ROMAN | MALE | 4 YEARS | TAMASKAN DOG
Location: Softcall Forest
Mentions: Kade

The contact catches him off guard and he's quick to flinch at the touch of her forepaw, but he does not move away. Instead, he stands eerily still, waiting for her to remove the speck of blood. His contact with other canines has been very minimal for a long time, aside from the occasional violent dispute he often found himself engaged in with other territorial males. Her touch on him is light and almost soothing, nothing sharp and offensive like he feels himself subconsciously bracing for. "Thank you?" He responds almost stupidly, sounding more like a question than a genuine reply. He doesn't really say thank you very often, either.

As she continues on, his amber-crimson eyes narrow with familiarity. He recalls some very malicious spars in his previous dreams, but as he meets her gaze one stands out in particular. A doberman with a slender form and dark eyes had engaged him once, causing him to react in a flurry of snarling fangs and sharp claws, eager to sink them into the flesh of his enemy. Surely he hadn't somehow dreamt of Kade at that moment? He had never been in her presence in the past. "I don't doubt it," He growls in his deep voice, "I've ended so many lives while I sleep I can't even begin to count them out. Not to mention.." He trails off, snapping his jaws shut. He shouldn't be so eager to admit his murderous habits, it might just rub the doberman the wrong way. "Have you ever killed someone?" He inquires slowly, looking her up and down. It wouldn't be an out of the ordinary thing for any dog around here, but he's always curious about the stories that surround the murders. What exactly drives a dog to ignore their morality and end a life?

SOBAKA | MALE | 2 YEARS | BORZOI | ALPHA'S SERVANT
Location: Amusement Park
Mentions: North - Open For Interaction

The cold that was beginning to bite into his skin made the young dog shiver, something that was barely noticeable to those who knew the Russian wolfhound. Sobaka was constantly trembling, having a lack of control over his nervous system which made him awkwardly step around on shaky, deer-like limbs. Though, realistically, he had another reason to be frightened; his outing to retrieve his foul-tempered alpha something to eat was proving to be unsuccessful. He'd already been wandering about for several hours, he predicted it wouldn't be long until someone was sent to fetch him. "Okay, okay. They'll be here. They're always here. What do you mean, they won't be here?" His thin muzzle snapped around in the empty air, speaking to no one in particular. He was being taunted again by the sneering whisperings of the snow-coloured dog with the jet black eyes. Why did that mongrel insist on living in his head, he'd never know. "Stop it," He snarled, picking up the pace as a scent came to his nose; pigeons. "I'm going to get them. Oh yes, come here. No, no. Don't fly. Please, I'll make sure it doesn't hurt.." Like a bullet, his lanky form shoots towards the group of grey birds, his tongue lolling out of his mouth wildly. He's barely even paying attention to where he's going.

NORTH | MALE | 4 YEARS | BEAUCERON | DARKBLOOD ALPHA
Location: Darkblood Camp (Abandoned Medical Clinic)
Mentions: General Packmembers, Sobaka

His servant's presence was growing increasingly scarce, which just made the massive black dog grin with satisfaction. Clearly his puny little omega was just busy fetching him a large, wholesome meal. He knew better than to bring him anything less. Yet, soon he began to attribute it to a lack of duty. This dog was proving to be incompetent, and was costing the Alpha his hunger. He'd be punished for making him wait- not to mention he'd be punished for returning with empty jaws. With a mighty snarl, he used a giant forepaw to swipe angrily at a thick femur bone he had been gnawing on, it's size large enough to leave it's origins to debate. "Where is that grimy little runt?" He snarled to the remainder of his pack who had remained at base with him. They all knew exactly who he was speaking of, "I will have his head on a stick when he returns- get up, you lot, and organize a hunting party. You've left me waiting far too long," His lips curled back as he ran his tongue slowly across his fangs. And where the hell is Checkers? He thought grimly to himself.

Aviur | 4 Yrs | Doberman Pinscher | DarkBlood Subordinate
Location: DarkBlood Camp
Mentions: North & Pack

Aviur's bloodshot eyes shoot open at the sound of North's booming voice and he heaves himself to his feet. A few quiet curses come out of the Doberman's mouth as he staggers a few steps forward and glances around at the other members of the pack, letting out a curt snort. The last thing he wanted to do right now was hunt, but he wasn't about to tell North that. The dog's obnoxiously long nails scrape sharply against the pavement as he hastily joins the other canines that had gotten up to go on the hunt, causing him to stumble a bit when they caught on the cracks in the parking lot. His stained teeth bare when he comes to stop at another dog's side but he doesn't shift his gaze to look at them, his eyes staring ahead at a few crumbling buildings.

