Our World (Semi Lit/Literate Dog RP) [Accepting]

[Beebop]

((I know, that made me so sad to write T_T
And I don't know who should get the puppies... but they'll need someone to take care of them now! Alicka should have them if she would like. I'm making sheets for them now....))

[Beebop]

My Username: Beebop
Character's Name: Misty
Gender: Female
Breed: German Shepherd Mix
Family: Bay, Azalea, Scout
Personality: To be RPed
Brief History of Previous Life: Not much to be told; she was born after the Bang to Bay and Azalea. Her older brother died shortly after being born and her mother followed not long after.
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My Username: Beebop
Character's Name: Scout
Gender: Female
Breed: German Shepherd Mix
Family: Bay, Azalea, Misty
Personality: To be RPed
Brief History of Previous Life: Same as her sister
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((So I gave them names; they can be changed later on if we want ^^))

[gubgubqwas]

Rowan looked to the heavens, to Azalea's new home. He only wished he could've helped; that he could go back in time and somehow heal Azalea. He knew Alika could mother the puppies... but he felt deeply sorry for her. She had gotten her wish of puppies, but had lost her closest friend in the process. Rowan heard cries and whimpers day and night from Bay, and knew hey was in deep mourning. He wanted to express his condolences, but he was afraid of Bay right now. When you are in grief like this, nothing else in the world matters. This was all his fault!! He sprinted around, shaking his head wildly. It seemed as if the bright sun and soft winds were mocking Azalea’s death. “This can't be true!” he screamed,” AZALEA IS NOT DEAD!”

Hours later in the night, he rested his head on Alika’s shoulder. Azalea’s death was now certain in his mind, and Alika had tried her best helping Azalea give birth, but it was over now. Rowan sighed… a long, deep sigh like the sound of a soft breeze. The dogs would live on. He knew the puppies would grow up strong in this group. Alika would take great care of them and they would be great dogs. He hoped…

(Dramatic story so far guys!! I like it!)

[Teacup-old]

[I call the pups for Alika!]
Alika looked down at the two pups and began licking them throughly. These pups could not die. The death of Azalea and the male pup was heartbreaking. Her blue eyes looked black in the depth of the basement. She picked up the first pup, more merle colored than the second one and the fur type different. She held him on the neck softly and padded over to the hole, climbing through. The pups needed a new nursery, and she wanted them to feel the warmth of the sun instead of the cold of the shadows.

Silent whimpers brought out her mother instincts. She pulled herself up out of the hole, using her front legs as the muscles in her legs rippled. She set the pup on a lone patch of grass, perfect for the pup to be safe, yet warm. She turned back to head for the other pup, trotting to the hole and sneaking through it. She gently picked up the second female, licking it's head and neck a second time before hand. She once agian made her way across the room and up into the sunlight. Little squels came from the pup's mouth. She set her next to her sister, this pup had a bobbed tail, quite uncommon.

Alika nuzzled the two girls closer together, determined to find a nursery for them with safety, warmth, and shade to spare; plus a good yarrd for them to play in. She might have to dig one herself, though. Not all dens were that perfect, though. She would have to work to respect it in order to keep it. She began her journey, asking Rowan to watch the pups and keep them close with a lick on his nose.

[Beebop]

((I have SUCH a writers block right now. I'll probably post later tonight... take good care of the girls, Alika!))

[Teacup-old]

[Oh, I will. I have to get off in about 20 minutes...]

Edit: [Nevermind...]

