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

[Teacup-old]

And you could call it a Gamble,
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g a m b l e
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But I call it life.

Gamble bit his lip at the mention of her name. He nodded with approval, "Yeah, Jess. Pretty name. Being a pet isn't what it's called. It's not food every day, belly rubs, and treats. I got food every time they remembered, got belly rubs from a stranger passing by, and got treats by getting them myself."

His head tilted at the mention of her being pure-bred too, "Ah that's nice. I surely thought you had some golden retriever in you because you were so nice. I was calleda 'Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever'. Long name, huh?" He shook his head. Of all the things he could say he would've said he was starving, but he wasn't.

"Somewhere in California. We got to drive there every year to do it. Atleast I had a full bowl before the competition." Gamble shrugged, perking up at the smell of food. He went cross-eyed as the intoxicating smell entered his nostrils, "What is that stuff?" His mind went blank as he couldn't concentrate much after smelling the food.

{Sounds like Gamble and Elena would get along great.}

[pancreas]

"It's not really..." Jess looked away, her tail thumping against the ground slightly. She was embarrassed, but happy someone liked her name, "Its not very original, I like yours better." She listened to him, her eyes wide, "So, its not as good as some dogs say it is..." He sighed, batting one paw against the ground.

She laughed lightly, shaking her head, "No, though sometimes I wish I was a mix. You fit in better with the strays, I guess." Her ears perked at his name, "That sure is a mouthful!" She smiled, watching him again. Although she knew this might make Gamble uncomfortable, she liked 'looking intently' at other dogs, she sometimes found things out that a quick glance would never spot.

Jess nodded again, raising her nose to taste the air as well. Food! She stood up, moving from under the pier as she searched for the source of the smell. "I don't know, but it smells great!" Then, spotting the wolf-dog a little way down the beach, she stopped, one paw raised.

[amato]

{Sounds like Gamble and Elena would get along great.}

[You think so? x3 Cant wait to start, I made my intro and saved it in my saved area. Now just to be accepted. :3]

[pancreas]

( Like, we should make a gang. >;3 )

[Shiko Hayashi]

:II I z o k u II:
Sometimes life takes you away
It snatches your breath
And leaves you spinning away
But don't forget

Izoku sat there and finally, he sighed, standing up. Nothing would get by if he just sat and watched the sea all day. He began to walk away, when the sun glinted on his scars on his ankles. He paused and stared at them sadly, relieving the memory that had caused them. If he remembered correctly, he had only been a pup when that had happened. He had been caught in a humans trap.

But he had been saved. By a human boy who was no older than him. It was then that he had gained a soft spot for the humans, despite his wolf heritage. Later on, the scars on his back had come. A human had caught him sneaking in it's house's woods and had shot and raked at him, trying to kill him. It was there that he had also gained a hatred for humans. Life became difficult for him.

He had a soft spot for humans because, despite their hatred and selfishness, they always had a kind of affection that was like no other. He hated them for their selfishness and greed and it was when he saw that that his wolf half took over. But what truly sickened him was that those were the kinds of humans that hurt those that did no wrong.

Only then would he leap to kill a human. He had taken three human lives. And each one had left a scar in a place that could never be healed.

[Teacup-old]

And you could call it a Gamble,
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g a m b l e
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But I call it life.

"Please, don't go there. Jess is sooooo much better than Gamble. I mean really? Gamble? What's exciting about that name?" he snorted, looking back at the sea before trotting after her, "I have no further reasons to trust humans. They've done nothing but starve me." His ear twiched, tickling his head, making him shake his head quickly before looking back at her.

Jess had a special feature to her personality that made Gamble calm down and take a chill pill. It felt good for him to be so calm. He looked at his paws after pausing and when he looked back up he trotted after her, "We gotta get some food. It's all I feel like talking about right now. Come on, I know how to do a job on the humans. We will be eating good tonight."

{lol, That would be awesome. Gamble would be in heaven if he was surrounded by females around his size(since he's so short). We should have a PM triangle sometime soon.}

[wibeke]

((Sorry, thought I posted this already. xP)

