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| ↣ breed: great dane ↢ | x | ↣ gender: male ↢ | x | ↣ age: three ↢ | x | ↣ rank: beta ↢ | x | ↣ location: under a tree ↢ | x | ↣ tags: open ↢ |
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xxxxxthat had been days ago, before the big storm had made it hard for the pack to do anything at all, even go out for a simple walk around the borders. he remembered the incident well, and although the chaos had died down after a while, they had taken the pointer hostage, and marmaduke wasn't sure if it was the best idea. sure if they had scared the dog off he had a chance of returning, but ultimately it would've given him a wake up call to buzz off. injure the canine? it could have also worked, and it would have showed the other strays that the pack meant business. but what if there weren't just two dogs? what if it was a group of strays? even a small pack? now that they had a hostage there would be dogs looking for the stray, and since they had no idea how many dogs he had been with, they had no way to prepare. marmaduke had pondered this situation for a while, and he worried that some pack dogs would be in harms way. he hoped the weather got better and that it got better soon, because they had been dormant for a while and it was best to get the pack back on it's feet. shaking the thought from his head, marmaduke looked up at the tree he was under. it was a willow tree not far from camp, one of his favourite spots after he had found the pack not too long ago. it was somewhat hidden and was big enough for a group of long paws, which was tons of room for duke. it's leaves danced and swayed in the wind, and in the spring, small, colourful blossoms could be seen amongst the leaves. but, the blossoms only lasted the season and were gone again by summer, leaving just the leaves hanging from the droopy branches. xxxxxhe had made a nest with the fallen leaves not very long after finding the tree. nothing extravagant, just a place to lay down after a hard day in the pack, like when he got into trouble with caleb, when he was frustrated, or simply on a day like the one today, under the safety of the branches. it was peaceful and he enjoyed it, for he was never one for anything too outgoing and adventurous. but, the time to go back to the camp always came up and marmaduke was always forced to leave his resting place eventually. he sighed and hoisted himself up on his tall legs, crumpling the leaves in his makeshift bed as he did so, and walked out of the shelter of the willow tree. as soon as the branches rested behind him once again, he regretted exiting out of his hidden hide out immediately. the weather was still dreary and humid, causing him to break out into an uncomfortably cold sweat. it was also slightly windy and would probably cause a slight wave of illness in the pack, something that he knew the dogs wouldn't be happy about. he sighed again at the miserable look of it all and continued to walk.xxxxxmarmaduke had waited for his cue to go and hunt for the other dog, but claleb had only laughed at the stray, looking as if he was about to tear the poor brute to bits. for a moment, marmaduke was a bit scared. what, with his alpha showing a boiling vengeance to kill, who wouldn't be? he looked like a killer. it was something marmaduke would never say out loud, but it was true. the tint in his fur, the anger, the size, he looked like one of them... marmaduke was glad he hadn't darted off just yet, or the pointer would've been dead right then and there. although being concerned for his alpha's actions, the beta remained calm until he was yelled at by the dog pinned down by his leader's paws. "no! don't even think about going after him! i won't let you! do with me what you will, take me back to your stupid camp . . kill me if you'd like, but don't lay a single tooth or claw on his pelt, or i'll tear you apart no matter how long it takes or how many of your packmates stand in my way. no one threatens someone that i care about and lives to tell a single tale." at this, marmaduke growled and looked down at the brute, he meant business if this dog didn't shut up, and he wasn't going to give any warnings. calm down, mutt! I was talking to the alpha. not like you can do anything even if you tried! he sneered before looking up at caleb, awaiting the answer that at the moment he hoped would be a no. just until the hybrid in front of him was able to calm down. marmaduke let out a silent sigh of relief once the alpha spoke his disagreement angrily, but also with amusem*nt in his voice, as if he had been waiting for a fight for years.do you think you could stop me? I could kill you with a single paw if I wanted to stray! I can and will do whatever I want to on my territory, do you understand? perhaps I might take up that offer about killing, though. I haven't killed a trespasser in a while and my paws itch for some blood. a bluff obviously, or at least the beta hoped it was for the sake of the pack. i might agree to spare your life, however, if you listen and do exactly as I say. now get up. you will be coming to my camp and staying there. don't worry about finding the other stray, duke. now that we have this pup . . . he will be finding us. and at that moment the relieved sigh had been queued, and marmaduke was left to watch how the seen was yet to go down.
