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[queanbean]

Hazel & Turtle || Location: Collapsed shelter | Mood: Happy| Interaction(s): Afropuppy InTheSea Yahhah

It felt sort of incredible when all four dogs were tugging on that cloth. Like true teamwork which, to a collie who had never really never been exposed to other canines, was such a foreign concept. It would be a lie if she said it wasn't enjoyable, in a way.

Once the labrador popped free from her concrete prison it seemed like they all got a weight lifted off their shoulders. Turtle yipped and bounced around in circles excitedly. "We did it! Wow!" There was such a prideful glow in the pup's eyes. She pranced a bit, bashing her paws against the remaining rubble with a squeaky howl. "Take that!" She grinned, her stub of a tail wagging furiously.

"Hazel you're so smart." Turtle pranced over to her companion.

"Brains don't mean much if you don't have the means." The collie tipped her head and softly batted the pup with a paw. She seemed to have retreated back into her reserved ways, though her tail was wagging as well.

"You're welcome." She smiled at Kirah and her ears perked up. "And... thank you, too." She turned her head to the wolfdog, smile sinking into something sheepish and honest. "I don't think this would have worked without you." She lied down and licked at her paws. She could only imagine they were all a bit bruised up from the hard ground.

 

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Kirah

「Mentions:InTheSea, Bvmble, Yahhah」

Kirah, still wagging her tail, shook all the dust off of her and laid down next to where she had been freed. She noticed a bit of blood, which was probably the result of all the struggling she had been doing before the others arrived. Even though it was definitely noticable, it wasn't much so she decided to leave it for the time being. She was very hungry at that point, she hadn't eaten since the plague hit. That was... 4 days now? 5 maybe? She had lost count already. She needed to find food, but probably couldn't on her own. Maybe the other dogs could help? That way everyone would get a meal out of it.

Finally, she snapped out of her thoughts, turned to the others and said "I haven't seen any other dogs at all ever since those humans took them. I have a feeling that finding food will be a struggle now...Hey, that's a pretty good excuse to stay together, isn't it?" Kirah didn't know what kind of response she was going to get, but it was worth a shot at least. Even if the worst case scenario happened, she would just be alone again. That was a feeling she had already gotten used to a long time ago.


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[InTheSea]

Cocoa

“Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”

Hurray!!!

The little pup nodded her head when the wolfdog, Creed, spoke about how he hoped other dogs would have rescued him if he were in a similar predicament. Anyone would want that! It only momentarily crossed her mind that having a roof collapse on her might not have ended up as well as it did for the lab... But she couldn't dwell on that. And she wouldn't, because she was a puppy and puppies were too young to think about things that may or may not happen.

Feeding off Turtles excited energy, she barked at what remained of the crumpled concrete ceiling and proceeded to kick her hind legs in its direction as if she were covering her droppings. And in a way, she was. Cocoa perked up her ears when Turtle praised Hazel, and she bounded up besides the other pup and barked out in agreement.

"Yeah, Hazel, that was a great idea!" Ah, now she learned the border collies name! She dropped down on her forelegs and barked again, before hopping back into a standing position. Kirah spoke next, and it immediately sparked knowledge that she already had.

"Actually, I know where we can get food!" The dachshund hopped on her feet excitedly. "And we can all stay together there. No one has been there since I found it." There was no hiding her pride that she found food, and a place to sleep out of the elements.

"Oh! By the way, my name is Cocoa!" She beamed a smile on her little muzzle. "Nice to meet you all!"

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[Kittensmew]

