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Post by scraps on Aug 13, 2008 19:13:02 GMT -5
-for Cheif-  Would this face lie to you?
A tiny terrier slunk through the streets, gripping a steak tight in his teeth. His brown eyes shone bright, reflecting the street lamp's light, glancing along the street warily. Over sized paws trotted over the sidewalk, claws click-clacking against the cement. His ear twitched, flicking back and forth, taking in every sound, on all-alert. His nose took in many scents, mainly the old steak in his jaws, but he could still smell other things, too, like the perfumed bushes on the other side of the fence. The Jack wore no collar, although it wouldn't have been surprising if he had been a pet, escaped from one of these fancy houses.
But why would a pet jump at every noise, cling to the tough steak like it was his only lifeline? Why would a pet glance around warily, with such feral eyes? Why would he not be groomed to perfection, if he lived in one of these posh houses? No, no. This terrier was a street dog, born and raised on the streets. Constantly starving, only came in contact with human's when he was stealing something from them or being chased by them. The first was why he was carrying the steak, and the latter was why he was wandering these streets. The shopkeeper apparently hadn't taken kindly to a dog in shop, especially when said dog had a steak in his mouth. But, if a dog already had drooled on it, you couldn't sell it anyway, so taking out a broom on him really was silly.
He was still a puppy, really. He had over sized paws and short, stubby legs. His tail was short, and pointed to the ground. His head was too big for his body, and mainly a tannish-brownish color, except for the stripe, starting at his forehead, then widening as it dripped lopsidedly down his snout. A large black spot marked his back, oblong and leaning to his right side. He turned and slipped down an alleyway, glancing around nervously. Slowing to a walk, he walked down the alley until he came upon a dumpster. Slipping behind it, he laid down and started to gnaw on the steak.
The moon shone down on the alleyway, and from the dumpster came a sound, rustling. Scraps started, dropping his hunk of meat and jumping up. His hackles raised, he felt a growl start in his throat. A shape appeared on the ledge of the dumpster, silhouetted against the light moon. Scraps pulled his lips back and let the growl grow louder, recognizing the shape by its smell. Raccoon. It's eyes gleamed amber, and it stood up, looking down on the puppy from its perch.
"Back off, you oversized rat! It's my steak, I stole it fair and square!" He yapped at it, wiggling wildly in his anger.
[[OOC// Blah. I was always bad at starting posts. And is Scraps part of the pack yet, or does he have to rp joining? I tried to avoid that point~]] |
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Post by cheif on Aug 13, 2008 20:47:03 GMT -5
The big brown husky was down on his luck. He was mentally and physically drained after the confrontation he had with Caesar, his fellow pack dog, and an orange she-cat earlier that day. The night brought a cool breeze and he dragged his feet along the sidewalk. He didn't want to go back into the forest, that is until Shiba gave the call for the pack to meet up before the big attack on the feral feline residence. So he drifted aimlessly through the small houses which humans slept comfortably. Random trees were scattered on each side of the sidewalk. Birds turned in for the day and snuggled into their make-shift nests.
Sighing deeply again, he continued his walk. Leaving his muzzle open to sweep in any scents around, he strode down the streets. His muzzle stung with every slight movement from the earlier attack. Dried blood dirtied his white muzzle. "Soo tired...I can't do this anymore. Maybe I should just runaway from here...maybe even stop trying to live..." Chief stopped short and shook his head violently and huffed out a huge breath of air. Chief had never had a thought like that enter his head. He was never that kind of dog, never depressed about anything. Why had this insident get him down?
'I need something to take my mind off of this morning... something' Pushing his horrible feelings aside he picks up his pace as the breeze also picks up aswell. As he held his head a bit higher, feeling a bit in denial, he caught a scent of another dog....a pack dog. Slowing his pace as tht smell became stronger, he turned his head around the corner and saw a small terrier taking a few big bites -for a small dog- from a steak. Chief's stomache growled. but he didn't feel like taking food from a pup...a small pup. He hesitated before coming up on the dog, especially because he was a pack dog. Even if he was a new recruit, Chief didn't want to deal with anything that had to do with the pack.
Before turning around to leave the terrier, a medium-sized silhotte liffted itself up ontop of a trashcan. Hissing and barring it's teeth it looked to the small terrier. Chief couldn't help the urge to let a low growl rip through his pulled back lips. The little terrier looked like he was ready to attack, but Chief would be a fool to let the terrier take on a raccoon in similar size. Jumping from the corner, he intersepted the raccoon's attack. The rodent slipped into his huge mouth, and he molled it around at shook it violently. 'I guess this is the best I can do to get my mind off of things' Before he could moll the raccoon, it reached out and slashed his left eye, causing a yelp to escape his lips. Dropping the raccoon he retaliated and shook his head trying to ware off the sting.
OOC: Well Carly, you don't need to be in an official thread to be a pack dog. Just write like he had experience with them XD
Admin's Note on November 1st: This thread is being archived due to inactivity. We'll say that:
-They talk a bit as fellow members of the pack
-Overall, nothing much happens
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