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My gallery · by **eleutheromania** » Thu Oct 25, 2018 2:45 am

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a year of hope they had called it. the humans had always wanted to bett
er themselves and in turn destroyed their entire race. a vaccine said to c
ure every aliment was given to everyone. it began slowly, minor signs her
e and there, the awful smell that radiated off of them. they became abs
ent-minded creatures. loyal pets left immediately, sensing the danger th
at was soon to come. they played with fire and now they were burning w
ith no hope of return. dogs watched as their own owners turned on one a
nother. eyes turned bloodshot and cold to the touch, communication cea
sed. as time passed, it was discovered that two different strains of the v
accine caused different types of the walking corpses. the canines later n
amed these two different strains, one more dangerous than the other.

clickers are exactly what they sound like. their constant clicking alerts anyone
of their presence and they are attracted to sound, lacking vision and smell. a
s long as one is quiet, they pose little to no thread. they are quick in respons
e time and highly deadly. the second strain has been deemed the runners. th
ey are attracted by sight and sound. most active during the day, they are com
pletely blind at night. faster than their counterpart, this strain can sometime
s match the speed of a canine. the best option is to run if one is spotted and
too close for comfort. in the middle of a incredible large city, roads are block
ed and some places inaccessible. the dogs need to find a way out and into the
wilderness, in hopes of finding a normal life and not being exposed to the thr
eat of the strains and possible death. lack of food is becoming a problem now.

My gallery · by **eleutheromania** » Thu Oct 25, 2018 2:47 am

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01.. all cs rules apply here, please make sure to follow them at all times.
02.. dog breeds only, no hybrids please. medium to large only. LGBTQ allowed
03.. as many dogs as you can handle, age rank six months or higher.
04.. at least 8-12 sentences per post please. i understand writers block.
05.. please post all forms and discussion on the discussion thread.
06.. drama/violence/romance all encouraged, nothing too drastic.

07.. attempt to post at least three times a week if possible. let us know if you
will be gone for a while please. dogs will be killed off after 2 weeks inactivity
08.. try to be diverse in breeds, don't want too many of one if possible.
09.. being your own crush/mate is not allowed in this roleplay.
10.. no seriously injuring or killing another dog without permission from that
user. no powerplaying or perfect dogs either please.

My gallery · by **eleutheromania** » Thu Oct 25, 2018 4:17 am

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01.. all cs rules apply here, please make sure to follow them at all times.
food consists of mainly rats and whatever the dogs can find currently. this inc
ludes but is not limited to chip bags, dog food bags and anything else that is s
till editable in some of the stores. cans are hard for the dogs to open and cau
se a lot of noise so they tend to leave them all together. the city provides littl
e water except for the puddles in the streets from the rain and the park foun
tain. for warmth, whatever fabric the dogs scavenge make do when the temp
erature drops. overall the city is not a very good place to stay and survive.

the main group of dogs live in a run dog and overall deteriorating building that
use to be a shoe store. quite a few boxes of shows are left and give the dogs a
good thing to chew on when needed, especially the younger ones. aisles give s
ome dogs the privacy they need to keep others from snooping on them and su
ch. there is a main entrance to the store, windows are boarded up but there a
re some areas between one could see out of. the only other exit is located in t
he far back of the store and leads into an alleyway with dumpsters. the locks o
n the doors are broken and they can easily swing open and closed when pushed

My gallery · by **eleutheromania** » Thu Oct 25, 2018 4:51 am

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xxx 𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑺𝑯

the leader

sheba .. border collie .. 5yrs .. ♀

the lieutenant

ezekiel .. beauceron .. 4yrs .. ♂

the scavengers

renata .. husky .. 4yrs .. ♀

rumi .. breed .. age .. ♂

amelie .. whippet .. 4.5yrs .. ♀

joshua .. malinois .. 6.5yrs .. ♂

open .. breed .. age .. sex

open .. breed .. age .. sex

the guardians

granite .. weimaraner .. 4yrs .. ♂

kade .. malinois .. 4yrs .. ♂

geraldene .. g.pyrenees .. 7yrs .. ♀

haunt .. golden .. 4yrs .. ♂

open .. breed .. age .. sex

open .. breed .. age .. sex

the young ( 1/7 )