Nona, half of her body stuffed inside a trashcan that had fallen over, jumped at the sudden outburst of excited barks. Her lanky body clunked against the top of the can with a loud thud. She released a low whine and crouched as low down as she could. After shaking her head, she glanced over her shoulder. It was difficult to see much, and the only things she could smell were rotting food and trash. Releasing a huff, she returned her gaze forward and focused on the black bags inside the trashcan. Her teeth bared as she grabbed the bag and attempted to rip it open. Her muzzle clanked against the sides of the can a few times, at which point she released the bag. Luckily she had succeeded in creating an opening in the bag. Her long paws gripped onto the hole and pulled downward, opening it even more. A few pieces of trash rolled out of the bag. She then stuffed her nose in the bag, sniffing around for any sort of food. Although she couldn't smell much except for trash, and soon grabbed onto something. She gripped down on whatever she had found hard. It was sort with a tiny bit of a crunch. The lanky dog began backing out of the trashcan with her prize in tow.
After exiting the trashcan, she dropped whatever it was that she was holding. It was about half of a loaf of old bread. She tilted her head at the object and gave it a few sniffs. It still smelled decently fresh. Deciding she didn't have much else to choose from on the menu, she picked the bread up again. Another round of distant barking sounded, causing her to jump once more. She peered behind her shoulder, but saw nothing on the empty street behind her. The thought of locating the sources of the sound crossed her mind. However, what if it was someone that would try to take her bread? She gave a gentle whine as she thought about her options.
Nona padded down the empty streets, her lunch hanging from her mouth. She had decided to see who was making all that racket. As she walked down the street, the barking got louder and louder. Soon she could smell several other dogs. She lowered her head and crept towards the group slowly. Deciding it best to keep her distance, the lanky dog found a pile of rubble and hid behind it. She peeked her head around the side of the rubble and watched the group curiously.

Egan panted vigorously as he kicked his large, hind legs. His only front leg was planted on the street as he struggled. "Come on!" he growled to himself as he stopped struggling. With a sigh, he looked over his shoulder at the lower half of his body. It had become stuck in a rather small hole in the wall. Just moments ago he was stuck in a cage yet again. When the humans came, they seemed to clear out the entire pound, but left him. He still couldn't figure out why he had gotten left behind, but he decided he wasn't going to sit in a cage and slowly starve. The cranes the humans had brought ended up assisting him by creating a hole in the wall, as well as allowing enough damage to his cage for him to get out. The only downside was that the hole in the wall wasn't quite big enough for him to wiggle out of. After some time of trying, he had managed to get his front half free.
The large dog began kicking his legs again, making another attempt at freeing himself. He stopped once more when he heard some relatively close barking. His ears perked as he stood still and listened. "More dogs? I thought they all got taken!" he mumbled to himself. Maybe some more dogs got left behind? He let of a few grunts and huffs as he began to struggle again. Releasing a whine, he started to believe that he would be trapped here forever. After another minute or two of trying to escape, however, he shot forward and landed face first into the concrete in front of him. A little dazed, he stumbled to his feet with a groan. Egan then sat down and began panting once more. With his older age, he became worn out much easier. He allowed himself to take a few seconds to relax, then pushed himself up onto his paws. With one last glance at the wall that previously imprisoned him, he set off towards all the noise.

 

[Yahhah]

Creed​

Creed stayed sitting down, he nodded at the collie when she thanked him again feeling the tiniest warmth rise in his chest at any kind of praise. He cocked his head when the Labrador mentioned finding food and how that was a reason to stay together. Creed hasn’t imagined the dogs would stay together after helping the lab so that came as a bit of a shock to him. He’d met a few other dogs since the humans had disappeared but most of them had been alone and vicious. “I am a bit hungry myself” the Wolfdog agreed, he noticed the little pup mention something about knowing a place where they could go to find food and shelter. He wasn’t really sure about it, but then Creed was rarely sure of anything. He’d probably just go with wherever the other dogs decided to go if they didn’t mind him of course. “My name is Creed” he introduced himself.

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[Catharsis]

The sun peaked through the cracks of the wooden planks above Vayda. She did her best to ignore the groans inside her stomach as she used her paws to burrow further into the dirt beneath the porch. This had been her home for the past two days. As far as shelters went, this made for a pretty good one. The dirt stayed cool when the air was hot, and the tarp on the side kept her out of the wind. The puddles of water were a bonus, so she could retreat to her shelter when she began to feel thirsty during the day. It was also important to check up on her bird bones, which she had covered up with dirt towards the far edge of the porch for safe keeping.
Once she felt as if she had dug a good enough hole to fit her body into, she gave it a shot, and rolled over into it. Wiggle. Wiggle. "Hm.." Wiggle."Perfect!" she noted out loud. Her belly moaned. There hadn't been food for days. The most Vayda had gotten on her stomach was a patch of grass, which she later vomited up. Her nose hadn't picked up on anything good since early that morning, and she lost the trail. Even more than she was hungry, she was sad. She hadn't picked up on her family's scent in so long. It just didn't make and sense to her. One day they were there. Her favorite human had seemed off for a couple of days, but Vayda was taking such good care of her! Then suddenly, they all rushed out, and never came back. Maybe they forgot her, but that couldn't be true. They took her everywhere. She knew it was bad when she chewed through the door, but she just knew they were out there somewhere, or at least, someone had to be out there.
Vayda checked on her bones one last time before leaving her shelter. She needed to find food or help soon. She knew they were out there somewhere.

