Survivors (Private)

Intro;

You don't have to make a form, just do something similar to me and then we'll start off I guess. Sorry this isn't super detailed either.

.:Vladimir:.

Age; 5 years
Personality;
Vlad is more of a loner type of wolf.. Especially now that where he is located in the city. He's a white and golden brown color.. Not the best if you're in a dark city. But Vlad wants more than just himself. He wants a friend, and maybe one day, a love.

At first, Vlad is quiet, fierce, and protective. And once you get to know him he'll be a lot more stubborn, nicer, and very kind and friendly. He makes a great friend although he can be a tough nut to crack...

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Vlad's chocolate eyes gazed around. He had squished himself into a tight elevator to spend the night. It was his current "home" area and was big enough for one. The whole area he had cleared out and organized himself over the past few lonely weeks. He had some food, a dripping water supply, and he could go out to hunt occasionally. The creamy colored canine got out of his blocked and secret elevator which seemed like getting out of a maze and leaped out over a large crack in the ground which didn't seem very friendly. Shaking out his fluffy, dusty, dirty coat he sighed. By the looks of the lights and shadowing it seemed like the afternoon was approaching..

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He left the broken, run down building, lumbering along. Once he got outside, the sunlight hit him stronger than he expected and winced, dashing back for the shadows. His eyes slowly adjusted and he slunk out onto the road. He took a whiff of the air and tasted monster. Nothing but those flesh-eating disgusting monsters. He cringed at the taste and lowered his nose. The creamy canine stuck to some shadows and bowed down, taking cover underneath the skeleton of a car that looked that it had once been under the wrath of fire. An explosion maybe.. there was a car door across the street and the other doors to the car were missing. Vlad watched as a monster creeped out, rambling lazily across the broken road. Vlad just wanted to wait for this one to pass; he didn't feel like putting up a fight at the moment.

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His eyes wandered. As the monster passed he slowly and carefully pulled himself out from underneath the skeleton of a car and scraped his back. With a low, rumbling growl of pain he tried to ignore the steady pain in his back. Vlad shook it off; just a scratch. He tasted the air and tasted the faint smell of mouse; and another unfamiliar scent- but he smelled food. And the food mattered more than that odd scent..

He quickly slipped back under some shadows as he crossed the street, muscles rippling through his poofy pelt, keeping himself low to the ground. The unfamiliar scent got a little stronger, but so did the mouse scent.

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With a snarl, he saw a flash of gray fur. No! With a menacing growl, Vlad lunged, muscles tense, attempting to pin this stranger. The scent was accompanied by the scent of death; the scent of mouse was gone. Just a faint trace of it. And this wolf had stolen his meal.

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As they tumbled, the other wolf got up and so did Vlad. Snarling viciously, the lad had leaped for him and snapped at him. Vlad could feel the searing pain in his shoulder as they tumbled to the ground and Vlad snapped his sharp canines for the other wolf's neck, but missing, and grabbing air. Vlad wiggled out of the other wolf's grasp and snarled. He wanted to say something, but it sounded pathetic. Vlad dipped his head, his teeth still bared, his eyes still gleaming with a menace so deep, if looks could kill, this other wolf could already be gone. Vladimir could feel his shoulder warming as the warm liquid oozed from his shoulder wound, it's putrid smell reaching his nostrils. He didn't exactly like the smell of blood nor did he despise it. It just wasn't his favorite scent.

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"Who don't you? You're in my territorial area.." He growled after the wolf. Surprisingly, it was a female wolf. She looked pretty masculine. And he thought that was kinda cute. But she just attacked him. Now that wasn't cute. Snorting, he lumbered back off towards his own shelter, tasting the air for the scent of any monsters. After that fight it was possible that some could have heard them. Vlad hurried back, limping as fast as he could, and as quietly as he could, grumbling to himself.

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Vladimir paused as he heard a sound. It sounded like a chase. He stood up, keeping his injured shoulder side paw off the ground and perked his ears, listening intently. With a low growl, Vlad raced forward. There was that scent again. It must be that wolf and something else... Monster! He was running like a bullet straight towards them and he got out of the way of the other wolf's path. He veered off to the side and as they passed, lunged for the huge monster. And it was huge. By far the biggest he'd ever seen. It was probably a bad idea to fight it off, especially with his shoulder, but this was a wolf. It was a chance that Vladj ust couldn't let slip between his paws.

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"What do you think I'm doing?" Vlad spat back with emphasis. The monster had taken his few seconds of distraction to the extreme; it slashed at him knocking him over. With a yelp of pain as he landed on his already wounded shoulder, the fluffy male leaped back to his feet as the monster began turning towards the femme. He lowered his hackles, tensed his strong muscles and lunged, aiming to grasp his teeth around the monster's neck. As he did so, the monster was surprised, falling over and Vlad took the chance to rake his claws down the monster's side.

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He could feel the movement of her slashes and he tightened his grip on the monster's neck as she tore at it. Quickly following through, he began tearing at its huge face as it screamed out in pain while the wolves tore at it. Soon enough, the monster was limp and silent. Vlad let go, his jaws tired and a little tense from the work. He spat out the monster blood and who knows what else, and he looked at her, panting. "Um.. I don't know if you wanted to, but I have a place you could stay. Might as well hole up for the night. It's almost sun set." He noted down the time, flicking his tail towards the setting sun. It was halfway down and the shadows of the broken city were growing longer. He hated the night. Night was the worst time to be out. You were more vulnerable; night was when all of the monsters were out and about, hunting and doing whatever.

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He nodded, dipping his head slightly, respectfully. "Don't fret.." He whispered in reply. Turning tail, he began limping back to where he'd come, his pace quick but not clean. His limp ruined his normal, fast, easy pace, but he was sure he could fix this. Looking back, Vlad made sure the femme was following, and quickened his pace, his heart thumping hard in his chest as he thought about what happens after dark...