Rona | Female | Caucasian Mountain Dog | Beta
Location - The Stone Pasture
Mentions - Dale, Leo

Rona shook the mass of snow from her pelt as she stood up from her nap. Looking around, she could see that many of the other inhabitants were moving around. She could see a few Zetas and Etas who seemed to be conversing a bit, and finally her eyes landed on Dale, who seemed to have found himself a few pup friends. Looking scandalized, as the pups obviously had no idea what that brute could do, Rona trotted closer to where her alpha stood. She noticed however, that the snow was certainly not kind to her mechanical limbs. Muttering under her breath, she stopped and took a moment to watch some of the other dogs having a similar problem. At least they are suffering as well. Rona smirked, which probably made her look demonic, and soon began moving towards Dale again. He is probably looking to start up training again. As she crushed the snow under her paws, Rona spotted Leo standing near one of the massive walls. She nodded in greeting before continuing on her way to her alpha.

Quidam [P-71] | . | Male | . | Polish Tatra Sheepdog Mix | . | Eta
Location | . | The Stone Pasture
Mentions | . | Dale (Indirectly), Myra (Indirectly) and Max (Directly)


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Nowadays, Quidam woke up to a closed, cold stone cage. Every day, he received the same looks from the humans on the outside. Whether they were different every day or the same was a blur. They were nearly identical to one another, donning the same white lab coats and Quidam never seemed to be able to remember their features. But he could always remember the looks on their faces- disappointment, confused, and a hint of silent rage boiling below. He assumed every day that he was on the chopping block for being put to sleep. How they would do it was a mystery, and the last thing he hoped for would be for him to become a new chew toy for their Alpha, Dale. He'd be an example to all of them what soft-heartedness resulted in.

Shaking these thoughts as he was approached, Quidam stood on his hind legs and made quite the racket. His paws were scrambling on the glass, raking his overgrown nails down its surface. His tail was up and hackles raised as he snarled and barked at the humans on the outside. While his body language suggested he was in a fury, the glint in his eyes spoke other story, one of fear. He swore he could see a smirk in one of the human faces before a buzz sounded and the door outside was opened. Without hesitation, Quidam dropped his act and trotted outside.

Quidam trotted about with the easy rise and fall of his gently lilting in the snow. He'd seen snow before, this was no different. The stone floor hardly made the pasture "outdoors". Of course, he didn't have much knowledge of what that meant, other than the short memory of his pup good on the outside. The time the patrol dog snatched him by the scruff and ran with him. He remembered the dog's sharp, metallic teeth aggressively biting into his scruff to the point of feeling blood dribble from his neck. All that aside, Quidam skirted on the edges of their confines, keeping his head low in a bow upon passing his Alpha from afar. He bumbled along, knowing better than to approach some dogs in the pasture, but some happened to be okay, like Max, a kind hearted soul like himself. He approached slowly, as per usual before flopping down onto his haunches and then easing forward so that he was lying down in the snow. Thankfully, his coat was perfectly equipped for the cold weather and the snow didn't faze him. He looked up at Max whose eyes seemed to be following Myra, a Saluki fae who seemed a bit skittish once she caught sight of Dale. "Has someone caught your eye there, Max?" Quidam asked. His curled tail resting in the snow gave a slight wag.

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Ice | Female | 4 years 7 months | Siberian Husky | Zeta |
Location~ The Stone Pasture
Mentions~ Dale, Arya, Dakota
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Ice stopped her grooming and looked around the Stone Pasture once more. Almost everyone was talking. Yawning, she turned to look at Alpha Dale and the pups. The fae widened her eyes as she heard the pup, Dakota ask one of the most feared dogs if he was broken. Either that pup was really brave or really stupid. She thought. Eh, yeah, he's probably really stupid. She smirked, waiting for the Alpha's response.

(Short, sorry! ^-^" Poor Dakota. xD)

Dale | Male | 5 years 3 months | Great Dane | Alpha |
Location~ The Stone Pasture
Mentions~ Arya, Dakota {Open}

Dale watched the pups with interest. He might have been proud of the border collie pup’s willing to please the government, but they were none the less annoying. His thought of what to do with them engulfed his mind for a moment, a daydream almost. His mind snapped back to the pups when he heard a potential insult tossed at him from the white pup. His lip curled high, showing his sharp, blade-like, fangs that lined his maw. He gave a quick vicious bark, his flew bouncing a bit. He leaned his neck and shoulders down to the small white fluffball. Narrowed eyes burned into the pup’s pelt, "What did you say" He snarled menacingly, showing his sharp jaws.