 

[queanbean]

Hazel & Turtle || Location: Collapsed shelter | Mood: Happy| Interaction(s): Afropuppy InTheSea Yahhah

Hazel was wary of sticking around with the other dogs - a larger group meant that any resources would be spread thinner and she wasn't very used to the concept of sharing, having been totally spoiled by her owners. But, the collie realized it wasn't just her anymore anyway, and she wasn't exactly the wisest when it came to scavenging. She dropped her gaze to the gleeful pup beside her and sighed, letting her ears droop a bit.

"Food? Where?" Turtle grinned, tail wagging wildly. "Wow, Cocoa, you're so smart!" She seemed too distracted to make an introduction so Hazel lifted a paw and softly batted it on her head. "Turtle. And I'm Hazel." Her fluffy tail wagged subtly.

"In any case..." Hazel said after a moment. "We should probably get moving. No doubt we aren't the only dogs in the area and I... can't help feeling they aren't all so kind." Her ears flick back. "I'm not sure I'd like to risk finding out for sure."

 

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Kirah

「Mentions: InTheSea, Yahhah, Bvmble」

Kirah heard the collie's suggestion and stood up. "You're right," she awnsered. "The other strays are.... Brutal to say the least." She stopped wagging her tail at the thought of the others. "Trust me, I know from experience" She tried to take the thought of them and quickly changeed the subject. "I'm Kirah by the way, glad to meet you all" She tries to force a smile and wagged her tail again.


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[InTheSea]

Cocoa

“Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”

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Introductions were made, and Cocoa was ecstatic. So many new friends! And there was another potential friend in the making, but there was far too much distraction and far too many scents covering up the new one at the moment.

So the big one was named Creed, the other pup was called Turtle, the collie was named Hazel (she remembered from earlier!), and the trapped lab called herself Kirah!

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Cocoa hopped backwards, sending her ears bouncing from the effort. "The food is this way!" She let out a bark, turned and ran a couple of yards in the direction of her store was, then turned back around to bark again to get the others to follow her.

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[Kittensmew]

Nona pinned back her ears as she watched the small group of dogs. She could barely make out what they were discussing, but she managed to figure out a few words here and there. Something about moving on? She glanced over her shoulder to the empty street beyond. Her eyes drifted on the street as she thought. Would she be better off just remaining on her own? Though this might be her only chance at meeting up with other dogs for quite some time. She returned her gaze forward at the small group. One of the smaller dogs had already moved a fair distance. Releasing a small whine, she clamped down harder on the bread that hung from her mouth. She finally made the decision to approach the group. Besides, if worse came to worse she could always leave, right? Her lanky legs began slowly walking towards the small group. She prepared herself to sprint away in the case that they attempted to steal her bread. As she approached, she remained silent, but lowered her head toward the ground.

Egan soon located the source of all the noise. He bounded towards a small group of dogs, tail wagging excitedly. There were quite a few dogs gathered, certainly more than what he had imagined. The three legged lab approached the group with no hesitation. "Hello!" he barked in an excited greeting. His gaze drifted towards each member of the little group. He noted that the group consisted of another lab, a dachshund, a border collie, some sort of mix breed pup, and some sort of strange looking canine? His tail continued to wag until he noticed another dog. This one was a short distance from the group, and gripped some sort of food. "Who is that?" he questioned as he stared at what appeared to be another dog that had just found the group.

 

[Quiddles]

Saga

Age: 1 ½
Gender: Female
Breed: Norwegian Lundehund
Notes: None

Saga usually enjoyed long walks, but she was discovering that they were not so much fun on her own. She wondered what had happened to the dogs who had lived with their neighbors. She hadn't seen or heard any of them. Were they stuck inside, unable to open door-handles or fit through cat-flaps? Saga had gone for several walks with her human pack, and knew the territory well, but although it looked the same now it didn't smell the same. There was the smell of dust in the air, but the acrid edge of vehicle fumes had faded and the scents of the humans were stale. It was quiet too. No cars, no bicycles.

