Posts by Arkota

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS]Kneading the pavement as if it would ready him up, he turned to face the entrance of the alleyway to the Biter, who was still eating. Though Lorden could tell the cannibal was slowly loosing interest, for it was now picking about the carcass. It wouldn't be long till it would notice that it had company. Walking lightly, the male flicked his eyes once more at Pip, then shifted the amber optics and locked his gaze on the route ahead of him.
Though he didn't realize it, he was holding in his breath, not wanting to make the slightest noise as the brute inched closer to the entrance of the alley. And like all good horror climaxes, the Biter just had to raise its bloodied muzzle to the air the moment Lorden had reached the entrance. Stopping, paw in mid-air, the male halted to see if the cannibal would notice him. And Pip. He seemed to remind himself, yet urged against part of him not to look back. Albeit the urge crumbled as the Biter slowly turned its head around, letting the dogs able to see its distorted facial features. The blood that was dripping off his muzzle seemed to emphasize the horror movie setting that Lorden was now thinking of. Flashbacks of being with his late master and his sister, watching with curiosity as the movie played infront of them, the scenes they witnessed uncomprehendable, but somehow relatable now in the circumstance Lorden was in now.
And then he was running. Streaking away from the Biter that seemed to take a turn for the worst when it finally figured out that two living dogs were in its presence. But the urge that had formed and crumbled were no longer there, neither in pieces nor a wall. It had been replaced with the instinctive nature to run and not look back.
And that was exactly what he was doing, the breath that he was holding bursting in and out, chest working as he propelled forward, back to the familiar street he wished he never left.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS]The male skidded slightly as he turned the corner, and was filled with relief when he saw Dakota. Wait, shouldn't she be in the safehouse? His face grew to one of confusion, trying to slow his running but ended up tripping and tumbling head over paws, but easily regained his posture and began to run once more, now to the fae. "You think you can help me fight this d*mn thing?" He yelled at her breathlessly, being able to skid to a stop partly beside her, his tongue lollling out furiously as his sides heaved from the exertion. Though is head faced the corner, waiting for the Biter to poke its head around the building. Then his forgetful mind remembered once more that he wasn't alone. "Where is Pip?" He whispered under his breath, accidently speaking his questioning thought. If the Biter had caught her... [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS]A small sigh of relief escaped his ajar mouth when he saw the black dog round the corner, though his eyes trailed to the Biter that followed. A shiver slinked down his spine as he took a breath, then looked seriously at Pip. "There's nothing to be sorry about. Do you see that building there," He asked, turning his head and pointing to the apartment building where he first spotted Bellamy, "Go inside and hide. You need to rest and your injured. If you wanna help us fight, do it at your own risk. I can't decide what you can and can't do." The last few lines were said a little more darkly than he intended, but shook it off immediately and turned his gaze to Dakota. "Do you have a plan? Cause at the moment the only thing I can think of is a nice piece of meat with my name on it." He chuckled, smirking as he stared down the approaching Biter, who was now stalking towards them. The mix had caught his breath, though his energy had not fully returned, he figured he could put a good mark in the beast, eyes glimmering fiercely with his signature sardonic look. He was ready to fight. The Biter's lengthy body slowly made its way closer, Lorden tried to recognize any features or characteristics that might set it apart from other Biters, though sadly through all the mottled fur and disfigured face, he was unable to identify the breed of it. Not that it mattered much anyways, since it would soon be lying dead on the ground to be eaten by some other desperate cannibal. Lorden thought, his own smile pulling at his lips.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS]As the Biter charged, Lorden also jumped out of the way, his head low and now growling. When Dakota snapped at the Biter's foreleg Lorden rushed in and snapped at its hind legs, getting ahold of one the his death trap of a mouth and forcing down on the leg, causing the Biter to turn its head with its mouth wide open as it lunged for Lorden. The mix, on the other hand, didn't plan to get bit so easily, so as the cannibal lunged Lorden shrunk and pushed off, rolling away from the sickening beast, springing to his paws in a matter of seconds as he looked for Dakota. His eyes landing on the female, he gave a smile. "I figured out a plan. We both circle the thing in different directions and when it goes for one of us the other bites at it. When it turns to bite at you or me, the other dog it was lunging at bites at him. You get it? It's a continuous process but a good one. " He said hastily, watching as the Biter turned back to Dakota. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS]Seeing the Biter whip out at Dakota, Lorden streaked in, covering what distance there was between him and the Biter in a matter of a few seconds, taking no time to think as he bit down on its Hock, grinding it between his jaws and letting his molars dive down into the leg. The Biter growled, but ceased to give out a yelp as it turned to to reciprocate. He immediately rolled away, the Biter turning to face the mutt. Just for the sake of making it madder, even though it was already turned to face him, Lorden crinkled his muzzle into a snarl and stuck his tongue out, letting it hang on his nose mockingly. "Idiot." He remarked at the Biter. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS]The male ducked when the Biter had lunged for his head, again rolling away on instinct. He was crouching down when Dakota detached from the Biter's back, and as it turned to snap at the lass, Lorden crept in again, aiming for the back leg he had previously gnawed on. Going for the spot, he let molars once more grate the leg, this time though biting down as hard as he could while he did so, and was met the cracking of a bone. He had been able to grind down to the bone and fracture it (comminuted fracture). The Biter did not though let Lorden get off without a scrape. Turning with flexibility that Lorden had not thought the massive creature could do, it turned, ripping the dangling leg from Lorden's mouth and crashing into Lord, sending the dog skidding away with the breath knocked clear out of him. Contrary the Biter was standing, now limping towards Dakota. Lorden watched from his shrunk position as he tried to suck in air, one thought racing through his cluttered mind. This Biter had some intelligence.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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[size=9pt]NAME »[/size]
"Why do you want to know?" Ferah

