Junkyard Dogs

[Packgoater]

Setting

 

The human city looms above your small form. This is a large city, full of humans bustling to and fro. It is in the United states, the poor area of New York. You dare not go into the large parts of the city where the dogcatcher awaits you. Instead you live on the poor side of town, what the dogs call the Boneland, where alleyways hold old, wooden sheds promising a safe place for the night. You’ve heard of the packs and have either thought about joining one, or trying to create a pack of your own. Most dogs know the stories of the Junkpack, the small pack led by Ty, a large Doberman pinscher. They say you have to wait until the night of no-moons (The night of the new moon) and sit by the fountain. They say a dog will already be sitting there, waiting for any newcomers to wait by the fountain. Then they will take you, with no light to guide you, no way of figuring out the way to their camp. No way of figuring out, that is, unless you have a very good sense of smell.

 

Junkpack: Junkpack’s home is an old abandoned junkyard, on the outskirts of the poor side of town. It is lined by a wooden fence, which is rotting but fairly stable. There are a few boards that are loose and could be knocked off the fence, but most of it is secure. The actual area is filled with old cars, pieces of metal, trash, old toys, cardboard boxes and any number of items, including TV sets. The dogs that live there use these things to make dens and to offer protection. In the middle of it all is an old city bus, dented and mangled beyond repair. This serves both as Ty’s den and the place he can gather the dogs from.

 

Boneland map: http://www.flickr.com/photos/63367992@N05/...05470/lightbox/

 

Plot

 

You’re a dog who needs a pack. You can either choose to be loner for a while longer, waiting to meet other dogs and make your own pack (Something that is not available currently, but will be later on), or you can choose to join Junkpack. Either way, you face the constant danger of a human finding you, the burning hunger of starvation, the lack of protection and the threat of Shadowpack, a legendary pack that seems to be resurfacing. If you are Shadowpack, you fear the famed Junkpack, the pack that outcast your pack only two-years before.

 

Shadowpack is an evil pack that wants to eliminate the other dogs in order to have more food for themselves. They were once a powerful pack and ruled the Boneland. Then came the day they went too far and killed Sasha, Ty’s old mate. Ty brought Junkpack and a few other small packs, that have since broken up, together and banished the Shadowpack from the Boneland. For weeks on end the Junkpack would patrol the Boneland, but in these recent years they’ve let their guard down. It’s been two years since the battle and they had figured it was all over. Ah, but it has only just begun.

 

Some things you should know:

 

1. Humans are not involved in this RP, other than if you wish your dog to be taken or trapped by them. For roleplaying purposes, the humans do not care if the dogs live there; they are even a bit afraid of the dogs. The humans should not care if the dogs fight because it is something that happens often and is not out of the ordinary.

 

2. Ranks:

Alpha/Alpha female (The mate of the Alpha): There is one Alpha and one Alpha female (Unless the Alpha doesn’t have a mate, in which case there is no Alpha female). The Alphas eat first, get first pick of everything and rule over the other dogs. They organize patrols and hunting parties. If the Alpha male dies and the Alpha female wants to, she takes the position of Alpha.

Beta: There can be two betas of either sex. They will eat second and are of high ranking. Betas will succeed the Alpha if there is not an Alpha female, fighting to the death (or to submission) for the rank, unless there is only one Beta, in which case he/she will take the rank immediately.

Gamma: There can be any amount of Gammas. Gammas get to eat second to last, often getting poor pickings. They usually do survive in the Junkpack, but are much better off if they can become Beta.

Omega: There can be any amount of Omegas. Omegas are the lowest of the low. They eat last, if they get to eat at all. In the Junkpack, most Omegas die. An Omega can move up ranks by challenging another dog of that rank. Ex, an Omega could challenge a Gamma and become a Gamma themselves. The Gamma would then be an Omega.

 

3. Most animals they would be able to catch are animals you would find in a city. Ex. cats, dogs, skunks, foxes, raccoons, birds and the occasional rabbit. Food is not plentiful. That is part of the reason the packs want to get rid of each other.

 

Rules

 

1. No Mary Sues or the like. No character is perfect.

2. No powerplaying/godmoding.

3. Keep it PG13

4. I actually don't think cuss words are necessary in this, as we are dogs. If you are going to cuss, think of something a dog would say. Instead of a cussword, say something like "Cow-dung," or "Smog" since they live in the city. Be creative, just don't use actual cuss words.

5. Minimum of five sentences, please. This is not going to be a one-liner RP.

6. Keep ALL OoC chat in these: ((Sample))

7. Everybody is going to start out a loner, a Junkpack member or a Shadowpack member. As this is just starting out, I will not allow you to create packs. Yet.

8. Please respect other people.

9. What I say goes. For the most part.

10. For now, you can just post your forms here. Later I might change that.

 

Charrie form

You are also allowed to be a Shadowpack member. I am going to need an Alpha for them, but PM me your form for that. There are also going to be certain guidelines for that character that I will tell you if you are interested in the position. To become a member you have to wait at the office complex on the night of the full moon. A scout will be there waiting for you. The scout will bring you inside, show you around. Shadowpack members are hardcore. They are NOT nice. They are trained to kill and they are given a background check before let in. They are often times of fighting breeds, though it also has been known for them to have other types of dogs occasionally. Shadowpack members treat the Omegas terribly. The Omegas often get abused and mauled, but the loyal ones get through it and often become some of the highest-ranking dogs. The whole pack is cruel and are not to be trusted. In the Shadowpack, it's a dog-eat-dog world.

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Current Information:

 

Season: Early Fall

Weather: Crisp breeze, slightly chilly

Time: Night, day of full moon

Accepted Characters:

Name: Ty

Age: 7

Breed: Doberman Pinscher

Rank: Alpha

Gender: Male

Appearance: Short, silky black fur with tan markings. He has a very square muzzle, a scar across his nose and he has bright blue eyes.

Personality:Calm, relaxed, easygoing, charming, wise, seemingly older than he is.

Mate:N/A

Pups:N/A

History: He was the pup of the Alpha before him, and succeeded his father after gaining rank of Beta. His mate was killed while she was pregnant, therefore Ty has no children.

Introduction Paragraph: Ty sat lazily on the top of the bus, his front feet hanging over the edge and flicking ever so slightly in the crisp air. He wondered if they would bring anyone today. He turned his head and looked at his side. This was bad. Even with him being the Alpha, you could see his ribs poking through his wiry black fur. They had already had two deaths as a result of starvation in just this week. He needed to organize a hunting party. Now.