The eerily quiet suburb disturbed her, her own house too silent and still to draw her back. Her paws took her further, towards the place of shops, and now she found that things had changed. Broken walls, the jagged teeth of concrete shards and the twisted talons of girders lurked beneath a light haze of dust. Saga began to run, her head turning to stare at the empty shell that had been the pizza takeaway, where her human children had liked to sit on the steps outside and feed her the slices of pepperoni off their pizzas. She made a turn into what should have been a short-cut down an alley, and found herself clambering over fallen bricks. A dumpster had been torn open in the destruction and blocked the route, jagged edges sharp on her nose and paws when she tested them to see if she could climb over them.

Next to the little hound a garbage sack had burst open and something or someone had already been through it, trying to find something edible among the fly-crawling, rotting morass spilling out. Ignoring the stench, Saga made a leap over the low but sharp side of the broken dumpster, onto the ladder of a fire escape. Her strange, agile paws gripped just enough to hold her slight weight. An scramble- awkward to human eyes but remarkable for a dog- took her to the top of the ladder, and she paused there, looking out over the ruined street and calculating her next move. Was there anyone else out there? Could she see something moving? Or was it just a rat?

 

[Yahhah]

Creed
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Creed noted the other dogs's words. He got to his feet, "I'm up for leaving before we attract notice" he agreed. Though he was probably the biggest dog in the group, Creed did not like to fight at all. He had to admit he was very amused by Cocoa's antics, he'd never really been around other puppies so it was entertaining to see that kind of enthusiasm. He was going to follow the pup as he figured the others would when his ear suddenly flicked to the right and he jumped back as if he'd seen a ghost, he inspected the other dog who'd shown up a bit suspiciously, while sidestepping to create a bit more distance. He noted that the dog was carrying something. His head turned when he heard yet another dog appear. It was another Labrador, though this one seemed to be missing a leg. Creed cocked his head towards it. It seemed to be friendly. "Hello"?

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[Quiddles]

Nero

Age: 5
Gender: Male
Breed: Pitbull
Notes: NPC, anyone can post for him

Life has never been kind or gentle towards Nero. Badly-bred and badly-raised, his destiny was set before him without his choice. He was born to a fighting dog, sired by another. His ears and tail were cropped and docked before his eyes had fully opened, to leave mere stumps that would give another dog nothing to bite and hold. He and his litter-mates were never discouraged from play-fighting, but were goaded and prodded into greater efforts. A minor form of epilepsy meant that he would wake from sleep snapping and snarling and biting anything and anyone within reach until he came back to his senses, but his breeder saw this as a good omen and never sought treatment.

Nero was primed for the dog-fighting ring, chained and conditioned and deliberately set upon weaker dogs to teach him how to fight. The raid on his trainer should have been redemption, but brought only a series of failed adoptions, each leaving him more bitter and vicious and angry than the last. He escaped more than once, preferring a tough and solitary life on the streets where he could rule the other strays with tooth and muscle, free of collars and muzzles and closed doors.

When the plague came it did not take him long to eat his latest human prison-crate into splinters. The food left in his would-be rescuer’s house lasted him a little while, long enough for him to turn his strength and steel-trap jaws on the door to the outside world. Then he stalked the streets, looking for food and trouble. He was a malignant clenched fist of muscle, teeth and scars, fuled by fury. His dark brindle coat masked him in the shadows and the darkness of night, black claws clicking on sidewalks like the ticking countdown of the clock of destruction.

He was guided by his ears and his nose and the growling hunger of his stomach, following stale scents and the sounds of a fight, past tumbledown storefronts. A squabble of mangy strays was tussling in and out of the broken windows and doorway of an almost intact building. One broke away and fled the scene, a bag of kibble flapping and bumping from his mouth, and Nero did not bother to follow. Nor did he bother to snarl a warning to the others. In two bounds his teeth closed on the spine of a filthy, skinny spaniel, sending it flying into a wall with a flick of his head. A German shepherd, with a collar still new-looking about his neck, rounded on the newcomer with a growl. As the shepherd bristled and hackled, Nero launched himself. He had no time for such posturing, and within seconds the other dog was sent limping and whimpering off down the street.

