Posts by Axolotluna

Haha, thank you <3 I wanted them to make a bit of sense as well as variety. I take pride in making at least slightly unique back stories to my characters. I'll put them into the roleplay in a bit. I'm hungry and want food, especially since I finally fought off this headache.

All my characters are open to plots and things <3 I need a little time to decide their personalities, though I do have a general idea of how I want them to act.

//Ah, track! I hope you don't mind everyone, but could everyone give me a short little recap of where their dogs are? I want to jump in with my four, but I want to be interacting with others, so it'll help to know where everyone is~

//Alright, thank you!

Clover watched Homer carefully as he dipped a paw into the water below them. The young pup let out a small shiver. "Do we really have to fish? The water is cold!" "You'll have to learn how to fish if you're going to survive on your own. I won't always be here." Homer let out a small whimper and gave a nod. Clover constantly told her only living puppy this, and both knew this was true, even though they never spoke about it directly. The two turned back to the water, in which a flash could be seen in the murky water every now and then. "Pay attention." Instructed Clover, who proceeded to position herself so her shadow couldn't be seen over the water. After a few moments of waiting, the ginger and white dog dove, jumping between boats and staying under for only a few moments before her haed broke the surface again, a glimmering, shining fish hanging limp from her jaw.

The mother dog climbed out of the water carefully, pulling her now water-slick body from the gentle current. The limp body of the fish hung from her jaw as she shook out her coat. The Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever might have been bred to catch ducks, but fish were an option as well as Clover just demonstrated. Setting the sleek-bodied fish in front of her son, Clover sat back and allowed him to eat, her eyes turning back to the water. The peace didn't last long, however, as Clover soon heard a human shout from nearby. Whipping her head towards the sound, she could see the look of a terrified younger girl pointing towards Homer in particular, who looked up with fish-blood around his mouth and the half-eaten fish under him. The bigger human, who she assumed was the mother, stood from where she was and started yelling at the dogs, which drew the attention of others around the humans.

The yelling and screaming from the two drew the attention of one human in particular. A male human came out of the house behind them, the one Clover assumed to be the father of the younger one. She could see the female human say something to him before he suddenly started running towards the dogs, yelling something at them while waving a fist in the air. "Time to go." Muttered Clover. Snatching up Homer's scruff in her jaw, the mother dog broke into a sprint, her pup swinging from her jaws. Homer started to whimper as he swung but soon fell silence, hushed by the growl of his mother.

Clover's eyes scanned the environment in front of her. Ahead she could see the rest of the dock blocked of by a group of people doing who-knows-what, however there was also a bridge to Clover's right, leaving the mother only one option. Her wet paws skidding across the ground, Clover made a sharp turn towards the bridge with a small rise. Taking a few leaping strides, Clover ran up the bridge, but instead of running down the other side, the retriever turned and took a flying leap off the bridge, causing Homer to let out a few protesting squeaks as they fell towards the water. Keeping her head tilted back so her puppy wouldn't go under, Clover let out a huff as her body hit the water, submerging everything but her tail and head.

Clover could hear the man shouting from the bridge behind her as she started to swim gradually towards the dock that was opposite to the one she started on, however she also aimed to swim far from where she began, wanting to get as far away from that man as she could. Clover was panting into Homer's scruff, obviously tired, however she had no intention on letting go of her puppy, who she knew was too shaken up to swim. Nearby, she could see the normal amount of boats lining the edge of the docks, one in particular holding a man and a Black Labrador ( mikaela . ).

//I'll add in Basil and Espresso into my next post. This one is long enough. If anyone wants to add them into a situation to get them started, however, I wouldn't be opposed.

( mikaela . ) Clover's ears flicked up as she heard another dog's voice directed towards her. Blinking some of the water from her eyes, Clover looked up to see the Black Labrador looking off the boat at the swimming mother, her only pup hanging from her jaws.

Clover now had a choice. She could either ignore the dog and swim to the dock, where she might run into issues with the humans on it, or she could risk it and swim to the male dog, hoping he might be able to help her. To her, the choice was pretty obvious. Using her tail to steer her through the water, Clover turned herself so she could swim towards the dog on the boat, looking forward to finally getting a break.

Approaching the boat, she noted how much bigger it looked up close than it did when she was farther down the canal. She knew she would have to rely on the slightly bigger dog to help get both herself as, more importantly, Homer onto the boat. Her puppy tucked close to her chest, Clover clumsily reached up with a paw to 'grab' one of the ropes hanging of the side. Tucking her paw onto the rope, Clover did her best to pull herself up at least somewhat up the side of the boat, barely noticing as it tilted when she pulled herself up. Propping her other paw up on one of the ropes beside the one her paw was already on, she stretched her neck up, Homer still swinging from it. A pleading look was put into Clover's eyes as she held her puppy up towards the black dog, hoping he understood that he wanted her to take him so she could at least try and get up on her own without the extra weight.

Basil was settled in an alleyway overlooking the boat-lined water of Venice, his eyes looking a little scared as he watched some of the people walk by. The accidental runaway water dog still was scared of the idea that he was completely on his own, and it showed in his appearance. His coat was slightly matted and his frame was thin, showing he was living off the scraps of food he found around trash bins and that were given to him by some of the kinder humans around him. However, the curly-furred dog was hungry again and. not used to being hungry for so long, felt the need to go and find food. Standing up on still legs, the Portuguese Water Dog padded out of the alleyway and started carefully walking down the streets, his nose in the air as he searched for some food, hopefully without too much of a hassle.