 

Name: Alby

Age: 6 months

Breed: english sheep dog

Rank: omega

Appearance: http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http:/...:36&tx=87&ty=73

Personality: will change through the rp

Mate: none

Pups: none

History: Alby was born a loner and still kind of is a loner. He is new to the pack so he comes and goes as he pleases. He thinks he is no use because he can hardly see through his long bangs.

Introduction Paragraph: Alby layed in the shade behind the old office complex. He was bored and starving. Somthing suddenly caught Alby's attention. His nose hit the ground and he began to sniff and snort. His tail started to wag a mile a minute. He had a good nose but that was probably the only useful thing about him. He didn't know if he could fight or anything like that. All Alby knew was that he could track.

 

Name: Roe

Age: 6

Breed: Doberman cross

Rank: Beta

Gender: Female

Appearance: Doberman colouration and markings but she has floppy ears, slightly longer fur and a busher tail. She has the same bright blue eyes as her half brother.

Personality: Roe is generally quite calm with a playful/teasing edge, she is often the voice of reason within the Junkpack. Though her Doberman heritage shows itself with her fierce flashes of temper and enviable fighting skills.

Mate: None

Pups: One, a male named Ward. But they were separated 3 years back and she hasn't seen him since.

History: Roe is Tys half sister, they share the same father but have different mothers. Roes mother was a mix of something like a Labrador and a Belgian sheepdog. Her mother along with the rest of her litter mates died not long after she was born. Her/Ty's father took her into the Junkpack and shes been there ever since, rising to and holding one of the Beta ranks. Roe does not and has never had a true mate, her son Ward is the product of, for lack of a better word, a fling with a roaming lone dog named Flynn. This wild romance lasted only a couple of nights until Flynn moved on. Roe was not hurt by this as it was something they had both agreed on and she was even glad when she found she was pregnant.

 

Introduction Paragraph: Roe stretched, pushing her forepaws forward and arching her back. She really should sleep in such a cramped space. She trotted away from the washing machine she had been sleeping in, her nose in the air, scenting for her brother.

 

She needn't have bothered, he was easy enough to find on top of the bus. She yipped a greeting to him.

 

“Happy no-moon night brother,” she called with a goofy grin, “have you sent anyone to the fountain yet and do we have any food?”

 

Name: Coruki

Age: 5

Breed: Border Collie

Rank: Gamma (will be)

Appearance: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/comm..._Collie_600.jpg Coruki's tail is very fluffy and soft and she takes s bit of pride in it. Her eyes are a soft brown with flecks of gold in her right eye.

Gender Female

Personality: Coruki is soft-spoken and thinks things through. You can usually tell what she's thinking by looking at her face and expression. She worries about everything being perfect or as good as possible.

Mate: none

Pups: none

History: Coruki is a loner who wanders everywhere. She wants to stay in one place but she got chased out of many other "territories" without being offered a place in the pack.

Introduction Paragraph:

 

Coruki extended a paw into the darkness of the woods.

 

"Right." She whispered to herself. "One small step at a time." She followed her nose towards the faint scent of dog. It grew stronger with every step.

 

Emerging from the black mass of trees, Coruki found herself standing by a human road. It was quiet, no dogs to be seen this night. The sound of a wolf speaking carried over to her ears on a breeze.

 

"Come all who look for a pack. Be loner no more! Come, my dogs, come and be pack! Come and be something! Come and have a use, have a home."

 

Coruki was intrigued. There was a pack here. Taking steps towards the source of sound, she found a fountain and two wolves facing each other.

 

Name: soldier

Age: 2 years old

Breed: german shepard

Rank: loner (for know)

Appearance: http://www.siegerhof.com/_borders/Bodo-Germany.jpg a pure black female german shepard with sharp green eyes.

Gender female

Personality: a non trusting personality, and she is quick to think and judge. She can be loving if you gain her full trust.

Mate:none

Pups:none

History:was abandonded as a puppy because she got to big. She was through from the window of an apartment when her owners got into a fight. They were fighting because of her, in the end the husband got his way and thew her out of their 3rd story apartment. Soldier renamed herself Soldier in hopes of forgetting her past and staying strong, but the fall from the apartment made her front right foot lame, but to this day it naggs her only a little.

Introduction Paragraph:

Soldier awoke from her makeshift hut. Her right paw was sore, she licked it for a minitute and then got up and streched. The nag in her paw went away. She looked up and inhaled the air, ready to go out looking for food.

 

Name: Victoria, although everyone just calls her Ghost.

Age: Five years

Breed: Rhodesian Ridgeback and Weimaraner cross

Rank: Gamma

Appearance: [x] Victoria's body structure completely mirrors that of a Ridgebacks, down to the muscle tone, height, and the "ridge" of hairs up her spine. Her coloration, however, takes after her Weimaraner father, and leaves her coat a dusty slate-gray. Her eyes are a fierce and eerie golden brown, and often startle those who are unused to her odd coloration. She also possesses a small white patch of fur on her chest and a dark muzzle. There are many scars across her body, with the most gathering around her hind quarters, shoulders, and snout.

Gender Female

Personality:Victoria was always very aloof and quiet. She doesn't speak much to the other dogs, but when it happens, she tends to give off a very cold or indifferent attitude. Because of this, most have learned to stay away from her, which she seems to want. Her solidarity has given rise to a few rumors of her origins within the Shadowpack, but no one has dared challenge her due to her savage temper. Of course, only very few have seen this vicious side to her, and it only occurred due to foolish males attempting to force themselves upon her. She doesn't take lightly to dominance, unless she believes there is a reason for her respect to go towards someone else. If she does deem someone worthy of her consideration, Victoria can tolerate their presence a little longer than most, and will even engage in conversation every once in a while. However, Victoria's distant and unfriendly disposition doesn't change much during these interactions.

Other dogs often observe her sitting alone, gazing out at the sky as if deep in thought. She generally exudes a mysterious, almost wise air about her, and is sometimes consulted by those who wish for advice. Of course, this often does not result in the other dog's favor, as Victoria will more often than not just relocate herself with a simple grunt of annoyance.

Mate: None.

Pups: Nope.

