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 Sleep π± (#44085) View Forum Posts  Posted on 2021-08-13 23:23:55 |
This RP is closed and has been remade here: LINK A feminine, monotone voice echoes through the halls of a suburban family home, "An estimated 250 dogs live at the plant itself, 225 in the city of Chernobyl, and hundreds more roam around, for a total of more than 1,000, according to SPCA International. Wolves and the need for food have driven the dogs from wooded areas surrounding the plant into the Exclusion Zone." Suddenly, a sharper female voice cuts in. "Don't watch something so depressing, sweetie. The puppies are fine." The screen goes black. setting music The city is picturesque from the television screen. Though living amongst the crumbling, overgrown, radioactive buildings is another hell entirely. Dogs whose ancestors were abandoned by their masters in order to escape the explosion generations ago still remain here to this day, too far into the Exclusion Zone to be saved by any humans residing outside of Chernobyl. Many have been born with birth defects, sometimes visible but more often affecting their minds, organs and lifespans. Two major packs have risen out of the dust, Abolition and Insurgent. The packs have always been at odds but due to the encroachment of wolves and low resources, space is low and tempers are at an all time high. Can they come together to overcome the odds or will their own greed tear them down?
Current season: Early Winter. [Frigid temperatures. Long nights, short and dark days.] Current major events: Time Skip!! 9/5 Two Abolition dogs have been killed by Insurgent pack members. This has caused unrest in both packs. A massive snow storm has swept over Chernobyl, bringing an early winter and a shortage of supplies.
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α©αͺEαα―Oαͺα΄ E (#237195) Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 14:43:10 |
Shadow | Insurgent Territory | Quillion, Aramis Shadow lifted their paw as Quillion slid down into the snow. "Hey love, no sleeping." They gently licked his muzzle, worry making their eyes dart across his features, looking for the tell-tale signs of exhaustion. "Ara, it might be a good idea to go for help." They whispered this in her ear, ensuring that Quillion couldn't hear them. "He's not going to make it back with just us. I'll stay and keep him awake, I promise." They looked into Aramis's eyes, willing her to see how much it would break them to lose Quillion after having just gotten him back. After a few moments, they turned back to Quill and lay down next to him, keeping him warm. "Hey Quill, why don't you tell about your puphood?" Likaen | Abolition Camp | Rye, Shatter, Ferrer Likaen frowned at Ferrer's worried note and stance. "No, I'm sorry Ferrer, I haven't seen him. Is he missing?" 0 players like this post! Like? |
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yoWAi mO (#238465)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 15:51:43 |
Daivik | Insurgent Camp/Territory | @Curly "Hi! I don't think we've met! I'm curly- and yes! Let's!" Daivik blinked at her enthusiasm. It wasn't something he was used to. He turned towards the exit and began leading the way forwards, out into the snow-blanketed Insurgent territory. "No, I don't believe so either.. My name is Daivik." He went silent after that. He was pushing his way through some snow- he'd practically disappeared, his snow-white pelt being the perfect camouflage in this icy weather. He glanced back just to make sure Curly was following, holding his silence. The only noise coming from his end was snow crunching beneath his paws. Daivik had never been the best at socializing- it was never something he truly saw necessary to become a skilled warrior. Sure, maybe it'd be useful in plenty of other contexts, but it just wasn't his thing. So, he continued onwards, holding his tail high so that Curly could see him. Roland | Outside of territories (Abandoned storehouse) | @Vanadis Roland's tall ears twitched atop his head. He looked at the door. Something was scrabbling at his doors rather loudly- something bigger than a rat. His blue eyes narrowed and he tensed slightly. Has another dog really stumbled into my territory? How foolish.. His eyes moved to the entrance he used on a regular. It was just a matter of time until the stranger found it. He sat up, instinctually falling into a rather sentinel-type position. And then, the pup slid into his building. A pup? What on earth is a pup doing here?! His hackles raised and he stood quickly, taking in just about every detail of the pup he could from this distance. She couldn't be any older than a year. Roland watched her walk further in, ears leaning to face the horrible racket her claws were making. He suddenly growled. "That's far enough, little broad." He hopped down his crate tower, moving quickly so that he was in front of her in an instant, towering above. His eyes narrowed. Of course, he wanted to seem threatening and all, but behind his cold, hard gaze, it was blatantly obvious that he didn't actually have any intention of harming the wolfpup. However, that didn't stop him from circling behind her to block the exit. "Did you not catch my scent on the way in?" 0 players like this post! Like? |
