Within the ruins (closed, new thread)

[Doctor.Who.]

Name:Toothless
Gender: male
Species: German Shepard
Age:Adult
Mood: borred
Crush: -
Tags: midnight


he laid patiently for someone to interact with him, he looked around and spotted the other canines but sat there

[Ollie.]

Name: Albert
Nickname: Al or Alby
Age: Four Years
Gender: Male
Breed: Irish Wolfhound
Rank: Omega
Personality: Albert was always a submissive, even as a puppy. Although he's so large, he's super skiddish
and listens to everyone's orders almost instantly. Albert is not one to betray or destroy someone of his pack, but has suffered from a fair few of fights, but never fought back, he's been lucky enough to be saved by other dogs just in time for him not to receive terrible injuries.
Other: None

[exempt]

(Accepted.)

[bear ♡]

Name;;
Ollie

Nickname;;
Lee ---

Age;;
2 years old

Gender;;
Female

Breed;;
Husky mix

Rank;;
Fighter

Personality;;
Ollie is a very strong willed young female. She never backs down from a fight and is always willing to stand up for what she believes in. She is protective and willing to risk herself for those she loves. She is easily offended and hot headed, her temper often getting the best of her. Most consider her to be very reserved but it's only until she takes a liking to you.

[exempt]

(Accepted.)

[Ollie.]

{ Has the role-play begun? If so, may I get an update on where everyone is? }

[Corvette]

[ yeah, not sure i'm liking the.. A.pril fools thing. where do.g is replaced with table. especially when rping.

instead of ra.ts you could replace it with rodents? ]

sheldon - male - smooth collie - four years - lead hunter - crush; open - mate; none - tagged; venice

Sheldon padded away from the other canines. He wanted to meet someone he hadn't.... necessarily hung around more than usual. Venice would be perfect for that. They'd never actually met before, except the occasional "passing by" and the nods to each other. But, today he was going to find her and meet her personally. Besides, Venice was one of Sheldon's hunters. Why not take the time to meet her personally? Pushing himself around the territory, the brute shoved his nose to the ground, trying to find the scent of the collie vixen. Grinning as Sheldon caught her scent, the male took off, ignoring the other canines. While he chased after the scent, he kept alert for rodents along the way. Anything to help the pack. Nothing. Oh well. Picking up the pace as the scent got stronger, Sheldon smiled as the tan and white spot soon became her figure. Flicking his tongue out of his maw in a soft pant, the smooth collie brute slowed his pace to meet the fae, "Ahh, glad I caught you." he said with his usual cheeky grin. "You are Venice, correct? Oh, of course I'm correct!" the brute beamed, "I am Sheldon."

[Doctor.Who.]

(i did start, but i only know where my people are at, i just joined)

[.KeithKogane]

Aurora took her morning walk threw a area of flowers on the far west side of the park. It had many trees but flowers at the sides of the trail. She walked along the trail, her blue eyes looking around at the flowers. This was the one place where the delta felt at peace, where the workd didn't go to crap. The husky's eyes sparkled in the reflection of the sunlight, a she took in the scent of the flowers. Aurora padded over to her favorite area, with white roses with red trims. She loved how the they looke and smelled, it kind of remind her of her mother. -open

Knox rested on his large rock, looking around camp. This was where he could keep an eye on the pack and help when needed. Never did talk much, though who would want to talk with him? All he is, is a fighter. A icy hearted fighter. That's been his life, and never had much affection from anyone. The most the d.o.g got from his owner Derek was a pat on the head. Never a collar, sine Knox always ripped them off. He staid quiet as his blue gaze looked around others, studying their movements and their behavior. A soft sigh floated from the brute's muzzle, feeling generally bored. -open

Felt like reposting

[exempt]

(Yeah roleplaying has started, though not much has happened. All the canines are just sort of wandering around or starting to meet up with others. My characters Jay and Cyris are open for anybody.)

Kiba heard footsteps behind him, and turned his head around to see Arizona. "Hello," he greeted before turning his attention back in front of them. "Find anything today?" He questioned, referring to nothing in specific. Food, threats, scents of a loner, whatever may apply. Once at his usual spot, the canine sat down in the short grass, stretching his front paws out in front of him before drawing them back in and straightening up. He was positioned with his back to the crumbling wall, facing outward so he could see any d-og walking through the park. He wondered for a moment where the rest of their pack members were. However, it was still early morning so it wouldn't surprise him if they were still asleep. He made a small grunt of surprise as he was knocked into and instantly rose to his feet, turning to see who it was. Realizing it was only Belle, he relaxed, nodding his slightly in greeting. "It's fine, no harm done," he replied with a small shrug of his shoulders as she apologized.

Cyris debated weather or not she should enter this town. Clearly, other d-ogs resided here though how many she had no idea. The last time she had happened to run into someone of the same species, she had only been met with hostility, which she had simply returned. Giving a mental shrug, the greyhound padded forward, weaving around some crumpled buildings as she made her way deeper into the town. All the while she glanced around, on guard.

The pup growled, thinking something had attacked him. Jay jumped to his feet, his eyes darting around to see who it was. Feeling naive, he realized it was the trash can he had hit which had knocked over on him. He quickly forgot about the bird feather he had been chasing when he picked up the smell of old meat. He followed it for a moment to the spilled contents of the bin, rummaging around in the trash. Pulling out a chick-en bone, he realized all the meat had already been pulled from it. It left only the smell, which seemed to taunt the small canine. Annoyed, he grumbled and wandered out of the alley, looking quickly around.