History: Victoria's mother and father were show champion dogs, owned by the same human. When the two dogs came in contact unbeknownst to their owner and thus resulted in the cross breeds, Victoria and her littermates were sold to the highest bidders. Unfortunately for Victoria, she was bought by a mean-spirited young man and was meant to be a birthday present for his girlfriend. The girlfriend took well to Victoria and adored her... for the first week. As the puppy started to show her energetic and trouble-making behavioral problems, the couple resorted to physical violence in attempt to "train" her. This abuse continued on for a few years, until at one point Victoria's spirit was broken and she attacked the boyfriend in pure rage. In retaliation, the man dragged the dog to his car, stashed her in the trunk, and rode off for the outskirts of town with his shotgun riding in the front seat. Victoria, however, was also an incredibly smart dog. She chewed through the ropes around her paws, and after throwing herself against the hoof of the trunk, smashed it open and tumbled out of the car. She was nearly hit by the following car, but was miraculously able to scramble to safety on the side of the road. For the next few years, she found herself a stray, but used her brute strength to overcome dangerous obstacles and her cunning to avoid those she knew would be near impossible to overcome. She joined the Junkyard Pack only a few months ago, but seems to have adjusted well.

Introduction Paragraph:

From the dark mouth of a rusted metal tube, a silver gray paw emerged from the shadows, followed by another, and then the snout and head of the creature the paws belonged to. As the moonlight trickled down and caught on Victoria's slate-colored fur, she blinked her ominous yellow eyes before gazing solemnly over the other dogs. Like usual, the large female said nothing to the others and ignored the faint woofs that did attempt to greet her.

The stocky muscles beneath Victoria's coat flowed smoothly as she strode silently across the camp. She had never been completely muscular to her full potential, as in all of her life she hadn't received proper nutrition. Her body had grown used to the malnourishment, however, allowing her to sustain a moderate amount of toughened sinews. Her walk was aimless, yes, having nothing much to do that particular day. Sometimes if she was lucky she could find an old piece of rubber to chew on, but today she appeared particularly distracted by a memory embedded deep in her mind. An ear twitched at the sound of a familiar voice, but Victoria did not lift her head to acknowledge Ty- he was busy with another dog anyways, and Victoria was too much like a shadow amongst the others to be of any notice.

 

 

Name: Storm

Age: 5

Breed: German Shephard

Rank: Loner

Appearance: Young and athletic, it shows on his well bred body of fighters. Well built muscles cover his body making him a perfect fighter or guard dog, something you wouldn't want to mess with any time soon. Saying all of this, his eyes are about the only things that aren't so hardcore, when he is relaxed these are the only things that show any sign of that young dog inside of him. He is also a rather handsome dog with some battle scars across his body but the one long claw scratch across the right hand side of his face is the one with the most history.

Gender Male

Personality: Confident, handsome and totally hardcore... You would think that this dog would be a loner but he is for good reason, he is and always will be a born fighter with a short temper that can quickly get out of hand. He us often reckless and doesn't think about his own safety half the time so looking out for others he believes would be a nightmare but deep down he secretly cares. A true wild and untamed beast!

Mate: None

Pups: None that he knows of but then again he has courted a few ladies

History: Prefer to RP it out, adds to his unknown background

Introduction Paragraph:

An all too familiar sound greeted Storm as Dawn began to break, the sign of yet another day fighting to survive in the cruel world he had been brought up in. This was the life he loved living even if it was one of the hardest ones but at least he wasn't stuck in a cage somewhere trying to suck up to some two legged just so they could reject him time and time again. No, this was one hundred times better than that sort of life but thinking about it wasn't going to shut up his stomach that hadn't stopped growling since he woke, time to move out.

Striking off down the alleyway he had spent the night in with his nose to the air, same old smell and that was one of rubbish. Nothing to keep a fighter like him in his top form for any longer than a few hours but something had to fill his stomach, a juicy rabbit wouldn't go amiss but it had been months since he had even caught w smell of one in this part of town.

 

 

Name: Earl

Age: 7

Breed: Irish Wolfhound

Rank: Loner

Appearance: He has slate-grey limbs and muzzle that fade to a black body. He is well muscled and easily two and a half feet tall at the shoulder. If he stands on his hind legs, he could reach a height of six feet and could stare down a human straight in the eyes. His wire coat, intelligent yellow eyes, and thick musculature gives him an air of rugged handsomness.

Gender Male

Personality: He's an extremely kindhearted dog, and a fierce protector of the weak. Though he's willing and more than capable of getting into a fight if necessary, his enormous size is usually a strong deterrent, and for the most part he's left alone. He's always been wize for his years and hesitates before taking any action, assessing each new situation for hidden danger first, thus ensuring his hunts to be fruitful.

Mate: None

Pups: None

History: Bought from a specialized breeder when young by an impetuous owner, the human soon realized he had no wish to take care of such a massive and exercise-dependent dog. Earl changed hands to someone with a heavy hand and an even more tenuous grasp on his canine needs, and having had enough, Earl escaped from his second owners to roam the streets when he was merely two years of age. Never quite settling down, he avoided the formation of packs not by design but because he never felt the pull to join one. As he slowly aged, his bones started to feel heavier, and the scraps he could find weren't going far enough, and he began to feel the emptiness a life of loneliness bestowed.

 

Introduction Paragraph:

 

Earl sniffed the ground urgently, having come across the strong smell not long after sunset and following it to this place. Through subway tracks and across a small parkway, he finally came upon the den nestled between two trashcans. He looked up and saw the cat disappear into the shadows. Though he knew the cat was never far, he decided to follow it rather than attack - it may have caught something earlier and stowed it away in its nest, afterall. He circled around until a faint beam of light illuminated the hideout well enough to see that it wasn't a meal the cat was hiding, but a litter of kittens.

 

The kittens, most likely born late spring, were big enough to leave the nest soon, which meant they were all capable of defending themselves. Feral cats were problematic enough, but to have an entire nest of cats with the wild nature instilled in them was too much to handle. He thought briefly of darting in and out, snatching one in his powerful jaws with the use of surprise, but considered it too risky. Surprise on the streets lasted rarely more than a second, most everything was too hardened to be fooled that easily, and he would risk having his eyes gouged or his nose mangled if he tried for the nest. With a grudging shake of his snout, he turned away, ignoring the rumbling of his stomach. He would have to make due with something small tonight, he wanted to save his energy for a better hunt tomorrow.

 

Name: Zara

Age: 3

Breed: Pit Bull

Rank: Beta (Shadowpack)

Appearance: White with brown patches. She is missing her left ear and eye from a horrible fight. She is 20 inches tall and around 70 lbs.

Gender Female

Personality: She is aggressive and looks for any accuse to fight. Many dogs in the vicious Shadowpack look up to her fearlessness and lack of mercy. It seems that Zara has no soft-side, although she fiercely loyal to the few dogs she likes.