[Beebop]

Bay emerged from the tunnel hours after the death of his beloved, the fur on his cheeks matted with dried tears, but no new ones coming. He held his head higher than one might expect, his expression icy and worn.
He surveyed the scene before him with a stoney eye, ignoring the others around him. Still, he couldn't help but rest his gaze on Alika, who had his two tiny daughters curled at her feet. She nuzzled them affectionately and stood, leaving Rowan to watch them instead.
Bay supposed he should go see them, what with them being his daughters and all. Or at least, Azalea had told him they were his. He could never be sure with her; he often worried she had flings with other dogs, most recently a labrador who had been adopted few months before the Bang. Still, he found his paws carrying him to the place where the puppies were sleeping, and upon arrival he cursed himself mentally for ever doubting his mate. There was obviously not a touch of labrador in them, and one's pointy ears proved his genes were there.
He still wasn't entirely sure how to feel about them, though. The shepherd ignored Rowan and sat beside them awkwardly, lifting one's head gently with his paw and causing her to whine. She was warm and soft to the touch, and smaller than Bay had ever thought possible. The spots on her coat were painfully reminiscent of her mother's. He felt a small pang of affection towards her, unsure of what he should do about it, but affectionate none the less. It occurred to him that he would have nothing to feed them, but his fretting was quickly cut short by another, nastier thought that crossed his mind. It was their fault.
Bay suddenly withdrew his paw, letting the newborn's head fall unto the ground below and watching as she cried and groped around blindly, unable to get away. Any traces of curiosity or affection left his face to be replaced by an expression of pure anger. He wrinkled his muzzle in disgust at what he had created, at how such a painfully innocent creature had taken his love from him. Bay had once hoped for a son, but now found himself glad the only boy had died and wishing that the other two would follow. These murderers, these cold-blooded killers had wormed their way inside their mother, attaching themselves to her like parasites and growing stronger by the day as they drained her strength. She had wasted away for them, and now they lived while she lay dead on the cold, unforgiving floor of the basement. His daughter's mewling made him sick and he suddenly had a wild urge to end her life where she lay, small and helpless, on the ground.
The shepherd quivered there for a few moments, willing his body to take her up and snap her neck in his powerful jaws, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He only became more angry at his own weakness and in a sudden outburst of rage he leapt forward, grabbing one of the puppies around it's middle. He didn't know or care which one it was; all he knew what that he hated it. Maybe he couldn't force himself to kill his own flesh and blood, but he could leave her to die. He would leave her to die. His young daughters would pay for what they had done to their mother, and he tore off through the rubble, his puppy crying and squirming between his teeth. Bay clamped his jaws down and ran, nearly blinded by his own rage, and willed his legs to take him somewhere where he could leave the wretched thing and never have to set eyes upon it again. Somewhere where the others could never find her.

((This post is a little hectic, sorry about that... Bay's just upset right now so his thoughts are all jumbled. That poor puppy, though D:))

[Teacup-old]

Alika heard the cries of one of the pups getting closer. It occured to her that Bay had snatch her. She snarled in her head, barreling into him and forcing him to give up the pup. She stood over his body, snarling outside at him this time. "Drop her." she snarled. She would show no mercy to Bay in this time period. It was clear she could not trust him around the pups. She nipped at his neck, sending sharp pains to his brain making it clear she was there. Her body language was not showing happiness at all right now. Bay had let her down. She thought he could hadnle it, but obviously not. She would find a den and keep them there as she nursed them and protected them with love. Her massive paws felt like boulders to her as they stopped on the dirt. "Give me her!" she snarled louder.
This upset her; to see the pup's own father trying to kill her. She made up her mind. She would lie to the pups as they got older and tell them he died, along with their brother. She hoped Bay would burn in a firey inferno, but couldn't make her head believe it. She would have to pretend to be the pups' only family.

[Beebop]

