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

[ossa di cervo]

D.A.K.O.T.A.

I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real.
I wanna find something I've wanted all along; Somewhere I belong.

Dakota sat in the shade of an alley, her brown eyes staring out at the passing humans, trash and the occasional rodent. Her stomach was full and she was, for the most part, content. Of course, she wasn't the happiest dog alive, what kind of dog would be happy with the life of a stray? Dakota's mind wondered to her days back in the Irish fields, full of sheep and the smells of that sweet air. Of course, Dakota wasn't the preferred breed for a sheep-dog, but she had done her job, and done it well. She was up top with all the Collies back home. But that was before they had moved. Now she was just a strange dog in a strange land.

Several humans passed and ran their fingers through the fur on her head, cooing and muttering something to her. Dakota never really responded, her head simply bounced under the pressure and her eyes flicked to the human face, then quickly back to the road ahead. Every now and then a humans hand would move to her chin, and Dakota would force herself to lick at the palm, tasting the salt and cringing on the inside. That rarely happened though, so the dog didn't really have much to worry about.

Ever since Dakota arrived in this bland city, full of tall, intimidating buildings, racing cars and filth all over the ground, the dog has found herself quiet and tense. She doesn't enjoy it here, but she knows it's just home tugging at her heart. All her friends from back on the farm... all her friends they were forced to leave behind. Dakota sighed from her shady spot in the alley and hung her head a little as she waited for something to happen, or some urge to move to overcome her body.

((I would have her run into the three of you, but I don't think they'd enjoy Dakota much. xD You guys and your pictures.. You dragged me into it too. ._.))

[amato]

[Awe, But we wouldn't mind. ;-; In fact, it can spice up the situation... X3]

[pancreas]

Jess watched the dog for a moment, then decided she was no threat. She dropped the hot dog, nudging it with her nose to roll it closer to the other female. "We brought food." She told her, raising her head to return the dog's glances. She was a cross breed, no doubt, but she was a cute looking dog. One that looked like she would be able to get what she wanted. She smiled, stepping back so as not to crowd the dog and she looked behind her, at the road, the street lights, and the humans. She looked at Gamble, wondering what was going on in his mind.

Glancing back at the other female, she tilted her head, "We aren't going to attack you..." She murmured, sitting back on her haunches. She watched her quietly, wondering whether she would take the food, or leave it. Although she had no idea why a stray would decline a meal... Her eyes wandered from the tri-coloured dog and she watched the sea calmly, letting out a sigh.

( *Face palm* Yes, Jess is a super dog that can bark while she is holding food! 8D Go Jess! I'm so stupid... The more the merrier, Zmija! ^^; )

[amato]

-♥-

Elena
.........||Aм Ɩ тσ ∂ιɛ ғσя?||.........
||Ѳя ωιℓℓ ʏσʋ ℓιvɛ мʏ nɛϰт sтɛρ?||

Slowly Elena felt her moodiness calm down, and her thanking mind bashed in the way. Totally acting as if she hadnt even acted so defensive, she gave a light and mannered thanks. Like a squeak. "No one has done this for me before..." She murmured, quietly tip-toeing to the hot-dog. She didnt mind the other male being there, but he somewhat made her uneasy due to the unknown of him. But she slowly nudged the hot-dog, then slowly pulled it over to her with a tug of her long pink tongue. The mutt was more of an amateur pup alone in the world, yet she still somewhat seemed mannered and kind. Elena gave the edge of the hot-dog a nibble, then snatched the edge right off the thing. She gazed up slowly. "Thank you." She murmured again. "Im Elena,"

[pancreas]

Jess looked back at the female as she ate the hot dog. Her tail thumped against the concrete and she met the dog's gaze with a smile, "I'm Jess, and this is Gamble." She bobbed her head towards her friend then looked back at Elena. "Elena... Thats a nice name. Its nice to meet you!" She raised herself onto her paws, staying where she was. "What're you doing out here alone?" She asked her, taking a small step forwards. She was concerned, this dog seemed little more than a puppy, too young to be on the streets alone.

Jess had spent more than two years wandering the streets, but even she wasn't completely street-wise. She noticed Elena was wearing a collar, which meant that she must have had a owner at one time. She sighed, wanting to get back to the hut, but not completely sure how to ask the female if she wanted to join her and Gamble. She looked at her companion, hoping for some guidance and then she looked away, to the humans still walking the streets.

[ossa di cervo]

D.A.K.O.T.A.

I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real.
I wanna find something I've wanted all along; Somewhere I belong.

Dakota sat and sat, getting pet and getting her ears tugged on by children for several long minuets. She dealt with all, never taking her eyes off of the road and her tail occasionally flicking to and fro. The urge she had been waiting for suddenly came to her and Dakota leapt to her feet and ran away from her alley at a dead sprint. She dodged people by mere seconds, though most times she barreled into them, knocking them over in her race. Yells followed the big dog as she moved through the town, searching for some kind of green.

