East | Female | 4 Years, 6 Months | Beauceron
Location: Amusement Park, Headquarters
Mentions: North, open for interaction

East's trip outside the city had been an eventful one. She had managed to find her parents safe and healthy, or at least as much as they could be still living so close by to Chernobyl. It had taken her a full two months to find them, and she was lucky enough that she knew how to hunt, otherwise she would be starving right now. As it was, she had eaten a crow back on the outskirts of town, and now she was carrying a common loon between her jaws. Its neck felt like a giant noodle and the weight from its body had her veering off to one side more often than not.

She decided to stop by the amusement park and look at the old Ferris wheel. It was a place she used to love going to with North. There was something he had talked about before she left, about making a pack here. Perhaps he had finally done that, and she'd have lots of new dogs to meet when she got back. But where on earth would he put a pack?

Setting down the loon, and laying on top of its body so no one else could take it, she thought. There was one building that was gigantic, most likely a former warehouse of some sort, that North had taken her to before. It would definitely be able to hold a lot of dogs.

She decided that's where he must be, and picking up her loon again, she trotted that way. As she drew nearer to the looming building, she thought she heard barking, possibly the sound of North's voice, but she was still too far away to hear it until she was only about twenty feet away from headquarters.

(( Hope my intro is okay Blue. I'll post with my lunatic later. ))

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

Roman watched her draw herself back up, her head sitting atop her shoulders confidently as she regained her strength. It was an admirable thing, really. Most dogs weren't emotionally stable enough to calm themselves of their sorrow or rage- something that normally ended in disaster. "You're a good-hearted dog," He couldn't restrain the words as they came tumbling out of his mouth, flattening an ear awkwardly at his own compliment. "At least you know just how things in this world have come to be," Peeling his attention away from her, he acknowledged with a grim disposition just how dark the world around them was growing. Shadows enveloped the majority of the woods, and not much light was filtering in through the canopy of trees. Nightfall was soon approaching. "We should seek shelter," He suggested, but he rather noticeably cut himself off. Was this a good idea? To continue to wander around with this dog at his side? He wasn't sure he could even be trusted in her presence. His mind might've been left slightly less unscathed than his brother's, but he was still unpredictable. A bomb just waiting to go off. What if he turned on her in some sort of conscious fit of rage? "We should head back to one of the wings at headquarters, at least just for the night," He swept on anyway.

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

The thin white hound cast a glance over her left shoulder, her sightless eyes staring in the direction of where Butcher pace behind her, "Relax," She breathed at him soothingly, her eerie voice soft and convincing. As she turned her attention back to Inconnu, she inhaled his scent and let it rest against her tongue. He was young, terrified, apparently genderless, and unfamiliar with the terrifying lands of which they stood on. She almost pitied the young dog. Almost. "What is your name?" She asked firmly, though she was careful to keep any sort of accusation or aggression out of her tone. Trespassing he may be, but he was not to be considered a threat.

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

It was the first time he'd departed from the disheveled medical clinic in which he and his pack remained for several weeks, a time frame that Checkers had more or less been absent from. He honestly hadn't expected to run into the tamaskan, especially in such a literal manner. "Oh," The young dog was unable to disguise the disappointment in his tone, his ears flopping back against his skull. He knew his lack of success would reflect poorly on him and cause North to bend into a fit of rage, and Checkers would've been his last resort to redeem himself. Now he was doomed for sure, "Are you sure? I mean, it would only take-" His muzzle flinched back slightly as the lieutenant swept on without care, leaving Sobaka to offer him the only answer that would be considered acceptable, "Of course. He's just back at camp." As he turned to lead the larger dog back to their base, he let his own grey eyes drift over Nora's form. She was a pretty dog with a very innocent aura. What had Checkers been doing rendezvousing with this canine? "Whats your name?" He directed the cheerful question at the Gerbian Shepsky, cocking his head curiously to the side.