xxxxxas he walked through the forest, he wondered if the storm would be the start of many, something he had wondered ever since the big growl had come. this wasn't a rare thought for marmaduke, he would always let his mind wander, just to amuse himself and keep him thinking. for what good was your brain if you didn't keep it entertained and intelligent with random thoughts and ideas. nothing in duke's opinion, an unintelligent brain was worth nothing when you needed to survive on your own or work together in a pack. so the brute started to think about his unsettling question. he supposed that there might be a number of other storms to come, maybe they were to come fast in the near future. or perhaps it would take a little time for a storm like the one they had to show up again. marmaduke would always remember lying around his old home after his boy had went to school, his other longpaws looking at a shining box that seemed to speak, a extraordinary invention in itself. a male and female longpaw would take turns talking about different unsettling things, as words and pictures showed up on the box's screen. things like 'murder' and 'kidnappings' but storms were talked about quite a lot too. he wondered where the storms were, and how the longpaws in the box knew about such things, but now he most of all worried if the storms had happened in the same places, and if the same thing would happen to them. it was a complicated thing to think about, and would never be something the beta would really quite understand.
xxxxxhe chuckled to himself at his lack of an attention span as his mind wandered from the pack hostage to storms, to tiny longpaws trapped in boxes who knew about everything around the world. he listened to the squish of his paws as they sank in the mud with each step, his paws turning from white to a dark brown from the filth the rain had caused. finally, he started to reach the camp, dogs in sight and bringing some life to the dead surroundings of the forest, for most of the wildlife was still in hiding in their shelters or crowding near the fresh water granted by the rain. with long strides and a lolled out tongue, he reached the camp and returned to his serious, second-in-command demeanor, wondering if any tiny longpaws knew about what was happening in their city.
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| ↣ breed: king c. spaniel ↢ | x | ↣ gender: female ↢ | x | ↣ age: five ↢ | x | ↣ rank: omega ↢ | x | ↣ location: at the lake ↢ | x | ↣ tags: open ↢ |
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xxxxxshe got up from the bank and lapped up some water, stretching and shaking her pelt before walking along the edge of the body of water. surely she would find someone here, right? the lake was always heavily guarded and even though the weather had been quite dreary, the dogs wouldn't give up a main water source for a clean dry pelt, would they? fluffy remembered when she had first showed up to the pack, her fur nicely groomed and trimmed, a nicely adjusted black collar around her neck, accompanied by a small pink bow. she looked like a leash dog no doubt, and it must of made other pack dogs sick of her from the start. if she could see herself when she had first been introduced to the pack now, she would be have at least gave the spaniel a chance to prove herself. wouldn't she? she'd accept her offers of food and not assign her to the omega spot immediately, right? no. she wouldn't have. she would've made the same decision caleb had that first day. fluffy could barely hunt and was anything but scary. heck, when she had first arrived she didn't like getting dirty and made sure to keep clean. she was a train wreck for a pack dog. simply unworthy. but times had changed since she had arrived as the princess leash dog she used to be. xxxxxnow, her for was dirty and matted and only really got cleaned when she was brave enough to venture to the shallow side of the lake, and even then the water was slightly murky and dirty as well. the fur on her ears was overgrown and so was her coat in general, making her hot easily being a longer haired dog and made her appreciate winter tremendously. her fur flopped around and there was no doubt that she had had a case of fleas numerous times, what pack dog hadn't? lastly, her collar was gone. it was a cheap collar, really. just something to put on your dog so they looked pretty and cute, nothing that would help her in the long run. and as much as it pained fluffy to leave it when it finally ripped one day, she did and it was gone forever. it had made her very itchy though, so she guessed it was for the best. something that she did appreciate from her longpaw was that she had gotten an excruciating ear treatment to prevent her from getting ear infections when she still lived in a house, and this helped a great deal when you were leaving as a pack dog that was open to sickness. as much as it was absolute torture when she had it given to her. she shivered, remembering it all too well. xxxxxslightly saddened by the thoughts of her old longpaw companion but at the same