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Feb 20, 2008 19:41:06 GMT 9
Post by ♫ admin on Feb 20, 2008 19:41:06 GMT 9
♫- there's only music so that there's new ring tones... | Lummi's long, straggle-furred ears twitched slightly as Polar barked a greeting. The first thing he said caused a low grunt of amusement to escape the back of her throat. "You found food?"
Always thinking of food, this one! "Aye," was Lummi's response, chill arctic air visible before her warmer nose and maw. She allowed a sort of smile to spread across her chops as she continued, "Some up'alker food, still warm, and fresh from th' bin--wif' gristle!" Her bragging was causing slobber to form in her jaw, which she was working very hard to stop, managing only one last gloating word--"Bak'n"--to escape from her jaws before a dribble of saliva fell from her mouth with a splat on the freezing asphalt below her pads.
It had, of course, been an excellent meal. One Lummi would not forget for a while yet. She examined Polar's gaze, wondering absently if he would beg for her to show him where, exactly, this food was, or if he would take it upon himself to go find it. Independently. You could never quite tell with Polar.
Sitting down as the cold ground seared her hindquarters, Lummi barked. "So what've you mutts b'nup to?" addressing the whole ragtag pack in the alleyway.
[[ooc;;bleah. I liked yours, Hexxi! o3o Yeah, I nearly wrote "she-cat" a coupla times on my first one. And, since Lummi and her family were travelers, I've given her an odd sort of accent all her own. :3]]
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Feb 21, 2008 9:21:35 GMT 9
Post by Folf on Feb 21, 2008 9:21:35 GMT 9
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Haunt felt like breaking something. You know, one of those overwhelming sensations just to grab something between your jaws and crunch crunch crunch? Of course you do.
Anyway, it was about the third time today it had happened, and more and more the bone at his side was hitting the spot. Letting out a peeved snarl, the patched shepherd nether less rolled from his stomach to his side, lashing out a paw as the revolution was in process. This resulted in the said bone, grimy and ragged, jumping from it's resting space and settling by his head. Hah. With a flamboyant gesture, the mutt attacked the 'pacifier', slobbering as his fangs dug into the hard surface. Ah, better.
Moving his teeth along the surface, grinding new valleys and slathering up a storm, he was completely caught up with the bone. Until he realized Lummi was back and corresponding with Polar. Blah crunch blah grind blah snarl...
"So what've you mutts b'nup to?"
At that moment, Haunt finally lifted his dark, aggressive eyes from his bone to the she-dog. He seemed to consider her, before his eyes flicked to Polar, the bone pacifier, and back to Lummi. Shoving himself up with his front paws, the shepherd worked himself into a proper sitting position with a loud grunt. With that business taken care of, he focused back of Lummi, opening his muzzle with over-dramatic slowness.
"Up yer' butt!" he barked, eyes sparking in amusement at his own jibe, and a second later Haunt was letting some high-pitched wheezes escape his muzzle- laughter. Oh joy.
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Mar 3, 2008 9:42:34 GMT 9
Post by Fishy on Mar 3, 2008 9:42:34 GMT 9
--->Animals don't have a voice, to tell their abuser to stop, Bone's ears perked up as a two medium sized upwalkers walked by, holding hands. He sighed and felt his insides knot up, he was hungry. His nose twitched, his tail thumped against the air. the smell was so...so delicious! His tongue lolled out of his mouth and drool dripped to the ground. A truck drove by, and he darted across the road. His long limbs looking as if they were twisting. He glanced back at his previos spot on the other side of the road and shrugged. He jumped up, his hind legs still on the ground, and sniffed through a trash can. His eyes glittered as they rested on a hamburger half-way eaten and a hot dog that only had one bit taken from it. He scooped them up in his jaws and ate them quickly, taking large gulps. He turned quickly, to make sure no upwalkers were coming. He was off again. Running through alleyways and streets. Down sidewalks and crosswalks. He sniffed the air, it smelt familiar, almost like himself...he turned the corner, spotting a group of dogs. He hesitated slightly and barked a greeting.
"Hello there." he nodded slowly.