Mate:n/a

Pups:n/a

History:Zara was a champion fighting dog until she lost her left ear and eye in a terrible fight. Her ruthless owner abandoned her at the side of the ride because of her injuries. Shadowpack members found her and took her in because they thought her battle skills might be useful. Zara's experiences as a fighting dog have hardened her heart. She is quick to anger, stubborn, and can be cruel.

Introduction Paragraph: Zara laid in the shadows of the old office complex and licked the blood from her nails. "That's the last time that worthless skinbag will dare to insult ME," she growled softly. She had just made short work of killing a sassy omega that decided to point out her missing eye and ear. Oh well. It was best not to dwell on things so menial. There were better things to think about including her pack's impending revenge. Zara stood up and padded away from the office building, not caring who saw her. Her paws barely made a sound on the moonlit sidewalk.

 

Name: Frost

Age: 5

Breed: Husky

Rank: Alpha female (Shadopack)

Appearance: http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT...NjidKLv3oUa905g

Gender Female

Personality: It is said her heart is as cold as her name, perhaps colder. She is manipulative, cunning, brilliant, head-strong, calculating and quick-witted. She has a thing for torture and strategy. Her mate died in the battle with Junkpack, now she has come back with a pack stronger than before, a pack ready to fight till the end. She has a leader quality to her, a power over others she uses to bend them to her will. She is a strong dog like no other, a trained killer, and she knows how to use her muscle.

Mate:n/a

Pups:n/a

History: Frost was not a show dog, was not abused, did not have a bad history. She had a nice home, a nice family, a devoted little girl that gave her what she needed. Then came the day Frost decided she tired of the girl, she wanted more. The parents found nothing of the child besides a stain on the dog's mouth. Frost never needed abuse to make her who she is. She just needed herself. Frost also has a bit of split-personality disorder, helping her along in her various issues.

Introduction Paragraph: Frost sat on a worn couch, her cold eyes twinkling. "You failed me? You failed to catch a glimpse of their camp? It's not that hard, really. You just follow a few rumors and pinpoint exactly where they are. You're just lazy," she said calmly, her eyes slyly facing the other way, her face in a pout. She leaped suddenly at the dog she was talking to, biting its neck and killing it. "Zara? Get someone to clean up this mess."

 

Name: Luli

Age: 2 years

Breed: Siberian Husky

Rank: In a trio of dogs, eventually forced into Shadowpack

Gender: Female

Mate: None

Pups: None

Appearance/History: Completely white fur, striking blue eyes. About 20 inches tall. Well muscled due to being raised as a hunting dog and was also going to be used for breeding strong sled dogs before she lost her master. She actually grew up in a loving home, but during a harsh winter, her master died of pneumonia and all of his dogs were either adopted by other families or sent to a shelter. She was being delivered to a new home on a farm outside of the city when the van she was in crashed. Scared for her life in unfamiliar surroundings, she escaped the vehicle via a damaged door that swung open and fled into the city. She has been here for a little more than 2 months. During that time she befriended a small but spunky Miniature Pinscher named Snips and a quiet, protective Czechoslovakian Wolfdog named Kaden, whom she sometimes calls Kay.

Personality: Softspoken and shy, but very intelligent. She considers Snips like a little brother, even though he's older than her since she lost her real siblings to different owners. She is also a skilled fighter, having had to fend for herself during trips out in the wilderness with her late owner.

Intro Paragraph: Luli opened her eyes and looked up at the moon. She couldn't see the stars. She could never see the stars in this place that was always filled with lights. She missed the stars, missed not being able to count the pinpoints of light that would shine down through the deep black of the night sky. And she hated the false lights that emanated out from the giant metal and stone buildings that made up humankind's civilized environment. There was nothing civilized about this place. It was just as dangerous as the wilds, if not more so. At least out in the wilderness she knew who the predators were. Here, animals and humans alike would put on a mask of friendship, just to get close enough to rip your throat out. Yes, Luli missed the stars.

 

Name: Kaden

Age: 3.5 years

Breed: Czechoslovakian Wolfdog

Rank: In a trio w/ Snips and Luli, eventually forced into Shadowpack w/ Luli

Gender: Male

Mate: None

Pups: None

Appearance: Kaden

History: Kaden had grown up on the streets of the city when his "owners" had just left him and his two brothers in a box out on the sidewalk. They were only a few months old. An old Great Dane, whom they just called "Uncle," had found them and taught them how to survive in the harsh underbelly of the city. Once they had learned all he could teach them, Uncle had disappeared into the night and they never saw him again. After about a year of living on the streets, Kaden lost both his brothers in a horrible dogfight with several feral pitbulls. He managed to escape, but he was badly injured. That's when Snips found him and nursed him back to health. Once he was well enough, Kaden tracked down the dogs responsible for his brothers' deaths one by one and tore them to shreds. But he never told anyone what he had done, especially not Luli. He doesn't want her to know the things he did because he's come to love her, and doesn't want her to see him as a murderer. So he'll always keep secret his dark past and his undying affection for her.

Personality: Brooding and moody most of the time, but very protective of the ones he loves, especially Luli. Doesn't trust any human and most dogs. Keeps to himself all of his emotions, though lately he has started to drop his emotional guards. Thinks of Snips as his best friend.

 

Name: Snips

Age: 5 years

Breed: Miniature Pinscher

Rank: In a trio with Kaden and Luli

Gender: Male

Mate: None

Pups: None

Appearance: Snips

History: Snips grew up as a house pet. But after a year of living the domestic life, he decided that the life of a pet was quite boring and lacked the adventure he craved. So he ran away from his owner's apartment and has been living on the streets ever since and enjoying it. Snips found Kaden two years ago when Kaden was badly injured and took care of him. When Kaden disappeared for about a week after regaining his health, Snips didn't ask any questions and has never pressed Kaden for any answers regarding his past. Snips was also the first to find Luli after she came to the city and brought her into his little troupe. At first it was just so he could have someone to talk to because Kaden isn't the overly talkative type. But it soon became apparent that Kaden was starting to let down his emotional guards when she was near, so Snips has been trying to subtly nuture that natural connection. However, it's hard because of Luli's shy nature and Kaden's stubborn emotional walls.

Personality: Snips is quite a lively fellow. Despite being the oldest of the three, he can sometimes act like a pup. He's talkative and energetic, but can become serious when the occasion calls for it.

 

Intro Paragraph: "Well that was a complete waste of time," Snips said. The Miniature Pinscher was usually very upbeat and playful, but several days without any significant amount of food was starting to even get to him, and that was saying a lot since he didn't require all that much to begin with due to his small size.

