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APOLLO

Nickname(s); None

Apollo made his way through the parking lot, weaving through the rows of parked cars. The black and white dog grunted, his black nose pressed to the ground as he scavenged for food, maybe a few scraps that people may have tossed out their window. His chocolate brown luminaries lifted up from the dark asphalt before him as he watched someone throw a Wendy's bag out of their car. The male stood still, long lanky spotted legs pausing in motion as he watched the sleek red car pull off and leave the plaza. Tongue swiping across his muzzle, Apollo quickly darted forward. He snapped his jaws viciously, lips curling into a snarl as he chased off the diving birds. He wasted no time, greedily shoving his nose into the bag as he sniffed around. Smelling leftovers of food, Apollo hastily began to pull out what he could.

He snatched a wrapper out, a half eaten burger squished up in the foiled ball. The chinook mix tore at the food, ripping apart the bread and the meat. Someone came hurrying over, and growls shook the tall dog's body. "Get out of here!" The woman yelled, waving her hands at him. Apollo snapped once again, baring his pointed teeth in warning. Leaning down to grab the fast food bag, the woman began to throw trash from her car at him. A loud, angry bark escaped his muzzle before he snatched up the paper bag of food and dashed off, some of the remnants falling out in the process. He slipped into a narrow path between one of the stores, slinking through the alleyway cautiously.

ROSALIE

-Nickname(s); "Rose" "Rosie"

The english setter sat at the front of a store, tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted heavily. She had been abandoned only two days ago, but the dappled female hadn't moved from her spot. Her sides heaved as she breathed quickly, thirsty and hungry. Her owner, a sweet old woman who had recently been put in a nursing home due to Alzheimer's. The woman's family didn't trust her to take care of herself, let alone a dog. One of her son's loaded Rose into his car and drove her to the park. He took her for a walk, and when they reached the street full of stores and businesses, he unleashed her and left. Rose sat in front of the nail salon since and she didn't move. They tried getting her into the store, where it was cool and had air condition but the pretty dog didn't stay inside for more than five minutes.

Distraught and anxious, Rose looked around warily. She turned her head, soft brown eyes peering in at the clients waiting for their appointments and the nail technicians working. "He's not coming back.." She murmured to herself sadly, lowering down on the sidewalk to lay down. A few people walked by her, not really paying her any mind. Seeing as she didn't seem aggressive or intimidating, some people stopped to crouch down and try and pet her. The two days she had been there, nobody called animal control. Resting her head between her paws on the concrete, her feathered ears lifted slightly to the sound of the door opening. Looking up, it was the lady who had repeatedly been giving her containers of water. Once again, she set a plastic tub on the ground and tried to coax her inside. When Rosalie didn't move, the woman tried tugging her by her red collar to bring her inside. She growled softly, the warning barely audible to human ears. Shrinking back, Rosalie quickly got up on her paws and fled down the sidewalk. She traveled alone, and she was fine until she became lost in an empty lot.

Rosalie

Nickname(s); "Rose" "Rosie"

Rosalie took a seat, falling back onto her haunches. Light brown gaze observing her surroundings, she looked around warily. Ears perking to the sound of someone approaching, the white and brown dog turned her head only to see another canine charging towards her. Before she could even get up, Rose was tackled and pinned. She was met with an angry face, and the other female didn't seem to happy to see her. Ears folding back, the English Setter didn't move in attempts to avoid angering the mother even more. As she inquired who she was, the her spotted fur bristled slightly. She wasn't a threat, she wouldn't harm someone else unless they truly were a threat.

"I'm Rosalie," The tan and white dog responded, a frown on her lips. "Rose is fine though." She commented, staggering up onto her paws once the other female got off of her. The former house dog rolled her eyes, a light smile tugging the corners of her mouth. "Yeah, well I got tired of those people looking at me with pity." She frowned at the thought.