time greatful for what she had done, fluffy kept walking and stopped, giving up on finding somebody to talk to and instead sitting by the shallow water she had come across instead. she barked a little and stopped, panting and barked again. it was a simple call for some company, as yippy as it sounded, and if anyone cared they would show. although, being the omega fluffy wasn't sure if any of the pack dogs actually did, and awaited if anyone would arrive at the lake. whether it be because of her call, because they were on patrol or even if they just needed some water, she didn't care which, she just wanted someone to talk to. she sighed and looked at her reflection with a yawn, making a little squeak as she did. man. she said softly, a sound barely audible, this'll be a long day.xxxxxthere was one thing about being omega that fluffy didn't mind too much, and that was the fact that she could go anywhere she pleased, and no one ever cared. unless she did something troublesome or selfish of course, but being the suck up the little dog was, she would never actually do such a thing unless by accident. today she had made her way to the lake that was highly guarded by the pack. well, of course it would be, it was one of the only places in the city you could actually find water that wasn't full of filth. she never liked the water, for the fae wasn't the best swimmer due to her stubby legs, although the look of the water after the storm had showed and the overall beauty of the risen water level made her extremely curious, and she just had to go explore. she loved to explore. it was a wonderful thing for any dog to do and it gave her a better understanding of the huge pack territory, which she swore she still hadn't fully been around. it made her extremely curious of what was out there, beyond the battered city streets and forests full of trees, but for now, she would stick to the lake as her furthest exploration point for a while. no sense in getting lost when no one cares to come look for you. that's simply a one way ticket to long hard nights and inevitable death. she told herself in her thoughts. she didn't like the thought of being alone one bit, being the social dog she was. so, she decided to find a dog that could put up with her and push her horrid thoughts aside.
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| ↣ breed: german shepherd ↢ | x | ↣ gender: female ↢ | x | ↣ age: two ↢ | x | ↣ rank: stray ↢ | x | ↣ location: the meat shop ↢ | x | ↣ tags: samson ↢ |
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xxxxxthat was a few days ago, before the two strays had been trapped in a shop as their only shelter, before the rain had turned to a storm and before the door had finally given up and slammed from the force of the wind. iris wasn't too bored with the company of the brute, but she wasn't having the time of her life either, she was getting very thirsty, and she itched to go out in the storm despite the danger to get something to drink. she had made plans to do this on many occasions, but each time she had cursed herself more than the last. did she not know what was out there in the storm? what lurked when the rain started? the damage it caused? yes, she knew very well what happened to the city in a storm like this, all the dogs did. and it wasn't good, it never was. so, the fae had stayed inside the shop with samson, feeling more and more bored and tired the more the days went by. the thunder had frightened her much more than usual, and on several occasions she had hid away in a corner and silently whined, hiding her fear from the fellow stray. but, the thunder was gone now. actually, the rain seemed to be quiet now too, there was no loud rumbling or pitter-patter at all as she could tell. could it be? after a couple long days of waiting was the storm finally- xxxxxiris, the rain has stopped. samson called out, his tail wagging furiously, his expression changed serious quickly and he looked at her with a steady glance, i'm going to go outside, are you coming? he asked her. anyone could tell the seriousness he portrayed was fake, that he was itching with excitement at the thought of going outside, but who wasn't? even iris herself was feeling giddy at the thought of running out and finding something to drink while also getting out of their boring shelter. she wagged her tail and nodded, yes, i'm coming, it'll be great to get out of this place, after so much waiting. she said. although she had loved the abundance of food in the shop, iris had never been so bored in her life after staying in the same shop over such a long period of time. having sam as company was great, but there was no place to run around in the shop and they both needed to stretch their legs out in the open for a while. she looked around the building with a safe feeling bubbling inside her chest. she was surprised that the meat shop was able to hold it's overall structure for the big growl and a thunder storm. she was grateful that was for sure. xxxxxshe walked around a bit to stretch her legs before looking over to ask sam if he knew