Just B R E A T H E [Semi-Lit Canine Roleplay]

[Teacup-old]

Character's Name- Gamble.
Age- Two years, eight months.
Breed - Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever.
Personality - Gamble can be wuite hard-headed at times, but for the most part he's just a coward. He doesn't have the brains or the muscle to fight, really all he can do is make others happy. He isn't bright, but when it comes to food he's the best tracker around. Seeing as he has hunting bloodlines, Gamble uses his instincts to score a meal every once in a while. He would do best on the streets in a small group of males where he can make others laugh.
Gender- Brute.
Appearence - Clicky. <3
Appearence - Gamble doesn't have much to high. He weighs fourty-nine pounds and measures to be twenty-one inches at the shoulder. Seeing as he was once a pet and got into alot of trouble, he has a scar running down his muzzle from knocking over a glass of water and cutting himself. Other than that, the male is fairly well hidden.
Display Colour - Bolded Grey.
Anything Else? - I may be out because I'm sick. Also, I'll be PMing some people to see if they could create a little gang thing if that's okay.

[Ollie.]

Jude looked at Blake, snapping out of her train of thought, "Oh yes, I'm fine, I'm just a little anxious to get going. I don't want to leave this dog behind though.. I don't think any of us do." She said to Blake, looking at the Basenji. Jude's black ears flickered to and fro as she listened for humans, she shifted her paws anxiously, feeling the sand go in between her toes as she looked behind them. If we get caught, we'll most likely get hurt by the humans.. She thought to herself, as her body tensed up at the thought.

[wibeke]

((Thanks Ika. x3
Just as a note, he lived a lot farther north at first, that's why he's always thinking about the cold.)

Baron stared at the dog that had just spoken, a look of confusion clear on his face. Running? From humans? It didn't make sense to him, everything was backwards here. It was all wrong, like his entire world had just been turn on it's head.
Well, maybe it has.
He never had any reason to dislike the humans, they never gave him any reason to go running in fear. They were the food bringers, the ones with warm shelters when even the dogs could no longer bear the cold. Even the humans in the shelter treated him with some degree of kindness, filling his food and water bowls every day. Sometimes they even offered a head scratch, though the startled shepherd would snap at their advances, his thoughts clouded from the stress of being confined.
If anything, it was the dogs he feared, and once again he was alarmed by their kindness. Or rather, their tolerance of him. Kindness would imply that he trusted them, something he certainly wasn't capable of at the moment. He was still watching every move, ready to attack at the slightest sign of aggression. Dogs were, in his mind, things to be attacked or avoided. They were predators, a threat to the herd's safety, and must always be treated as such or they all were to die. Apart from the loud, harsh warning barks, a guard dog wasn't to speak to his attackers at all. It was hardly worth it anyways. The coyotes would always talk in riddles, trying to out smart him, while the strays were rude and unintelligent.
He just wanted to go home where everything made sense, where the ground actually had grass, where machines didn't try to flatten him, where humans weren't terrible creatures, and where everything still made some amount of sense.
The words of the the shiba inu finally snapped him out of his daze, becoming suddenly aware that if he was to have any chance of survival he was just going to have to listen to him. Maybe not understand, but at the very least listen and go along with them. "Let's go." He barked, looking back at the approaching humans. For a moment he thought of staying and attacking like he would've in the herd, but there was no telling what would happen then.

[ossa di cervo]

Killer
As we walk among these shadows, in these streets, this field of battle.
Take it up, we wear the medal, raise your hands with burning candles.

Killer threw his head back in laughter as he tail continued moving back and forth, "Let them get you! And then, when they think they have you, go crazy!" Killer leapt to his feet and grinned, "It's eas--" Sudden snarls came from his mouth as he ran around in circles, yet again chasing after his tail, "You moron! Just shut up for once will you, you're no help and you're going to get us killed with your idiotic ideas!" Once his little ordeal was done Killer laughed hollowly as he turned back to Sloan, "What? Me? Fine? Of course I'm fine. It's just that Leon has some stupid ideas sometimes. He isn't exactly creative." Killer's eyes went from the ground, to his tail, to the ground again, then up at Sloan, "By the way, I'm Killer." The large dog barked a few times as he went down on his two front legs, with his tail in the air, "What's your name? I mean, if you don't mind telling me."