Kaden just looked at the ground as they both made their way back to the alley they had spent the night in. He knew that Snips was right. Hopefully Luli was more successful, Kaden thought to himself. After a few blocks of silence, Snips stopped and Kaden, being complete wrapped up in his own thoughts, almost walked right on top of him. "What is it?" the wolfdog asked.

"I smell sausage," Snips happily replied. "Luli must not have been as sorely unlucky as we were!" Snips ran up the alley with Kaden casually trotting behind. They both looked around, checking to be sure no one was near, then Snips disappeared into a small gap in the back brick wall of their alley. He came out moments later with a string of sausages. "Told ya!" Snips said through a mouthful of food. Kaden just raised his ears in acknowledgement and grabbed hold of one end of the sausage rope. Snips steadied himself and Kaden gave a tug, easily separating several links for himself. They both ate their share and sat back in satisfaction. "I always knew Luli was a gift from the Great Alpha!" Snips said to no one in particular. Kaden only sighed in satisfaction and laid down to let his meal digest.

 

Name: Kelley

Age: 4

Breed: Akita Inu

Rank: Loner

Appearance: http://whatafy.com/content/attachments/517...6-akita-inu.jpg

Gender Male

Personality: Kelley's a gentle dog, easygoing and not very eager to fight. He can be lazy, is a bit of a lady's man and is fairly good-natured.

Mate: None.

Pups: None that he knows of... > Just kidding. He really has none of those, either.

History: Kelley was a pup born on the streets. He has never had any memories of his parents, as his father left his mother and his mother was run over. He regrets none of this and lives life to the fullest. He's grown up on the streets, at home with the small alleyways and the old sheds. He now searches for company, seeking to join a pack, though not to create one.

Introduction Paragraph:

 

Kelley wandered the streets, his bottle brush tail slightly wagging as scents of tantalizing sausage. His ears perked as silvery drops of drool leaked from the corner of his mouth. He was so zoned in on the prospect of food, he didn't notice the smell of other dogs. He ran around the corner, accidentally bumping into a large dog that almost looked like a wolf.

 

"Where'd the sausage go?"

 

Name: Chloe

Age: 6

Breed: Golden Retriever

Rank: Loner

Appearance: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/comm...n_retriever.jpg

Gender Female

Personality: (Rp'ed)

Mate: None

Pups: None

History: Chloe was born and raised in a farm. When she was 4, she decided that she wanted to live by herself, and meet new people, so early one morning before her family woke up, she left.

Introduction Paragraph:

 

Chloe walked through the empty streets, drooling as scents of various meats wafted past her nose. She followed the scent until she came to a meat stand that no one seemed to be watching. She quietly stalked behind the stand, took a huge piece of hot dog, and darted away.

 

"Come back here you Mutt!" A person called from behind her, probably the person who owned the stand.

 

Chloe smiled to herself and continued running with the piece of meat in her mouth..

 

 

Name: Swift-Eye

Age:4

Breed:rottweiler

Rank: Beta

Appearance: The fur of a Rottweiler, except that the brown is actually caramel colored. Amber eyes with flecks of green.

Gender: female

Personality: Kind yet fierce when it comes to a fight. Commanding due to her large size and breed. Is very quick on her feet and in her words. She can make you think that she's your friend to having you for dinner.

Mate: N/A

Pups:N/A

History: Abandoned at three months, had to learn to survive at a young age. Found her way to the Junkpack at the age of 1 year. She pops in and out if the territory when she sees fit. Her den is just outside the Junkpack's teerritory.

Starting paragraph:

Swift-Eye emerged from her den on the outskirts of the Junkpack's territory. "Time to look for something to eat!" She headed to a row of crisp,shiny trash cans. Swift-Eye tipped one over and a bit of food had become layed out before her. "Small pickings. I won't come if it's like this every day." She scratched around,eating any food she could find.*yawn*Swift-Eye trots over to the boards that seperated her den fron the Junkpack, and with ease,cleared the fence with plenty of room to spare.Swift-Eye ran to the edge and watched the dogs run laps around the outside rim of the territory.

 

 

Name: Wind

Age: 2 years

Breed: Chihuahua

Rank: Loner

Appearance: Completely white fur that is very short, black button nose, dark brown eyes that show a lot of emotion. Small scars litter her body from past fights. She is very small. She wears an extremely faded and old collar that looks as though it is ready to fall apart at any moment. She has a high pitched voice.

Gender Female

Personality: Small, but hardy, she survives fights with dogs using speed and agility. Larger, bulkier dogs almost never land a hit while her knife sharp claws and dagger pointed teeth leave more than a few nasty marks. She also can jump extremely high to scratch her enemy. Wind's body is fragile, but to land a hit on her, you must be extremely fast. Wind is unpredictable, and she has a very short temper. There is an air of confidence around her, which is surprising to most dogs because of her tiny stature. Most dogs avoid her because of rumors that she can win a fight against a much larger dog, which she has done. She prefers to stay away from the politics and hassles of pack life, and is usually overlooked anyway. Beware, for while she looks cute and cuddly, she can easily scratch a dog's nose to pieces.

Mate:N/A

Pups:N/A

History: Wind used to be someone's pet, and her old name was Princess. She ran away to live on the streets, hating the dog shows they stuffed her in, not before they trained her in dog gymnastic tricks. Dogs used to challenge her all the time, but they were surprised to find she could outmaneuver them all. Her tactic is simple, dodge every attack, exhaust the enemy, and then strike with fury when their guard is down. Rumors scared off any other challenger, and it helped that they were true. After beating a huge dog right before an audience, one said she was as fast as the wind, and the name stuck.

 

 

Name: soldier

Age: 2 years old

Breed: german shepard

Rank: loner (for know)

Appearance: http://www.siegerhof.com/_borders/Bodo-Germany.jpg a pure black female german shepard with sharp green eyes.

Gender female

Personality: a non trusting personality, and she is quick to think and judge. She can be loving if you gain her full trust.

Mate:none

Pups:none

History:was abandonded as a puppy because she got to big. She was through from the window of an apartment when her owners got into a fight. They were fighting because of her, in the end the husband got his way and thew her out of their 3rd story apartment. Soldier renamed herself Soldier in hopes of forgetting her past and staying strong, but the fall from the apartment made her front right foot lame, but to this day it naggs her only a little.

Introduction Paragraph:

Soldier awoke from her makeshift hut. Her right paw was sore, she licked it for a minitute and then got up and streched. The nag in her paw went away. She looked up and inhaled the air, ready to go out looking for food.

