this male was a forest dweller- relishing in the security that the smaller creatures had to offer with their sharp warning calls. Takkar padded forwards, the soft and plush grass bending under his paws as he proceeded on his path. He would make his way to a known water source before taking off to hunt for some food. Unlike some survivors Takkar made the most of this wasteland gone to hell in a handbasket. He was a somewhat skilled hunter and over time he knew were to look for reliable sources of food- and this individual was not above eating insects to get by. He followed his memory, his paws stepping the same path day after day to the water, the life giving substance that was the only constant in Takkar's life currently. Though the male quietly longed for a companion to talk with he knew having someone with him meant another entity and life to take care of.

Finally he reached the small watering hole- which was really just a spring fed puddle. He bent down to lap at the cool water- letting it dribble down his chin as he raised his head to listen to the forest expanse to his back. How unfortunate it would be to get ambushed by some deranged animal while he took a break to drink. Nothing. He stepped a paw into the cool water with a slight hum of approval at the cooling sensation it gave to his worn paw pads. He sat for a moment, blocking out the world around him and enjoying the peace, for once.

[Løki]

Loki

The air was stale in the alleyway where the medium sized brute lay, sprawled out on his side along the cool pavement. His good ear on a swivel as he dozed quietly. It wasn’t always so easy to let his guard down, especially when it came to making sure Bear was around and not getting into some serious trouble. The alleyway has become a sort of quiet sanctuary for the canines to rest and regroup after a long days search, with only one side open to get in, the other blocked by rubble and steel trash bins. Around midday, Loki decided it was time to roll out and carefully search the building on the east side of town. Each day, they searched a new area, an idea that he had decided when searching a single area time and time again became pointless. His form slowly rolled over, a soft, tired groan resounding as he gripped the concrete with his claws. It took him a while to adjust to the trickle of sunlight that peeked its way into the alley opening, lighting up the rest of the alley in the most peculiar way. Loki grunted as he rose to his paws, stretching this way and that before finally shaking the tiredness from his soul. He remained silent as he loped down to the alley opening, scenting the breeze that drifted by, silent as death. He laid his tail down, next to his leg, unsure if it was safe to go out today. He did this everyday, stand at the entrance and ponder on the fact that today may be the day he won’t return to this humble home. A soft whine of anxiety passed his muzzle as he yawned, watching the buildings closely for any movement. “I don’t know...” He muffled under his breath, loud enough for the large bat ears sticking out from a hole in a tattered blanket to hear.

Bear

The small black dog had checked in early the other night, completely wiped out by a long going rabbit chase that proved unsuccessful in the end. He had curled up in his favorite spot next to an old broken box under a ragged blanket and simply fell asleep for the night. When daylight crept into the placid alley, he snuggled under the blanket, knowing that Loki would be getting up soon and whining about how uncomfortable today’s trek will be. Bear wasn’t one to worry, in fact it seemed as though death itself wouldn’t be able to scare the little canine away. He suffered too good a case of small dog syndrome. Nothing could touch him it seemed. It seemed... His large ears flicked straight up as he caught the usual grumble from Loki. “I don’t know...” Bear sighed with annoyance as he wrestled his way out from under the blanket and shook himself, ears to tail. “It won’t be so bad, you’ve got me.” He strut to Loki’s side and sat next to him, peering out at the vast street as observant as Loki. “Simple. We take the open road down that way and take the open-ended alleys to the east.” He padded back into the alley and nudged the rotted carcass of a rat, “We need to get out today. I didn’t catch that hopper yesterday, which makes two days without a single meal to satisfy. If we don’t go now, I’m afraid I’ll chew my own leg off!” He wagged his tail to reassure that he meant it as a joke. “I can take the lead if-“ His offer was cut short by the pestered “No.” from Loki. “I’ll lead, you tend to get sidetracked.” The mottled dog took a few steps out, “But you can stick by me, no need to trail behind. Deal?” Bear was already at his side, brown eyes shining, “Deal!”

[typically,]

B L U E | M A L E | T A G S : X |

the brute sniffed the air. his black nose twitched in the air, his muzzle pointing to the air. he opened his mouth slowly, sucking in a breath, and extracting it slowly. he could taste the scent of rabid dogs in the air. just their scent made his skin crawl. he learned the hard way to stay away from this creatures, knowing one of their only weaknesses was water. and that was one of blue's only weaknesses. as he had never been a terrific swimmer. and the chance of getting bitten was pretty large. the brute could smell the dog coming closer. the fur on his spine rose. his dark eyes darted around, as he looked for a safe direction to run. the only path open for sure was the path to the city. the male loathed the city, and was not looking forward to this. the canine let out a vicious bark before darting off.