His tail twitched and his ears perked up as he saw, what he thought was his long-lost brother. "Haunt is that you?" he looked up at his brother and turned his head slightly. We have to be that voice, help stop Animal Cruelty!<--- [/color][/size][/center]
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Mar 5, 2008 13:45:22 GMT 9
Post by Folf on Mar 5, 2008 13:45:22 GMT 9
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Haunt was still wheezing out his distasteful cackling when his long lost brother entered the scene....wha? Back up. To be more precise, the shepherd had halted his laughing when the sound of 'click-clacking' claws hitting asphalt hit his pendulum ears. And it was close. At that point he zapped onto his paws, creating his own 'clicking' as all the muscles he owned (and he was just fine at the idea of showing them off) tensed for ACTION. You know, crush a skull. Suck the marrow off it later. Damn, marrow tasted good...
"Haunt is that you?"
Eh? His brown eyes were covered by a sudden blink. How did this mutt know his name...At this point the patched dog let out a chilling snarl, his hackles spiking straight up. Head lowered, lips curled up and shaking, exposing stained, but pointed to the tip, fangs. And just as he was about to charge with over one hundred pounds of force and claws and fangs behind him...the grey mutt finally focused on the canine that had just intruded upon his group.
White with periodic black patches. Slim and muscular. Even when young, and still now, having the look of a charmer. The only aggressive factor left alone was be-speckled fur, but most importantly was that he was out of charge attack kill roar mode, jowls lying neatly over his yellow teeth. Haunt cocked his head, eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the "stranger" even closer. And then it hit him like of ton...let's appease the stomach and say rats.
"Bone? Bro'..." The mutt seemed truly sincere, eyes looking amazed as he looked upon his long lost family, the one member that hadn't driven him over the edge. "When did you get so ugly?!" Of course it was ruined.
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Mar 8, 2008 6:04:43 GMT 9
Post by Fishy on Mar 8, 2008 6:04:43 GMT 9
Bone's ears perked up and he let out a laugh. "Just how I remembered you. The joker." he rolled his eyes and he looked over at the she-dog. He blinked once and nodded, "'Ello there, m' lady." he barked acting all royal. His tail hung high and so did his head. He padded closer to the group of his canine 'family'.
He looked over toward the husky and nodded. "My name is Bone." he sat down, his bum hitting the black asphalt flooring. Yawning quickly you could see slightly yellow teeth and a big pink and black tongue.
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Mar 15, 2008 19:17:40 GMT 9
Post by ♫ admin on Mar 15, 2008 19:17:40 GMT 9
Lummi scowled as the newcomer greeted her. "Hello m'lady."
Teeth bared, she stopped all activity, glowering at Haunt's supposed brother. 'Bone' was it? She'd break a few 'bones' if he didn't learn the ropes, and fast!
"YER lady? I don' think so, ugly!" she barked, tail lashing as she gave an internal chuckle at Haunt's comment about Bone being ugly, "I'm NOBODY'S lady. B'sides, that's such an upw'lker word! M'name is Lummi, n' I'll be called as such, n' nothin' else! So you'd better watch yer tail and learn the ropes fast, 'Bone' or yer out before ya c'n say 'dishwater'!"
Pulling her lips away from her maw to reveal red skin and sharp teeth, the mid-sized dog gave a last menacing growl that rumbled deep in her throat. She'd meant every word she said, and if this 'Bone' didn't believe it, she'd be more than happy to show him what she meant!
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Mar 22, 2008 3:34:26 GMT 9
Post by Folf on Mar 22, 2008 3:34:26 GMT 9
Þ-- Fall breathes his chilling breath... [/font]Haunt's tail, long and shaggy, was wagging despite its owner's reputation. But, truly, the 'owner' was in a good mood. Lummi's verbal abuse of his brother had nearly sent Haunt into uproarious laughter. He remembered Bone being a bit charismatic even as a pup, but now it appeared that charisma had been channeled into romance. The thought of his brother being a womanizer nearly sent the hysterics ripping through his chest and out his muzzle once more. The shepherd settled for a smirk and a series of suppressing snorts. Then a heavenly, to feral beasts, at least, drifted right up his nose. Floppy ears, as well as his entire build, perking up immediately, the mutt twisted his head to look over his shoulder. Yes! Outside and to the right of the alleyway, Haunt could see an Upwalker exiting it's den. And with it, a large, neon colored container. Filled with garbage. The shepherd understood this system well, from watching it many, many times over. The Upwalker would leave this garbage-filled container outside their den not too long after the sun rose. Then, a nice chunk of time later, a huge monster would approach the carton. Then the monster, which positively stunk of trash, would lift the container up, with small, stringy arms, and dump the contents right in it's belly. But, that big second part wouldn't happen for awhile now. Ignoring the slobber that had gathered around his bottom jaw, he whirled around to face his makeshift pack, spraying some saliva as he did so. "Look! The Upwalkers left breakfast out, again! Let's go, go!" he barked, scraping the asphalt ground as he waited for Polar's command...or in a few seconds where he would just go and tip over the meal. --reminding Earth of times to come... [/left][/color][/center]
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Mar 29, 2008 22:49:47 GMT 9
Post by ♫ admin on Mar 29, 2008 22:49:47 GMT 9
º Lummi allowed herself a smirk as Haunt nearly doubled over in hysterical laughter. Giving a final glare to Bone, she hoped he'd shut up soon and stop talking like he was an upwalker. She soon turned her attention though, to the same thing that Haunt did, allowing a bit of drool to gather in her curved jaw as she watched the upwalker carry the sweet, ripe garbage outside. She could smell it from where she sat, but she was taken slightly aback by Howl's spastic behavior.