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murderthistle | they/it/any (#230278) Confused View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 15:55:16 |
Shatter| Loner| Abolition Camp| Mentions- Likaen, Rye, Ferrer The tall wolf-dog edged a bit further away from the worried looking dog. He's looking for a puppy? She felt a stab of anxiety and frowned at herself. Why was she worried? It was none of her business. She remained silent, her eyes cold. She tried not to move to much, and to ignore the pain from her paw. Shatter kept herself stubbornly leaning away from the dogs around her. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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samael (#237217)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 17:33:22 |
Synopy | Abolition Co-leader | Abolition Camp | Mentions: Good ol' leader duties always seemed to tire her out no matter how much she did them, it just was an endless cycle of tiredness. Of course, she didn't dread being the co-leader, it was obviously much easier with Likaen and Deanira and it was a nice role. But some days, she'd just like to sit down and relax. She'd bet loners had a lot of that when they had nothing to do. They cared for themselves, it was hard to get what they needed, although they had less to take care of, and less to need to get. The winter days and nights had seem to cloud her mind with endless thoughts, but business tried to chase them away. Now, she had some time to relax. But something in her told her that something was terribly wrong, that it would have a devastating effect on the pack and possibly start another era of something horrible. She didn't believe herself, it wasn't true. Right? She was surely overthinking it, after all she usually felt very positive. Although this time she just couldn't find that positivity. To stir away the dark thoughts that seemed to keep poking at her mind, she thought of talking to someone. She knew that Likaen....was quite busy. So she thought maybe starting a conversation with Deanira, even a bit of small talk may be able to clear out those thoughts. Gazing through the cracks of their camp, eventually finding a glimpse of the Shepherd mix. "Ah! Hello." she said tersely, hoping not to make it awkward. She wasn't the best at starting conversations afterall. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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7-TEA[gregariousOVER OClean] (#196088) View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 18:32:44 |
Name: Slip | Location: Abolition Camp | Mentions: Isa :he followed Isa still, lookign around but seeing how she reacted and acted towards others... he tried to mimick her stance, lifting his tail up and tried to stand taller: Name: Ranger | Location: abolition camp | Mentions: noone :ranger was laying in camp, bored...: Name: Jet | Location: Insurgent camp |Mentions: noone :Jet was kind of trying to hide from isa, he had backed hismelf up so he couldnt be attacked from behind: Name: Froot Loops (Loops) | Location: border | Mentions: noone :Froot loops was in the snow hopping trying to make his way: Name: Bates | Location: insurgent territory | Mentions: noone :bates was munching on his latest victim, a small stray: 0 players like this post! Like? |
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rattler (#230338)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 18:40:34 |
Curly | insurgent warrior | location: insurgent camp |mentions: daivik '" she happily trotted close behind, her bouncy steps proving actually quite silent. " daivik? that's a wonderful name! it's so nice to finally meet you!" she said in a half-whisper, suddenly wincing at the sight of a brutally old medical syringe. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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yoWAi mO (#238465)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 19:03:47 |
Daivik | Insurgent Territory | @Curly "Oh. Thank you..?" Daivik glanced back at Curly nervously, catching the expression. He stopped, turning in a quick, tight circle to face her. "Are you okay? Did you step on a stray glass shard?" His eyes scanned the ground for glass, then looked to her paws. She didn't seem to be harmed. He looked her in the eyes, confused. "What happened? What did you wince for?" He did another quick once-over to make sure she wasn't bleeding. His tone wasn't all too anxious or anything, but there was a flicker of worry behind his green eyes. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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rattler (#230338)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 19:22:34 |
Curly | insurgent warrior | location: insurgent camp |mentions: daivik " what do you think they used that for?.." her voice suddenly became airy and hushed, rather disturbed by the needle. " that sharp end,, it looks like it could hurt somebody. and- there's old blood crusted up at the bottom." she looked back over to daivik, a grimace on her face. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 19:54:27 |