the German Sheperd kicked up dirt while running, nearly smacking into trees, because his turns were so sharp. the male's claws grabbed at the dirt, so he wouldn't fall face forward. his nose sniffed the air, no sick dogs were following him, thankfully. his pace slowed, breaking into a steady jog. the brute wasn't fond of the town, and was happy to know he didn't have to go in. but curiousity pulled at him. it would be interesting, as he had never been there. the brute tossed his head, thoughts running through his mind. slowly he padded closer to the scent of the city. with a curious wag of his tail he decided he was just going to peek around. not fully indulge in the experience. this experiment was just a sheer moment of curiousity. slowly the sheperd trekked into the city. which was now just crumpled buildings and shops, basically a pile of rubble.

[nervousdog]

Rowely

Sweeping through the streets at a steady trot, the golden colored canine lazily eyed around, looking for food . His stomach nagged him wildly for food, the pain gnawing at his insides . He hadn't eaten enough to fill his stomach since the day his owners left him, locked in the apartment . He could remember the day very clearly, everything had been in a panic . His owners had rushed around the house and yelling, the youngest ( his favorite ) was crying . The alpha female spoke softly to Rowely, but he couldn't understand her . He could only pick out a few select words from his humans, and even then they had to repeat it a few times before the dog understood what they wanted of him . He remembered the woman setting down his food dish in front of him, which was odd, as it hadn't been feeding time yet . He ate greedily anyways, food was food- he wasn't going to question it . Thats when his owners left the apartment . After a few hours Rowely had grown anxious, they were never gone for too long . He had barked and barked and barked, but there was no sign of them coming back anytime soon . So the male had freaked out . He ripped pillows to shred, chewed up the cabinets, even got into the fridge to eat the leftovers- Tupperware and all . It wasn't until after a few days had passed and his bowl had run out of water that he realized that he needed to leave . So he chewed through the thin front door and managed to squeeze his way out .

Shaking his head, Rowley pushed the memory of his angst and panic away, letting the dread of being hungry and alone settle in his bones . Oh and how his bones ached . Everything was sore . Rowely had never done so much walking in his life . Except maybe the one time his owners took him to the mountains, but that's besides the point . With a slight breeze he caught the scent of something stale and delicious . Lifting his nose into the air and stopping, he took a long whiff . It was some bread ! Oh dear carbs, how he loved them ! His owners never let him have "human food" and anything with wheat in it was his favorite guilty pleasure . He followed his nose and found some moldy bread, partially eaten, laying out of a ripped trash can . Gobbling it up greedily, Rowely didn't even notice the equally hungry raccoon inside the bag . The small creature swiped at the poor dog, causing him to yelp loudly and jump back . With his tail in between his legs, Rowely booked it out of the alleyway .

[Blumenkranz]

Askari//2 years//Wolf//Tags: None
Once Askari's thirst was quenched, he lifted his head and turned away from the stream, trotting deeper into the forest. His white coat stood out against the browns and greens all around him, making him easy to spot. He was in the search for food, his ears swiveling as he listened carefully to his surroundings. After several minutes of trotting, a nearby rustle in the bushes caught his attention. He slowed his pace, turning his attention to the source of the noise. A rabbit stumbled out of the bushes. It didn't seem to care that Askari was there, in fact it didn't even seem to notice that Askari was there. It couldn't move properly and has difficulty maintaining balance. A trickle of blood could be see coming from it's mouth. Askari curled his lip in discuss and continued on, ignoring the rabbit. It was sick, and Askari did not want to get sick himself.

Artemis//3 years//Spanish Mastiff//Tags: None
Artemis was laying on an abandoned mattress in an alleyway. The mattress was dirty and smelled weird, but it was comfy. Feeling thirsty, the mastiff got up and dropped to the ground, where she began her search for water. She lumbered out of the alley, hey dark eyes surveying the area around her carefully. She sniffed the area around her frequently, searching for any signs of water, or even food. Artemis has difficulty finding food, and as she was a large breed, she needed a lot of it. As she has bad luck in finding food the past few days, she has lost quiet a bit of weight and her ribs were starting to show through her coat.

[ienrir]

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[ｔａｇｇｅｄ：rowley. ] [ｍｅｎｔｉｏｎｅｄ ：none. ] [ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ：city. ]

The young dog's paws were silent as they hit the ground, propelling him forward with an elegant gait. Occasionally, he'd slow down and shorten his strides, lifting his muzzle in the air to scent for prey; though so far his search had been fruitless. Even rats had grown wise to the patterns of starving predators; a poor sign when prey could outsmart you. Still, he appreciated the chance to stretch his legs after a rather restless night of sleep. The air was heavy with the scent of city rubble, overpowering even now. Hunger was to be expected on the city streets, but thirst, that was entirely unbearable. Still, even prey needed to drink at some point. The desire could easily draw them out into the open. At least, that's what he told himself when it all felt a bit much. He couldn't help but think it was only a matter of time until the showers started again, and he was quite determined to catch something before the weather changed. Not that he would complain if it did, water was always welcome, even if it made scavenging a little more challenging.

