In the Alleyway[OPEN/JOIN]

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    Plasma trotted quickly through the maze of buiding. He looked behind him and saw the Twoleg after him with a net.
    The Great Dane ran as fast as he could and turned to an alleyway. The Twoleg ran past the alleyway and Plasma looked out.
    He snorted and found a small puddle near a building. Plasma walked towards it and lapped it with his tongue. The Great Dane backed away but kept drinking the water.
    It's good enough... he thought as he saw something scurry away from the corner of his eye. Plasma stood up and placed a quick paw on the creature. Easy meat...
    It was a small rat. Plasma bit into it and ate it alive. He licked his jaws and laid down in the cool shadows hoping a Twoleg wouldn't catch him.

    Molly's stomach ached. She whined softly, for the German Shepherd hadn't eaten in three days. Panting, Molly continued on in the shadows of the large brick building beside her, paws padding quietly on the sidewalk. As she passed a dark alleyway, a faint scent wafted into her nose. A curious sound rose from her throat.
    A dark figure stood out to her in the darkness. Molly knew it was another dog. But she was hesitant to approach it; was he or she dangerous? The German Shepherd couldn't afford to be attacked, remembering this as her stomach growled once again.

    Plasma stood up and saw a German Shepard standing a couple cat lengths away. He grunted and moved foward bringing his prey foward.
    She looked helpless and a little hungry. Plasma looked at his prey and shrugged. "Here. I wasn't hungry anyways..." the Great Dane turned away and huddled in the corner.
    "I'm Plasma. You are?" he turned his head towards her and his head rose. Plasma heard a crash and shrunk back. "Get over here against the wall!" he barked as quietly as he could.

    Molly didn't have to decide whether to approach the dog or not; the stranger made up his mind for her. As he came closer Molly realized that he was a Great Dane, around the same age as her, if not a bit older.
    When she was given the piece of freshkill, at first Molly was at a loss for words.
    "Th-thank you," she murmured, bending down cautiously to grab her meal. Her eyes met the male's as she looked up.
    "I'm Plasma. You are?" she heard him say in his rough voice. Plasma.
    "I'm--"
    Suddenly Molly heard a loud sound that caused her ears to flatten; in the next heartbeat Plasma was barking quietly for her to come, to get against the wall. Heart pounding and prey still in her jaws, Molly sprinted to the shadows where Plasma was cloaked in the shadows.
    "W-what is it?" she stammered. Molly then noticed that she was shaking all over in fright.

    Plasma watched her come over. She was scared and fearful. The Great Dane was lying down and was calm. "Probably Twolegs. If they saw us we would get caught and they would send a dog catching Twoleg..." the gray dog answered with a ruff.
    A twoleg came out and threw something in the shiny bins. The Twoleg left. Plasma went over to it and nudged the lid off. "There is scraps in here! We could have some. Your name??"

    Molly tilted her head at the mention of Twolegs. "Pardon me, but what are Twolegs, exactly?" she mewed timidly, following Plasma to the large containers and leaving her meal behind her. "And, if you don't mind my asking, how are you staying so calm?" Flashes of her past experience over the last few days appeared in her mind, and the German Shepherd shuddered, eyes wide. This city was dangerous.
    The female then shook her head, as if clearing it, and noticed that she hadn't answered Plasma. "Er, I'm Molly," she muttered, looking away. I don't know if I can trust this tom. He might take advantage. He might... Molly did not want to think about what might happen. After all, just a day ago a tom had approached her, and Molly had just barely gotten out of there.

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    "A Twoleg is that two-legged pink thing that came out. They can be bad creatures but I've met good ones too..." Plasma answered as he moved around the shiny can and tipped it over. It made a crash but no one came out.
    Plasma sniffed and opened his jaws. "It's my personality... I can be nicer but usually I am calm..." the Great Dane took a piece of meat and ate it quickly. "Try some..."
    He sat next to her and chewed slowly on another piece of meat.

    Orchid sniffed her way around cautiously. Her spotted fur was covered in the dust the cars swept from the burning asphalt. Her nostrils dilated in protest, moving discretely from side to side after each unexpected sneeze caused by the acrid smell. The dalmatian pup wasn't really a street-born and from all she had seen there were hardly any other dalmatians living as street dogs. Truth be told, the licensed red collar around her neck stood as testimony of the fact that she was not a stray, either. How she ended up outside the comfort of her home was a different story. All she could remember was that she absolutely needed to get away from whoever the guest of her owners was. It was their mistake for letting a stranger in charge of their home and Orchid would not put up with someone like that self-obsessed and outrageous person.


    She stopped dead in her tracks as her nose picked up a pair of different scents that had nothing to do with the perfume-heavy smells of twolegs or the choking scents of the city and its wheeled vehicles. A soft bark came from behind a fence and Orchid realized how badly she needed company. The pup whimpered and looked around for a way to get behind the pointy-shaped wooden wall and finally saw a breach. She crawled through it clumsily, whining as a chip clung onto her collar, but jerking her head left and right allowed her to break free. She stumbled backwards and scoffed before spinning around and making her way towards the two broader figures. By the sound of it, they had just met as well. "H-hello?" The Dalmatian pup called hesitatingly.

