Deathbound - Dogs of the Lost City

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    Revenliegh


    Sh walked out of the den and found Finnic.

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    "I see yer feelin' better, lass." Finnic bounded up to the Australian shepherd. "That be brilliant!"

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    Revenliegh


    "Yeah I feel a lot better." she put her tail around Finnic's shoulders and asked, "Could you show me around?"

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    Finnic perked up instantly. "Sure! Follow me." A moment later, the pair were in front of three dens right next to each other. "The den in the middle is the Mothers'. They get ultra protective, so don't try stickin yer head in there, or they'd claw it off in moments!" he laughed a little. "the one on the right is the Survivors and on the left is the Trainees'. Ye know where the healing den is."

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    Revenliegh


    She nodded. "What den will I be in? Will I be a trainee? Or a survivor?" She questioned rapidly.

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    Finnic opened his mouth to speak but was silenced when a larger figure stepped behind his friend.
    "You will be neither," the character spoke. It was Riddle. "You will be trained by three dogs about what we do. I will watch you and will remember every succession and every fault you make." He stepped in front of her. "Finnic will be one of those dogs. I have two more in mind, but I'll let him train you for a while before he switches out." With that, he walked silently out of the camp.
    Finnic smiled.

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    Revenliegh


    She smiled at Finnic. "When do we start?" She asked.

    Username: xXVanillaXx
    Character Name:
    Friday
    Gender:
    Dog
    Breed:
    Alaskan Malamute
    Appearance:
    [img width=510 height=339]http://i1150.photobucket.com/a…er-10-800_zps494806d5.jpg[/img]
    Personality:
    Friday is a proud dog, he doesn't panic nor does he scare easily and he knows when to back down, though he doesn't like to. He usually does what he believes is right, even if it might mean getting hurt in the process. He is cool-headed and an accomplished fighter, he's very observant and hardly anything escapes his notice. He's also very charismatic and can be pretty persuasive when he decides to be. He basically exudes charm, and can talk his way out of almost anything. He is not the biggest, or the strongest, but he is very smart and sly, never making a move without carefully considering the pros and cons that the decision could cause. He can be a very loyal friend and will stick by you through thick and thin once you gain his trust.
    [b]Age:
    4yrs
    Kin:
    None
    Crush/Friends:
    None
    Pack:
    Moon
    Rank:
    Survivor
    Want Family?:
    He wouldn't mind one, but he won't accept just anyone.



    Character Name:
    Bella
    Gender:
    Bitch
    Breed:
    German Shepherd
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    Personality:
    Very guarded, and observant, she’s resourceful, quick, smart, silent footed, resilient, and stubborn. She is quite skilled at blending in, staying hidden and undetected, and she has the ability to get inside and out of even the most tightly guarded of places with minimal ruckus. She is extremely sneaky and also cautious. She is good at obtaining any kind of information, rarely failing any job she sets out to do. She also has Intel on almost every dog in the area. She is not easily trusting, nor will she respect you unless she believes you’ve earned it.
    Age:
    3yrs
    Kin:
    None (offers?)
    Crush/Friends:
    None yet
    Pack:
    None......Yet?
    Rank:
    Stray
    Want Family?:
    She has mixed feelings.


    I have one more character who will be created when I'm not so tired. :)
    Also, if this post is to large, just let me know and I'll put it in a spoiler.

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    Both accepted, and you can add another character whenever you want! Welcome to the roleplay!


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    "Whenever ye want," he yapped. "do ye want somethin' to eat first?"

    OOC: Thank you ^-^


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    Friday was out patrolling the perimeter of the territory, and keeping his nose tuned for anything edible while he was at it. Hunger was a constant companion of his, and he was always on the lookout for a way to satisfy it. Lifting his muzzle skyward, he carefully sniffed the air, but instead of smelling food, he caught the scent of an unfamiliar dog, and the trail was leading deeper in Moon pack territory. Narrowing his eyes, he began following it.