His superiority proven, no other challenges came Nero’s way. He stalked down the aisles like an emperor, his heavy paw-prints mixing with the mess left by the other strays and blotting out the tiny tracks left by one little dachshund puppy. He was hungry, and here at last was food. Satisfied, he began to eat.

Saga

Age: 1 ½
Gender: Female
Breed: Norwegian Lundehund
Notes: None

Saga heard the distant sounds of a fight, her nose wrinkling in concern as she tried to catch a scent of it. Beneath her, under the platform of the fire escape, lay the broken dumpster. The next dumpster along was mostly intact, only missing its lid, and the garbage inside looked soft enough. Jumping and then scrambling up over the railing, Saga took a flying leap into the mess of black bags, paper and takeout containers, and clambered back out and down to street level unhurt and only lightly smeared with tomato paste and spicy noodles. She shook herself off, splattering the alley walls with noodles, and trotted to the far end of the alley, poking her head out to look around the corner and across to the other side of the road.

There! She’d been right, there was movement, far down the street opposite the alley mouth. No fight, though. A skinny, dirty-looking dog without a collar was running as though his life depended on it, a small sack of dog-food in his mouth. The dog turned, avoiding the alley and the little Norwegian dog in favour of putting as much distance as he could between himself and wherever he’d just come from. If he kept that speed up, Saga thought, he’d be out past the suburbs and away from the city entirely by sunset.

A little sad that the strange dog hadn’t wanted to stop and say hello, and curious as to where the he had come from, Saga left the alley, crossed the street at its mouth, and started trotting along the road the stranger had come from. Maybe there were more dogs that way! Ears perked hopefully, the tomato-streaked hound headed towards the shop where Nero was just licking his chops thoughtfully and debating whether to sleep off his meal or to patrol his new domain...

 

[queanbean]

Hazel & Turtle || Location: X | Mood: Wary & Excited | Interaction(s): Afropuppy InTheSea Yahhah Kittensmew

The fringe on the back of Hazel's neck prickled at the appearance of not one, but two additional strangers. An ambush? The thought ripped through her head. Within a moment she had moved beside Turtle with narrowed eyes and a defensive pose.

Turtle looked curiously between the two approaching dogs and grinned, her little crop tail batting against Hazel's hind as the bundle of energy started to come unwound. "Hello-!" She piped before Hazel bumped her side a bit. "We don't know if they're safe." They looked unassuming enough, but Hazel had seen horrible things in the short while she had been alone and was hesitant. The collie would never admit it, but she was terribly frightened.

Rather than cower, however, she had to maintain some sort of display and so she stepped warily toward them, eyeing them up as she did and finally settling near to Creed and somehow looking - and feeling - braver, even though she was small compared to him.

Hazel first regarded the lanky female with the loaf. She couldn't imagine it was a piece offering but was curious. Just seeing something of a familiar shape like that instead of whatever mushy mounds of rot Turtle had scavenged before made her stomach angry and wanting. She looked away when she licked her chops.

"We won't hurt you, as long as you don't try to hurt us." It could have been dangerous speaking for the others but she felt inclined to vouch for the previous kindness displayed. In any case, being forwardly aggressive toward the cowering creature didn't seem like the right thing to do. What's this? Was Hazel thinking like a leader? As her tail trembled behind her, no less.

Just as she was about to turn to the other new arrival, Turtle bounded forward, eyes wide and curious. "Hi! You have a leg missing. How do you stand? Were you born like that? I had a sibling once that was missing a leg but she never stood up." Her crop tail was wagging furiously as she sniffed around and Hazel almost snapped at her, but realized the pup was still keeping some distance.

 

[Afropuppy]

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Kirah

「Mentions: InTheSea, Bvmble, Yahhah, Quiddles」

Kirah was interested in the newcomer. 'A new dog huh?' she thought as she went closer to them. Then she picked up a scent, a good scent. It was kibble! She made a sharp turn to face Cocoa. "I can smell kibble! Is this the food you were talking about? Good job little one!" She gave the small dachshund a warm smile and started wagging her tail excitedly. "Let's go, let's go!" She added, sounding more like a big pup than a full-grown dog. She was excited, she couldn't help that feeling.