Edited July 8, 2011 by Packgoater

[Packgoater]

"I've not sent anybody yet, I was actually thinking of going myself. Could you organize hunting parties, Roe? I've got a handful tonight, or so rumor says," he barked, his ears pointing forward. He sat up and leaped off the bus, landing squarely on four paws. He wanted to at least take someone with him, someone to make sure that everything went as planned. He didn't want a hostile there without a fellow member to guard him. He tossed his head, walking over to the two planks the dogs exited and entered from. He sat down in front of them, waiting for an answer from Roe.

[Chiaki]

Roe followed her brother and sat next to him, curling her bushy tail around her legs. "Sure I can get a hunting party together, but are you sure you don't want me to go with you to the fountain? The reports of hostiles have become more frequent and its not really a secret that we wait there for new comers."

 

She nudged her brother in the shoulder with her nose, after she had lost Ward he was the only real family she had left. The ranks of the pack changed so frequently with deaths and members moving on that Ty was the only stable thing she had and she worried about him.

[angelkay]

Skyla wandered through the woods, still trying to find something to eat. She couldn't walk much farther, that much she knew. Suddenly, she saw an exit in front of her. She darted for the exit, eager to see what was out there. As soon as she got out of the woods, she saw a fountain. Her ears perked up and she started to walk over to the fountain. But before she could make it, she blacked out.

Edited June 17, 2011 by angelkay

[Packgoater]

"I'd love for you to come with me, Roe. I'll see if there's anybody I can tell to come up with a party. It's nice to have a voice of reason within this pack, Roe. It really is," he barked, trotting back over to the bus. He leaped onto the roof of it, howling a command. "Listen well, Dogs! I need a hunting party! Pronto! My and Roe are going out to recruit, howl if you need anything," he called, hoping he had enough responsible dogs that they could come up with something. Without further ado, Ty leaped down back to Roe. "Ready?" he asked, nudging the the planks, revealing the city behind them. He coughed as new swells of smog furled around him, twisting and diving, encompassing his legs.

[Dyzi]

Alby stood up. His nose was still on the ground as he walked foward. He wanted to find the sent, Alby could tell it was a cat. It wasen't far so he sped up his pace. Alby got to the road, he looked up but his bangs were in the way. He shook his head back and forth so he could see. Alby could see a bit better but not much better so he sqinted his eyes. As he sqinted his eyes he saw a skinny cat across the road by an old shed. The cat looked like it was mostly bones and fur but Alby wanted to go for it anyway. He thought for a second and thought about catching the cat, or attempting to so his new pack could share a meal. The cat didn't even notice Alby so Alby darted for the it.

Edited June 17, 2011 by Dyzi

[hazeh]

Name: Victoria, although everyone just calls her Ghost.

Age: Five years

Breed: Rhodesian Ridgeback and Weimaraner cross

Rank: Gamma

Appearance: [x] Victoria's body structure completely mirrors that of a Ridgebacks, down to the muscle tone, height, and the "ridge" of hairs up her spine. Her coloration, however, takes after her Weimaraner father, and leaves her coat a dusty slate-gray. Her eyes are a fierce and eerie golden brown, and often startle those who are unused to her odd coloration. She also possesses a small white patch of fur on her chest and a dark muzzle. There are many scars across her body, with the most gathering around her hind quarters, shoulders, and snout.

Gender Female

Personality:Victoria was always very aloof and quiet. She doesn't speak much to the other dogs, but when it happens, she tends to give off a very cold or indifferent attitude. Because of this, most have learned to stay away from her, which she seems to want. Her solidarity has given rise to a few rumors of her origins within the Shadowpack, but no one has dared challenge her due to her savage temper. Of course, only very few have seen this vicious side to her, and it only occurred due to foolish males attempting to force themselves upon her. She doesn't take lightly to dominance, unless she believes there is a reason for her respect to go towards someone else. If she does deem someone worthy of her consideration, Victoria can tolerate their presence a little longer than most, and will even engage in conversation every once in a while. However, Victoria's distant and unfriendly disposition doesn't change much during these interactions.

Other dogs often observe her sitting alone, gazing out at the sky as if deep in thought. She generally exudes a mysterious, almost wise air about her, and is sometimes consulted by those who wish for advice. Of course, this often does not result in the other dog's favor, as Victoria will more often than not just relocate herself with a simple grunt of annoyance.

Mate: None.

Pups: Nope.

History: Victoria's mother and father were show champion dogs, owned by the same human. When the two dogs came in contact unbeknownst to their owner and thus resulted in the cross breeds, Victoria and her littermates were sold to the highest bidders. Unfortunately for Victoria, she was bought by a mean-spirited young man and was meant to be a birthday present for his girlfriend. The girlfriend took well to Victoria and adored her... for the first week. As the puppy started to show her energetic and trouble-making behavioral problems, the couple resorted to physical violence in attempt to "train" her. This abuse continued on for a few years, until at one point Victoria's spirit was broken and she attacked the boyfriend in pure rage. In retaliation, the man dragged the dog to his car, stashed her in the trunk, and rode off for the outskirts of town with his shotgun riding in the front seat. Victoria, however, was also an incredibly smart dog. She chewed through the ropes around her paws, and after throwing herself against the hoof of the trunk, smashed it open and tumbled out of the car. She was nearly hit by the following car, but was miraculously able to scramble to safety on the side of the road. For the next few years, she found herself a stray, but used her brute strength to overcome dangerous obstacles and her cunning to avoid those she knew would be near impossible to overcome. She joined the Junkyard Pack only a few months ago, but seems to have adjusted well.

Introduction Paragraph:

From the dark mouth of a rusted metal tube, a silver gray paw emerged from the shadows, followed by another, and then the snout and head of the creature the paws belonged to. As the moonlight trickled down and caught on Victoria's slate-colored fur, she blinked her ominous yellow eyes before gazing solemnly over the other dogs. Like usual, the large female said nothing to the others and ignored the faint woofs that did attempt to greet her.

The stocky muscles beneath Victoria's coat flowed smoothly as she strode silently across the camp. She had never been completely muscular to her full potential, as in all of her life she hadn't received proper nutrition. Her body had grown used to the malnourishment, however, allowing her to sustain a moderate amount of toughened sinews. Her walk was aimless, yes, having nothing much to do that particular day. Sometimes if she was lucky she could find an old piece of rubber to chew on, but today she appeared particularly distracted by a memory embedded deep in her mind. An ear twitched at the sound of a familiar voice, but Victoria did not lift her head to acknowledge Ty- he was busy with another dog anyways, and Victoria was too much like a shadow amongst the others to be of any notice.