NORTH | MALE | 4 YEARS, 6 MONTHS | BEAUCERON
Location: Darkblood Headquarters
Mentions: Aviur, Jahla, East

Golden-brown eyes flickered to Sclera's form, waiting for a response. He had been acknowledged; he expected to be acknowledged back. When the hound finally spoke, North huffed in reply, his teeth snapping through a feline bone before using a giant forepaw to push it out of his way. The limp body slid pathetically across the dirtied floor, streaks of blood following it's carcass, "Well, what're you useless lumps waiting for then? Get on it!" The dark male turned his smoldering gaze across his pack, burning into their pelts like the heat of fire. He hated how he had to repeat himself. As he pivoted around to return to his station, he halted, a very, very faint scent hitting his nostrils and sending the fur along his spine bristling. He arched his neck in a peculiar fashion and turned around very slowly to face his pack once more, "Wait," He practically hissed, eyes narrowed in the direction of the doorway. Someone was out there that he hadn't seen for several months, he was sure of it. "Jahla, Aviur," He growled softly, "There is someone treading outside of our quarters. Bring them to me."

Loon | Male | 4 Years | Great Dane | Loner
Location: Town streets
Mentions: Evergreen

Loon lay in an alley, the ground covered in cracked concrete. His legs were splayed out to one side to make him as comfortable as possible which that wasn't very comfortable at all. If humans still inhabited this God forsaken city, he would have drug one of their bags of garbage over and settled down on it instead, despite the wretched stench most had. But Loon didn't know that world. He only knew it from what he had been told by other dogs.

A flicker of movement caught his eye and had him turning his head in its direction. In his line of sight was a lovely Saluki, a pretty, lithe dog with black fur and brown markings. It was about time he found another dog to pester. The last one hadn't lasted long, seeing through his tricks far too easily, but that was only because he had the misfortune of finding another psychopath. Hopefully, this young lass wouldn't be the same way.

Lifting himself up, he stretched each leg, keeping one ear lifted to hear where she was headed. In that direction lay the amusement park, long abandoned and full of old metal human things that were rusty and could potentially fall at any moment. Mm, what a wonderful way to get her to let him travel with her for a bit, maybe convince her to hunt for him in exchange for watching her back out there.

Quickly, he trotted after her, not surprised when she either heard or sensed him coming up behind her. It was hard to repress the stare he gave, which normally hinted that he was near, even if he couldn't be seen. As she whipped around, he stopped, then dipped his head to her. “Greetings,” he said, showing no signs of aggression to her, though since the muscles in his face were damaged, he couldn't so much as scowl if he wanted to.

JAHLA | FEMALE | 4 YEARS | GROENENDAEL
Mentions: North, Aviur, East

A resting form stirred from the edge of the room, her claws scraping against the cracked-marble flooring as she pushed herself into a formal pose, "Right. Yes sir," The sleek black female growled in a firm tone, all three of her honey-coloured eyes turning to flick briefly at her assigned partner before striding silently to the doorway. Indeed, an unfamiliar scent danced around her senses as she breathed in the contaminated air, though something about it made her tip her head. It was peculiar- it somehow reminded her of North. "This way," She said in a flat tone to Aviur as she flicked her tail in the direction of which the scent was coming from. As they approached, a dog came into view, causing Jahla to naturally act out a territorial display of aggression. With her tail raised behind her and her lips pulled back, she halted in front of the beauceron, not permitting her any further, "State your name and purpose, trespasser," She said in a smooth voice, her eyes flicking over her form. She was rather small for her breed, but shared a baffling resemblance to her leader she couldn't just ignore. Was this a relative? She didn't recall North mentioning he had living family. Not to mention, the more gentle look in her eyes didn't match North's at all. She cast Aviur a small glance, wondering if he harboured the same suspicions she did.

Loon | Male | 4 Years | Great Dane | Loner
Mentions: Evergreen

The massive dog watched the Saluki as her fur bristled. It didn't surprise him, he was a giant among dogs, and standing on his back legs he could rival the height of man. Had she not thrown up this aggressive display, he would have been more worried than he was about dogs with mental disorders that talked to themselves and thought they saw things that weren't there. But whether these dogs actually had schizophrenia or just radiation poisoning, he didn't know.

He copied her as she sat down, to indicate he was not a threat, either. Loon's fur had remained flat the entire time, and he was pleased to see she was brushing it down inside that head of hers, making it behave the way she wanted it to. Or, perhaps, how he wanted it to.

The Great Dane opened his mouth to speak but stopped, noticing the way her head tilted, not in interest for what he was saying, but as if something were whispering in her ear. Ah, he thought. Another of those unfortunate enough to have hallucinations. Best be careful with this one. He waited patiently as she whipped around to face the creature that was invisible to him, not even flinching at the growls rumbling through her throat loud as a lawn mower. It was best not to interrupt these, he had found. Once he had and the dog had believed him to be working with the invisible shadow, and had attacked him for it.