Baron started running after the others, still unsure of just what he was running from but trusting in the other dogs. Anything that made them all so scared and so willing to run was clearly a threat he wouldn't be able to chase away.
Even so, he skidded to a stop as he realized their destination. Rocks, big, towering rocks.
A shiver ran down his spine as he stared up at them, remembering the mountains back home. They were always distant, of course. Just light, jagged blue outlines that you could see if you happened to venture far enough into the woods. Even then they looked menacing, like teeth just waiting to snatch him up should he come too close. Strange creatures came from those mountains, too. From the mountains came the wolves with the hungry yellow eyes, the ones who didn't run off at the sound of barking.
For the shepherd, they were about as close as it gets to a monster.
He didn't want to climb the rocks, as harmless as they looked. They hardly rivaled the size and ferocity of the mountains back home, but he didn't care. He could see the yellow eyes now, just waiting to attack him and the others. Just like his sheep.
Then he realized it.
He had a herd.
A herd of stray dogs, animals he'd normally protect the herd from, but a herd none the less. The thought caused a large, human-like smile to spread across his face. He had a herd. Even in this screwed up, upside down place he managed to find a place he belonged, or at least, a place he thought he did. So he sat down at the base of the rocks and sat, on guard just as he would at home. For a minute his thoughts unclouded, this place seemed a lot simpler now.
Of course, the others were above him and probably had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but that didn't matter. The sheep never quite acknowledged him either.
Besides, there was no way he was climbing up those rocks. Even now he could feel the stares of the imaginary wolves behind him.
So he just sat there, looking straight ahead.

[pancreas]

"Yeah, but at least humans don't call their children Gamble." Jess sighed, dropping her paw as she started moving again. The dog by the water seemed caught up in his own thoughts, he probably didn't want her company. "Maybe you just fell in with the wrong crowd? Surely there must be some nice people out there..." She shook her head, dismissing the thought. She smiled softly at him, her paws still trudging through the sand.

This was the first time Jess had ever felt at ease with another dog, especially a male. It was nice that she could have normal conversations with someone, even if they were slightly 'random'. "Food sounds good," Jess nodded, looking behind at Gamble and slowing until he was beside her, "This I have to see. Take the lead, oh human tamer." She smiled and paused, looking down the pier and then back up to the road, "Which way?" She asked, tilting her head in question.

( Yes, it would be entertaining. ;D Mhm. )

[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 sat, his mouth chewing on air while he took in what Sloan said. After realizing that he was still on the ground, Killer simple lowered his hindquarters and laid down in front of Sloan, "What? Leon? Who's Leon?" Killer looked behind him to make sure no other dogs where there before turning back to the Akbash with his head tilted and a skeptical look in his eye, "Are.. You okay? I mean.. If your brain okay? Are you seeing floating pigs and bacon? Or just.. Hearing things?" Killer hadn't a clue what it was like to be crazy, seeing that he refused to admit that he himself had a few loose screws, so he simple made things up as he spoke, hoping he sounded smart. "Sloan? That's nice." Killer's eyes traveled to the trash can behind to large dog then back up to him, "Anyways, if you're looking for food, you're looking in the wrong place entirely. For food, you look near the food places.. Not random alleys." Killer laughed again as he stood and began to trot down an alley, toward the main road again, "Follow me, Leon knows the way to some great food places." While Killer continued to trot down the alley, another little outbreak took his body over. This one was much shorter then the previous two or three, and it simply ended with Killer running into a brick wall head-first. With a few confused growls rumbling in his chest, Killer stumbled down the alley, rather slowly, occasionally falling over and pulling himself back up with a laugh or two.

((Repost. xD You guys post so fast. <3))

[Teacup-old]

And you could call it a Gamble,
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g a m b l e
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But I call it life.

Gamble smiled, trotting forward through the sand. It would be easy as long as the humans couldn't catch him, "You may want to stay hidden. I'll handle dinner tonight." His tail stayed low next to his legs as the tip curled up, but his nose was stuck in the air as he trailed the scent.

. . .

Gamble sat, staring at the man who gave away the hot dogs. As the man looked down and spotted him, he told him to shoo and get out of here, but he stayed put. All he needed was a few hotdogs. Still staring at the man as he made himself a hotdog, Gamble began to whine. He stood and offered his paw, cutely hitting the air to try getting the food. "What, you want some of my hot dogs? You sure? 'Cause you look sorta short to be as cute as you are. You a puppy, huh?" Gamble tilted his head, not fully understanding.

All he had come for was the food. The man sighed and grabbed a single hot dog without the bun and handed it over. Gamble took it over to Jess, "Eat it and come over here." He trotted back to the man, nudging the man to get another. He just shooed him away, though. "Fine. Jess, when I distract him try grabbing a few or making the cart roll away and crash." Gamble took in a deep breath. What he was about to do was crazy.

He jumped on the man, licking his face lovingly as Jess did whatever. His tail wagged as the man was on the floor, Gamble standing on top of him. He didn't stop either, he just kept licking his face until Jess gave the clear.

{Haha, I feel guilty. All I do to post his table is qoute it, delete stuff, then re-write it all. It's fun to take the easy way, though. I may be changing the set up, by the way. Oh, and if you didn't know Gamble's owners made it impossible for him to fall in love by getting him clipped, so he's just going to be the popular one with all the friends who are girls. xD}