[size=9pt]NICKNAME(S) »[/size]
"I refuse to answer." None

[size=9pt]GENDER »[/size]
"I'm a male and you're simple." Female

[size=9pt]AGE »[/size]
"How old do I seem?" 3 years old

[size=9pt]DATE OF BIRTH »[/size]
"I refuse to answer." July 18th

[size=9pt]RANK »[/size]
"Female."

[size=9pt]WANTED RANK »[/size]
"Being a lone dog."

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[size=9pt]WRITTEN DESCRIPTION »[/size]
Ferah is composed of a nimble frame, with a narrow chest and east-west paws. With her quite lithe structure she is able to have the abilities of speed and quick movements in her compact body. Yet her elegant demeanor is discordant with her cold personality she acquired, her once happy smile and laugh now faded.

[size=9pt]HEIGHT »[/size]
21 inches to shoulder

[size=9pt]WEIGHT »[/size]
45 lbs

[size=9pt]PELT COLOR »[/size]
Tan, white

[size=9pt]EYE COLOR »[/size]
Light brown

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[size=9pt]PERSONALITY »[/size]
When she was a pup and into her early years, she was quite joyful and happy, but once she understood how little freedom females had, she could no longer find the happiness in things she had before. Her personality dulled and she became quite snarky and callous, a trait she has just for the males. She is usually quiet, but can easily speak up and voice her thoughts, but retains the acumen to know when to keep her mouth shut and her ears listening.

[size=9pt]LIKES »[/size]
-Cold temperatures - Being alone - High grounds

[size=9pt]DISLIKES »[/size]
-Males - Heat - Large crowds

[size=9pt]STRENGTHS »[/size]
-She is extremely agile -

[size=9pt]WEAKNESSES »[/size]
-Her small body -

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[size=9pt]HISTORY »[/size]
Was raised into the pack, and was quite the happy dog when she was little. As she grew she became quite callouse to the wrold around her.

[size=9pt]FROM »[/size]
Raised into the pack

[size=9pt]KIN »[/size]
None

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[size=9pt]RELATIONSHIP STATUS »[/size]
"Single."

[size=9pt]CRUSH »[/size]
"None..."

