Cooperation { Semi-Lit Stray Dog Roleplay }

[king-rascal.]

Name: Autumn.

Gender: Female

Age: 3 years and 5 months.

Rank Requested: Healer.

Breed: Golden Retriver Mix.

Personality: Im a sweet and careing fae but i can snap a bone so trust me dont make me mad!Yes i see i can be a bit teaseing but its just for fun so dont get upset at me.Im more of an adventure dog so dont be afraid to ask if you can come id love that!"
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History: Wow where to begin i was on the 18 wheeler when i became friends with ezio weve been friends since then and hes like my big brother!Yea hes protective over me like any brother and he cares for me but that dosent mean hes my boy thats just our friendship.after years of living together we joined this pack!

Other: Nope?

Role-played By: RascalJack i prefer Rascal

Name: Ezio.

Gender: Male

Age: roughly 4 years.

Rank Requested: Scavenger.

Breed: A sable german Shepherd.

Personality: 'Some say im brave and daring some say im cocky and a flirt but to yell you im basicly all of them!No im no player i just enjoy talking to the girls they always have intresting storys and i like to call them sweetheart and see the reaction,no its not because i like them its because thats how we greeted the girls back in germany!Im brave and i can be mean but dont take it to heart my bite is worse than my bark!".

History: I was a police dog back in germany i was head of the dogs and well the stars in their eyes until one job when my master was shot down and killed by some robber and my men.as you can see im a retired police dog and i was sick of all the attetion so i ran away on a eighteen wheeler and came here to my current location.

Other: Nope

Role-played By: RascalJack But call Me rascal

[pιтвυll.wolғ]

(love your signature Rascal. )

[shadow;]

Name: Pine

Gender: Male

Age: 4 years old

Rank Requested: Lead scavenger

Breed: A random mix breed

Personality: Pine is quite 'hard'. He comes off as being rather cold and apathetic to those around him. Unlike most dogs, he doesn't like pups. In fact, he can only barley tolorate them. The way Pine talks makes him seem a bit rude, and he has trouble keeping his tone in cheak. He's rarely, if ever, a sweetheart. In his opinion, being on the streets doesn't mean that you need to be sweet to everybody you meet.

History: I'll make it up sooner or later.

Other: He doesn't have that collar from the picture

Role-played By: Shadow.

[Cakewalk]

{Rascal, check your spelling and grammar.
Shadow, lead scavenger is reserved. Is there another rank you would like him to have?}

[reynard]

--- Reserving. Hold Lead Fighter if available? And Healers apprentice. ---

[king-rascal.]

- Sorry i was on my iphone when i made my forms but it should be fixed?
p.s:Still on my phone-

[shadow;]

[Then just a normal scavenger?]

[Cakewalk]

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{Female || Alpha Female || Four Years Old || In the presence of Blaze}
"And you have every right to be scared."

Seven shrugged her thin shoulders, thinking of her own sleeping arrangements. She hadn't picked one place and slept where she fell, which was often in the middle of the warehouse - out where anyone could attack. When a storm was beginning to brew, like it was now, Seven would often remove herself from the territory and escape to the forest where her pack couldn't see her fear. The delicious scent of chicken hit her nose, and her stomach growled with the thought of food, making her realize it had been quite some time since she had taken the time to eat. Even so, she shook her head after he finished talking. "You should keep it for someone else or eat it yourself," she said gently. Her dark brown eyes took in the scar that slid down his haunch, but she made no comment about it. Every dog had their share of scars, and while most of hers were covered by her long fur, one did cut through the fur on her right back leg. It was, in fact, very noticeable, as it was a deep criss-cross of scars from when Chaucer had attempted to overthrow her a little bit after he had arrived at the warehouse. The one on his own leg looked relatively new, though it was none of her business.

{You may reserve lead fighter. Healer's apprentice might be taken, if that's what Rascal what his/her dog to be.
Yes, it needs to be fixed, Rascal.
Normal scavenger is fine. I'll keep it in mind that you wanted lead, and if the person who reserved it doesn't come back, then you can have it.}

[shadow;]

Pine gnawed on his paws, a bit of a nervous habit. Tension was prickling in the air, as it normally did before storms. Unlike pet dogs, the strays couldn't run for safety and cover of a warm building. The warehouse was in pretty bad condition, and he was almost certain his fur would be damp by the time the storm was over.

[HP Fan]

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{Female || Alpha Female || Four Years Old || In the presence of Blaze}
"And you have every right to be scared."

Seven shrugged her thin shoulders, thinking of her own sleeping arrangements. She hadn't picked one place and slept where she fell, which was often in the middle of the warehouse - out where anyone could attack. When a storm was beginning to brew, like it was now, Seven would often remove herself from the territory and escape to the forest where her pack couldn't see her fear. The delicious scent of chicken hit her nose, and her stomach growled with the thought of food, making her realize it had been quite some time since she had taken the time to eat. Even so, she shook her head after he finished talking. "You should keep it for someone else or eat it yourself," she said gently. Her dark brown eyes took in the scar that slid down his haunch, but she made no comment about it. Every dog had their share of scars, and while most of hers were covered by her long fur, one did cut through the fur on her right back leg. It was, in fact, very noticeable, as it was a deep criss-cross of scars from when Chaucer had attempted to overthrow her a little bit after he had arrived at the warehouse. The one on his own leg looked relatively new, though it was none of her business.

{You may reserve lead fighter. Healer's apprentice might be taken, if that's what Rascal what his/her dog to be.
Yes, it needs to be fixed, Rascal.
Normal scavenger is fine. I'll keep it in mind that you wanted lead, and if the person who reserved it doesn't come back, then you can have it.}

Blaze lowered his ears slightly. "Seven. I know your hungry, eat." He said calmly. It had a bit of a commanding voice, and stern, as if talking to a pup. He kept his tail hanging, so she wouldn't think he was trying to overpower her. He nosed it towards her.