"You disgust me," she spat, jaws glinting as she spoke, but not before she could stand and make her way over to the garbage. Every pawstep brought her closer and closer to her second meal of the morning, and before she knew it, she was hurling her side against the can, it's cold metal burning her skin even through her warm, gnarled pelt. With an earsplitting crash, the can came tumbling down, it's rotting contents spilling from it. They smelled harsh and ripe, and slobber dripped from her lower jaw as she bounded over to it and began poking her nose through the mass of old food. Much of it was still warm, and she came across a half-eaten chicken leg, which she began devouring ravenously, teeth glinting as they tore through each stringy mouthful of the foul. It's flavor filled her every scent, and her saliva glands were going into overdrive as she gnawed the dead animal.
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Apr 6, 2008 17:05:05 GMT 9
Post by Raven.x on Apr 6, 2008 17:05:05 GMT 9
I've got a loverly bunch of coconuts...
A russet-colored she-cat with a strange black marking of fur slashed through her eye, watched the dogs causiously. Dogs, dogs, dogs... what now? She was considering if she would be able to escape and not be seen by the dogs. Saliva dripped from their black, wrinkled muzzles. She shuddered. Dogs were ugly. Her green eyes were all-alert, as she slipped underneath a human bench.
Birch knew that if the dogs happened to spot her, she would be dinner, and she knew by previous experiance with dogs, that they were fast, and could catch even the fastest cat in a millisecond if they really tried. There was no escape route behind her, and Birch looked past the dogs at a small opening in the hedge.
That was the only escape route. And the only way she could reach it was by running through the path of the dogs. Oh, praise ye in the highest! Birch growled. She narrowed her sharp green eyes, and shot out from under the bench, fast and furious on her paws. With a jolt she realised that the opening was further away than she imagined. Then she saw the dogs. They had noticed her for sure.
See them standing in a row!!
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Apr 6, 2008 23:51:12 GMT 9
Post by Folf on Apr 6, 2008 23:51:12 GMT 9
Þ-- Fall breathes his chilling breath... [/font] Haunt was so focused on the husky leader, who hadn't reacted in some good time, other surroundings became a little fuzzy. With all his energy flowing into not running off, as tempting as it was, with his quick temper about to explode. So, Lummi's disgusted slobber-drowned growl was far behind him. Clinking of claws on asphalt? Nah. Monsters snarling as they flew by, with water splashing in waves and winds whipping up afterwards? A few annoyed growls.
Lummi gobbling down a chicken leg? Put sensors on kill.
Whipping around, tail held high in instinctual show of dominance, the mutt quickly put together what had happened when he had attempted to listen for orders for once. Ghhrrrrrrrrr.
The snarl carrying deep in low, he padded forward in the stiff-legginess of a canine about to attack. And he would have carried through, with bays of fury resounding through the street, if a certain golden-blur hadn't flew by. With cat scent on it.
Stopping in his tracks, Haunt felt his ears perk up, letting all sound drift in as his nose twitched, sniffing the air. Cat. CatCatCatCatCatCatCatCat.