Dale thought as though he out’ to feel guilt, scaring a pup and all, but he had none. He was cold and heartless, he truly didn’t feel any remorse from treating a youngling in such a way.

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Cyrus | Male | 4 years | Belgian Malinois | Eta |
Location~ The Stone Pasture
Mentions~ Petra {Open}


Cyrus swung around at the sound of a partially mechanical voice. Petra, He realized. Realization hit him when she whispered in his ear. She faking it... The sable brute thought with slight suspicion, What is she up to..? He asked himself, but Cyrus didn't question her right then and there. He lowered his head slightly and showed his teeth without lifting his lip, a submissive posture. With his tail parallel to his legs and slightly wagging, Cyrus prepared to follow Petra.

His mind raced, he had always seen Petra as a loyal dog, why would she trust him? Maybe she really wasn’t loyal, or maybe she was... His thoughts seemed to take over his mind for a moment, But the sound of dogs snapped him back to reality. He gave his neck and head a quick shake to clear his mind. His neck moved as if he had a mane, swaying from side to side.

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Myra | female | 2 years | Saluki | Eta |
Location~ The Stone Pasture
Mentions~ Dale, Dakota (indirectly) {Open}



Myra sat down on her haunches, her flagged tail slowly swishing across the ground. She turned to look behind her, paranoid that a Zeta or Epsilon was going to see her and accuse her of something, anything. She sighed, why was she to jumpy? Myra didn’t get why even herself was ...skittish. Why couldn’t she be like the other dogs?

The sound of Dale’s harsh bark made her jump once again. She didn’t move, but her hackles raised slightly and she stood from her sitting position. Ugh! She thought to herself, I did it again, She sighed, frustrated with herself. She looked over to dale to see him looming over a small white pup. She gasped, how could he do that to such a sweet little thing!? The tan girl turned her head away from the scene, there was nothing she could do, so why watch?

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Allister | female | 4 years | Alaskan Noble Companion Dog | Eta |
Location~ The Stone Pasture
Mentions~ No one {Open}

I’ll post with her in the next post!


OOC: sorry guys i know i’ve been super slow lately with getting these up! I’ll have more time on my hands soon! So sorry to keep you all waiting! ((Plus I’m on really bad writer's block right now so i apologize if this post is hard to understand or really repetitive =C))

Max | Male | 1 year 6 months | Siberian Husky | Eta |
Location~ The Stone Pasture
Mentions~Quidam (directly) Dale, Myra, and others (indirectly) {Open}

Max had been admiring Myra for longer than he would like to admit when his vision was suddenly dominated by white fur. Max refocused his eyes and saw the big fluff ball, Quidam, sitting before him. "Has someone caught your eye there, Max?" The sheep dog asked him. Max blushed, his paw pads heating up. His ears involuntarily pulled back against his head. A nervous laugh escaped the dog's throat. "Haha, what are you talking about?" Max replied, trying to appear cool and natural and not at all like he was infatuated. Max sighed, dropping his head in defeat. "It's that obvious, huh?" Max shook his head, ridding him of all thoughts of the Saluki. Max looked back at Quidam, wagging his tail slightly and asked him a question, "So, you finally got out of your cage, eh?" He heard Dale unleash a series of barks and snarls from across the yard. Max flinched, glancing over in Dale's direction. He was telling off some young, foolish pups. Max shook his head, clicking his tongue. Those poor pups never know what they're getting into until it's too late.

Arya | Female | 2 months | Border Collie | Pup |
Location~ The Stone Pasture
Mentions~ Dale, Dakota {Open}
Arya ignored Dakota for the most part, keeping all eyes on Dale's every move. Out of the corner of her vision she could see some dogs staring at her. They were talking about her, she knew that, but she didn't really care. She heard small, slurred words speak from beside her asking the Dane if he was broken. Arya froze, her eyes widening. She knew that was a mistake. Arya didn't want to be associated with Dakota, taking three big steps away from the daft pup and her alpha. A chilling bark and some snarls erupted from the Great Dane moments later. The young Border Collie pup admired Dale's pristine white fangs for a moment, but only for a moment. Arya quickly dropped to the ground, rolling onto her back and exposing her pink and white stomach to the brute. She hoped this was enough of a submissive gesture for the alpha not to murder her alongside Dakota.