Edited June 19, 2011 by Shiny Hazard Sign

[angelkay]

Skyla awoke to a certain smell that seemed farmiliar, but she wasn't sure what it was. She stood up, which was hard because she was still weak from hunger, and began to walk towards the smell. She walked for a few minutes and then came upon what the smell was, a rabbit. Skyla didn't even wait to think of how should would get it, she just ran towards it. The rabbit turned around just as Skyla tackled it, ripping it apart. The food felt amazing in Skyla's stomach, even though she wasn't use to eating raw meat, it tasted suprisingly good.

 

After she finished up her long awaited meal, Skyla walked back towards the fountain, hopped up onto the edge, and took a long drink of water. Now, all she needed to do was find a pack to join... But for now, Skyla curled up on the edge of the fountain, and fell asleep.

[Dyzi]

The cat suddenly jumped as Alby charged. Alby couldn't see where he was going, he just followed the sent of the cat. His bangs flew up in the air and as they did Alby could see. He leaped for the cat and tackled it. He bit the cats neck, killing it. Alby was proud of himself even if the cat was nothing but fur and bones. He picked it up by the neck and carried it back to the Junkpack territory.

[Packgoater]

((Haze- Approved. I like her. ))

 

Ty started out of his territory, walking across the hard cement that was unable to be seen underneath dark, swirling fog. The buildings loomed high over him, spewing smoke from chimneys. Ty needed as much food for his pack as he could get before the winter. In the Junkyard he had a miniature refrigerator that, in the winter or on cool days, he would gather up frost and snow to put in there. Then he would put all the meat he had gathered over the days into the refrigerator, letting it stay cool and not rot. Ty started to trot, he was eager to find out if there would be anybody at the fountain. He needed more dogs, more dogs meant more food gathered. Other packs were now refusing dogs, thinking they would just be more mouths to feed. They would, but they would also be more bodies able to hunt, more bodies able to fight. He nodded when he noticed Alby, pleased that the Omega had caught a cat. Maybe Ty would up his rank soon. Ty was getting an awful lot of new Omegas... Ty smiled as he neared the old pale fountain that had long stopped working. There was already a dog there and it was even a bit early. She appeared to be a pretty little German Shepard.

 

"Hello. If you are here I assume that you are a stray and that you are looking for a pack. Am I correct? Your name?" he barked, his voice clearly that of an Alpha. He was giving her a command, not really asking her a question.

[angelkay]

Skyla's eyes flew open. She got up and noticed that a good looking Doberman Pinscher was looking at her. And what did he say? He asked If I was looking for a pack? "Y-Yes, I am looking for a pack. My name is Skyla." she replied in a frightened voice. He was probably the Alpha of his pack, his voice had the distinct sound of it.

 

She moved a tiny bit closer to him and asked politely, "And you are?"

Edited June 17, 2011 by angelkay

[Packgoater]

"Ty. You're here early," he said, his voice impressed. "Smells like you've had a meal recently, too." he drew himself up so that he was at his full height. "So, you're a huntress, but can you fight?" He asked, leaping to the top of the fountain. He let out a howl, the famous cry of his meant to call all who wished to join his pack. "Come all who look for a pack. Be loner no more! Come, my dogs, come and be pack! Come and be something! Come and have a use, have a home," he howled, his head upwards towards where the moon would be if there was one. His claws dug into the dry ceramic bowl of the fountain, his legs splayed as he howled. He thought about Skyla. She was pretty, but he had too much responsibility to have a mate. And if he ever did have one it would be like painting a bulls-eye on her back. All his enemies would be able to hurt him via her. Ty didn't want that. He shook his head. He needed to be focused. He could be ambushed by a hostile dog. Or a spy could be one of the dogs who wanted to join.

[Dyzi]

Alby noticed Ty but kept walking. He trotted to the territory so the other dogs could eat. Alby dropped the dead cat which was now attracting flies near the bus where most of the dogs hanged out. Alby knew he was an omega so he let the other dogs eat first. Knowing that he probably wasen't going to get any of the cat Alby pushed bus door open with his nose. Not very many dogs slept at night so the bus was empty. Alby waddled to the back of the bus and jumped in the backseat. He soon fell asleep.

[Packgoater]

((Dyzi, you do realize that the bus is reserved for the Alpha and his mate only? The rest of the camp stay in their own dens. Alby can sleep in there, it might just get him into trouble. Ty wouldn't care, Ably would be more likely to be challenged by other dogs. Just letting you know. ))

[angelkay]

Skyla thought about Ty's question. But can you fight? Hmm... She probably could. But she had never really tried. She looked up at Ty. He was strong, good lo- No, she can't be thinking about that. He's an Alpha anyways, and her first priority is getting into a pack. Which she was pretty sure that she had found one, she hopes.

Edited June 17, 2011 by angelkay

[Packgoater]

((This is what I thought for Ty's appearance. http://www.tuatm.net/images/Dobermans/Doberman02Large.jpg

 

This is what I thought for his size (Those look like to me at least 3ft tall fences. I dunno about you, but thats one big dog to me!):

http://www.bigdobermans.com/images/nitro3_edited.jpg ))

 

"Well, we can always try you out at the camp. We're not expecting much from an Omega, so you're in luck. In most packs Omegas starve, but as long as I'm around I let the Omegas eat first when they get some food. So if you hunt something I'll let you eat first. I usually eat last. Some say I run my pack backwards," he said, amusement in his eyes.

[angelkay]

"Okay." Skyla replied easily, now more comfortable talking to Ty. She was happy to have found a pack, and she really wanted to meet the others. She walked over to Ty and sat next to him, hoping he didn't mind.

 

"What now?" Skyla asked him curiously.

Edited June 17, 2011 by angelkay

[Saphira-dragon]

 

 

Name: Storm

Age: 5

Breed: German Shephard

Rank: Loner

Appearance: Young and athletic, it shows on his well bred body of fighters. Well built muscles cover his body making him a perfect fighter or guard dog, something you wouldn't want to mess with any time soon. Saying all of this, his eyes are about the only things that aren't so hardcore, when he is relaxed these are the only things that show any sign of that young dog inside of him. He is also a rather handsome dog with some battle scars across his body but the one long claw scratch across the right hand side of his face is the one with the most history.