echo .. gsd .. 8m .. ♀

open .. breed .. age .. sex

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xxx 𝑺𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 ( 5/8 )

hamilton .. bernese mtn.d .. 6m .. ♂

cordelia .. samoyed .. 6yrs .. ♀

calla .. doberman .. 5yrs .. ♀

takova .. mixed .. 8yrs .. ♂

wren .. borzoi .. 4yrs .. ♀

open .. breed .. age .. sex

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xxx crushes

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xxx mates

❣

xxx kin

↻ siblings

‡ parent

My gallery · by **eleutheromania** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 9:46 am

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𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑩𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵

if it comes down to a clicker or runner getting a hold of a dog,
if that dog is bitten, to the point where blood is drawn, that i
s the end for them. the infection takes about a week to come
into effect. the wound becomes swollen and hair around it be
gins to fall out. once that occurs, a rising fever will come into

play. once the fevers have plagued the body, the brain begins
to deteriorate. symptoms after this are similar to rabies. the
dog will become highly aggressive towards anyone. most of
the dogs infected will leave and never been heard of again
as this is such a dangerous and miserable thing to watch.

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𝑼𝑷𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺

the roleplay is now open.

now accepting forms, to be posted on the discussion thread.

DISCUSSION THREAD

My gallery · by **eleutheromania** » Sun Nov 04, 2018 3:10 am

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❝ 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑩𝑨 ❞

[ ‴five years old ] [ ‴female ] [ ‴border collie ] [ ‴no mate ] [ ‴leader ]
[ ‴MENTIONS: none ] [ ‴TAGGED: none ]

dreams on the borderline of nightmares plagued her sleep. the sun had barely risen before one of those very dreams jolted her awake. the border collie glanced around the shoe store she now called home, her head the only visible thing as it poked out of the blanket she was using. they had found quite a few throughout the weeks and it was a life saver with the cold air of winter now here in full force. shimmying her way from underneath the warm that it provided, the long coated border dropped down into a bow, stretching her limbs and trying to keep away the stiffness she felt in her muscles. pushing herself back up to her normal height, she shook out her coat. while normally considered black and white, the female was currently more gray than anything else with the amount of dirt and debris she had come across the past couple of weeks.

as the air left her nose, small clouds were created from the heat of her breath. glancing around the small store, she wondered who was awake and able to go anywhere and who was not. the group was rather small but larger numbers would also mean more mouths to feed. she padded towards the front, aiming to look out into the city from the small vantages between the boarded up windows. it seemed that the day was quiet for the most part, but it was still early and the most activity was usually mid day. she spotted nothing out of the ordinary and dropped down, landing with a soft thud before going towards the small stash of food they had. yesterday someone had managed to come across some dog food bags, though they were not full, it still helped. she sniffed around in one of the bags and took a few mouthfuls before leaving the rest for the others. sheba was underweight but her coat hid the fact very well. with the growing lack of food, she was starting to drop more weight but it seemed not to affect her so far.

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❝ 𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑻𝑶𝑵 ❞

[ ‴six months old ] [ ‴male ] [ ‴bernese mtn dog ] [ ‴no mate ] [ ‴solitary ]
[ ‴MENTIONS: none ] [ ‴TAGGED: none ]

there it was again, the constant clicking of a clicker as he moved through the store as quietly as possible. so far so good that hamilton had kept himself quiet. it was rather difficult for the male to do that with how large he was even for a six month old. his heartbeat could be heard in his own ears as he stalked passed the once human. a bag of chips were being held oh so delicately in the male's large mouth as he continued to creep towards the broken windows. hamilton risked a glance towards the clicker to see where it was, this was his mistake in the long run. crunch. his eyes widened as he looked down frantically, seeing he had stepped on a rusted soda can. the clicker stopped and then rushed towards him and he bolted. the mountain dog forced his legs to work double time as he fled from the creature hot on his tail.