After a moment of scuffling around, Quinten's ears flicked forward; the dull scent of prey lingering on the hard ground. It was faint, but he had always had a keen nose for those sorts of things. He moved forward on light paws in search of the raccoon, though by the time he caught scent of it, another dog's trail had already intertwined; no doubt staking claim on the prey. Hungry dogs weren't known to share. And yet, the revelation brought a smile to his maw. He'd never spent much time in his own company, the solitude cut deeper than the jarring pain of hunger in his stomach. Encountering a friendly face was worth the risk at least in his mind. Optimistic, he followed the scent to a secluded alleyways and- instantly collided with a large ginger blur. The yowl of terror that left the pale dog's mouth was enough to shake the dead from their graves.
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[ｔａｇｇｅｄ：kaiser, pandora, open ] [ ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ：city outskirts ] [ ｃｒｕｓｈ：none ]

A set of narrowed, black eyes peered out from the shadows of a crumbled building. They followed the path of two strangers with what could only be described as an apprehensive interest. An expression often found on those hopeful of encountering a friendly face; subsequently an expression that had become swiftly extinct in recent years. When one lived in a hellscape, companions were not something easily sought after. Most canines had grown harsh under harsher conditions, and others... we they were simply beasts. You could never be too careful, and yet somehow company was something dogs still longed to find. For different reasons of course. Some for the conversation, the company, and in Ashers case, perhaps some less wholesome reasons.

Regardless the reason, there was a spark of mild interest in her eyes as she watched the Weimaraner weasel his way through a break in the fence. His movements seemed sharp, perceptive, ruling out the possibility of immediate illness. The ill were entirely less graceful; perhaps due to a certain lack of fear. Yet, he was seemingly oblivious to her presence lingering near; to no fault of his own, she was well accustomed to shrinking unseen into dark corners. Stealth was a skill she'd gained, while watching less fortunate companions become food for beasts. Fortunate for her at least, she'd never been fond of the idea of becoming a garment meal. Those wonderful dogs had made wonderful distractions. A pity the incident had left her to fend for herself, though not for long; that was the first thought that crossed her mind as she watched a second dog emerge from the fence. Not for long. She'd always had a charm about her, a way of securing trust and in turn her safety. It was all about patience.

One final time, Asher flicked her eyes once more across the space; silently observing each twitch from the shadows, before stepping forward into the stranger's line of sight. They were little more than blurs of colour at this distance, but introductions were rarely made up close. At least, not anymore. Lowering her head with practiced familiarity, the small fae moved forward; each step tentative, as if inching towards a coiled snake. "Please, don't hurt me. I don't wish for any trouble." She called to them faintly, her tone lilted and sweet, as had been practiced many times. "Have you come from the forest? The city's no better." She sniffed the air, less than inconspicuously; clearly attempting to scent any illness on the downwind. "There's danger here, more so than amongst the trees."
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[nervousdog]

Rowely

With a thud the large canine crashed into a tall, slender figure . He let out a startled yelp and fell back onto his hind end . Giving his head a gentle shake, he blinked up at the skinny dog before him . His ears were still ringing from the yowl the other male had let out . The other dog looked intimidating, with a naturally mean looking face and pale eyes . He seemed just as frightened as Rowely was though, so pushing his gut feeling to flee he spoke up to the brutish looking dog . "W-who are you ? " he sniffed towards the other dog before standing and puffing out his chest, "I hope you have no intention of going down this alleyway, as all the food in it has already been eaten by me !" and that devil raccoon back there... He thought after barking at the other dog .

With a hiss and a jangling of trash cans the raccoon came flying out of the alley, dashing between the two dogs' legs . Rowely's "rough and tough" facade quickly faded as the raccoon startled him once again . He let out a loud whine, jumping back and then growled . If he wasn't such a house pet he might of been tempted to chase after the small creature . But he was well trained by his humans and spoiled, so the instinct to go after live prey did not come naturally to him . It was a large weakness for the male out in the streets like this . He was skinny and just barely skimming along off of scraps of food he found . With a big nose and ass much endurance as his breed had, one would suspect him of having the necessary skills to hunt prey down . But alas, he did not . Owlishly blinking at the doberman before him, he wondered if maybe they could make a peace treaty or something . After all, allies were valuable things in post apocalyptic settings- even if it did mean that there were more mouths to feed .