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[arabmorgan]

m y r a
{ female } { kooikerhondje } { 2 years } { the sociable }

Myra's eyes widened at the sound of fluttering from the alley. Pigeon? she wondered, beginning to get excited. It wasn't often that birds were caught around here, but she might have a chance if she kept her pawsteps quiet. The young dog slunk low to the ground, peering through the darkness of the alley till she spotted an unsuspecting pigeon pecking at the ground. A few moments later and a few pawsteps closer, Myra lunged, missing the startled bird by inches. It started to flutter upwards, but with a massive leap and a swipe of her paw the pigeon was flung against the wall of the alley. Myra finished the stunned bird off with a quick bite and immediately began tearing into it, the momentary pride of her unusual catch overwhelmed by hunger.

[Barron]

Finn.

After another five little moles, I set back to my favorite car. The cherry red car had the number same number that my boy Maddie would be this year. What was he doing now? His birthday was less than two months away now, and I had promised myself to be home before than. I wasn't sure if I would make that date though, as I had no idea where the hell I was. What if they already have another dog? What is Maddie forgot about me? The questions went on for miles, and I had to bit my own paw to stop them. Suddenly, I heard another dog or two trailing through the woods near my ride. Jumping into my car, I listened and watched for something to apear.

[~Cherry~]

Name:
My name is Moon....
Age:
I am 5 years old...
Gender:
Can't you see?! I'm a fae!
Breed:
Ex-police dog. I'm an Alsatian.
Looks:
Look at me yourself. Since it seems you're blind, I look just like any ordinary Alsatian, Just.... with more black. and I have a kind of saddle-like mark on my back.
Personality:
I'm chirpy, but serious, and I guess sometimes I can get angry. But I'll stick up for my friends and family through thick and thin.
History:
I was bought up in Germany but then dragged over here to be a Police dog. I was knocked out and lost in the streets. They never came to find me.
Other:
No, there's nothing else to tell but be careful if you get on my nerves...

[bubiza]

((anybody got a free character any of mine could interact with?))

After much thought, Miles decided to head for the forest. At least they'd be a few more animals he could eat, although it was much riskier. The animals tended to be faster, plus there were rival predators looking for food. Hawks, foxes and otters, to name a few. Plus any other dogs who had decided to go hunt as well. Besides, it used up a lot of energy. Nevertheless, he headed that way, sniffing around for any scents.

[~Cherry~]

(Moon is free)

[HP Fan]

( ah. Ok )

Akira slipped out of the forest. She made her home in the bordering forest, away from the others. She didn't want anyone to disturb her while she slept. The chocolate lab started towards the fairgrounds. Her tail wagged lazily. It was only a matter of time before someone realised she would have pups soon. But she would hide it as long as she could. She glanced around, looking any source of food. She was starving, and she had to eat double because of the puppies. She sighed heavily, stopping to scan the area. Akira then let her head lower to the ground, her chocolate nose snatching at the scents. Sarik. Myra. A rat. These were just some of the newer scents. She could faintly pick up the scent rabbit blood. She followed the scent of the rat, leading to a small hole in the ground. She started to dig at the entrance, flinging the dirt behind her. She quickly heard terrified squeals. The sound made her dig even faster. She snatched at the grey blur that was the fleeing rat, hearing a crunch as she bit down on its neck, instantly snapping its neck and killing it. She then lay down and pulled the fur from the rat, spitting it out, before starting on the little meat there was. She quickly finished it, leaving the bones. That did little to nothing to satisfy her hunger. She was starving.

[arabmorgan]

m y r a
{ female } { kooikerhondje } { 2 years } { the sociable }

The plump pigeon was more than enough to sate Myra, given her small frame. She padded out of the alley slightly dustier than before, licking her chops in satisfaction. She left Sarik to his rat and headed in a random direction, traveling aimlessly for a bit. She passed Miles as she was crossing the fairgrounds and greeted him with a polite nod. Before she could speak, though, the sound of faint squealing of prey reached her ears, coming from the forest that Miles was heading toward. She fell into step beside the hound, her curiosity getting the better of her. "I wonder who else is hunting around here,"
she mentioned, not directing her remark to anyone in particular. Her ears were pricked as she peered ahead, her eyes bright and friendly.

[~Cherry~]

Moon spotted a dog coming towards her through the fairground. she ran to it enthusiastically. Panting, she stopped in front of the young, small dog. "Who are you," Moon gasped. "And what is your business here? Is there anyone else?" She asked, glancing cautiously around the abandoned, rusty fairground. "Will they attempt harm? I am moon, an Ex-police dog. I am willing to do anything in words of loyalty to join you in your quest to survive." She spoke in a heavily german accent, pronouncing each word carefully; she had not been in this country long.

[bubiza]

"Oh really?" Miles muttered, moving towards Myra. Her voice was cool and crisp in the morning air, and rang across the forest. He quite liked the sound of it, but he didn't care for its owner. "Well, I'm trying to find some food here, so if you don't mind... not eating everything..." He headed towards a bush, sniffing around and hoping to find a mole. It was no use, though; he couldn't hunt, but didn't want to make this clear to Myra.

[arabmorgan]

m y r a
{ female } { kooikerhondje } { 2 years } { the sociable }

Myra fidgeted slightly, feeling bored given that Miles wasn't really paying much attention to her and seemed more interested in looking for food. "I already ate though," the young dog protested mildly. "Anyway, I'll see you around!" She trotted off, quite unbothered. Most of the dogs here weren't extremely social like her, but they were nice enough being so tolerant. She wandered away, padding along the boundary of the trees with the idea of finding a squirrrel to chase, just for the fun of it.