Once she had settled back down, he dipped his head once in greeting before starting, “I saw you as you walked past. It's not safe to wander alone in this place, no matter what type of dog you are. That's why I've been waiting, watching for another dog to happen by so that I could see if, possibly, they'd like to team up for a while to survive this hell on Earth. If you're up for that, that is.”



East | Female | 4 Years, 6 Months | Beauceron

It wasn't long before two forms, a male Doberman and a female Groenendael, came to stand in front of her, barring her way into the warehouse. Seems North got that pack he wanted, she thought, doing her best not to let it bring a smile to her face. These dogs meant business, and if she wanted to survive, she had to make sure they didn't think she saw them as a joke.

East took a step back so that she could drop her loon, a waterfowl she quite liked despite its name, so that she could speak without her voice being obstructed.

“My name is East,” she said, dipping her head formally, like her parents had done when she left them to come back to Chernobyl. “I am North's sister, but I've been away for a while, looking for our parents to make sure they were alright. I've returned now to tell my brother and to give him this bird I caught on the way back.” She nodded at the loon, its black and white feathers fluttering gently with a tiny breeze that drew by.

“I was hoping to be able to see him myself,” she admitted. “Is he busy right now?”

ROMAN | MALE | 4 YEARS | TAMASKAN
Mentions: Kade

The edges of his mouth turned upwards as Kade nudged his shoulder, but the expression was torn away and replaced with a tense jawline. The thought of a roof over his head had always been more appealing to him- his mother had always assured himself and Checkers that it was the safest place for them to be, after all. Though his memories were faint, he distantly recalled her sharing stories with him of Softcall Forest and it's neighbouring area of the Amusement Park- not only was it unsafe after nightfall, but it was tainted with the souls of those who had not crossed over. In embarrassment of his own nervous thoughts, his ears pinned back to his skull, giving her a nod anyways, "Sure," He growled softly, "Let's at least find some sort of shelter incase it rains. The weather is annoyingly unpredictable around here," His amber eyes scouted through the darkness, catching sight of a more vegetated area of the woods that appeared to have many hollowed out logs moulded into the earth. "You coming?" He muttered in a snarky tone as he decided to boldly strut away without waiting for her to join him. He halted and looked at her with a tilted head as he caught sight of her expression and heard her words, "What was weird?"

JAHLA | FEMALE | 4 YEARS | GROENENDAEL
Mentions: North, East

The black female hung back and remained silent as East carried on, lifting her nose to inspect the beauceron as she bowed her head in a respectful and formal fashion. A smart dog she was, submitting to them in such a cooperative manner. Or perhaps this was just her nature. "East?" She couldn't help but let the surprise trickle out in her tone, her ears flicking forward as she mentioned North as her sibling. She certainly wasn't surprised, though she couldn't quite understand just how this smaller and kinder canine was bound by blood with such a tyrant like North. When she finished speaking, Jahla allowed a much more friendly disposition to take hold of her features, "I see. You and your brother bare a great resemblance to one another. It's an honour to make your acquaintance," In turn, she bowed her head in a brief but genuine display of welcome. "My name is Jahla, and I am a huntress of the Chernobyl Darkbloods. Come, North is just preparing a hunt at headquarters," She turned away with a swish of her long-furred tail, not waiting for East to reply. As they treaded further into the territory, the overwhelming scent of many different dogs became very apparent.

SOBAKA | MALE | 2 YEARS | BORZOI | ALPHA'S SERVANT
Mentions: North, Nora, Checkers

"Nora," The slender canine repeated, his tail giving a slight wag behind him before he playfully jumped down and splayed his paws out, putting on a bit of a friendly show as he dipped his head to her, "Nice to meet you! You know, we have a lot of dogs and a lot of food.. okay, well we don't have much food now but-" The intimidating force of Checker's form lingering behind him made the youngster snap his jaws shut, immediately tucking his tail between his legs. It was something he just ended up doing in habit around North and Checkers. "Maybe we'll see you around," Were his departing words as he put himself into motion, his thin feet pattering against rotted leaves and damp soil as he quickly began to trot off. When he was sure they were far enough from Nora that he'd be permitted to speak freely with the Lieutenant, Sobaka flicked an ear curiously in the Tamaskan's direction, "Friend?" He asked innocently, his grey eyes wide. "I really didn't take you as a friend type. Maybe we can visit her again," Then again, with further inspection of the idea, Sobaka knew that North would not approve of such a thing.