Ferrer | Abolition Healer | Location: Abolition Camp. Mentions: Shatter, Likaen, Dyse. (Directly) Slip. (Indirectly.) "No, I'm sorry Ferrer, I haven't seen him. Is he missing?" The healer's heart and spirits fell at the words. He physically leaned away, expression becoming sullen. The reality of the situation was finally settling in, and the older canine's jaw clenched in distress. Ferrer's eyes stared at the ground thoughtfully until he sighed, "Aye, I haven't seem 'em since early this mornin'." He muttered from his wiry muzzle, glancing up at Likaen as he spoke. The guilty feeling eating at his chest was painful, crushing. Go and look for him. He cleared his throat and swung his head around, opening his mouth as if to speak again. The sight of the scrawny loner's paw made him shut his muzzle quickly. "Let's get this tended to first, then I'll be headin' out to find him." He spoke gruffly, motioning for Shatter to follow him as he whirled his massive frame around and strolled back into the plant. He had a determined look on his face as he leapt up the stairs and trodded back into the apothecary. The sleeping form of Dyse in the corner made him hesitate and he cast a wary glare over his shoulder at the strange dog. "If you try anythin'-" The massive dog warned, his scarred face crumpling as he threatened. He didn't finish the sentence, feeling as though the repercussions of her attacking anyone was very clear. He nosed through the various herbs for some time before bringing forth a roll of moss, some large dried leaves, and an odd blue-green paste made from tundra rose and pasque flowers. Quillon | Insurgent Warrior | Location: Insurgent Territory. Mentions: Aramis, Shadow. "Hey love, no sleeping." Quillon fell into a state of morose silence, quite annoyed that his body had given up so easily. He sighed as Shadow knelt down to lick his face and watched with half-lidded eyes as they stepped away to whisper something into Aramis' ear. He allowed his head to tilt sideways slightly, pressing his cheek against the cold ground. "I won't be sleeping, don't worry." He replied groggily, gaze wandering away to stare at the disheveled scenery. The snow was torn up where he and loner had done battle, red stains apparent throughout. I must be bleeding more than I realized. He snorted at the thought, letting his gaze linger on Shadow as they reappeared and flopped down at his side. They were warm, a stark contrast to the stinging cold of the snow against his belly. Their words, however, sent a chill up his spine. "Hey Quill, why don't you tell about your puphood?" He grew tense at the memories that flooded into his mind at the statement. A soft, scornful, chuckle escaped his maw before he could fight it back. "What puphood?" He began, coldly. Immediately regretting the harshness of his words, he drew in a deep breath and sighed. "I'm sorry. There's not much to talk about, or- nothing I would like to talk about." He quickly said, an apologetic tone to his voice. His story was a well-known one, at least from everyone else's perspective. Much of the pack knew about how he was raised, the things he had done... A feeling of remorse settled over his shoulders and he slowly lifted his head from the ground. Sending a distressed gaze towards Shadow, he wanted desperately to shoo the thoughts from his mind. "I haven't heard much from your past, if you're willing to tell me about it." He offered, a soft but pained smile forming on his features. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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estervan (#230307)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 20:03:27 |
Raymond | Abandoned hospital (Insurgent Territory) | Mentions: Isa (Indirectly) She awoke from her light nap, her eyes perking up at the noise of snow falling roughly. Raymond walked over to a broken window, watching as the once dark land covered in white snow. She wondered where Isa was now, was she hurt? Was she in danger? If she was they'd probably win the fight already, after all Isa is the most strongest dog I know. The dog thought to herself, letting out a light sigh as she looked back at the messy and dusty room she was in. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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murderthistle | they/it/any (#230278) Confused View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 20:15:44 |
Shatter| Loner| Abolition Camp| Mentions- Likaen, Rye, Ferrer Shatter grudgingly followed what must be the healer dog. She limped up the stairs with some difficulty, then as the healer turned his head to growl at her, "If you try anythin-" She bristled, then noticed another dog sleeping in the corner. She shot a half-hearted glare at the healer, then spoke in an annoyed voice. 'Do you really think I'd be able to harm anyone like this?' she said, nodding at her paw. 'And I haven't gone so far as to attack someone who can't fight back.' she closed her eyes, her treacherous mind whispering. Really? Last I checked that wasn't the case... remember-- She cut the thought off violently with a small face of pain. No- It wasn't my fault. She sighed, closing her eyes. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 21:17:26 |