    Bella just so happened to be the dog Friday was tracking as she crept around the territory, hoping to snatch a quick bite from pack land. There was next to nothing left in the unclaimed streets, and she had grown desperate enough to risk being caught trespassing in order to find food. Shaking out her white coat, she jumped up on an old crate a scanned the area from the higher view point.

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    Riddle's empty gaze was scanning the walls of some of the old buildings around the Moon's territory. He narrowed his eyes, noticing that something was wrong. Something had moved. Shaking his head, the alpha looked again. It was still there ad he was sure of it. He jumped off his little perch-cliff and sprinted to the base of one of the old walls. A few old containers rustled; Riddle's ears pricked at the noise. He pounced on top of one of the packages, and he heard a squeak: a mouse. He snapped its neck. He much prefers mice to rats. Though he despises both, he'd much prefer mice to the large, hairy rodents. He looked up. A few bricks of the building looked loose, so he backed away. He'd tell his pack later on to be cautious of the building, in case it collapsed on top of someone, which could easily kill a dog on impact.


    Finnic paused. "Well, if ye are hungry, I'm sure someone would spare a bite or two for a lass like ye." I'm being too generous, he thought uneasily.

    Bella's ears flicked at a commotion toward her left, and not a second later, picked up the squeal of some dying rodent. Her stomach growling and cramping with hunger. she licked her lips and debated on whether or not to go investigate. Normally, investigating wouldn't even be an option, but as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures, and these were definitely desperate times. Mind made up, she jumped down from the crate and made her way toward the noise, careful to stick with the shadows.


    Friday trailed the unfamiliar scent quite far into the territory, his frown growing deeper with each step. This dog was either very confident, or very stupid to be so deep in pack territory. Shaking his head, he tracked the scent to an old picket fence, but he knew it didn't end there, the trail seemed to go over it. Had the dog jumped it? He didn't see any other way, and he sighed. He knew he wouldn't be able to make that type of jump, and resigned himself to finding a way around.

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    Revenliegh


    "Well, food is low around here, so I think I'll skip breakfast." She said smiling, "Shall we head off?"

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    The petite white dog nodded eagerly and bounded around a little. "What do ye want to learn first," he asked merrily, with a cheery smile on his muzzle. "hunting, stalking, fighting, you name it. Or do ye want to know about the other packs? Or maybe this one?"


    Riddle let the limp piece of scarce prey fall to the ground. He rolled it over a few times and looked at it fore a while. The alpha was checking to see if it was clean; he didn't want to see someone fall ill due to his own mistake. After a moment or two of inspecting the mouse, he picked it up. A few scents wafted nearby, one more recognizable than the other. Narrowing his eyes, he ignored the scents and walked back to his pack's camp.

    Bella peeked around an empty trashcan the smell of strong in the air and making her mouth water, but she didn't come out, because only a few feet away was another dog. A quick sniff in his direction told her all she needed to know. She had almost stumbled into Riddle, the lead dog of the territory. Shaking her head at her own carelessness, she stayed hidden until he was a good distance away. Only then did she risk coming out and sniffing the ground for any traces of lingering rodents.

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    This time, Riddle was sure that there was something watching him. He didn't bother turn to scent it out, or to warn it off, because he was certain that it would be spooked of shortly. Only a fool would venture into the Moon's territory, he thought to himself. they'd get shredded in moments if they were to be found. Riddle sped up his pace until he was at a jog before he slowed down when he entered his camp. He placed the mouse neatly on the ground where a few spare pieces of prey was also sitting, waiting to be eaten by the ever-hungry dogs.

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    Revenliegh


    She smiled. "I'd like to learn fighting." She went into a crouch and laughed.

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    Finnic laughed. "I'm not the greatest fighter in the pack, lass. But I can still fight, and I'm sure that your other tutors will teach you in very different ways. We all have our own styles of fighting." he locked eyes with the Australian Shepherd. "What's your style of fighting?"