You Ain't 'Bout || street dog AU ||That Life

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    The ebony dog flicked his ear as he sat in the middle of the junk yard. It was meal time and the trash men will be dumping something humans left behind. Looking back for his mother o pack members. Maybe they had found something other to steal or eat. Anyhow the rumble of the truck had his talk wagoning hard.

    [fancypost bgcolor=#; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/FwVuwwP.jpg?1); width: 500px; height: 199px; padding: 0px; border: 2px solid #292929;][fancypost bgcolor=#292929; width: 430px; height: 30px; padding: 0px; padding-top: 10px; border: 2px solid #292929; margin-top: 0px; font-family: cambria; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #9b9b9b; font-size: 24pt;][glow=#5c5c5c,4,500][I]FRIGIDFALL[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=#252525; opacity: .70; width: 504px; height: 19px; padding: 0px; padding-top: 1px; border: none; border-top: 2px solid #9b9b9b; margin-top: 133px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; margin-left: -2px;][b]the Nox | scout | female | 8 moons | timber wolf | battle tags[/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=#292929; width: 498px; height: 140px; padding: 3px; border: none; border-top: 2px solid #818181; border-bottom: 2px solid #818181;][fancypost bgcolor=#818181; width: 440px; height: 140px; overflow: auto; padding: 3px; border: none; margin-top: -3px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; color: #292929; line-height: 13px;]
    For a canine that grew up surrounded by all the filth and dangers of the street, the young fem was quite the optimistic. With a bright smile always on her maw, nonchalant eyes that ignored the gravity of their situation, and always the relaxed, laid back body position, it was a wonder she was able to survive all these days out on the road. But then again, nothing about her cheerfulness gave way to an inability to defend herself.


    "[b]What's happening?" With a yawn, she had pulled herself out of her crumpled position against a rough wall, making her way over to Vice. He seemed pretty excited, so that was good.


    [/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#292929; width: 498px; height: 15px; border: none; padding: 3px; font-size: 6pt; text-align: center; color: #343434;]template created by olivan ; image (c) original owner[/fancypost]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#585858; border: 5px solid #848484; width: 480px; height: 280px; padding: 10px; box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 5px 0px #2e2e2e][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid #848484; width: 96px; height: 276px; padding: 0px; box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 5px 0px #2e2e2e, 0px 0px 5px 0px #2e2e2e; background: url(http://oi63.tinypic.com/avpmol.jpg); float: left;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#848484; border: none; width: 370px; height: 45px; padding: 0px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px 0px #2e2e2e; float: right; font-family: baskerville old face; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 25px; line-height: 35px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: 10px;]this is where the rainbow ends[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: 10px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -5px]The Nox -- Trooper -- 14 months -- Asexual Homoromantic -- Terramoon xx Hema[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#848484; border: none; width: 350px; height: 175px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px 0px #2e2e2e][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: inherit; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 50px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; min-height: 175px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase]
    Harley had wandered away from her packmates -- nothing unusual, and, typically, she'd find small treasures and enough food that it was excused. She was currently digging through a pile of trash left behind, a few morsels of food resting next to her, and Harley was definitely hyperaware of it, and the possibility it might be stolen. While she was waiting for the truck to dump more garbage, where she could search for fresher food, it also helped that she was just flatout looking overall
    confused rushedness
    [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#848484; border: none; width: 370px; height: 20px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 8px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px 0px #2e2e2e; float: right;]template by[color=#bdbdbd] #punki-chan; beware hidden scrolling[/fancypost][/fancypost]