[size=9pt]MATE »[/size]
"I have made myself so unappealing that no male has become interested. Muaha"

[size=9pt]PUPS »[/size]
"None, and I don't plan on any soon."

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[size=9pt]FEARS »[/size]
"Hah! None." Being tortured to death and having to kill her own pups if it comes to it.

[size=9pt]DREAMS »[/size]
"I dream of sitting atop of a hill, looking at the world around me without worrying of a male trying to sneak up on me."

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[size=9pt]THEME SONG »[/size]
Through the Eyes of a Child - Aurora

[size=9pt]PLOT IDEAS »[/size]
Optional

[size=9pt]OTHER »[/size]
Stands with the thought of female rights

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ferah's gradual awakening from her usual unvarying dreams was done in silence, the only thing moving was her brown eyes when she looked around her, before once again closing them, finding nothing that seemed to need her attention. She very much disliked sleeping, for her dreams were either boring or wishful, and neither one of those traits did she fancy. Once again opening her eyes, she spotted two dogs talking about something at the entrance of the Female's den. The female wasn't really interested in the conversation, but could briefly hear one of the dogs call the General a name that fit him quite well, and let out a chuff of agreement, before finally moving her body, standing and stretching her stiff limbs. Once she felt satisfied from the movement, she ambled her way to the surface and to the two dogs, sitting next to them and surveying the awakening camp. "Hello, Sabrina, Ginger. I would say Good morning but I'm not sure it is yet."[/fancypost]

Track!

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ferah was still sitting at the entrance to the Female's den, watching the sight unravel. She was not sure if she should also jump in and help, even though she knew it would be a futile arguement, only suceeding in lengthening the list of dogs to be tortured. Before she could go more in depth with the conflict in herself, the fight ended abruptly, with Sabrina entering the Torturer's den. The female's eyes lingered on the den for a few fleeting seconds, fear and solicitude glazing over her eyes, then drifting away and stopping on the curled Ginger.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]"Males are strange." The female commented, voicing her thoughts aloud, eyes trained on the den entrance where Jett had led Ginger. Her eyes briefly flicked over to Jax, not very comfortable with his proximity, but she did not move from her position. "Espiecially you, always defying the General. As much as I love to see him get angry, I must warn you that you're playing a dangerous game with him."
The female was not trying to boss the dog around, but merely announce her opinion on the matter, her voice cold and frigid, as it usually was when speaking to the opposite gender. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]OOC: Sorry for the lateness of this post! I usually sleep till 1 and it's a habit I still can't break ^^"

Ferah's brown eyes were glinting with curiosity as he spoke, ones that morphed into true shock when told that he had once beat the General. She shouldn't have been so surprised; she had already conceded beforehand that Jax was strong, because someone who would defy the General and get away with it was either an idiot, or just as powerful. She had went with the latter, but just hearing those words that made her thesis true, just shocked her.
She couldn't help the small smile that crept on her face, too shocked and somewhat happy to whipe it off at the moment. Yet it did disappear as her head turned away from Jax and to the Duchess, dragging Jett around. It then turned into a frown when Jax went in to break up the commotion, only to be attacked by the Duchess. Ferah had no idea that the female dog could do this type of damage, as she was used to the dog having a content look on her face when she was with her mate, never taking the time to see if it was all a masquerade to please the dogs around her. Seeing the dog attacking the males seemed to strike a cord within her, and she then decided that she would watch the female more closely to see if her personality did switch.
As the fight broke up, her eyes brefily lingered on the Duchess before watching Jax as he strode to the Warrior's den, unsure if she should check if he is alright, even though she did see that he hardly got a scratch from the tussel. She decided against it, internally fighting with herself to stay put and not go over there and start talking to him. Breathing out through her nose, her mind turned to Sabrina and she turned into the Female's den to see her. "Hey, I see you're still alive. I hope he didn't do that much." She said, trying to put as much solace in her voice that she could, hoping she did not seem too rude.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Swiveling back to the front of the den, she looked at Ginger. "Hey, Ginger, what did Jett do to you? I hope nothing." She asked, her voice getting a bit edgy by just saying his name. Laying down near Sabrina, she waited patiently for her reply back to her, one ear flicked back toward her while her head was turned to the end of the Female's den, brefily wondering about something.[/fancypost]

Hey !