a graceful landing met him when he jumped out of the window, no stopping to see if the clicker had followed him in any way. rushing forward he headed for the first place that seemed to be safe. a decent size hole was located in a brick building and he turned towards that direction. bag of chips still within his grasp, he squeezed through the hole and dropped the bag, panting from the effort in the winter air. doing a quick survey of the blinding and finding it luckily empty, he popped open the back as quietly as possible, which in the end wasn't very quiet. knowing better than to stick his head in the bag, he had learned that the hard way as a pup in the beginning, he picked it up by the corner and let all the stale chips fall out. as if on cue his stomach rumbled and the six month old devoured the small amount of food he actually was able to find this early in the morning. when there was nothing but a salty taste on his lips, he left the bag and poked his head out of the hole, hoping the coast was now clear of the clicker he had just fled from.

My gallery · by **yeeee.** » Sun Nov 04, 2018 11:04 am

location: the city | tagged: no one {hamilton mentioned}

amelie inhaled deeply and exhaled with a loud huff, growing more displeased by the second. all day she had been scavenging for food, and had come up empty. her frustration did not stem from the hardships she faced; she knew food was going to become scarcer and scarcer. it was only logical. after all, how many dogs wandered this dangerous, desolate city, willing to slit the throat of their own kind for a mere morsel? besides, how many dogs could actually hunt for themselves, in addition to scavenging? the whippet had taken those variables into account. the only real problem was the fact that she hadn't eaten in three days. her belly constantly rumbled and ached; she had practically no fat to shed. certainly, a few days on an empty stomach was expected during the apocalypse, but amelie knew the worst was still to come. she couldn't hunt well at all, and hadn't found an acquaintance that was worth her time. the first acquaintance, fred the pug had only lasted a few hours. small he was, but never quiet. the fool never stood a chance... at least his end was mostly painless - getting one's throat snapped by a clicker is hardly the worst way to go. then there was eugiene, the arrogant weimerainer. always thought she could fight her way out of anything... but how do you fight something when only one bite is all it takes? at least eugiene slowed down the runner. got a bit close for comfort...

a distant sound snapped the whippet from her thoughts. raising her head from the ground, the elegant sighthound glanced around her surroundings. all cracked, damp roads, coated in trash and filth, framed by grim and dreary buildings in various states of disarray, coated in various substances. no clicking, and no sign of a runner. the coast was clear. increasing her pace, the irritated whippet approached an abandoned supermarket only a sliver less grimy than the others. the fresh smell of another dog wafted through her nostrils- they could not have been gone more than two minutes. and what else was that she smelled? leaning forward, the whippet could just barely detect the smell of stale food and... salt? straightening, amelie followed the scent at an easy pace, attempting to smother the hunger pains that began to rear once more, but at least the scent was something, right? perhaps it is time i considered joining with the pack. the thought unwittingly crossed her mind, making the whippet inwardly wince. she had overheard from passing survivors there was a pack on the outskirts of this desolate down, having banded together for a better chance of survival. initially, she had no intent of joining. what was the point of relying on someone else to assist her? they would have to split the food, made more noise and she had to deal with pack problems, namely petty disagreements. she was better off alone. no pack functioned with complete efficiency, which is what they need to actually survive during these times. she knew they would expected her to sacrifice her own health and perhaps self "for the good of the pack". which meant absolutely nothing to the female. yet as time had passed and the times grew even more difficult, she had come up with many plans to infiltrate their ranks, learn all of the valuable secrets then leave- but she had begun to grow more ambitious, and even dreamed of becoming leader, and in doing so she would never have to worry about sacrificing herself for a bunch of strange, mangy strays. they would be her servants, and she would be forever safe, sacrificing whom she needed to survive-

