ROMAN | MALE | 4 YEARS | TAMASKAN DOG
Location: Chernobyl Headquarters
Mentions: None , Open for Interaction

Seldom did the soft fog and eerie silence this time of the morning brought fail to bring him tranquility. These empty lands held an ominous feel to them, like there was always a possibility of some excitement popping up but rarely did they occur. It was unfortunate really, he was hungry for some chaos in his life. Uncurling himself from his position on the cold cement floor, he stifled a yawn and ran his tongue over his abnormally long fangs. His forever tainted mindset and elongated teeth would serve as a constant reminder of just how sick and altering these lands were, though the male dog would never truly be aware of just how different he was from ordinary canines. He embraced a few more moments of relaxation before he set off through the west wing, his nails clicking on the hard floor, careful to dodge shards of glass and scientific equipment that had crumbled and fallen, blocking his path in some instances. The lingering scent of death and dirty debris had a tendency of ruining his sense of smell, but ahead he could faintly detect something he hadn't come across in this wing in several days. Another dog, and they were close.

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SKINS | FEMALE | 5 YEARS | IBIZAN HOUND
Location: Chernobyl Headquarters
Mentions: None, Open for Interaction

Ahead of her stood a giant generator, it had somehow failed to collapse after years of standing there unused and unattended to. The edges of her vision were blurred and faint as she stared at it desperately, trying to figure out just what this strange object was and why it appeared to be taunting her. Saliva flung from her maw as she lunged forward and barked at it, the old and torn "jacket" of animal skins she had across her back barely moving from her form. It was a strange ornament for any creature to carry on them, and it had been on her for so long it was practically a second pelt. "You nasty bastard," Her rugged voice snarled towards the unmoving generator, her pinkish nose trembling with anger. If anyone in their right mind saw her strange display of aggression towards the object they'd surely label her as crazy, "Quit standing there and fight me!" Skins was sick of everyone in this forsaken town taunting her. It was time she'd teach them a lesson.

ROMAN | MALE | 4 YEARS | TAMASKAN DOG
Location: Chernobyl Headquarters
Mentions: Kade

A stab of pain struck through his forepaw and he drew it back quickly, growling as he inspected it with a narrowed eye. Glass stuck awkwardly out from his paw pad, a tiny bead of blood dripping down from the source and staining his fur. How annoying. Angling his head, he drew his lips back and fastened his saber-like fangs around the edge of the glass, pulling it out and spitting it on the ground. It was inevitable that a dog would gain some sort of injury walking through this place. His rather insignificant injury was still enough to draw his attention away from his surroundings, however, since he failed to notice a female dog's scent growing stronger. He was even deaf to her approaching pawsteps, but his head snapped up like a whip when a voice spoke to him. Not too far away stood a tall doberman, watching him from a distance. Her voice boomed off the walls, harsh to his sensitive ears. Naturally, the large wolfish dog raised his hackles and snarled in response. The majority of canines he had encountered with were looking for a fight- and he wasn't particularly opposed to one. This one didn't seem very interested in a spar, however, she even appeared potentially friendly. How peculiar. Straightening himself up and drawing back his fangs, he huffed at her. "How daring of you, giving your name away to a stranger. It's almost admirable," Or stupid. But he wasn't about to throw insults at someone he knew nothing about, especially a female. "I've never seen you around before. Usually every dog I come across I've seen at least once," He tilted his head curiously, narrowing his amber eyes in thought, "You've never been to the warehouse, have you?" So you have no idea what lurks deeper within these walls, He thought grimly to himself. Since this Kade was friendly enough to offer him her name, he figured he might as well return the favour. "My, my. Where have my manners ran off to? I'm usually not so impolite, I assure you," He flashed her a rather charming, or suspicious, crooked grin, "My name is Roman."