    Plasma jerked his head around and saw a Dalmation pup. "Hello. Come here and join us. I'm Plasma and this is Molly," the Great Dane pointed to the German Shepard and smiled.
    He continued to eat the scraps of food and sat up. Plasma walked slowly towards the pup and wagged his tail. "Who are you little pup? And where did you come from? You have the faint scent of Twolegs..." he looked away and sighed.
    Plasma sat in the shadows and lowered his head. "This isn't a place for young Dalmations. They'll just send you to the pound and..." his voice trailed off and he had faint memories. He had gotten away from the pound and ran here.

    Molly watched the scene play out in front of her while copying Plasma, carefully chewing a chunk of meat as well. She kept silent, of course; it was a precaution she took with a stranger. Indeed, it had been different with Plasma. For one, he had given her food. For another, the Great Dane had warned her of the Twolegs, what she had known as her former owners' kind. Perhaps I have been too trusting. Molly paused, lost in thought. Then again, perhaps I have been too much of a skeptic.


    She jerked her head up at the Dalmatian pup, and listened as Plasma mentioned Twolegs. "This isn't a place for young Dalmatians," he said. "They'll just send you to the pound and..." He stopped there. Images flooded into her mind's eye. The beating, the aching, the freely-flowing blood... Suddenly she found those large, pink Twolegs, standing over her--they were once her owners, once her masters.


    The German Shepherd blinked, rushing back to reality. "Why are you here, young one?" Molly murmured, remembering that she herself hadn't explained that to Plasma. Lending an ear to the Dalmatian's story might bring her the courage to tell her own.

    As the male greeted her, Orchid started wagging her tail delightfully, her eyes finally sparkling with enthusiasm. She looked from him to the female , nodding as she struggled to keep their names glued to her memory. Plasma started asking questions about her and her former whereabouts, but then suddenly trailed off with the expression of someone who was at war with an unbearable pain. The pup then noticed the female approaching and she came to a sitting position looking up at the two large dogs. If only she had been a grown-up, as well. She wouldn't be in so much fear every single second of her life. Molly herself looked troubled and for a moment the pup was under the impression that the two shared similar experiences. Dreadful memories, by the look of it. The fur on her back raised as chills went down her spine at the thought of the gravity of the events that must've impressed the two figures that seemed majestic from where the pup stood.


    "I'm Orchid. I come from..." She looked down, trying to see the writing on the medallion hanging on her collar. "This place here." She paused and turned her attention to Molly. "I don't know. I just...walked and walked and stumbled across this place. I actually, uhm, ran away from home." She looked down and then sighed, remembering the male mentioning the pound. "What...what is it that happens to dogs taken to the pound? And...what's a pound, anyway?" She asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. Her curiosity was somehow tainted by the certainty that there was definitely something gloomy about that place even without having the explanation.

    Plasma nodded and walked towards the shiny can. "Would you like some food? It isn't much but..." he tossed her some meat and sat back down.
    "The pound is a place where they take stray dogs from the streets and put them in cages. Sometimes they treat them badly. And if you stay in the pound for too long, you will be put down..." Plasma's head dropped and his tongue rolled out.
    He began to breathe heavily and he laid down. "Molly? Have you ever to the pound? That's why I knwo a lot about it. I was there once..."

    Orchid padded towards the meat out of curiosity more than anything and flinched a little at the sight. As a pet, she never had to put up with something like that, but she knew, even in her immaturity, that she wasn't in a situation that would allow her to grimace at food opportunities. Besides, she had little faith she would return to her home. If only she'd get rid of the collar, then maybe... Her eyes beamed with appreciation for Plasma. Maybe she would end up being a tough street dog herself. Like Molly here, who seemed to do a pretty good job in spite of looking less secure than Plasma.


    She sniffed the meat and reached for a bite as she listened to the male's explanations, but her ears flattened against her skull, eyes widened and she whimpered in protest suddenly. "W-what do you mean...put down? You're not saying they k..." She trailed off. She hated the word 'kill'. She'd only heard it once. It happened when she was last taken to the vet. A child was sobbing, apparently not understanding that his canine companion was being put to sleep. Orchid didn't understand right away for sleeping was indeed a very pleasant thing. But as the child wailed that he did not want his pet to get killed she understood and her blood had gone cold.


    Just like right then. Humans were cruel, after all and she was just beginning to get the picture. A new flush of genuine fascination swept over her as she understood that Plasma was a survivor of that awful place. She took a mouthful of meat and looked straight at the Great Dane. "And how did you get away?" She asked, gleefully all of a sudden.

    "I... I... A twoleg opened the cage door and I ran before he could get to me. And yes they do kill you..." Plasma shook with fear but stood tall.
    "But those are just the past look at where I am now. In the streets and alleyways. It is the life," he closed his dark eyes and opened them at Orchid.
    "Why'd you run away?" the Great Dane asked without hesitation. His tail wagged and his eyes gleamed with urging.
    Plasma sighed and stared into the streets.

    The pup whimpered at the broad dog's confirmation , but as he went on she felt the now familiar admiration building up strongly again, chasing away her hesitations and fears. She barked once happily, but frowned as soon as he asked her about her motives for abandoning her house.


    "Well...I...my owners went away on holiday and the house, well... they left this impossible woman in charge of everything. I guess she hates dogs or something, she wouldn't even let me back into the house." Orchid huffed in annoyance. "But I managed to escape her. I'm sure she's just like the twolegs from the pound." The small dalmatian went on, pricking her ears. "Evil and unmistakably cruel."