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

Roman stood patiently, his amber eyes trained ahead on her as she spoke. It was clear to her that while the tamaskan dog was engaged in the conversation with her, doubt and uncertainty lingered. He didn't know why she dreamed, and he didn't know why he did not. His first response was to laugh in her face and tell her it was nothing more than the effects of the radiation. He knew better- he wasn't keen to provoke her and infuriate her. It was clear she was very serious about what she spoke of. Then came the mentioning of the "blind one"- he pricked his ears forward sharply and cocked his head, his non existent eyebrow raising and his eye beneath it narrowing. It was an almost attractive gesture, despite it only display just how confused he really was. He figured she was speaking of a fellow dog, and hoped it wasn't the only blind one he knew about. A lanky, thin white hound with legs as long as buildings and eyes as murky as mud puddles. He shivered at the thought, but did not object to going with her. He nodded and followed after her as they went to exit the warehouse, effortlessly catching up and walking at her side step for step. Silence engulfed them for several moments, betraying the ominous silence the land held. He broke it quickly, "You know, just because I didn't attack you when we first encountered one another, doesn't mean I won't do it eventually," Roman increased the speed of his gait, his eyes piercing into hers with the intensity of his words. It was difficult to tell if his tone contained honesty or nothing more than dark humour. He eventually looked away and silence fell upon them once more, leaving Kade to wonder.



(just gonna wait and give Seirsha a chance to respond before I continue with Skins)

Tyrael||Male||4||NAID

He snapped his ears up at even the mere thought of a spar, his long tail swinging with a strange gleam in his eyes, "Tyrael, Its some kind of justice thing...." His eyes rolled, "Never suited a fighter like me, I never brought Justice to anyone." He said with another eye roll. "Well, Sierra how does a little... Fight.. sound?" He smirked, watching for her reaction, without even waiting for a reply he mock lunged at her right before charging at her left. His teeth grazed her shoulder before he slid underneath her and crouched down into a hunter-like stance.

Tyrael||Male||4||NAID

He let out a strange laugh as she spun as he had stopped, her sudden movement causing him to leap to the side but the middle of her head caught his left leg before he could move it. The large male stumbled to the ground slightly and snapped his teeth at her, hoping to catch part of her skin and attempting to move away in a spin to slam his broad tail across her chest or whichever bodypart he managed to hit.
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ROMAN | MALE | 4 YEARS | TAMASKAN DOG
Location: Chernobyl Headquarters
Mentions: Kade, Prokopenko

The wolfish canine's response was a mere grin. He was in impressive physical shape, but his sizeable structure would surely slow himself down if he were to aggressively pursue the more slender doberman. "I can't argue with you there," He agreed. Roman strode briskly at her side, alert for signs of the rest of the tainted dogs who roamed this land. It had grown frigid out, but his thick coat did a good job of protecting him from the cold. He slowed as a figure revealed itself from the swirls of fog on the road up ahead, a large dog walking with its back turned to them. His movements were slow and cautious, typical of a visionally impaired canine, and the fog danced around him like a lively mist. Roman watched him, entranced. "Interesting indeed. Have you ever spoken to him before- or at least attempted to?" He inquired quietly, "He certainly couldn't have been born blind. Normally dogs who were born with the burden have to remain at someones side for the majority of their lives in order to survive. From the looks of things, this one remains solitary." He turned to look at her, becoming a bit flustered when he unintentionally set his eyes on hers. It wasn't dramatic, but he could already tell Kade's scent was slightly changing. It was a scent that sent pins and needles through him, an almost enjoyable sensation, but he couldn't quite determine just what it was. Giving his head a shake, he scoffed and lowered his head down to scent the ground. Tiny splatters of blood stained the asphalt, giving away the blind one's minor pawpad injury, "Well, are we going to pursue this mutt and then grab some grub, or did you drag me here for nothing?" He growled at her sharply. He was eager to break the sense of awkward that he suddenly felt between them.

SKINS | FEMALE | 5 YEARS | IBIZAN HOUND
Location: The Streets
Mentions: Hades, Butcher, Seirsha

Adrenaline drove the albino onward, her claws scraping against the stone uncomfortably as she pumped her legs as quickly as she could. She was running entirely blindly now, a guide absent from her side. She'd have to rely on her sense of scent and touch to get her out of this predicament alive. She had no idea where Seirsha was, but from the sound of paw steps pommeling against the road she assumed the ginger female was close behind. When she had initially taken off, she had sensed hesitation and shock from the massive dog she had scored her claws across. The surprise that Skins felt radiating off him almost made her regret her actions, until he let out a threatening howl after them and was soon in hot pursuit of them. The white hound creased her brow, frustration and panic setting in when the road beneath her feet grew much more uneven and unpredictable. She couldn't afford to lose her footing and trip, not now. As though her thoughts were heard, Skins was blessed with the relief of smooth pavement and a familiar scent. A comforting smell was coming up ahead, and through her ruined vision she recognized the distorted, faint image of Butcher standing in the midst of the road up ahead. Sleek and limber, Skins could shoot off like a bullet when she wanted to, and without any more hesitation she stretched her limbs as far as they could go so she could more briskly reach her companion. She skidded to a very ungraceful halt before the huge great dane hybrid, nearly tripping over her own paws as she avoided a collision with him. "Butch," She said, her voice barely audible as she made sure to remind him that she knew him and she was a friend, just in case he forgot. She whipped around and attached herself to his left shoulder, the same fore arm the female hound always leaned against, and faced the direction she had just come from. Seirsha and Hades were approaching, but it was clear from her intent stare towards the approaching massive dog that only he, the one blundering male that was heading towards them, was a threat. Seirsha was not. "Blood. He's out for blood," She whispered, her flimsy ears flicking down against her skull.