In his fit, Bay didn't see the Alika as she ran toward him, barreling full force into his side and knocking him down. He snarled wildly as he righted himself, standing defensively with his head held low. He wasn't thinking straight and he no longer cared about the others, but he was still aware of his own wellbeing and had the foresight to see the other dog's intentions. He noted the rest of the group lurking silently behind her, and knew he couldn't possibly hold them all off.
At the female's command he let his daughter go, practically spitting her out and letting her tumble as far as gravity wished to take her. A sick satisfaction swelled in his chest while he watched her fall, ultimately coming to a rest on her back and flailing weakly at the open air with her tiny paws. Beads of blood appeared on her sides where his teeth had pierced her delicate skin as she cried. Bay ran his tongue over his bared teeth with a thirst for more.
He realized Alika would take them away and hide them from him, making it impossible for him to exact revenge on his mate's killers. Still, he faced the dog opposite him with a wild grin on his face, a low, cruel chuckle passing through his gleaming fangs and resonating in his wide eyes. He appeared a totally different person, alienated from the rest of the group by his new emotions, feelings the rest could not possibly hope to understand. Perhaps he had taken the death strangely, perhaps he was simply going mad while his world crashed down and crumbled around his ankles, but he no longer felt one with the group.
He lifted his head high, exposing every tooth that was set into his jaw. "You take her, see if I care! You've nothing to feed her, and she'll be dead within the week!" He leapt forward in his insane glee, landing crouched on his forelegs in front of his daughter. He narrowed his dark eyes and whispered into the squealing puppy's ear, "Child, you are no daughter of mine." The grin left his face. "You know what you've done, but you were so stupid you didn't have the foresight to see what it would do to you in the end! You will die, dear child; die because you so arrogantly killed the only one in this world who could have cared for you. And if you don't..." Bay sat up, pulling himself to his full hight above the quivering pup, "...I swear to you that one day, I will stain the earth with your blood."
He gave one last, cold look to Alika and turned, smiling to himself at the iron aftertaste his daughter's blood had left in his mouth. Then he was off, not being in a running mood, but walking instead. Where to, he didn't know, but he swore he would one day see the end of his children. For now, he would find a way to live alongside the others somehow, after they had calmed a bit. He would lay in wait, and someday avenge his love's bitter death.

((GASP! Bad Bay, geez! Why are my characters all turning out to be so mean/dead!?
But in all seriousness, I apologize for this post. I'm really a terrible writer and this was supposed to sound a lot better than it actually does XD))

[Teacup-old]

Alika snarled at Bay’s evil grin, making her sick to her stomach. “You’ll pay!” she argued, her grin now dead in anger. With Bay’s remark in how she wouldn’t be able to feed the pups, she spilled. “I do! Because I’m pregnant!” she paused, her eyes filled with fear.
What had she just done? No one should have known. It was only her business, and now everyone knew. This angered her even more. Her dark side began to appear, felling the urge to rip off Bay’s head. She ran after him, jumping on his back again and pinned him, her strength showing like never before. “You listen to me!” she snarled in his face, “You will pay for your actions. I will grow your pups to be strong and we will reign over you until you die. You can’t do anything about it, because now the whole pack has heard what you said.” She spat at him, putting her paw on his throat, angrily. She removed her paw after a few minutes and trotted back to the pup, glaring at Bay.
Alika began to gently lick her wounds, the blood washing into her mouth and flowing on her tongue. She knew this pup would not survive from the wounds, but for what it was worth; the pup would be named Misty, short for Mysterious Love. She took the pup in her mouth by the extra skin on her neck and began trotting back to camp. She would seek revenge for Bay’s actions, but only Misty and the other female could kill him; for he was their own flesh and blood. She hoped this would all disappear quickly, but that wouldn’t work. She began to think over names for the second pup, names popping out everywhere. She decided on Scout, short for Scouting Hearts.
Her own pups would have to be born, though too. It was the perfect situation to pretend the two were hers. She was a Blue Heeler Mix just like Azalea, so they would look a little bit like her. For now, until her pups were born, she would have to nurse them from Azalea’s cold body. Her pups were due in about two weeks now, no one had really noticed her stomach bulging. She gave a half smile, setting Misty next to Scout. She would need help transferring them to the new den. Maybe Rowan would help her, but she couldn’t know for sure.
Rowan had always been a mystery to her. She could never figure out who he really liked, considering how he laid his head on her shoulder, though she tried to ignore it. All she knew was that she would need a mate to help take care of Misty and Scout.

OOC: -gasp- Drama...