Tracking~

I'm not quite sure how to throw her in, I'll try tho

Morgana trotted through the streets, her belly growling hungrily. Most humans looked at her warily, afraid she'd bite, but she was friendly for the most part. All she wanted was something to eat. Well, water would be nice too.. The large breed absolutely loved water, lakes, rivers, you name it. But stuff like that was hard to come by in the city. So were reliable friends, good food, shelter. But she got by, and usually kept to herself so as not to find herself in trouble. The scent of meat caught her nose, and she sat, looking up hopefully at one of the humans leaving a restaurant. It caught sight of her, considered, before tossing a piece of ham from his sandwich, which she gobbled up gratefully. But, as he walked away, Morgana was already wanting more. Nothing was ever enough for a dog living the city life.

Morgana pricked her ears, turning to see the owner of the new voice. He was brown and white, and looked like a pit bull, which from Morgana's experience were usually aggressive. She didn't want any trouble, so she answered "I'm Morgana, it's nice to meet you. I didn't mean to trespass, I was only looking for food. I'll leave if that's what you wish." If it kept her from getting into a fight, the gentle giant would gladly move along. The city was large, and who was she to take from an area that was claimed? Finding an area with few dogs meant the least trouble, but it was terribly lonely.. So long as situations don't escalate, I can handle being lonely. It wasn't that she didn't know how to fight, she just preferred not to. Morgana had seen first hand how arguments could go bad, how damaging a disagreement between two dogs could be..

Hades walked through an ally, picking up the sent of many other dogs. This must be a common spot for strays. He was from north of there,he just recently escaped a pound and was now hunting for food. He grew up on the streets but was more of a loner. He was in a pack once,he killed his leader,but left. Pack life was too easy.

Rosalie
Female | Two and a half | "Rose" "Rosie" | Previously a pet

The dappled female nodded at the other's words, a thoughtful look shadowing over her features. When she began to walk off, Rosalie stood there debating on whether or not she wanted to follow. "I'll be back later!" She called after the other dog, floppy ears drooping lower as the older female faded from her view. Head low, the english setter took in her surroundings and made sure she was familiar with the scents around her before she left the empty lot. Stomach growling hungrily as she sulked around, Rose stepped lightly down the alley. Her feathery tail swayed slowly behind her, and she briefly lifted her head as she saw a black and white dog get chased off by humans.

Deciding to stick to the alley, she turned to the left and trailed down the alley way. Cana's words rung clearly in her head. "Mind the borders of packs." She remembered the comment. Raising her nose to the air, she breathed in before turning back around and heading the opposite direction. Too many dogs in one place, that must have meant there was a pack down that way and she wanted to do her best to avoid interacting with anyone else she may have thought was a threat.

Apollo

Male | Four | No Nicknames | Born Stray

Apollo's long legs carried him forward, bringing the male out of the alley and onto the sidewalk. He had scarfed down whatever remaining food was in the bag and discarded it a while ago, the paper bag blowing off to the side. Nearly crashing into someone, the human stumbled back and began to shoo at him, waving their arms in the brute's direction trying to scare him off. Growling lowly, the mutt darted past the man and continued down the sidewalk. He avoided another collision, not really in the mood for any more encounters with humans. They irritated him and brought out his aggression.

Hades ruffled his black fur,he picked up the scent of fresh meat,there was a butcher shop near by. His lips quirked up in a doggy smirk and he found a way in through a open vent. He crawled inside, and followed the tunnel. He ended up in a room that was very cold. He shivered a bit,until he saw a large chunk of meat, he inched forward and wrapped his jaws around part of it. The butcher had turned around and was now yelling and swinging at him. Hades made his escape with the meat,but not without being kicked in the rib.

Sadria / 10 years / abandon

Hiding beneath on of the many cars, the chocolate Labrador watching the mixed breed mother defending her pup. Only to see her stop and speak with the other dogs. She remained hidden under the car as she had been for the past few days. This world was strange to her, nothing like the forests and lakes she was used to..all that was before her owner married and the woman kicked the dog out. Sadria was a good obedient dog, she didn't understand how her owner could just driver her into the city and push her out of his car. So here she lay, just watching the world go back. She rolled to her side with a yawn, pink tongue curling upwards before her mouth snapped shut. The dust puffed up around her face making her sneeze, but still she remained where she was. Hiding always hiding...

Hades got into a corner, and slid beneath a really old broken down car. He began eating the large bit of meat and he scented the smell of a puppy and a female dog near by. He ate his meat a bit quicker now,not knowing if it was a pack dog or not.