click. clickclick. click. amelie froze. not twenty meters in front of her was a deformed clicker, already agitated, judging by the frequency of its clicks. so caught up in her thoughts, she hadn't even noticed the damn thing. her heart rate immediately spiked, and amelie began to slowly back away, her chocolate eyes trained on the blind creature. she would've got away. she would've been fine... had a sound not gone off behind her. if someone asked her what it could be, she would never be able to answer, because as soon as the deformed head turned towards her she took off, feeling its hideous breath graze her flank. amelie wasted no time in reaching twenty miles per hour, unable to go any faster due to no escape route. as the clicker gave chase, amelie instinctively headed towards her last resting place, a little abandoned shack a few blocks away. hearing only her own heart and breath, the whippet raced towards solace - only to feel a sharp pain in her ankle. with a gasp, amelie went tumbling, and landed hard on the pavement, smashing the side of her head into the hard road. for a second, all she saw was blue, and she lay there dazed and disoriented. true fear gnawed at her belly - was she about to die? unable to move, the whippet laid there for about ten seconds, gasping and wheezing. yet, but some miracle, she had lost the clicker. staggering to her paws, amelie felt blood trickle down her muzzle, and when she placed weight on her front left paw and a sharp pain made her whimper.

she was injured. and to the extent she couldn't really run. she was as good as dead. as true fear gripped amelie, one rational thought came to mind. i have no choice now... if i stay alone, i will die. i cannot flee or hunt. i have to find the pack. and off she went, limped, trying not to cry out in agony, for if she did she knew she would die.

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location: outside the city | tagged: no one

"hey josh! you ready go for a walk? maybe get some icecream on the way back?" rhena gave her favorite partner a huge, white smile, something that was rarely seen in the world. in return, joshua gave her his most enthusiastic bark, and ran to get his leash. it was where it always was; hanging alongside her keys by the door. snatching down, the malinois ran as fast as he could back, unable to keep from panting in excitement. the ice cream place around the corner had added icecream for dogs onto its menu, and he could not wait to try some. but as he returned back the kitchen, where rhen should have been, he couldn't... find... her. anywhere. joshua sat and waited like a good boy- maybe she had just gone to the bathroom or something. but after a few minutes, gnawing anxiety began to worm at his insides, and suddenly, with perfect clarity he remembered-
he was alone. rhena was gone, and he was never going to see her again. lifting his head, joshua blinked blearily, slightly dazed from the dream. this was one he hadn't had for a while, he thought absentmindedly, before gathering his limbs beneath him and stretching. it was time for his daily routine of searching for food, and then bedding down for the night. hopefully today would yield better results, as he had only had a stale can of beans and some unidentifiable fish in the last couple of days. for a dog his size, that was nowhere near adequate. so far, joshua had been doing quite well. as with all survivors, he had dropped a few pounds, but he was still in excellent shape and had not sustained any major injuries. jumping out of the dumpster he had fallen asleep in, joshua shook out his ebony pelt, not at all bothered by the trash in it, and exited the alleway, checking both sides before he proceed to stroll up the abandoned street, now completely alert and ready for whatever today had to throw at him.

ooc ;; sorry for the shortness, not sure were to put him atm

My gallery · by **paper planets** » Mon Nov 05, 2018 2:03 pm

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❝ your heart is more than a machine, pumping blood through your body... doing things you’ve never seen ❞

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Woken early by nightmares that seemed to always plague her sleep, Renata sat in the shoe store that the pack called home and gazed out at the abandoned city street in front of the store through one of the holes in the barrier. The streets were quiet, no clickers wandering past and no runners in sight. They were safe here, if not anywhere else. Her blue gaze stayed on the streets despite that and the fact that she felt slightly disappointed at not seeing any danger made a quick flash of horror flit through her brain. Renata stood up suddenly and backed away from the hole she had been peering through. She stumbled away from the window and turned away from it as she caught her breath. I don’t want the pack to be in danger, she thought, though it did feel like she was also reminding herself. The female shook her head and walked over to the cardboard box that she usually slept in. She sat down on the brown material and stared blankly at the shadow-infested shop, waiting until others awoke.