Ferrer | Abolition Healer | Location: Abolition Camp. Mentions: Shatter, Likaen (Directly.) Slip. (Indirectly.) "Do you really think I'd be able to harm anyone like this?" Ferrer leaned over and grabbed a mouth full of moss. Lifting his head, he glared down at the loner. The sun leaking in through the windows caused the scars across his body to reflect the light and shimmer slightly. All of them were of canine origin, the teeth marks gashed into his face blatantly telling a story of past battles he had faced. "Aye. You could, lass and I'd be a fool to believe otherwise." He responded harshly, eyes narrowed and voice muffled by the fiber. The inhospitable attitude he had put on was still apparent in his features as he stepped forwards and scooped up a bit of the paste onto the plant. "Hold still, this will sting a bit." He warned before pressing the mixture into the laceration. The thick substance stuck the moss to her paw instantly and Ferrer stepped back to study the wound before turning and snatching one of the long dried leaves from the ground. He folded the makeshift bandage around her ankle and foot, completely encompassing the injury within. With that, he took a moment to admire his handiwork before swinging around with a hum. "That's a pretty deep wound, lass. I'd say you're lucky to still have all yer digits." He spoke as he shoved whatever moss was left over back into the space it had been in. "Stay off of it for a while and it should heal up nicely." He added, shaking the bits of lichen stuck to his muzzle away. Ferrer straightened his stance and turned to look at Likaen with a hardened gaze. "I'll be takin' my leave. If you intend on keepin' this loner in camp, keep an eye on them. We've had enough tragedy lately." His tone was filled with distrust as he brushed past the other two dogs without another word. He took one last gaze towards the young pup in the corner and raised an eyebrow towards his leader. "Listen out for 'em in case he wakes up. I'll be back soon." Isa | Insurgent Leader | Location: Insurgent Camp. Mentions: Slip, Jet. She had sat back on her haunches, watching the pup curiously as they seemingly mimicked her aggravated stances. She snorted quietly, reaching out with her paw and gently batting the toddling creature a few inches across the slick floor. "Good try, mite. You might make a leader yet." She mumbled jokingly, her voice still cold and unfeeling despite the attempt at humor. A slight movement made her gaze harden and snap forwards. She stood up suspiciously, her fur rising along her back as she crept slowly out of the entrance to the hospital. A strange dog, in her territory? She would see them buried in a shallow grave before she let them escape scot-free. Isa lurched forwards with a snarl, a plume of snow cascading from her paws as she dashed to face the intruder. As she studied their features, however, she was met with an all-too-familiar face. "Jet?" She blurted out, the tenseness in her muscles melting away. "How could this be?" She started- eyes boring into the metal contraption around her son's waist. He carried an odd scent, one that made her skin crawl, and he was looking back at her. What had happened to him? "Where the hell have you been?" Her tone was suddenly much harsher, cold eyes fixing onto the face of her son. Does this mean Quillon is alive as well? She wanted to say, but kept the thought to herself. The sudden, rushing feeling of betrayal that formed in her chest wasn't something that she easily could force away. She bared her teeth at Jet as she awaited his answer, her expression aggravated but expectant. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 16/09/21 @ 21:23:52 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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murderthistle | they/it/any (#230278) Confused View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 21:42:55 |
Shatter| Loner| Abolition Camp| Mentions- Likaen, Ferrer Shatter's face was stony as the healer patched up her paw. It stung, but she kept her face motionless. The wolfdog ignored his comments. She tested the paw carefully, lifted it back up, then watched him depart. He whispered something to Likaen. She knew she wasn't welcome, and she knew why. Shatter didn't mind though. She was a monster, and everyone could see through her. Her ears were pinned back as she stepped down the stairs carefully once more. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Skippy Brambles Bon Vaunenπ (#188943) Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 22:15:21 |