"CAT!! CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT....GET BACK HERE, YOU SCRAP OF FUR!!" The shepherd was in full chase mode, stocky body surprisingly fast against the man-made, pavement ground. His bark didn't stop there, and continued repeating the word of his prey: CAT! Not daring to take his eyes off the golden figure of Birch just a few strides away, he didn't realize their direction. Just he had a cat, he had a caatt...
ooc; I got a vision of Jack Sparrow singing "I've got a jar of dirt, I've got a jar of dirt...." at the end. XDDD--reminding Earth of times to come... [/left][/color][/center]
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Apr 7, 2008 15:56:41 GMT 9
Post by Raven.x on Apr 7, 2008 15:56:41 GMT 9
I've got a loverly bunch of coconuts...
ooc: Lol. Captain Jack Sparrow loves his jar of dirt. xP
bic: 'No, DogDogDogDogDog.' Birch muttered under her breath. The dog had seen her, and if it took a quicker step forward, it would catch her, and then she would be a bloodied mess - for a dog = heaven. So she spotted a tree, and leapt up and caught her claws in it. Hauling herself up, she realised that if she slipped, she would go straight into the jaws of the dog below.
She scrambled up the tree, and perched on a branch. She looked at the dog. It wouldn't do any harm. She thought and started yowling insults at the dog. 'Come on, doggy! Lets see you come up here to get me, and then lets see you jump back down again in a single leap. Face it, cats are just simply better than dogs.' Her green eyes were alight with torture. She didn't know how much longer she could stand it up on the tree.
See them standing in a row!!
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Apr 7, 2008 19:52:16 GMT 9
Post by .}{EXXI. on Apr 7, 2008 19:52:16 GMT 9
l [/font] ll[/right] [[o.O This is even later than my Christmas thank-you notes! Sorry guys! Also, I assume there's some ritual about dogs eating/getting new pack members but I have no idea what it is so if I've done anything wrong, please feel free to point it out!]]
Polar listened with the usual depressed detachment that wasn't really suitable for the leading figure of their makeshift pack. There was a new dog, who was interested in Lummi. Polar's mouth was drawn into a slight smirk as Lummi smashed all of this 'Bone's' chances in few barks. How very Lummi-ish. If he had been in his old pack, Polar would be challenging this newcomer to ensure that he was a worthy new member of the pack but right now, he simply couldn't be bothered. What did it really matter, anyway? Bone was Haunt's brother so he had to be half-decent, at least.
Polar's black-backed ears pricked up with real interest as Haunt yapped out something containing the all-important reference to food. Polar had smelt it but, as per usual, he was out of it and so the smell was taking longer than usual to comprehend. Breakfast, on the other hand, was something that clicked into place instantly. He sat up straighter, and was about to go up and investigate - getting first pick as was his right as leader - when Lummi dashed up ahead. "Hey!" He barked, voice deep and rough in his growing anger. Didn't she know you had to wait to eat? Especially if you were a female! The dog jumped to his paws and was half way over to the bins when a new, extremely interesting scent pricked at his sensitive, moist nose. Cat! Haunt had noticed it too, evidently, and Polar was sorely tempted to chase after the cat alongside his friend but first he had to deal with Lummi. It was too bad really, because he could have used something to chase, just to get his blood pumping again.
Haunt was out of sight in a matter of seconds, so Polar turned his attention back to Lummi and the food she was scarfing. He growled darkly, top lip pulled back to reveal rows of shiny, pearly-white teeth in a clear message: back off!
[[Once again, sorry if I've done something wrong and/or stupid. =has no idea how to roleplay canines=]]
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Apr 10, 2008 12:04:44 GMT 9
Post by Folf on Apr 10, 2008 12:04:44 GMT 9
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-- Fall breathes his chilling breath... [/font] Haunt, was usually a rotten, fuming pucker inducing lemon. Very delightful. However, in the heat of the chase, combustible flames in his eyes alight with wild glee, he was more like lemonade with too little sugar. Why not mass-produced, yellow dye #9 lemonade? The fact that half the delirious light in his eyes was bloodlust.
Then shepherd was no longer barking, or howling, or snarling his instinctual hatred. The mutt's jaw was clamped shut, no tongue exposed for panting, hence ventilation and the only way to cool his body down. Right now, his single goal was devotion to the hunt, love for the chase, and readiness for the crunch of bone and guts and blood beneath his fangs.
Eyes clouded over with a fog of pleasure, paws smacking the cement pavement with every stride. All of the dog's attention was loosely focused on the golden shape, which would hopefully soon be soiled with blood, of his prey. On the cat running away. Running away! Oh, running away! Good luck with...
CRASH!
In the last moment, Haunt had managed to escape his madness for a second, just the last bare second, to see the rugged wall, splattered with bricks and cements, right in his path. Humiliatingly, his final thought before the collision had not been 'Get the hell out of here!'. Oh no, not that. It was 'Where the hell is that cat!'.
