--stray {Adult male dog needed, SEMI-ADVANCED} (PAFP)

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    [align=center]This is Angel:

    ((You are a stray, living on the city streets, that only takes care of himself, but happens when you find tiny Angel hiding out in your place with no one to watch over her. Will you take care of the young pup while living your dangerous lifestyle?))


    Angel bolted down the street yelping in fear and panic as a few large dogs chased her. She had trespassed on their territory and were set on teaching her a lesson. Frantically the pup darted down an alley and slipped inside a small crevice in the wall of an abandoned building. She bolted into one of the rooms of building and hid under the bed, still shaking in fear.

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    Rafael was snoozing on the top of the bed Angel cowered under. The Australian Shepherd was curled up in the tattered blakets he had gathered months ago, as the matress had been stripped of its sheets long before he found the building. His ears twitched as he heard the tell-tale scraping of claws against the wooden floor of the room. The sound was quiet, a lot quieter than the din of the city outside, but even so it woke the male dog up from his slumber.
    He blinked open his eyes and raised his head, looking around the room in annoyance. Moonlight filtered into the room from the old, broken windows. It would be dawn soon. The world seemed like it couldn't stand for him to sleep in late; there was always something that disturbed his snoozing. He was never in a grumpy mood about for long, however. Rafael had never been one to lay around, he liked to "get-up-and-go". Strays who just laid around never made it long on these streets.
    The mottled dog stood up on the bed, stretching out his legs and relishing in the popping sound of his joints. The popping was always a sign of a good stretch. He opened his maw in a giant yawn, then hopped down onto the wooden floor.
    Now what was it that had woken him up this time? Oh right, the scratching of claws against the floor. A low growl rumbled in the dog's throat. "I swear, if I find another rat in here...," he mumbled, not to anyone in particular.

    Angel cowered far under the old bed, still shivering in fear. A multitude of frightening thoughts raced through her head. What if the other dogs had found another place to get in from in the building and find her? Was this really the safest place she could be? Could they be in the building already, looking for her? Then her heart suddenly stopped when she finally noticed the scent of another dog... right on top of her. Had she run into another dog's territory unknowingly? She then heard another noise, the bed creaking, as the dog on top of it moved. She remained deadly still as her heart threatened to pound right out of her chest. Her fears were soon realized when the dog jumped down onto the floor. When she heard the growl her small ears folded back in fear as she hid her stubby tail between her legs. She couldn't help but whine softly as she cowered under the bed.

    The growling immediately stopped as he heard the whimpering. Rafael cocked his head to the side in bewilderment, then ducked down to look under the bed, surprised to find a young puppy cowering there. The Shepherd frowned. "What are you doing under here, pup?" he barked.

    The pup scooted further under the bed in fear when she saw the older dog look under the bed. "I-I w-was... hiding from the big scary dogs," she whimpered softly. She looked up at the big dog nervously as she flattened herself to the ground. "D-Don't t-tell them I'm in here...please," she whimpered again.

    Rafael sighed. "You're okay here. I don't have any interest in hurting a kid like you. Just come on out from under there, okay? And I'll take you back home. Do you know where your owners live?" His voice hadn't gotten any gentler. Hey, Rafael wasn't some softie.
    It really was a shame people didn't put collars on their pets. This pup couldn't have been a stray...she seemed too frightened of the streets.

    Angel was still cautious not fully reassured that this dog wouldn't hurt her, she stayed where she was still watching him nervously. "M-My owners don't w-want me anymore," she replied sadly looking down at her paws silently. Her owners had abandoned her and she had gone out to look for them but she'd never found them.

    [sub] The dog moved away from the side of the bed, no longer ducking down to talk to the puppy. He straightened himself up, thinking that if he didn't crowd the pup too much, she might feel comfortable enough to come out. He frowned at the younger dog's statement. This kid wouldn't last without some proper guidance on living on the streets. By the sound of it, she'd probably get mauled to death before the week was out. Perhaps he could...take her under his wing for a short time, just to show her the ropes? That is, if the pup ever got the nerve to peek out from under the bed. "It happens to the best of dogs," Rafael replied, his voice briefly taking on a gentler tone. "You got a name, pup?"

    When the other dog seemed to pull away from the side of the bed the pup seemed to relax a bit more. She slowly began to crawl towards the older dog, sticking her head out from under the bed as he spoke again. After a moment she crawled out from under the bed fully, though her fur was covered in dust. "I'm-" Her sentence was interrupted by a small sneeze, most likely caused by the dust. "Angel."

    The older dog chuckled a little at her dust-covered coat. "Okay. Angel, you can call me Rafael. From what you said earlier, some big dogs have been on your case, right? Sounds like you could use a few pointers about being street-wise. If that's the case, then you came to the right place, pup," Rafael said, boasting slightly. "I know this city like the back of my paw."

    Angel finally noticed that she was covered in dust. She shook out her fur as the older dog introduced himself also. She glanced up at him, her brown eyes bright. "Really?" She said as her tail wagged happily at the idea of staying with Rafael.

    The dog shrugged. "Sure. Besides, wouldn't want a pup like you running around causing trouble in my neighborhood," he said lightly, getting up and trotting over towards the doorway of the room. "C'mon. Let's get some breakfast. A good night's sleep always works up an appetite for me, and I'm sure Tony's already at the shop by now."

    Angel wagged her tail happily at Rafael's response, glad that she wouldn't be alone. She got up and padded after Rafael, having to trot a bit to catch up to him due to her short legs. Her stomach seemed to growl at the mention of food.

    The older dog led the way out of the room and into an open space that was probably a living room at some point. The front door was boarded up, and there were a couple of pieces of furniture with white sheets over them. To their right was a staircase that led up to the second floor, but Rafael continued to pad towards the front door. "I got this place out of sheer luck, really. About a year or two ago, it used to be the territory of a couple of Dobermans. You can imagine how scary they were--big bullies of the neighborhood, really. Me and a friend of mine, we confronted them and kicked 'em out. Not really for the house, per-say, but mostly just to get them out of our fur. This place was just an added bonus. A well-earned one, too. I was lucky to get away from that scrap with my fur still on." The male dog spoke smoothly and coolly, as if he had rehearsed his words dozens of times. Suddenly he took a sharp turn, and headed for the wall instead of the door. The Shepherd came to a stop beside a blanket that was hung on the wall, and that was obviously patching up a hole in the wall. He lifted the sheet with his paw, signaling for the puppy to go through first.