Suddently, she picked up another scent. Not food this time, but a dog scent. A familiar one at that. Her excitement gets cut short as she realizes whose scent it was. "Nero..." she growls and looks straight ahead. "This can't be good... EVERYONE STAY HERE" she shouted and dashed to the source of the two scents.

She looked angry as ever, and rightfully so. She had faced off against the strong male before, she knew very well how strong he was. Kirah had barely gotten a group, and she sure wasn't going to let them battle Nero. Hopefully they listened to her command but they had no reason to, so they probably didn't. She wanted to get there first anyway


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[Yahhah]

Creed
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Creed stood his ground trying not to let his internal nervousness show to the other dogs, the dog facing them didn't seem to be all that worrying. The skinny dog seemed just as, if not more scared of this situation then he was. He was aware of Hazel coming to join him in facing down the new dog. She told the dog that they wouldn't be hurt if they didn't hurt anyone to which Creed nodded in affirmation. He sure wasn't going to start any fights.

He turned to notice Kirah suddenly shouting for them to stay put, before pounding off in one direction. "Where does she think she's going"? Creed wondered. Kirah had seemed excited to have company, it didn't make sense for her to just charge off. That was when a certain metallic scent found Creed's nose, blood. It was faint and from the smell of it not close, but it was in the direction the lab had just run off to. She'd just been pulled out of a collapsed building and now Kirah wanted to confront some kind of danger alone? "We should probably go after her" Creed half guessed and half decided.

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[InTheSea]

Cocoa

“Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”

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Kirah seemed really interested in the food, and seemed to smell it already. Cocoa lolled her tongue out of her mouth and was going to bark. No sooner had Kirah spoke of following the scent of food, two more dogs showed up [Nona and Egan]. Her tail continued to wag, because in her young mind, this meant more friends. She did not jump like Creed had, nor did she seem to get defensive like Hazel.

"We don't know if they're safe," Hazel had said to the enthusiastic Turtle. Cocoa was a little confused, as she was also going to greet the other two just like Turtle and Creed had. Instead, the pup sat down and tilted her head as she watched the exchange between Hazel and the newcomers, her tail thumping against the ground.

Not long after, Turtle had suddenly run forward towards the dog that she only just now noticed that he had three legs. As the other pup started chattering, Cocoa bolted after her excitedly; three legs were certainly far more interesting than four.

"Yeah! How?" She chimed in, her tail going a hundred miles an hour behind her. Suddenly though, Kirah's tone had Cocoa looking over to the other lab, and her tail slowed to a halt. That wasn't a good tone of voice, and she really didn't like the idea that she was being told to stay. She hated having to stay...

But perhaps she wouldn't have to, for Creed had, in Cocoa's opinion, suggested they should go after her.

That was enough of an invitation as any.

"Well lets go! If she is in trouble we gotta help her!"

The small pup barked at the group, newcomers included, before darting off in the direction Kirah had gone.

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[Quiddles]

Nero

Age: 5
Gender: Male
Breed: Pitbull
Notes: NPC, anyone can post for him

Lazily licking his chops and stretching, Nero was as yet unaware of the dogs converging on him. He had eaten well, but not enough to make him sleepy. He padded towards the entrance, scattered kibble crunching into powder under his paws. It was daylight, but inside the shop it was shadowed despite the open doorway and shattered windows, with no power to light the strip-lighting overhead. The scarred dog blinked in the brightening light as he neared the exit, aware of new dog-smells reaching his nose but momentarily blinded by sunshine.

That was probably why Saga had enough time to back up as she reached the shop just as Nero emerged, skidding on her haunches more in surprise than fear at the wall of dark brindle muscle suddenly appearing in front of her, skittering backwards until she could see the whole dog and not just his ribs. "Woah! Oh, hey, hi!" She was oblivious to the other canines now converging on them, masked as they were by Nero's size and scent. Nero, though, would not have survived as long as he had if he were not constantly aware of his surroundings. His eyes were still adjusting but his ears- mutilated though they were- were keen. He heard paws running, which was why he did not simply snap the smaller dog in two right away, why he shifted his weight ready to whirl and face whichever he judged to be the greatest threat...

