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

[ossa di cervo]

((It's fine! I totally understand, I just missed writing with him. xD I've only done two posts with him, basically he's just slammed his head into a brick wall while chasing "Leon" so he kinda forgot about Sloan, then he made his way down to the beach. ;D If you don't wanna mess with Killer anymore, you could meet Dakota, who's chillin' in an alley.. Jess, Gamble and Elena are all at a cabin that Gamble once knew and the other's are in the rocks near the ocean. ))

[Teacup-old]

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g a m b l e
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You got designer shades,
just to hide your face and
you wear them around like,
you're cooler than me.

Watching the sun, it finally came to a rest as it's rays were hidden behind trees. The darkness was invading and soon the sun would be gone from the sky and replaced with a large, white beautiful moon, "And you never say hey, or remember my name. It's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me." Those words stuck to his mind. He had heard many songs the humans played, but that one had been his favorite. He had taken the liberty of remembering a few lines.

If you've ever seen a dog trying to stay awake, you would be able to tell Gamble was in a full-on war to keep his eyes from closing. He had to stay awake to watch over things. He lifted his head and, before he knew it, his lips were drawn back in a yawn. He stood, shaking himself, "Maybe I can watch from inside the shed." He wrapped his body around the corner, entering the warm room.

Immediantly after the warmness hit him he became more and more tired. As he lied down and curled himself into a ball, his eyes fluttered closed and he was lost in a world of dreams.

{Welcome new set up! I'm in love with you!}

And you never say hey,
or remember my name.
It's probably 'cause,
you think you're cooler than me.

[Shiko Hayashi]

{ Ack... Lost. }

{ I quote myself. Anyone willing to help? }

[Teacup-old]

{Sure, where'd you leave us? As in the page number?}

[Shiko Hayashi]

{Sure, where'd you leave us? As in the page number?}

{ *breath whooshes out* Uh..... I think around page 15, or 14. All my character had done was run on the beach. He saw Gamble and that other female dog and teased the crap out of the humans that had been chasing them. He also had another affectionate scene with a human boy, similar to the human child. Both left him confused. He's now heading towards the cave where all those dogs are. That;s where I left off I think. }

[Teacup-old]

{Nothing much happened after that. The group are still in the cave, Gamble got in a little word fight with Dakota, and Sessko's new caracter just walked away from the rocks after watching the uns set...}

[OneRowdyNight]

(D: I want Ikaaaa on. -is itching to RP-)

[ika;]

--Accepted all, welcomee <3 I'm going to make a new character myself;

The Form;

{The cruel nature of you and your kind ...I will not break, I will not bend, ...I will not go quietly, I will never bow down to them}

Character's Name- Pluto {Pluu-Toh}
Age- Four Years
Breed- American Foxhound
Personality- Pluto is sharp tongued- pretty cruel when he wants to be. Being of hunting origin, it's in his blood to pick on things smaller than him, so smaller dogs around him often don't stick around. He's snappy and easily irritated, street-hardened. He was born on the streets, and grew up in the big city. He's tough and likes to think that nothing can break him. Unfortunately, when Pluto was only a few days old, his weak left foreleg slipped down the grate of a drain, breaking it almost immediately. For hours he was trapped in the metal, only to fight his way out himself. His leg is permanently damaged, twisted into a claw and crippling him. Though he can walk and jog, Pluto finds it difficult to run any faster than an unbalanced lope; so experience has taught him to fight instead of flee.
Gender- Male
Appearence- Here
Appearence- Obviously, his twisted paw. He also has many nicks and scars across his body.
Anything Else? Nope ^^

[JerseyGoddess55]

((Sorry I haven't posted :C))

Penny silently padded out from an alleyway. Sniffing the air she scented nothing that smelled good to eat. She walked along a sidewalk in a quiet part of town. She couldn't believe who much she lost; everything but her life. She didn't know weather to go find some where to hid eor to learn the ways of a street dog. Looking around at the human things, her mind was made up. She would stop whatever brought her here from doing the same to others.

[OneRowdyNight]

(:3 Yay! So everyone is scattered along the beach?)


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Yeah, we gotta start lookin' at the hands of the time we've been given
If this is all we got, then we gotta start thinkin'
If every second counts on a clock that's tickin'
We gotta live like we're dying
.:|ρhιlσnιcʋs|:.

As his obsidian locks flow freely in the breeze, Philonicus dashes toward the water happily, his short tail whipping thrugh the air like an eggbeater. He dances around, yipping softly, as the liquid rushes to cover his paws. Dropping his head down, he snaps at the water, flinching at its cool, salty taste. He spits the water out of his mouth and dives in deeper, turning in quick circles as it soaks his multi-colored fur. Beginning to laugh at himself, he trots to shallower waters and flops down into the surf.