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SKINS | FEMALE | 5 YEARS | IBIZAN HOUND
Location: Chernobyl Headquarters
Mentions: Seirsha, Hades

Frustration flooded through her system as the object in front of her remained still. How cowardly. Satisfied with her apparent display of terrifying aggression, the white hound threw her head back and marched away from the generator, her tail high and swinging behind her. She'd scared that menace into utter silence- she'd do the same to her future enemies. Her confidence was quickly disintegrating, however, as the stench of canine greeted her senses and she was quick to come across a ginger and white female, one leg absent from her body. Distinctive features were lost to Skins and her blind eyes, all she was able to make out was the dog digging rapidly into a carcass. For all she knew, this strange dog had slaughtered and was now ingesting a fellow dog. Fear gripped her and she tucked her tail between her legs, whipping around and running in the opposite direction. She relied heavily on her sense of smell and touch to navigate her, but it wasn't long before another dog interrupted her path. Towering over her now stood a gigantic creature, a massive-muscled male. Saliva dripped from it's jowls and hit the cement, the sound of the small drips intensified by the echoes of the barren building. She backed up, her white coat bristling beneath her animal skins wildly. She hadn't encountered this many other dogs in quite some time.

Tyrael||Male||4||NAID
Open for Interaction

A rather large, wolfish looking, canine moved through the shadows with a loud booming snort, his icy eyes burning into those daring to approach. His black/white pelt blended in well with the alley, though his eyes glowed in the darkness. Large, overgrown, fangs hung from his upper lip, reaching just past his chin while he moved silently. His ribs unseen through his thick and fluffy pelt, if it weren't for the scars littering his course pelt, he'd seem almost.. Welcoming.. In a strange and eerie way. His thick black collar still hanging onto his neck with a bit of red wire swinging off it, where he'd bit it off in his escape of the wretched dog ring. I'll kill them all. He snarled to himself silently, his aggression issues not helping his case at all.

Tyrael||Male||4||NAID
Mentions: Roawna

The wind brushing across his snout brought a heavy scent of a female, he sniffed again with a growl. Yep, female, Shepherd of some kind, Weak. As she strolled towards him nonchalantly, a fierce growl exited his muzzle. Crouching low into a hunting-like position and letting another bone chilling growl. His ice blue eyes grazing over her pelt with a newfound blood lust, the need for a fight growing within him as he inched forwards, slowly.

Tyrael||Male||||4||NAID
Mentions: Roawna

Ty let out another inhumane snarl as she tried to get the snarl off his face, "You have 3 seconds before I tear that pretty little throat of yours out and leave you to bleed out and be vulture food." He snapped out harshly, coiling his muscles and bristling further as she tried to joke around, "Think this is a laughing matter?" He snapped out again, lunging at her suddenly, aiming to pin her down and hold a paw to her throat rather then tear skin right off. His lips curled back as he growled at her, spit rolling off his teeth and hanging dangerously close to her face.

ROMAN | MALE | 4 YEARS | TAMASKAN DOG
Location: Chernobyl Headquarters
Mentions: Kade

As the foreign canine continued to speak, Roman grew still, examining her and her words closely. When she was done, he tilted his head to the side, genuinely perplexed. What an odd female she was proving to be, but still so very intriguing to him. "Dreams aren't real," He eventually snapped at her, a display of scorn flashing in the depths of his golden gaze. "They also aren't important. The real world is, however- and therefore names are too. I advise you to beware who you're giving your information out to. You've stepped in quite a dangerous zone," The most perilous of Chernobyl, he thought grimly. Despite his snarky tone towards Kade, his eyes still ran over her with interest. There was something very unique about this bold doberman- the way she spoke, in particular. Distantly and thoughtfully, like there was more she had to tell but refused to give away. Stretching out his well-muscled forearms, he got to his feet and lifted his chin high towards her, a light wag of his tail paired with that same charming gleam to his eye he gave her before. Arrogance was one of Roman's most notorious traits- and it was rather noticeable in the company of a she-dog, "Hunt with you?" His tone was much more suave and playful in comparison to how serious it was before, "My dear, let me hunt for you first. Show you how it's done- and take you on a tour of this dark hellish place," She said she had only walked these halls in her nightmares, right? He figured he might as well show it to her in the flesh. "Then we can hunt side by side. What do you say, Kade?"


|Going to wait for Hades to get their response in before I continue with Skins|