where they could exit the meat shop. her mouth quickly snapped shut as she saw the dane pulling and wriggling himself through a crack in the building's back wall. iris couldn't help but let out a quiet giggle at the sight of her companion. although it may have been quick, it was more than she had showed any other dog of her humorous side. she was never one to laugh or make jokes in her killer years, and that trate plummeted even deeper when she became a stray, but the sight of the great dane making such an awkward escape to freedom amused her greatly, and when he was finally out of the clutches of the nasty crack in the wall, his response made her laugh even harder. well that was fantastic, i think i might have lost all of the fur on my back! iris didn't question this, for it definitely did look like he might have left a few tufts of fur on the jagged edges of the gap. yes it looks like it. are you alright? she said with an amused smile, proving it was more of a teasing comment than a question that needed an answer. if you are coming, then your good to go. it's times like these that i envy your smaller size. iris grinned, knowing that on the other side of the wall, samson couldn't see this. she quickly returned to her serious but equally happy at the moment personality and wriggled through the crack in the wall with ease. xxxxxshe shook off the dust and cement from her pelt and nodded her head quickly, as if to say that she was ready to go. with this, the brute turned to walk, the fae close behind him. she wasn't used to this following business and would have rather led the way, but knew not to say anything. this arrangement was best anyway, for iris never really had a very good sense of direction after big storms. she learned this after the big growl when her search for water turned into a fight for her life, both single life and overall life, when she ran into a group of bachelor brutes who had made the junk yard iris was heading for their home. of course, the german shepherd came out unfazed and had yet another few scars to prove it. after all, the brutes were much too lazy to run after iris once she had gotten bored of the fight, and they had definitely heard of the damage killers could do, which was helpful when she lied to them saying she was still part of the wretched pack. she remembered the fight well, as she did with all of her encounters. a boxer, a small black lab, most likely a runt, and an eskimo dog. savages, that's what they were. iris thought to herself. xxxxxwow... she heard samson say in front of her. a breathed word that was barely audible. she looked around, and was in the same amount of awe. the buildings were definetly even more damaged than before, making it look like the big growl had struck twice. it was beautiful in a way, something that was amazing in itself but at the same time frightening. she had mixed emotions about it all. she looked up at samson who was walking a little faster over the roads and dust, making the fae trot as well. finally, near some tall grass, they spotted a pool of water big enough for both of them to drink from. it looked safe, and the sight of sam drinking the water proved that they were in no danger, so iris joined in too at the opposite side of the pool. she drank fast and gratefully, letting the cool water flood her mouth. it was heaven after days of being cramped in the meat shop. but, the fae kept her ears perked, knowing that even though packdogs didn't wander too far from their territory and strays were probably still in hiding, it was best to keep a look out. and as she drank from the pool, that's exactly what iris did.xxxxxshe had seemed so amused because she had lied. lied about being a stray her whole life, about never having a home, about everything. she had lied. she wasn't a life long stray, she was a killer. a cold-blooded, aggressive and nasty, killer. but she wasn't like the others, she would never kill a dog and she would never be in a pack with so much anger, she just wasn't like the others. but how was she going to explain that to samson? that she wasn't like the rest of the pack that craved blood and the death of others, no no, she was different. that would never work, any dog in their right mind would leave a killer, past or present, to die. they would never want to even be near them. so she wouldn't tell him, at least not for now. she would avoid the question for as long as possible and would figure something out when the time came. but for now, she would keep quiet. i'm a stray dog from the bottom of my heart, always have been, always will. samson had replied afterward, the proud edge in his voice making it clear he had sensed her amusem*nt, i don't think i could live any other way, do you? at this, she sighed and looked out the door of the shop, watching the strong winds battle against the door as it struggled to stay open. she nodded her head and looked back toward the dane, her next response true no matter what the circ*mstance, no, i suppose not. and at that moment, the rain started.
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