Gender Male

Personality: Confident, handsome and totally hardcore... You would think that this dog would be a loner but he is for good reason, he is and always will be a born fighter with a short temper that can quickly get out of hand. He us often reckless and doesn't think about his own safety half the time so looking out for others he believes would be a nightmare but deep down he secretly cares. A true wild and untamed beast!

Mate: None

Pups: None that he knows of but then again he has courted a few ladies

History: Prefer to RP it out, adds to his unknown background

Introduction Paragraph:

An all too familiar sound greeted Storm as Dawn began to break, the sign of yet another day fighting to survive in the cruel world he had been brought up in. This was the life he loved living even if it was one of the hardest ones but at least he wasn't stuck in a cage somewhere trying to suck up to some two legged just so they could reject him time and time again. No, this was one hundred times better than that sort of life but thinking about it wasn't going to shut up his stomach that hadn't stopped growling since he woke, time to move out.

Striking off down the alleyway he had spent the night in with his nose to the air, same old smell and that was one of rubbish. Nothing to keep a fighter like him in his top form for any longer than a few hours but something had to fill his stomach, a juicy rabbit wouldn't go amiss but it had been months since he had even caught w smell of one in this part of town.

 

[Packgoater]

((Approved. Is he going to eventually be a pack member? Is he going to make a pack once I make that option available? How is he going to fit into the plot?))

[hazeh]

The large, grey female sat in the shadows as Ty announced to the other dogs about the hunting party. Part of Victoria almost wanted to join them- hunting was in her blood, something she was naturally inclined to do. But in her years of living, Victoria had hardened herself by fighting; thus, she dedicated spare time to training herself, using mental images of the cruel man she'd lived with as incentive to become better. Of course, no one else knew this- not even Ty knew her background, and she didn't feel like telling him. It was fine by her if the others whispered rumors about her coming from the Shadowpack. Let them fear her; less for her to worry about.

Victoria lifted her muzzle slightly as the dogs left on the hunting escapade. One of the younger omegas came back with what looked to be a limp piece of fabric, but upon closer inspection revealed the find as a dead, scrawny cat. Victoria didn't really like eating cats, or even chasing them, despite the fact that part of her breeding existed solely for the purpose of bringing down lions. Perhaps that was how she became to be such a ruthless fighter... either that or her utter hatred for anything that mercilessly brought pain upon others. With a grunt, Victoira rose again, but pointed her muzzle towards one of the junk piles. She needed something tough and rubbery to chew on, to keep up her jaw strength.

When it seemed like the majority of other dogs had cleared from that particular area, Victoria began to scale the mounds of trash that made up their home. She had almost reached the top when a scent caught her attention, and her bright amber eyes swiveled to the side to light on a fat piece of cardboard. She carefully ambled towards it, and once she grasped the trash firmly enough as a perch, dug both forepaws into the junk with her nose leading the way. When she had reached the object of interest, the Ridgeback cross lifted herself gracefully out of the junk with an old piece of leather boot clutched in her powerful teeth.

Victoria swiftly jumped down from the pile before landing on the dusty earth with a soft snort. The leather dangled from her mouth as she padded towards a ripped-up sofa that lay on its back and angled upwards- the dog that had been sitting there had left with Ty, so she took his spot without hesitation and began to gnaw it quietly.

[Chiaki]

Roe slunk out of the dark, her dark colouration had camouflaged her well. Not that she had been spying on Ty, but you never knew who could be lurking in the dark. The new girl was pretty and obviously attracted to her brother as he was to her, but you probably wouldn't be able to tell the unless you knew him well. Roe sighed to herself.

 

When Tys last mate, Sasha was killed, Roe was scared it would break him. As it was she thought he had never really recovered from it. But then how do you recover from loosing half of yourself? Roe had never had a mate but she had seen it in her brother and his.

 

"Evening," she greeted softly, staring at Skyla for a little longer then socially acceptable for canines, but she was a Beta.

Edited June 18, 2011 by Chiaki

[Lalasa]

((Packgoater accepted me when I PM'ed him my sheet.))

 

Wind looked through the trashbins, triumphant over her latest fight. I doubt that dog could have fought a puppy. she snickered, and her grin grew even wider when she successfully found a delicious tidbit of perfectly fine meat. She ate it with gusto, and continued down the alley.

 

It was night, but she could care less. She broke free of the alley, and walked free and confident down the street, her small lithe figure a mere shadow, the houses dwarfing her.

 

She stopped to watch the moon. It was bright, and it reminded her uncannily of cheese.

 

She heard a dog howling in the night to come join his pack. Ha, not a chance! she scoffed.

 

((I hope this is fine. I'm not sure what else to post.))

Edited June 18, 2011 by Lalasa

[Rainbow_Joy]

((I'm going to post the intro part on my charrie sheet and add on.))

 

Coruki extended a paw into the darkness of the woods.

 

"Right." She whispered to herself. "One small step at a time." She followed her nose towards the faint scent of dog. It grew stronger with every step.

 

Emerging from the black mass of trees, Coruki found herself standing by a human road. It was quiet, no dogs to be seen this night. The sound of a wolf speaking carried over to her ears on a breeze.

 

"Come all who look for a pack. Be loner no more! Come, my dogs, come and be pack! Come and be something! Come and have a use, have a home."

 

Coruki was intrigued. There was a pack here. Taking steps towards the source of sound, she found a fountain and two wolves facing each other.

 

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Coruki slipped around the base of the fountain and watched the lead wolf talk. The female one had padded over to sit next to the one speaking. The male must be the alpha. Swishing her tail, she spotted another female who had come out of the darkness. She had the aura a pose of a beta, as she held the gaze of the other female sitting by the Alpha.

 

Mmm. They are organized.

 

Stepping into the ring of dogs conversing, she spoke.

 

"Are you accepting others into your pack?" Her voice rang out in the stillness.

[angelkay]

"Hello. Nice to meet you." Skyla replied to the girl happily. Was it just her, or did she seem to look at Skyla just a little too long? Eh, she wasn't sure, and it didn't bother her. She seemed to be the Beta of the pack, Skyla could tell by the way she walked and talked. She also seemed to be the sister of Ty, because she seemed very protective of him, and they looked very much alike.

 

Skyla quickly looked to her right. She thought she heard something, like another dog approaching. She listened for a second, and when she didn't hear anything else, she turned her attention back to the girl. "What's your name?" Skyla asked her.

Edited June 18, 2011 by angelkay

[DragonTrainer101]

An Australian Shepherd named "Ally" wandered around the junkyard.

She saw another dog (Ty) and walked in front of him, she got ready to defend herself without any word.