ROMAN | MALE | 4 YEARS | TAMASKAN DOG
Location: Softcall Forest
Mentions: Kade

As much as he'd love to retain his usual habit of rolling his eyes and throwing an insult in her face, her expression surprisingly provokes some sympathy from him. His amber eyes soften at her, even if just ever so slightly, and he gives her a small, innocent laugh, "There is no need to feel guilty- I can see it in your eyes. Your case was self defence. Even so, there is no justice left in this city," His deep voice grew grim and serious, "The act of murder is one that will continue to go unpunished and has become a societal norm. I can respect your desire to maintain your innocence and your morality- but in some cases, that will do you no good." He observes her, watching a single crystal-clear tear slide down the side of her black and beige fur, flicking off and hitting the ground below her paws. She was crying, and Roman immediately felt his body tense up. He hadn't cried since he was a pup.. he couldn't, he'd never let himself. Not in this world where he was all on his own with not a single soul to offer him comfort. He hadn't had another shed tears in his presence for years- the last individual he saw in such sorrow was his mother. The memory stung like a shard of glass. "Come on," Even he was surprised at how gentle his voice sounded as he spoke to her, leaning his muzzle forward to give her a small little nudge on her cheek. The tip of his nose wiped the tear away, as though it were never even there in the first place, "No need for sadness. You're strong- I've witnessed it myself," As silence engulfed them briefly, he awkwardly tried to apologize, "I'm.. sorry for bringing such a morbid thing up. I shouldn't have. It's just.. terribly enough, the only thing I can really relate to."


NORTH | MALE | 4 YEARS | BEAUCERON | DARKBLOOD ALPHA
Location: Darkblood Camp (Abandoned Medical Clinic)
Mentions: Sclera, Aviur, Ronan, Evergreen, Checkers, Sobaka, Jahla

The scent of blood had his head snapping up and his tongue swiping eagerly around his scarred muzzle. Momentarily the lithe form of Sclera returned, and he offered the Azakah a dark smile, "Alas, you have not failed me. Good work, Sclera. When the main hunt is concluded, you shall eat first alongside I," With a mighty leap, the beauceron's paws hit the floor, striding over to claim the cat as his own. Without a care, he began to rip the small carcass limb from limb, consuming as much meat as he could handle. "Aviur, Ronan, Evergreen, Jahla. Get together and organize a hunt. If you come across Sobaka and Checkers while out, send them to me immediately," He narrowed his golden brown eyes, a concoction of dark thoughts brewing in his head. It was unlikely Checkers would be punished, as it was known that the beauceron had a tendency to favour his Lieutenant- but Saboka? He'd likely publicly humiliate the poor hound for being so incompetent. "Don't prove to be as useless as the omega has been. I expect you all back within the hour."


SOBAKA | MALE | 2 YEARS | BORZOI | ALPHA'S SERVANT
Location: Amusement Park , Softcall Forest
Mentions: Checkers, Nora

Narrowing his gaze to single out one unfortunate ornithurae, the borzoi's claws clicked loudly on the hardened ground as his pursuit continues. The pigeon that is scrambling desperately away from the half-crazy mutt appears to have a physical disability, it's legs warped and tangled up in each other and it's back arched in a rather peculiar fashion. It can't fully fly, but it manages to flutter ungracefully away from him, weaving back and forth to avoid Sobaka's snapping jaws. He chases the frightened creature out of the Amusement Park and into a darker, vegetated part of the city that is eerily still and blanketed in scarlet leaves. "Come on.. come on.." He practically hisses as he nearly snags it with his teeth... Bam! Too late. He's abruptly interrupted from his chase as he slams into an unsuspecting creature, his thin face coming into contact with the more bulky chest of his Lieutenant, Checkers. Stars cloud his vision as he stumbles backwards, the pigeon's alarm call fading off into the distant as it gets away unscathed. "Am.. Am I dead?" He mumbles stupidly, narrowing his eyes towards the two figures that stand in front of him. As his eyesight clears up, the hound's face contorts enthusiastically, "Checkers! Hi, hi.. I haven't seen you in so long!" He immediately tucks his tail and crawls submissively towards the Tamaskan, keeping his gaze respectfully averted. As he does so, he steals a look at the Gerbian Shepsky he finds terribly unfamiliar. Who is this girl? "I'm hunting for North! Wanna join me? We can bring North back SO much!"