So, even with an unconscious turn made by his backroom mind alone, the mutt succeeded in slamming diagonally into the wall. He crumpled lower, into an injured slouch as he tried to process the last ten seconds. And for that exact time, he remained there. Then the mutt leaped to his paws, claws clacking against the sidewalk.
Cat. Where cat. Where food. Tree. Scrap went up tree. Short, obvious observations struggled through his skull. But they did. Without a second thought, the stocky shepherd leapt at the tree, where his throbbing nose took in a flood of feline scent. Scraping the ragged bark equally rough claws, Haunt began a series of vicious, peeved barks.
And then gave up. Shooting a universally understood glance, heavy with messages, at the exposed cat. The mutt then stalked off, walking nearly as heavily as he had coming to. What was the point of the chase if you didn't get to chomp the prey open?
ooc; This could be a good time to bring Swallow in. :3 With Haunt just finishing a (failed) attack and with the pack established.--reminding Earth of times to come... [/left][/color][/center]
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Apr 10, 2008 16:48:09 GMT 9
Post by Raven.x on Apr 10, 2008 16:48:09 GMT 9
I've got a loverly bunch of coconuts...
Brother of a- Birch scrambled back on the branch as the crash erupted. Her green gaze darted around. Where was the dog? It could be anywhere... She twisted around, only to see it attempting to climb the tree to reach her. Birch's breath caught in her throaght. But it turned to relief as the dog slid down the trunk again.
Phew... Seeing the dog walk away heavily, she grinned, her pearly white fangs showing. All of them. 'Doggy can't catch cat.' She smirked to herself. Carefully, she leapt down from the tree, anxiously glancing around, she realised that the dog had not disappeared out of sight yet. She was such an idoit. Not wasting any time, she saw the gap in the hedge was still a long way off. But, anyway, she darted towards it, in a golden blur, praying the dog wouldn't catch her.
See them standing in a row!!
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Apr 10, 2008 17:30:25 GMT 9
Post by .}{EXXI. on Apr 10, 2008 17:30:25 GMT 9
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Slimy city cats. They were either complete cowards that ran away as soon as looked at her, or mangy old elders who weren't good enough for crowfood. Where were the fierce, bloodthirsty ones that Swallow had fought for the majority of her old, city life? Either they had killed each other off, or something even more fierce and bloodthirsty had chased them off their territory. Swallow hoped it was the latter, but really, what could possibly be worse than some of the alley cats she'd faced? There had been ones nearly the size of dogs!
Swallow was broken out of her angry thoughts as she saw a cat, no more than a golden blur but definitely a cat, whiz past down below her. The tuxedo she-cat raised her head up from where she'd been 'taking five' in a corner where two large stone walls met and looked down with considerable interest. That she-cat had been fast. Fast was good. The dark queen brought herself to her paws and called down, "Hey, you ther-" Her commanding meow died into nothingness as she saw what the golden she-cat had been running from. What she had missed up until then. The one thing that cats everywhere feared (apart from her). Dogs. In an instant, Swallow's every hair, black or white, on Swallow's pelt was standing on end. Her fangs were on full display and her tail was lashing from side to side. All her senses were trained on the dog, her back was arched. In other words, she was in full attack mode, ready to fight for her life.
The moments passed and the dog soon rounded the corner, Swallow shook her head to clear it of the instinctual fear, leaving room for more productive thoughts. There was one dog, and where there was one dog, there were almost always more. Swallow had never seen Twolegless dogs in the Town before. No doubt that was what scared away all the mean cats. Dogs were so good at scaring cats, damn them. with their big claws and huge, dripping fangs and the amount of sheer power they possessed, those accursed canines were......the perfect allies! Why hadn't she seen it before? Cats fought cats and won or lost but if dogs were to fight cats, how could they loose? All Swallow had to do was convince these dogs to follow her. Easier thought than done. Most cats wouldn't even think of something like that, let alone go ahead and try to accomplish it. Swallow was not most cats.
Plan in mind, the she-cat slunk forward, paw by paw, after the blackish-purple dog in front of her, hoping he'd lead her to his pack. Then she halted. Surely it would be easier to convince this one dog first? If she already had one on her side then the others might fall easier. Giving herself a quick groom so she was presentable, Swallow brought herself up to her full height and stood firmly on the other corner of the stone wall, right next to the dog. Show time. "You there, dog!" She yowled out in her most authoritative tone, "Can you hear me?" Swallow glanced up to the sky, no doubt StarClan wouldn't help her, but if any of the cats in the Dark Clouds were on her side she could use some luck now.
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