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Afropuppy InTheSea Yahhah queanbean

 

[Afropuppy]

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Kirah

「Mentions: Quiddles, InTheSea, Bvmble, Yahhah」

Kirah stopped moving once she got closer to him. ' I knew it was him...' she thought as she slowly got even closer. She wasn't going slow so that Nero wouldn't notice her, she knew that he already had. She was going carefully to see her surroundings before the fight started. Any broken windows, rubble, sharp objects and holes in the ground could be usefull to knock Nero into during the fight. She would have no chance against him in a flat open area, but now she might be able to injure him using the things around them. That's the way she got out alive the first time she encountered him.

As Nero's eyes adjusted to the sunlight, she kept a close distance and started growling at him. Everything that could help her was in the abandoned shop, but Nero was just getting out. She needed to find a way to lure him in. Still growling, she changed direction and went towards the window. If she could jump in then he would either follow her in, letting her take advantage of the tons of broken glass scattered all around the floor, carefully avoidin it herself. Even if he didn't even follow her inside, which would be very uncharacteristic of him, she would have access to whatever kibble and other stuff was left inside. That was her plan now.


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[Yahhah]

Creed turned to address the new dogs. "I'm sorry to cut the conversation short. I'll be going after them" Creed barked before turning. The pup running off was definitely what pushed him to dash off. He didn't want to let the little dachshund get hurt, he didn't want Kirah to get hurt either but he had more faith that the adult dog could protect herself even if she might be a little hurt. "Be careful, there's something dangerous up ahead. Try to hide" Creed warned the pup, hoping she was paying attention. The smell of blood only got more potent as Creed appeared on the scene of the shop. The wolfdog stopped in his tracks when he saw the other dogs. One was absolutely huge, it was as big as he was if not bigger. This dog was obviously built for fighting and it looked downright vicious. If Creed was alone he would probably try to slink away with his tail between his legs, but he wasn't alone and he had an... acquaintance to save. He couldn't see Kirah but he did see the broken glass. He also took note of the smaller dog facing down the big one. Creed took a side step trying to intercept Cocoa in an attempt to hide the little pup from sight, just in case she didn't listen to him. "Hey there... Pretty good weather we're having today isn't it".

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Saga

Age: 1 ½
Gender: Female
Breed: Norwegian Lundehund
Notes: None

Saga had never met a dog like Nero. In all her life she'd never met a dog who would use fighting as a first resort instead of a last one. She'd never even been bitten too hard in play. She should have been in fear for her life. Instead, she was intensely curious, her tail swishing hopefully behind her like a waving flag. Its speed increased as she sensed more dogs behind Nero's huge, dark bulk. Her forepaws did a little hop-skip as she craned sideways to look around him, and Nero tensed with his lips drawing back from his hard, white fangs.

"Hey there... Pretty good weather we're having today isn't it".

Saga became aware of several things at once: There was a chocolate-brown labrador-like female darting sideways behind Nero, apparently headed towards the window of the shop-that-smelled-like-kibble. There was a big dog, as big as the big brown male in front of her, who looked rather like a wolf but who didn't sound like one- he was the one who had just spoken. There was another dog that Saga couldn't see behind the two males, who smelled... young? And there was... yip! A blur of movement, led by teeth, headed towards her! Was this a new game?

With a twist that should have been impossible- dogs' spines and legs just shouldn't bend that way- Saga leaped sideways, her oh-so-strange paws giving her better traction on the rubble-strewn ground than the bigger dog, his teeth clicking on air and the very tips of her fur. Uncertainty began to trickle in to her demeanour. "That might have hurt!" she barked indignantly, pebbles scattering as she scooted closer to the dog who had been making for the windows.

Normally Nero would already have launched a second attack, but he'd been a puppy when he'd last met a dog that wasn't either scared of him or attacking him... he shook away the stray thought. "It's supposed to hurt." His darkly amused response was rumbled through a throat that sounded as if it was full of gravel, and then he was moving again. He spun to follow the little Norwegian dog, side-on to Creed now and facing both Saga and Kirah, already poised to lunge...

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Kirah

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Kirah looked around her. She was so focused on Nero that she hadn't even realized the others came with her. Hazel and Turtle were the only ones who didn't follow. Smart dogs. While still looking at Nero to not seem distracted, she shifted her attention to the other dogs, specifically the small dachshund. What was she thinking when coming here? "What are you doing here Cocoa? You're gonna get hurt, this is no place for a pup! Go back!" she growled at the miniature dog as she turned to face her for a brief second before turning back to Nero.

