Dale | Male | 5 years 3 months | Great Dane | Alpha |
Location~ The Stone Pasture
Mentions~ Arya, Ice, Dakota, pretty much everyone as well xD {Open}

The massive male sat up slowly from his crouch, threateningly watching Frankie speed off with the pup. 'That was a mistake', Dale told Frankie in his own head. He said nothing but watched Frankie speak to the pup briefly. He began to approach them as Frankie was still turned, his haunches facing Dale, 'A big one...' Dale added to his original thought. Once he was upon them Dale spoke, and eerie calmness haunting his voice "Frankie...A word?" His question sounded like an offer, but he expected it to be followed as an order. He cast a cold, heartless glance at the white puffball behind Frankie's back. His eyes were haunted and dazed, expressionless almost as he stared at the white doberman.

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

The sable brute's ear shot forward at her first sentence, utter shock pouring over him. He shook it off as his attention snapped to Dale, a pup cowering beneath him. Cyrus stiffed a wine of helplessness as he shunned the poor thing, not offering any support, neglecting him. Cyrus wanted to run to the pup and tell him he was going to be ok, but that would be a death note so he bit his tongue best he could. Turning back to Petra he brought his voice to a lower tone, "Yes" He woofed simply, "What did you have in mind?" He asked quickly and quietly, casting glances to the fluffy white pup every heartbeat or so.

EDIT: Edited!

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

Max was feeling a little uneasy by the whole drama as well. Max lifted his butt off the ground, ready to go over and help the poor white pup but it seems he was beaten to it by Frankie. The white doberman brought the pup to safety before crawling back over to Dale. Max put his haunches back onto the freezing ground, deciding there was nothing he could do to help now. Max sighed, shaking his head, "Great day we're starting off to. Someone needs to check that pup out, he doesn't seem all there." Max looked back at Quidam, remembering the sheep dog's last sentence before they got distracted with all the drama. "Why are you on the chopping block?" The husky asked.

Arya | Female | 2 months | Border Collie | Pup |
Location~ The Stone Pasture
Mentions~ Ice, Kai (Directly) Dale, Dakota, Frankie, Beatrice (indirectly){Open}

Arya heard a soft voice call for dale. Arya shifted her head ever so slightly to sea Beatrice, a Great Dane mix. She begged for the dog to just leave them alone, having dogs yell at Dale could infuriate him further. Arya turned her head back to Dale, still lying on her stomach. One moment Arya was on the ground, and the next she was being lifted into the air. Arya protested, wiggling in the air trying to get the dog who picked her up to stop it. Oof! The dog dropped her to the ground and Arya spun around to see it was Ice. Arya took a step back and dipped her head to the Husky. "Yes mam." Arya responded before the she dog walked away. Arya looked around, unsure of what to do. She never got her orders. When was training supposed to start? She heard Dale bark again and looked over towards him. This time, instead of a white pup there was a white doberman, crouching low to the ground. What did he do? She missed it. She noticed Dakota was now yards away from Dale. He looked...like he wasn't even there. Like a world around him wasn't occurring. He'd just stare. Arya narrowed her eyes. Something isn't right with him.
"Arya!" The pup snapped her head around, hearing her name being called. It was Kai! Arya wagged her tail, jumping to her feet. Let's play! "Huh? Oh- that. I don't know what Frankie did, but Dakota was being an idiot and asked Dale if he 'was broken'."


ooc: Sorry Max's was short.

B-75 (Beatrice) | Female | 4 Years Old | Great Dane x Doberman Pinscher | Epsilon
Location: The Stone Pasture
Mentions: {Indirectly} Dale, Dakota, Frankie, Ice, Arya / {Directly} Myra

Before anything else could be said or done a flash of white hurtled past Beatrice in the form of Frankie. The albino Doberman made quick work of snatching up the deaf pup with a quick excuse to Dale before high-tailing it out of there. Beatrice stared after the brute with a mild scowl, knowing he had made what might prove a grave mistake even before she caught a glimpse of their leader's displeased expression as he headed after the fleeing Zeta. She could only hope Dakota wouldn't be punished for Frankie's foolishness. Her gaze immediately sought out the second pup whom Ice had more tactfully carried out of harms way and found Arya had become occupied with another packmate. Considering Dale was now occupied, she decided to circle the perimeter of the pasture in the meantime, making certain nothing was amiss. She passed a fidgety Saluki and paused just ahead of the skittish female, turning slightly to glance back at her. "Is anything wrong?" She questioned, face neutral and voice holding an even tone.

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P-60 (Phoenix) | Male | 2 Years Old | Silken Windhound x Longhaired Whippet | Eta
Location: The Stone Pasture
Mentions: {Directly} Amber, Burggie

After he was satisfied he'd had enough to drink Phoenix started out into the pasture at a slow sprint. The snarling had quieted down by now and seeing as the snow wasn't splattered with blood he decided it was better not to worry himself with the details. The cold surprisingly bothered the sighthound mix very little. He was an adaptable breed and his long, wavy coat kept him warm enough. For now at least. He'd likely be shivering his tail off by the time evening approached. Another sharp bark caught his attention before long and he slowed to a halt upon spotting one of the Zetas snapping an insult at an Eta. Coming up behind the Basset Hound, he brushed a paw over the smaller male's back to dust some of the collecting snow off of him, soon after turning his attention to Amber. "Did you wake up on the wrong side of your cage this morning or are you always this grumpy?"

Dale | Male | 5 years 3 months | Great Dane | Alpha |
Location~ The Stone Pasture
Mentions~ Arya, Ice, Dakota, pretty much everyone as well xD {Open}

Dale watched the doberman with an authoritative gaze. "I need you to recruit G-19, T-95, M-102, S-21, P-71, B-16, and A-103 for training Immediately Yourself included. I'd also like to have a one on one with you afterwards." He ordered coldly. Dale turned his head and began to walk to the exit of the pasture, the humans had demanded him to recruit those dogs for training. They would open the entrance to the training arena for him, and the trainees, but no other dog. He came up to the door and stood for a moment. He knew the humans were surveying him, the electric door opened, allowing him through to the training arena.

Once he was inside the door slammed shut behind him. He surveyed the area. For quake training, the ground was broken up into sections. Each section could move around separately from the neighboring sections. Each section was about the length of two dogs, and the same wide. They could shake, move, crack, simulating an earthquake. The goal of the dogs in training was to not fall over or be hit by any boxes or carts that were put randomly across the arena. Good luck all, He thought with a sneer.

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

Listening intently, Cyrus drank in every word of petra's intent. "I can do that." He whispered with a determined nod. "I know a few already" He huffed. He scanned the area once again to make sure their conversation was safe. Seeing that they were clear from staring eyes, the malinois's gaze flicked back to petra. "What happens when we have enough dogs?" He questioned.

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


The fae jumped and spun around at the sound of a voice behind her. Beatrice, a Zeta. Much larger than herself, Beatrice was threatening to myra...well then again, everything was. "N-nothing" She stuttered, hoping that was enough to send the larger dog on her way. Myra kept her muscles from trembling as much as she could. She knew that Beatrice had the right to make an example out of any lower ranking dog she pleases, and that didn't quite appeal to myra in the best way.

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

Allister had been sitting in a secluded spot of the pen, watching all the commotion as Dale threatened a small pup only to have it taken away by frankie. Her paws were sprinkled with cold snow, her pads felt hard as a rock as they lay on the cold stone floor. She looked up as she heard dale mentioning codes to frankie, she hoped she wasnt one of them...