Espresso had a smile on her face as he sprinted away from the angry chef that was waving their fist angrily after her. An expertly cooked, half-eaten steak hung from her jaw. The Chesapeake Bay Retriever, like her normal cocky self, had ran right into the restaurant and stolen the meat right off one of the plates. Even though the chef had stopped chasing her, Essi kept up her speed, dashing through people's legs and dodging around them. Only when she reached a less-populated area did she turn into an alley to lay down and dig into her stolen meal, her tail wagging happily behind her.

"Audrey, get up. It's time to go do that volunteer work you insisted that we both signed up for." Sighed Victoria, picking up the keys to the building that they were living in for at least the time being. The two had moved into one of the housing units the organization provided the day prior as suggested by Vicki. The older sister had already gotten changed, showered and eaten, getting ready to go and meet their fellow volunteers and the dogs they were tasked with taking care of. After a few moments, Vicki could hear shuffling from another room, the slamming of drawers and then the opening of the door. Out came Audrey, wearing one of her normal scrubs with a solid long-sleeve shirt underneath. This one was a lavender colors, just barely going with Audrey's reddish and dark-brown hair, which was put up messily into a bun.

"I don't understand why we have to get up so early. Do you know if anyone else is even there?" "Does it matter? You might as well get into the habit of waking up early anyway. Do you really think I'm going to let you sleep in?" Audrey simply sighed, shoving her phone into her pocket. "Well, at least you can wear what you want." Audrey was the kind of person to insist that she wore a scrub to even just do her Vet Tech volunteer work. It just felt right. Plus, she kept them separate to all of her other shirts, and world much prefer to get a little blood on them then one of her t-shirts. Vicki simply rolled her eyes and sighed. "Come on. Let's get moving." Audrey nodded and followed her sister out of the house, locking the door behind her. The two had decided to walk to the building instead of taking Vicki's car, Their unit wasn't too far from the main building and it would also be nice to see the area as well possibly encounter some of the other people that were volunteering.

Gypsi looked up and out of her kennel as some of the humans walked by. The Saluki had woken up early like always, liking to watch as the taller creatures walked by, silently hoping one would let her walk around. She could hear some of the other dogs in the play pen nearby. Unlike many of them, Gypsi did not get along well with other dogs--at least not energetic ones. Being a quieter one herself, she preferred to either be alone or in the company of a single human, most of which that handled her were quieter and gentle towards the quiet dog. This was one of the reasons Gypsi wasn't adopted quickly. While she was easily trained and very loyal towards the humans she likes, she didn't express the energy in most dogs that the humans seemed to like and her presence could be overbearing for most. However, Gypsi didn't understand that, and simply wagged her tail as they walked by, not even letting out a bark as some of the caretakers glanced her way.

Ursa was yet another dog that wasn't always allowed to play with many dogs. Ursa, despite not minding the presence of many dogs, had a personality that made her rough with humans and dogs alike, meaning that, despite her good intentions, she tended to hurt the smaller dogs in the kennels unintentionally. This is why Ursa was still in her kennel, her fluffy flanks rising and falling as she slept in the back of her kennel. The tip of her tongue was sticking out of the front of her mouth as she slept, making her look a little funny as she slept.

//Track with my cats, Leafwhisker, Birdfall, Owlfern and Furzepaw. I'm too tired to make them individual introductions, so if anyone wants to interact with them, go ahead, but tag me.

I hope these two are okay. I made two males because the thread had two less females than males. Let me know if I need to change anything.

I'm cool with that xD I'm open to relationships with both of them.

A few minutes later, both Vicki and Audrey walked into the doors of the main building, where it appeared a few of the other volunteers had arrived. While Vicki made the quick decision to stay and introduce herself, Audrey headed straight for the kennels, wanting to look for the four dogs that had been split between her and her sister. Those does were Billie, a Chinook, Annie, a Great Dane, Copper, a Great Pyrenees, and Volk, a Czechoslovakian Wolfhound. The first place Audrey headed was the play pen, hoping that at least one of the dogs would be there. As she approached the small group of dogs in the area, she sat down in the middest of them, looking for the breeds she read off in her mind. She spotted a Chinook in the middle of the group, however she couldn't tell if it was Billie or not. Only one way to find out. "Billie!" ( bees?! )Called out Audrey softly, hoping that, if it was BIllie, that he would come to her.

Vicki barely glanced her sister's direction as she walked off, knowing exactly where she was going. Despite being social, Audrey always seemed to be more into spending time with the animals compared to other humans. Instead of following Audrey, Vicki stayed with the small gathering in the room, sitting down in a chair of her own and waited to be addressed.

Audrey barely had time to react as she felt a wet tongue run across her face. She couldn't help but laugh as she felt huge paws rest on her shoulders and then a tongue run across her face. Copper, possibly? Audrey thought to herself, remembering that the dog was a Great Pyrenees and that he tended to be over friendly, as it stated in his description. Not knowing what else to do, Audrey simply started to rub the dog's furry sides, letting him lick at her face. It wasn't like she minded--it was a normal thing considering the dogs she and Vicki grew up around.

One quick question Shinxsong , how old are the puppies? I'd like to know so I can make sure my form for him is accurate.