She couldn't help but worry about the small pup. If Nero reached her, he would surely kill her. She hoped she small dog had heard her advice, but she didn't hear it the first time, so why would she now?

She noticed that Nero was a bit distracted at the moment with another dog, which was an opportunity to turn to the two dogs again (Creed and Cocoa). "What are you doing here?! You both shouldn't be here! Go back with the others, or at least hide, please!" She was getting a bit panicked, two of her rescuers were near Nero, which was very dangerous if not fatal. On top of that, she wouldn't be able to execute her plan succefuly. Nero would probably be too distracted by Creed to try and follow her inside.


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Cocoa

“Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”

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It seemed Creed was first to come after her, and it didn't really take much to catch up to her despite how hard she was trying to run after Kirah. And when he did get close enough to speak to her where she could hear him properly, his tone and comment did well to cause her to slow down some. Her nose twitched up to the side, her folded ears moved back against her head; she looked confused. But when she opened her mouth to inquire why, she suddenly smelt it; blood. When the wolf-dog slowed down to a stop, she did as well and kept herself opposite the imposing, giant dog; he didn't look too friendly with the way he was looking at the smaller dog opposite him [Saga]. She was too caught up in this new predicament that she didn't notice her once trapped companion [Kirah] heading to the window.

"Hey there... Pretty good weather we're having today isn't it".​

Of course, the pup didn't really understand why Creed was talking about something like the weather. Firstly, because it was the weather, duh. How boring. Secondly, because she was a puppy and had no idea how to diffuse a seriously escalating situation without making it worse.

"The weather?" The words had no sooner left her muzzle when the giant dog launched a bite at the smaller one. Cocoa jumped, then cowered behind Creed as she realized that this dog wasn't like the others she had met earlier that day; this dog was mean. A Mean-dog.

"That might have hurt!" ​

The smaller dog had somehow, incredibly, managed to jump out of the way of the attack using some sort of crazy body magic, or...or something. The little dachshunds jaw dropped from the agility and the dark response given by the Mean-dog [Nero].

"It's supposed to hurt." ​

Cocoa felt herself growing a little anxious, which amplified with the mean-dog's second attack on the smaller dog. He followed her movements and Cocoa was now pressed against one of Creeds legs for support and perhaps simply trying to hide under the wolf-dogs bulk. The latter was definitely true. It was then she also noticed Kirah.

"Creed, it's Kirah!" Cocoa whispered frantically to her companion; they had just rescued the lab from rubble, and Cocoa wasn't confident she could fend off Mean-dog.

And as if on cue:

"What are you doing here Cocoa? You're gonna get hurt, this is no place for a pup! Go back!" ​

Oh yes, Cocoa had heard her the first time. She just didn't understand why. And now the problem was, staying together meant more. And it meant more now.

"What are you doing here?! You both shouldn't be here! Go back with the others, or at least hide, please!" ​

"But what about you!" Cocoa called back. There was no defiance in her voice, just pure worry. She did, however, look up to Creed. She was too afraid to back off by herself; she would never outrun Mean-dog.

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Kirah

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Kirah was even more panicked now. Why was the pup not running for her life? Didn't she understand the danger? She surely did, so why wasn't she doing anything? "Just go hide! I'm going to be fine, I've dealt with him before!" she barked, almost growling at the small pup. Not out of spite of course, but because she was worried about the pup. "Go! Before he tries to hurt you!" she added, trying not to show her panic. It was probably showing though, she couldn't help it.


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Creed's almost jumped out of his skin when the huge dog snapped at the smaller one who'd been facing him down. He quickly decided that this huge dog probably couldn't be reasoned with, which meant they should probably try to get away from him. Creed recoiled upon being scolded by Kirah, but that didn't last long as he stood up straight and tried to look a lot braver then he felt. If that big dog sensed weakness he would almost certainly attack. He responded to Kirah in a hushed tone. "I'm not leaving you to deal with... That, on your own. My conscience wouldn't allow it. I didn't help pull you out of a building just for you to get torn apart by a vicious dog" Creed countered. He didn't know why he was acting so brave but he had no intention of leaving. He looked down at Cocoa, "you should hide though. You're just a pup" he advised. If that little dog over there wasn't under attack he'd suggest they all just leave, but Creed's darn conscience wouldn't let him just leave a dog.

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