Aramis | Insurgent Scout | Location: Insurgent Border Mentions: Shadow, Quillon, Daivik, Curly(Directly) "I can make it back just fine." Aramis looked at him doubtfully, taking none of it, and it was clear on her features, despite how stubborn he sounded. She didn't exactly think that a dog with an open flank whose noticeably getting more wobbly can 'make it back just fine', anyone who would think that was a fool. Her eyes flashed with alarm as she saw how tired the brute got, eventually lying down, as if his legs couldn't support him anymore. "Ara, it might be a good idea to go for help. He's not going to make it back with just us. I'll stay and keep him awake, I promise." Aramis still gazed at him doubtedly, and also worriedly, her ears flicking in Shadow's direction. "I wouldn't let him stop me." She said, no afraid to loudly announce that she was, in fact, going. As stubborn as Quillon was it still wouldn't override her own. Aramis finally fixed Shadow with a promising gaze, dipping her head as she already began to take a few steps back. "I'll be quick, be sure of that." She said, and without giving Shadow proper time to respond, she whirled around, darting back from where she came and leaving a cloud of snow in her wake. Her pace was fast and urgent, long, thin legs working furiously as she flew across the snow ridden territory of Insurgent. Gods, she didn't want to have to go all the way back to camp to find someoneβ while realistically it wouldn't have been too long with how fast she was going, in Aramis's head it felt like hours added to her task. Almost as if she willed it into existence, the figure of two dogs faded into view, one alabaster furred and tall, toweringly so, and the dog next to them a much smaller size. The sight of them only egged her on to move faster despite the soreness of her limbs for running around so much today, but at least it prevented her legs from getting too cold. She got close enough to recognize the two dogs as Daivik and Curly, both warriors, and she missed the fact they were currently looking at something. Once she reached them her sprint came to a stop, the spotted dame looking unusually distressed as she looked at them, flanks heaving as she went to catch her breath. She paused for a second, lowering her head to do just that, but also giving her mind some time to put what she had to tell them into words, so they wouldn't come out in a jumbled mess. Finally she looked up, panting. "Thank the Gods I found you two! Please, we need your help. Shadow and I found Quillon and he's in bad shape, a loner attacked him. Please, we don't have much time." Her voice was quick and startlingly urgent, a stark contrast to her usually poised demeanor. Once she was finished she was already sideways backing away, back to where she came, looking at the two desperately and expectantly to see if they would come with her. They'd better. Why wouldn't they? Vanadis | Loner Pup | Location: Unclaimed Territory, Abandoned Storehouse Mentions: Roland(Directly) Vanadis was still unaware of the others presence, his scent easily sneaking past her unexperienced nose under the warm scent of mice and other rodents. She leaned, peering through some of the aisles, hoping to see or at least hear her family somewhere inside. She came to the conclusion that they weren't there after she was met with silence, which didn't continue too long before a rough, strange sounding voice cut through it. "That's far enough, little broad." Frightened, her head spun towards the origin of the voice, but the owner of it had reached her lightning fast, her gaze meeting with his legs before they'd dart up to his face, which loomed over her at a startling height. Her heart immediately dropped, a startled bark immediately erupting from her as her legs worked to launch herself away from him instinctively. This did anything but get her further away from him however, the the small bits of snow on the ground and melted snow making the floor awfully slick. Her paws didn't have a grip on the ground at all because of this, and with the speed of her movements, her large paws were swept right underneath her. Legs flailing, she fell on her back with a dull thud echoing against the walls of the storehouse, the young broad pulling her paws tightly close to her chest soon after. Oh stars, this was terrible. Is she going to die? She doesn't want to dieβ she just wanted to find her parents! Even though the brute had no real intention of harming her, the look of absolute terror on her face alluded to the fact she assumed he was going to, still remaining on her back. What could she do now? He could easily stop her if she tried to flee now, Vanadis thought. Her coat was fluffed out to almost twice her size, an almost comical sight to see if th mood was.. you know, a little less tense. Her lips drew back in a silent snarl, revealing small, pearly white teeth that barely looked like it would do more than sting if she actually bit him. She wanted to appear unafraid, but the trembling of her frame easily betrayed that demeanor she tried to put out, her ears flattened against her skull. At... least she was brave? Her eyes never strayed from his form as he went around to block the buildings exit, still looming over her. "Did you not catch my scent on the way in?" His words rolled off of his tongue in a strange way, Vanadis struggling to make out a small portion of it, but she was able to understand after