It seemed as if, ever since Ellie’s death she had lost a hold on her humanity. She knew it was her fault. It was all her fault. If she had just ran away when Ellie told her to, she wouldn’t have gotten attacked by their human and gone crazy. Then, she wouldn’t be dead... but Rena couldn’t go back in time. Even if she wished, every day, that it was possible. After Ellie died, though, she only made it worse. She could feel a darkness in her — like a black hole had suddenly formed within her and was steadily eating away at everything that made her who she was — and she was terrified of it. So, she pushed away those who wanted to get close to her in fear that the darkness would take them too. Or make her... Renata suddenly shook her head to forcibly remove the thoughts before the sentence could finish. Sometimes she wished that she could beat the darkness and form actually connections with others, but fear always won. So, she had to deal with the mess she had made. And she chose to “deal” with it by pretending it never happened.

Some noise coming from the store made Rena stand up, suddenly on alert. But, she soon saw the familiar black and white coat of Sheba. Finally someone else was awake and she didn’t have to sit in a pool of her own pitiful thoughts and lonesome memories. The agouti Husky walked towards the leader of the little pack, announcing her arrival quite quickly as to not startle Sheba, “Morning,” she murmured as she came up beside the other female, “I wanted to go out in the city today, I was cooped up yesterday and need to do something. Should I keep an eye out for anything in specific the pack needs?” she questioned.

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[ four years old ] x[ female ] x[ scavenger ] x[ tagged: sheba ] x[ location: shoe store ]

My gallery · by **ethium** » Tue Nov 06, 2018 5:02 pm

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click. click. click.

click. click.

Keep your anger in check Wren, wouldn't want to risk an outburst especially not in the open and without someplace to retreat to.

✧ ─ where the fields are painted gold'

My gallery · by **EqGrl12** » Fri Nov 09, 2018 2:05 am

Kade blinked open his eyes as the dust shifted and settled in his nose. The brute tried not to sneeze, his ears picking up the paw steps of Sheba. Kade sighed lightly as he slowly rose to his paws, and stretched out his forelimbs. The large brute padded towards the front of the store, where the food stash was. He noticed Sheba eating some of the food, the border collie looked a little more wiry then before, but Kade was unsure if it was due to weight loss or not. The belgian malinois tilted his head as he laid down opposite the collie. He leaned forward and snagged a couple bites from an open bag of food. The guardian looked around the store, noticing a few sleeping dogs here or there. He stood up after he'd finished his meal, and dipped his head before turning towards the small entrance hole and ducked through.

Kade kept himself low to the ground, slinging around the stores building. The pack needed more food, and it was time for the morning patrol anyway. The dark brown male paused every few minutes as he went along the territory. Ducking behind walls, he kept out of side of the runners he saw occasionally. The brute was almost finished when he froze, and tucked himself in a corner. click....click.....click A clicker was walking just downwind of him and Kade kept himself down low. He didn't wanna move, and risk the clicker going after him. Suddenly a sound went off nearby and then paws fled, drawing the clicker away. Eventually it was silent again. Kade was on the farther end of the last part of the border behind the store. He slowly raised himself up slightly and kept going. A few moments later, he was almost back to the pack house, still without seeing food, and he saw a lone dog, and smelled blood. His teeth showed as he soundlessly growled, keeping himself down low. "Who are you?" His voice was low as he talked.

The young pup heard creaking through the store and opened her eyes almost lazily. It had been only a month since she'd lost her parents. Echo didn't want to get up but her grumbling tummy spoke otherwise. The young pup stood up, noticing that Kade, the guardian she had fallen asleep near, was gone. The german shepherd padded towards the food stash, noticing Sheba, the leader, laying near it. Echo wagged her tail slowly as she grabbed a bite of food before laying down by Sheba. "Good morning!" Echo yipped softly, her eyes bright as she looked over at the border collie, her eyes bright as she slowly woke up.

[sorry for small post on Echo]

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