[Ollie.]

[xD Killer is crazy!! I love it!]
Jude quickly jumped up from where she was standing, her heart now racing again as her paws sunk into the grainy sand. The anxiety of waiting for the larger dog to join them had made Jude's skin sweat, making her fur stick to her skin slightly, her leg muscles ached from all the running so she was shaky and a bit uneven when she ran with the others. Jude's curled tail rested on her back, bobbing as she bounded through the grainy sand that felt so warm under the pads of her paws.

[ika;]

--Accepted everyone, welcome <33

The stranger dog stared at Tia for a moment, and she held his gaze- as uncomfortable as the eye-contact made her. She was never the most confident of dogs, so doing this with one she didn't even know was unfamiliar to her. She watched the confusion cross his face, and for a moment she felt sorry for him; he really seemed confused at this turn of events. Exactly as she had the first night spent here, meandering to and fro, approaching the humans and watching them with doleful eyes- pleading but to no avail. Shaking herself from her mind, she cast a quick stare over her shoulder, and smiled warmly when she found the dog from the garbage still with them. He looked someone she would want to get to know later.

Relieved more than she could say when the dog made his decision, once again, the Sloughi took off, heading blindly for the jagged rocks that rose up at the end of the beach, trying desperately to avoid staring at the sea. Tia knew that if she saw it- no matter how fleetingly, she would freeze. And that was something their small group could not afford to do with the growing threat approaching them. She wondered how long they'd persue them. A memory flickered back of watching her father course a hare- the longing and desperate frenzy in his eyes she could liken to the expression in the humans. Tia swallowed hastily.

"It's up here!" She yelped, skidding to a halt in the damp sand. Tilting her head back, Tia's hazel eyes found the deep crevice in the cliff face, but her body still remained as tight as a pulled bowstring. Ready for anything.

[wolverine♥]

(Killer is adorable! <3 His personality is such a win.)

Sloan smiled lightly at the Doberman's comment. "Yeah, but they're smart," he murmured. He cocked his head to the side, thinking. That's not a half-bad idea, though, he thought. But I have a point. They're much craftier. He was snapped out of his thoughts as the dog started chasing his tail in frenzied barks. "What? I-I didn't say anything! Sorry!" His eyes were stretched wide, with both utter surprise and confusedness from this odd dog. His ears flattened as the Doberman turned back towards him with a hollow laugh. He's crazy!

After a few seconds of explaining, though, Sloan relaxed slightly and emitted a small, nervous laugh. "Um, oh. Leon, huh? Nice name." His eyes sparked with humor. "He...talks to you? Huh." He sat down, his fluffy tail curling around his hind leg. "I'm Sloan." Well, he thought, he's odd, but I like him. Quirky and weird, yet friendly. It wouldn't hurt to make at least one friend here, huh?

[Ollie.]

Jude's heart pounded in her ears as she ran with the others, she skid to a stop, the grains of sand scratching her pads. Her tongue some how found a way out of her mouth as she panted and looked up at the rocks. "Do you think we could all make it?" she asked, concerned for her new friends. Judes black ears laid on the back of her head as she scanned the rocks for a place to put their paws, her tail slightly waving to and fro while she studied the rocks.

[ika;]

--I love Killer, he's very original <33

Tia heard Jude, and turned to her. "We'll have to try. I made it up here, so everyone else should be able to." She clung on to this hope, repeating it in her mind over and over, as if it would solidify their chances and aid them in the precarious climb. She could see the rocks were slippery, no doubt from the salty sea spray that flicked onto them when the tide was in. The tide...Tia shuddered. An experience so close to death like that- it changes a dog completely.

Leaning up against the rocks, she pressed one paw onto the dryest bit. "Here!" She yelped, looking up at where she thought she had climbed not so long ago. Stepping back to give the others a clear view, Tia frantically shifted on her paws, wondering who would make the climb first.

[ossa di cervo]

((D'aw, thanks guys. <3 If you could see me right now, you'd see the blush. ;D I'll reply tomorrow, I'm about to head over to a friends.))