a few heartbeats. "L-leave me alone." She said instinctively in response, trying to keep her voice strong and steady, but her words were broken up with stutters. She didn't really mean to say that, it was the first words that raced to her maw when she opened it. Vanadis was quiet for a heartbeat or two before regret started to kick in from what she said. I should answer his question, I don't want to make him angry. She thought wisely, forcing her lips to fall back over her aws, though they still twitched nervously. "No." She finally answered in a short, blunt manner, her paws still held close to her chest as she stared at him with wide eyes. Her eyes wandered over to a large scar that parted the fur along his chest, her gaze narrowing at it before they'd dart back to his face, as if believing if she looked away too long he would try to eat her right then and there. Why didn't she sniff out if anybody else was here? That was one of the many things Njord and Heimdalli taught her! I'm so stupid- Deanira | Insurgent Co-Lead | Location: Insurgent Camp Mentions: Synopy(Directly), Ferrer, Shatter, Rye, Likaen, Isa(Indirectly) Deanira stuck out dramatically against the white washed lands of Chernobyl, the heavy doe resting in an area where she could easily oversee camp, idly watching the dogs go by with an almost blank expression. Unlike Synopy; Deanira didn't feel as troubled as she rasped her tongue over her paws, ridding it of the snow that had caked in between her paws. It seemed like the doe had gotten better after the death of Mavy, which struck her hard, considering the fact that the doe recently had her puppies. She couldn't help but feel resentful towards Insurgent because of the murder one of their dogs committed, but it eventually ebbed away with enough reasoning on her end, even if Insurgent's leader refused to address it when one of her dogs came by their camp. While it was sad, Mavy was on their territory when she was found, what she was doing Deanira didn't know, but it meant that Insurgent was defending their territory, which was fair for the most part. Maybe her death was purely an accident, which Deanira truly hoped was the case. She didn't like the idea of a war breaking out as much as anybody else did. Tension was already high enough and they don't need anymore of it. Though, during the blizzard and after, it didn't seem like too much was going on. That was good. At least Mavy's children have someone to take care of them. She thought, her gaze wandering over to the tall, dark figure of Ferrer, addressing Likaen, a limping dark furred doe that Deanira failed to recognize, and Rye. From the distance between she and the group of dogs, Ferrer looked far less stressed than he really was to Deanira, her brow furrowing curiously. Fretting because the herb stores are running low, perhaps? I should send some scouts to go looking for herbs, if that's the case. If we can find any. She thought to herself just as a certain finnish spitz mix stumbled upon her. Her ears picked up the smaller does approach before she even spoke, Deanira turning to look at her, her gaze softening as she recognized Synopy, shifting slightly just in case Synopy made a move to settle down beside her. "Ah! Hello!" Deanira's tail would wag on the hard ground behind her at the sound of Synopy's voice, the corners of her lips curling into a soft smile, which softened when she noticed how uneasy the other looked. Deanira was already aware that the smaller doe struggled slightly with starting conversation, but she didn't mind at all, patting the ground next to her as if beckoning the other forward. The upper half of her body was pushed upward by her front paws as she gazed at her. "Hi Synopy, care to sit with me?" She offered, her blocky head tilting as she looked at her with a tinge of concern. "You feeling alright?" She asked the pretty doe gently. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 16/09/21 @ 22:18:56 by Skippy Brambles Bon Vaunenπ (#188943) |
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murderthistle | they/it/any (#230278) Confused View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-09-16 23:23:12 |
Artemis| Loner Pup| Insurgent Territory| Mentions- None Arty stumbled through a thick drift of snow, calling out in a cold, weak voice. 'Vanadis,' she cried, 'Where are you?' she closed her eyes and shivered as a brittle wind blew past her. What happened? Where- where did her parents go? She shuddered. 'Heimdalli?' The little wolf staggered forward, her thick fur providing some protection from the biting wind, but not enough. She finally stopped and lifted her snout. A loud, desperate howl erupted from her throat. Even though she was part dog, her howl sounded more like a wolf's, carrying clear and long through the forest and buildings. Hopefully her family or even another wolf. Her sad song carried for a few seconds, bouncing off of trees. She crouched next to a tree, hoping, waiting. Her honey-yellow and white pelt was barely visible in the snow. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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