I just got an idea!

So yesterday I had watched Shawshank Redemption(you need to see it. It's amazin!!) and I got this idea. If the ground is soft enough, what if the Females could dig a tunnel at the back of their den, so if they decide to escape, instead of walking right out of the camp, they go into the female's den and go through the tunnel. It will also throw the males off by not having a scent leading out of the camp, giving the Females time to put distance between them.
But like I said, the ground needs to be soft and there is the chance of it collapsing if it's too soft, but if the dogs digged it close enough to the surface I think it wouldn't be life threatening

Okay. C:

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]OOC: Using phone so excuse the shortness and spelling.

Feral let out a hum of acknowledgement at Ginger's words, figuring that the female was the male's favorite, henceforth why he gave the food. Speaking of food, Ferah realized that she had not eaten all day. Well, the dog didn't eat much anyways; with her small body and being cooped up in camp all day, she didn't use much energy. Wondering briefly if thr General had eaten yet. "I'm pretty sure the General has eaten." She muttered, before stalking out of the den and to the prey cave, only to get half way in before jumping back immediately when her eyes made out the backside of the General. The hairs abruptly rising on her back, she swiftly turned around and went back to the Female's den, sitting a few lengths away from the opening-which she saw was strangely occupied by the Duchess- and waited silently for the male to leave the area, eyes small and crude as she glared daggers into the cave.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ferah watched Jax as he came into camp and went into the Prey cave, slightly envying the male's ability to be in such close proximity of another male and not get even a bit apprehensive. The envy quickly turned into a mix of startled and confused emotions as he came over to her and dropped a delicious looking Fossa at her paws. Her first thought was that he might have poisened it, but the sheer happiness that was in his eyes betrayed the horrendous thought. "Thank you, Jax," she said, trying to ease out of the cold voice she was used to using, "I appreciate you looking after me." Giving the male a fond look, she began to eat the Fossa.
Ferah was not a dog to blush or stutter out words, as others might when in the presence of someone they like, so the only way she can show affection is through happy and warm looks and a smile. Though she was pretty sure that if she was a dog that got easily embarrassed and blushed easily, she'd be a stuttering tomato.
Finishing the Fossa with a quiet and final gulp, the female looked back up to gaze at the male, a quizzical look on her delicate face. "If you are strong-which I know you are-, why don't you challenge Diablo for General?"[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Ferah listened to the dog intently, sadness present in her eyes, along with threads of and unidentified emotion. She wasn't sure what to say back, for she was at a loss of words. Watching him lay down with a tired expression etched into his features, she got up and followed him, lying down on the earth near him. Not close enough to where she was pressed against him, but close enough that her fur lightly grazed his.
"Thank you," Was all she could whisper out, her eyes drawn to the sky ahead of her, looking above the Baobab trees, "for right now I do feel free." With a small smile on her face, she again stared briefly at the male, and then again to the tree tops, breathing in deeply.
The female did sweep over the group of females at the Den entrance, but didn't think anything of it and didn't want to ruin this feeling of euphoria by trying to listen in.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]When no other sounds came from Jax, she looked over to find him sleeping. The female herself was not tired at all; as she was predominantly a night owl. So looking around camp, she wondered if she should go talk to someone, but the dogs that she saw walking around were those that she didn't know very well. The only dogs that she actually knew the names of (excluding Jax)were the ones she had met previously, Sabrina and Ginger, along with the Duchess. Seeing Sabrina walking along with Vulkus, The Duchess eating and Ginger no where to be seen, Ferah was reluctant to leave her spot. Besides, the influx of dogs and discussions in the camp had kind of irked her. So with that in mind, Ferah shifted slightly and raised to a sitting position, her eyes surveying the camp. [/fancypost]