Two Different Lives (Semi-Lit Dog RP) OPEN!

[FiddleStix]

(Kiba I did reply, you must have missed my post, here's what I said)

Duchess was panting from the sun beating down on her think fur. She decided it was getting too hot so she headed in the back and lapped up some water from her dish. As she was drinking, she heard barking(Ariel) so she lifted her head and walked towards the direction of the noise. There appeared to be a dog in the yard next to her. Duchess poked her narrow snout through the slots of the fence and took in a deep breath. Then, she greeted the dog with a bark. "Hi, I'm Duchess."

Ripper was lying under the rusting metal that was leaning up against a building when he smelled something. He put his ears back and curled his lips. "Who's there?" He asked with a growl as he emerged from his shelter. Ripper cautiously turned the corner to find a Shepherd gnawing on a bone (Charlie). Ripper stopped in his tracks not wanting to pick a fight with a dog trying to defend his meal.

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Scarlett twitched her ears occasionally as she listened to the strays sad story and she whined softly. "That sounds so harsh." she muttered to him with puppy dog eyes. " You must have felt so broken." she continued, lifting her head to look at Claymore this time instead of her paws. The Australian Shepherd sighed softly. Those humans can be so cruel. Scar thought to herself, still watching Claymore, waiting for his reply eventhough she didn't ask a question. Scarlett never did understand how people could be so harsh to their pets who guard their house at night, comfort them and play with them. It sickens her and she wrinkled her nose in disgust at her thought.

The bouncing puppy raced around and around in his small back yard, his favourite yellow teddy in his mouth. Asha barked playfully, his short tail wagging frantically eventhough he was on his own. Asha was the kind of puppy that laughed at just about everything and anything and found it all fun and games. This black puppy never took life seriously and was always bouncy, energetic and active which made him very clumsy. He ran up to the back yard fence and placed his front paws over the edge. He dropped his toy and let out a playful yip to see if anyone would reply.

Claymore's head tipped to the side as his ears straightened out. But no words passed through his jaws. He rather not talk if he did not care for a story, so he just stood his ground silently. Plus there really was no questions or anything directed to him, so he will speak when spoken to.