The Plague Dogs (Semi-Advance; Role Play)

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[glow=black,2,300][size=36pt]Darla[/size][/glow]

I keep myself from giving him a good talking-to but let him and the other white dog pass and go on with their business, my pelt bristling at the fact that I was just trying to not get us all killed in this place. Who goes and locks themselves in a building that has no other escape route, where the enemies outside can get to them and kill them off one by one, if not wait until they're starved and desperate? Are they that simple-minded?
"At least he didn't try to attack me," I grunt to the pup. "Then we have a problem."
I dip my head to her and add, "My name is Darla, Darla of the Chesterfields, to be exact. And you are?"

"Big Brother only hurts others when they threaten me" the little fae replied innocently tipping her head as she listened to the older dog. She ducked her head shyly as if unsure if she was allowed to answer with her name. "Big Brother doesn't like it when I talk to strangers..." she said slowly as if she was reluctant to disobey her guardian "...But I'm-a Harmony...My Mama liked the word so she named me that...she said humans used to use the word when they talk about music or peace..."

Neka perked her ears. At the sight of Guntiver she only howled louder. Then she stopped annd got off thd skateboard. "Sorry, sir," she grunted. She then kicked the skateboard into the pile of broken wood. She soon padded over to her leader and sat at his side. Guntiver seemed to think of humans like murders or so she noticed. Sure they cut off her tail so it was now a stub but still! She huffed and layed down to lick her stinging paw. "Sure the Zombie Dogs but find us but the end of the city won't," she snorted. If there was a way out she knew she would find dogs she owed money, dogs that owed her, and maybe....Prince. Also it might lead to many monsters too.

Neka nodded. "We might run into Butch," she growled. She hated the pitbull male. She grunted and looked at her broken shed. She ran over and got some splinters. Shd slid it to Scythe and Guntiver then she grabbed her own. She wagged her stubby tail. "Lets go down and start kickin some Zombie Dog butt!" She howled and started to make her way down. As she did a moan sonded from behind. She snorted and ran toward the tunnle.

Neka struggled under Guntiver jaws. She dropped the big splinter of wood and snapped at him. She wanted to be dropped and not carried like a pup. She turned her head to see if the Zombie Dogs were there but they weren't. She soon pulled herself from Guntiver's jaws and looked up intothe sky. He was right they needed to rest. The dawn sky was now a eerie black and the sun was now the moon. She yawned and felt very cold air push into her. She knew that it was summer but something made her feel cold. She sighed and thought about how lonley she would feel since she wasn't going to sleep with her owners.

Little Harmony was sitting under her 'brother' peeking out from under her body as if he was her shelter. The fluffy dog tipped her head as she listened to the bigger dogs. The rusty brute growled a little not liking that they kept calling him 'big brother'. That name was for Harmony's lips only. He grumbled under his breath about him having a name and that the title 'big brother' wasn't appropriate for the others to use. He wasn't their brother. Nor was he Harmony's but, that fact slid out of his mind at the moment. The tiny pup under him looked up at him before leaning on his leg.

The German Shepherd's ears flicked back though his face remained cool. There was a soft chilling fire behind his voice as it cut through the air "It's Aztec...Only Pup here, has the right to call me Big Brother..." Harmony remained quiet as if scared of the other dogs. After all, she was only a little pup who clung to the protection of a single brute since her mother's death. "As for 'tricks' I have no time for such things as they are a waste of time...My skills would be a proper word for it...I wouldn't really know much of them...All I care about is keeping the Pup from killing herself..."

Neka lifted her head after a moment. "I can fight and I can lead," she barked. She once led a group of dogs at a department were men dress up in blue suits and wear badges. It had been long ago. What leader should she make now? She shook her head. Her leading skills would be rusty. Maybe she should take fighter? She sighed. Then looked up to Guntiver. "Whatever you choose," she woofed.

Neka turned to the black fea. "Better watch it black horse! You talk to everyone like this and I'm sick of it! A skateboard! A teddy bear! Wow. You are like a dead dog. Lying around with no life! Go join the Zombie Dogs will ya. I can care less about what you do and where you go!" she growled. She got up and stood nose to nose with Darla. She snapped at her and turned to a small pup and big brute. "Sorry if she is bugging you both. Also I'm sorry you were all called names!" she barked. Then she pawed the ground. "Life isn't the same when you have some dog bossing you," she snarled and padded away.