Little Mods

NOVEMBER | FEMALE | 3 YEARS | HARLEQUIN BEAUCERON
Mentions: None, Open for Interaction

Nova had felt the pain of teeth in her flesh all too often recently, a sensation that every being dreaded and ran for their life from. The pain she felt now was strange, however. She could feel the world around her pulse but it was slowly ebbing away into silence, the sting she felt on the back of her neck dissolving away into an almost enjoyable pressure. The atmosphere melted away, the snarls of rivals and the howls of human onlookers fading into a buzz of silence.

Forgive me.

Her brother's deep voice was a bugle in her ears, harsh to her senses as she was suddenly jolted awake into a bright, foreign new world. The back of her neck ached, but nothing was to be found as a source of the pain besides an array of new scars. Running her eyes around the strange scenery, her golden brown eyes locked in on a wolf. A wolf with such a pristine and unmarked coat Nova could've mistaken her for nothing but a sculpture of snow. Yet her chest heaved and her eyes blinked, making her existence a reality. Confusion distorted her face as she narrowed her eyes at the wolf before her. What is going on?

Mars | Male | 3 yrs. 7 m. | Belgian Malinois
Pale, chocolate eyes snapped open and a brown, muscular shape jerked up in the tall grass with a snarl, fur bristled. The sound of a gunshot and his partner's cry of, "March! No!" rang in his ears, and he folded them instinctively, still growling as his tense body shook with mock adrenaline. I'm dead, he thought. If I'm dead, where is Steve? Does that mean he survived? Blinking his eyes to clear the remaining haze, Mars thought he saw saw vague shapes in the not-too-far distance. Still shaken and confused, the brute shook out his pelt with tense, jerky movements and then buried his whine in another growl. Those bastards. Not five minutes ago, Mars had been marching straight into an ambush, leading his partner unknowingly into harms way. His growl turned into a snarl and the male collapsed, ears folded and tail tucked. If Steve didn't get away from the guns... where is he? For some reason, the thought to question where he was never crossed Mars' mind.

Sinmir | Male | 1 Year | Silken Windhound
Mentions: Syndus, Kyna

“What's that?” the Windhound asked his brother, nearly his twin, perking up his ear towards what sounded like a bunch of fighting cats. Sinmir was naturally curious. Too curious. Without bothering to look, he ran out into the street towards the noise, only for a louder, more ominous sound to blare at him.

His head whipped around to see a gigantic semi truck barreling towards him at twice the speed limit of the road. He wanted to run. He told his legs to move. The moment they did, the deafening roar of the metal death trap was upon him, and he felt the front bumper slam hard into his shoulder, shattering the bone, breaking his ribs, catching his hind legs under that huge rubber paw and crushing the bones with loud sickening cracks. It sounded like a mix of fireworks and a ten car pile up with all ten laying on their horns.

Sinmir caught sight of his brother, Syndus, for just a moment. The horror-struck pup had been intelligent enough not to come onto the road straight after his brother. Shakily, he lifted his head to say something to his brother when a piece of metal jutting down hit him in the head, giving him a fierce headache he'd never forget.

But then it all started to go away. He smelled other dogs around him, and one that wasn't quite a dog, but still canine. Slowly he opened his eyes to find a gorgeous white wolf a few feet in front of him. He lay there on the ground, confused. When she called out to all of them, he stumbled to his paws and walked closer, feeling like he was going to fall over several times despite staying in a straight line the entire time.

Her words sounded like a jumbled mess in his head, but he understood enough that if he passed through those gates, he would be permanently gone from the memory of every living and dead creature there was. And he didn't want Syndus to forget him. Sinmir took a step forward to indicate he wanted to head with the white wolf, whose fur seemed to be made of rays of light to him at the moment.

Sinmir ignored the agitated and confused mumbles and growls of the other dogs and said, “I'll go with you. Just tell me what I'm doing.”

NOVEMBER | FEMALE | 3 YEARS | HARLEQUIN BEAUCERON
Mentions: Kyna, Sinmir

The beauceron did her best to push herself to her paws in a stable manner, straightening up the best she could. She still heard a distant, pulsing ring in her ears that did her no favour in listening to what the white wolf was saying to them. She visibly squinted towards her, finally comprehending what she was saying, but in turn she now appeared utterly confused and bewildered. She had died, killed by a fatal blow and then put to rest by her brother.. but she still hadn't reached paradise yet. Here she was, being given an offer of still not passing through- but to become a guardian? She sat calmly, taking in the weight of the words the goddess spoke. She wasn't convinced this was a decision made so easily, but something pulled her in one direction- and that was to accept her offer.

Running her eyes over her fellow canines once, and realizing they all mirrored her confused expression, she took a deep breath, "I still don't quite understand," She admitted in a soft voice, though her tone was surprisingly firm. "But I will go along with you," She stole a brief glance at the Silken windhound who had growled out a response, silently echoing his own words in her head, Though please, tell us what we're doing. This is all so strange. As a young dog just thrown from a delirium of death, she was terribly, terribly confused still.

Tonrar | Female | 3 Years Old | Northern Inuit Dog
Mentions: Kyna

Tonrar's memories were a mess. Bits and pieces of her life flashing before golden eyes in a mismatch of scenes. Cold, swirling waters forcing her head beneath the surface and snatching the air from her lungs. Cruel beasts who dared to call themselves dogs claiming the woodlands for themselves and killing any canine who set paw there uninvited. Joining these dogs to preserve her own life and only meeting her fate in a watery grave rather than by the fang. It had been her gravest mistake. So caught up in her past was she that Tonrar had heard nearly nothing the white wolf said. Her gaze remained unfocused and body trembled and she looked down at her paws. What was she now?

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Syndus | Male | 1 Year Old | Silken Windhound
Mentions: Sinmir, Kyna, Everyone

The first thing Syndus felt upon entering the in-between was dread. Complete, utter dread. He had failed. Fallen beneath the teeth and claws of larger canines. Ripped to shreds so that his body would now be nothing more than an unrecognizable, torn corpse to the humans who would no doubt have to come clean it up. His cat friends had no one defend them now. Had they escaped? Or had they died in similar, painful ways because he couldn't protect them? He let them die just as he had poor Sinmir. His head hung low as he walked aimlessly through what he assumed was an empty after-life until a white shape ahead of him had the brindled Windhound lifting his head once more. She was facing him. Unlike any dog he had ever witnessed. Syndus had never seen a wolf before and it did not click that Kyna was one. "Where am I?" He asked her softly, seeing other dogs gathering behind her.

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Raska | Female | 7 Years Old | Golden Retriever
Mentions: Kyna, Everyone

Raska listened silently as Kyna explained the situation and nodded her head in agreement almost immediately. "I'm in. Might as well put these old bones to good use," she joked. Raska had been a service dog, spending almost her entire life tending to others in some way or another. Honestly. it was all she knew and the thought of entering a place where work would no longer be required of her scared the Retriever. "Where do we start?"

((I hope these intros are alright. ;v;))