Dakota refused to pant as she ran, as she considered it a sign of weakness. A sign for another dog to feel free to kill. But her ears were pressed to her head and she looked like an angry bull, storming down city streets after a kill. Her fur was tugging at her skin in the wind and dirt was blown up into the brown and black dog's face but she continued her search. Some place that reminded her of home, even if it was as small as a sheep pen.

Suddenly she found it, a lake. Dakota's eyes widened in disbelief and she pushed herself ten times harder. She was flying for long moments while she ran, joy seeping through every corner of her body as her paws hit grass. Her joy was stopped much to soon though, as Dakota saw the three dogs. Her feet skidded across the dirt, a few sticks or rocks digging into her paw pads and etching in small cuts. Her nose wrinkled up in disgust as she kept her distance and tried to stay downwind. She didn't want to get caught by the trio and have to be forced to speak. Not around city dogs anyways.

((Sorry if I seem.. Intruding. xD You guys just seem to by active a lot and most of my recent RPs seem to be dying. ._. That and Sloan hasn't posted so I can't post with my beloved Killer. <3

P.S. Sorry if the description doesn't fit where you guys actually are. xD))

[pancreas]

Spotting something out of the corner of her eye, Jess twirled in a circle to stand in front of the other two as she stared at the dog. She lowered her head, glaring at the dog that was now between them and the hut. Letting out a low growl, she took a warning step forwards, her message an obvious one. Move it. Realising how large the dog was didn't put her off. She had seen how fond Gamble was of the little place and she wasn't about to let anyone scare them away. Raising her muzzle to the sky, she barked loudly, her tail still.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Jess now stood her ground. This female was a large dog, and could probably turn her into a rag-doll in seconds. But she wasn't doing this for herself, she was doing it for Gamble. And Elena, who obviously needed friends and a home too. She took another few steps forwards, eyeing the dog warily.

( Sorry, this is a kinda small post. )

[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 whilred around after studying the fae infront of him. It was another female, he snarled, charging forward. You would think after marking the place one wouldn't be so stupid as to wander onto their territory. He barked, standing on the porch of the shack, "It's been claimed. Move along or I'll fight you for it." He snarled, barking. All he wanted was three, but then he thought, "If you swear yourself loyal to us you can stay the night or possibly join the group, but if not you need to run along. We don't tolerate trespassers."

His ears went flat. Although the brute wasn't strong or big, he had spirit and was protective of what was his. He wasn't going to let her claim their shack and lake. His body acted as a sheild as he lowered his head, stepping down the steps as his paw pads touched the soft grass.

{No, not at all. She can join the group, but I think we are going to stick to three if not.}

[ossa di cervo]

D.A.K.O.T.A.

I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real.
I wanna find something I've wanted all along; Somewhere I belong.

Dakota was slightly shocked at the sudden aggressiveness of the two dogs, but instinct made her draw her chest up. She stood tall, her fur on edge and her eyes questioning. They flicked from Jess, observing her growl, and watching her every movement before they moved to Gamble. His dash for the nearby house made Dakota question his intelligence. Dakota's half-curled tail flicked in laughter as she stared at Gamble and took a few steps toward him. She simply stared at him with her mouth closed, her fur now laying back down on her back.

How could these dogs risk their lives for a shelter? It was ridiculous in Dakota's mind. Laughter was holding her frame before Gamble told her to swear herself loyal. Once those words slipped his lips, Dakota's fur stood on edge and she bore her teeth, her body trembled in anger, "Eh? Ye simpleh think you can ordur me aroun' now then? I'd liek ta show ye what yer gettin' yerself into." Her eyes flashed to the other two dogs nearby and she snarled loudly before snapping her gaze back to Gamble, "If ye all think ye can finish meself off, then go ahead. It'd be the most fun I'd have since arrivin' in this awful place, ta be honest."

((Go, go fail accent. ))

[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's eyes looked straight into hers, "We have manners. We don't 'finish' others off. We simply leave them be, but when you ignored our scent markings it became personal. I've got history here and I ain't leaving 'til you leave with your head hung and your tail tucked." He raised his head, feeling like snapping her head off. He didn't, of course, but anger flashed through his eyes. He wasn't going to fight, all he was going to do was offer a position or get her moving away from the territory.

He flashed a glance at Jess, asking for her permission with his eyes to ask for her to possible join. After getting a responce, he looked back at the large chow mix, "What's it going to be. You have a decision to make." His tail flicked angrily. To be honest, he didn't want the fae to stay. Already there was two faes and not a brute in sight. It would be impossible for one brute to support three faes, especially with another brute wanted the treasure to himself. Gamble flashed a smile, more of a dark smile though. If she chose to stay, he would surely see to it that she wouldn't want to stay, but he wouldn't be able to push her out of the picture. Well, not fully anyway.

{Hehe, that accent was hard to understand. Hopefully Gamble isn't being to snappy.}