B-75 (Beatrice) | Female | 4 Years Old | Great Dane x Doberman Pinscher | Epsilon
Location: The Stone Pasture
Mentions: Dale, Arya, Dakota

Beatrice left the confines of her stone cage with a tired expression. Her bones creaked and muscles ached as she moved, but the large mixed breed showed no outward sign of agony as she sought out her leader. The previous day had been long and filled with violent training. A raw scar still marred her broad muzzle, but this life was the only one she'd ever known and Beatrice had grown used to feeling the way she did now. Pain was a hindrance and a distraction for many, but she would never allow it to control her. Her paws led her further into the pasture until she spotted Dale's harlequin pelt. Two pups danced around him jubilantly and amusement gleamed in her chocolate colored eyes until the male pup said something to upset the mighty Dane. Beatrice paused as Dale stood over the white-furred pup, snarling in outrage and the second pup soon after quickly rolled onto her back in submission to show her belly. "Dale," She called softly, hoping to divert his attention to her instead.

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P-60 (Phoenix) | Male | 2 Years Old | Silken Windhound x Longhaired Whippet | Eta
Location: The Stone Cages
Mentions: None [OPEN]

Phoenix's jaws parted in a loud yawn, front legs sliding out in front of him as his back curved slightly in an odd sort of stretch. The sound of savage barking coming from the pasture had the Windhound rolling his eyes as he was already quite certain who was making such a ruckus this early in the day. 'Wonder who loud mouth is chewing out now?' Phoenix thought idly, padding over to one of the water bowls and lapping up a few mouthfuls before passing his tongue over his muzzle thoughtfully. 'At least it's not me this time.' If he had known it was Dakota now at the mercy of Dale's temper he likely would have taken the situation more seriously, but with what knowledge he had now the Dane's snarling was little more than an irritant.

Ice | Female | 4 years 7 months | Siberian Husky | Zeta |
Location~ The Stone Pasture
Mentions~ Dale, Arya, Dakota
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Ice watched the Border Collie pup named Arya drop to the ground and roll over to expose her stomach. The fae flicked her ear in approval. Giving her paw one more lick, she wondered if she should save her from the Alpha's wrath. If she didn't, then the poor pup might get killed, or at the very least, get some more mechanical parts. If she did, then the pup would grow up to be a great Eta or more. She decided which one was better and stalked over to the three dogs to go save her.

Arriving at the scene, she stood behind Dakota, so he couldn't see her. Alpha Dale was facing her, and Arya was currently looking up at her. Sighing, she picked the pup up by the scruff, making sure to give a respectful dip of her head to her mate before walking away.

His quarrel was with the pup Dakota, not Arya. He would be a fool to hurt Arya severely. She was loyal, something many of the dogs around her weren't, or at least, she thinks they weren't. Anyways, if he hurt Arya, he would have to speak to her mother, something she was sure he didn't have the time for. She was doing him a favor.

Dropping the pup, she carefully looked her over. Nothing seemed to be broken, and she didn't seem to be hurt. Her thoughts strayed back to Dakota. It seemed like he didn't hear the outburst of the alpha. Something was wrong with that him, she was sure. Shaking her head, she looked at Arya. "I want you to stay away from Alpha Dale for now. As you can tell, he isn't in the best mood." She glanced at her outraged mate. Turning back to Arya, she nodded, and walked five feet away before sitting down. She didn't care if the young Border Collie followed her or not. Again, she began grooming her filthy paws.

Quidam [P-71] | . | Male | . | Polish Tatra Sheepdog Mix | . | Eta
Location | . | The Stone Pasture
Mentions | . | Max (Directly), Dale (Indirectly), Arya (Indirectly), and Dakota (Indirectly)

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Quidam sensed the younger male's nervousness and let out a chuckle. He definitely knew something was up, but wasn't exactly the prying type, so he dropped the topic. Max's reaction to his question was enough to answer his question. He found it a little entertaining watching other dogs act once one caught their eye. It was mildly amusing, he seemed to think. As soon as he rested his large head on top of his heavy paws he heard Max's voice. "So you finally got out of your cage, eh?" Quidam raised his head a bit to look up at Max.

"Yes. But every day, I'm on the chopping block, slated to die, I guess. Maybe it's gotten better, but there's this look I get. I don't know to describe what it feels like... you'd just have to see it..." Quidam's voice got quieter as he watched the scene before his eyes play out. The white furred pup by the name of Dakota had pushed Dale's buttons a little too far. The collie pup, Arya knew to roll over in submission, which earned her safety by Ice. But the little male pup. Quidam himself had remembered being in that pup's paws; being bullied by older pups and beat up on because of his refusal to fight back.

From the bottom of Quidam's throat came a low growl, which he which silenced. He could throw himself into the fray and be torn up in the process, but he'd end up with the satisfaction of doing the right thing. Or he could lay around and watch as the Alpha delivered some so called "justice" on a tiny pup that was barely a threat to him or his ranking. Quidam scooted up so that he was sitting back on his haunches. "I don't like this one bit," he said quietly to Max as he let out a quiet whimper.

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