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(Note: Credit for the Idea of the Rp goes to DoctorFlob.
Credit for the plot line and story line gos for Lord Suragaha! Thank you both! ^.^)
Story
The time was harsh when the WWI started. Every human that didn't obeyd or fight til they can died, not to mention dogs as well, were killed by Russian/Germany Military Forces if they didn't obeyd.
The time has passed and WWI was stopted, but not for long!
Soon there started WWII, and many people died as well as dogs.
Only one pack of stray's struggled to survive the war until they can.
Nobody knew where that stray pack came from, but the only thing to killer human's was. To kill them.
Not to long ago, before the stray pack even existed, there were only dog for itself struggling to survive the bloody war that even the ground was full off.
One stray named Eldago, forced the strays to unite and protect eachother if they wish to live.
They agreed and soon the stray pack came to be existened.
When WWII started, Eldago died and passed his leadershipment to his song Trewer.
Trewer, wasn't as good at his father, but one of the cruele's of all.
He killed human's and even stray's who didn't let them pass, for survival.
One dog named Loni, stepped in to challange Trewer for a challange, whoever winned the first battle kept on ruling.
If Trewer was to be deafeaten, Loni, would settle himself and let Trewer rule the stray pack until h passed to his son and his son son.
When Loni challanged Trewer all stray dog's watched as Trewer battled. He was fast like the wind and swift like the fish, but the only thing he didn't had, was ballance.
Loni, was smart and ballanced, but enough fast and swift like Trewer.
Before the final struck was doomed to Trewer, Loni saw Trewe's fear in his eyes and left him to live.
But when Loni turned, Trewer had the chance to kill Loni. But one stray dog named Victor, saw that Trewer wouldn't give up until his dead, Victor jumped just in time to save Loni from Trewer.
Victor finished Trewer off, and Loni turned to face Victor finishing Trewer off.
Loni knew that Trewer was about to kill Loni, and gave a nod to Viictor before annoucing the new leader of there pack. Victor.
(If you have read the Story line, put Force somewhere in you're application!)
Plot
Time was a struggle for the stray pack that had united forthere own survival.
Now lead by Victor, the pack had no chance but to steal food from the military force army.
The military dog's were kept closer to the food facilities to keep the charge from the stray dog pack that kept stealing from human's.
The stray's now had no chance but to go in smaller groups to steal and be unseen.
But what the question to Victor was.
Will they come back safely? Or injurdely?
When will the war end?
Now the real question is.
Which side will you choose to be with?
(If you have read the plot, put Fight somewhere in you're application!)
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The Military Force Dogs Ranks
Leader: Perception (*~?RainbowPass?~*)
Next In-Line: Omaha (JimMoriarty)
The Medic: Open!
The Medic Apprentice: Open!
Lead Fighter~ Night (Dunasaur)
Fighter: Unlimited!
Lead Guard~ Blitzen (OreoHeroz)
Guard: Unlimited~
Apprentic: Unlimited!
The Stray Pack Ranks
Leader: Victor (Open!)
Next In-Line: Lino (Alpha~Dog)
Medic: Open!
Medic Apprentice: Open!
Lead Fighter~ Open!
Fighter: Unlimited!
Lead Guard~ Kenyah (Taylor)
Guard: Unlimited!
Lead Hunter~ Open!
Hunter~ Unlimited!
Apprentice: Unlimited!
Elder: Unlimited!
Mother: Unlimited!
Pup: Unlimited!
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The Rules!
1. Follow all Fh rules!
2. Only realistic Pictures! No Animated pictures!
3. Choose which pack/force you will choose!
4. If you wish to be leader, PM me first with a Rp sample!
5. This is not a true WWII (World War 2) Rp, but some part of it is!
6. Please, don't leave the Rp! ;u; I don't want it to die! ;v;
7. No Mary/Gary Sues! Nobody is perfect!
8. If you have read the rules, put War somewhere in you're application!
9. Have fun! ^.^
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[img] Image of you're character's pic goes here! [/img]
"Quote"
Name~
Owner~
Age~
Genger~
Breed~
Pack/Force?
Rank~
Crush~
Mate~
Pups~
Personality~
History~
Appearance~
Extra~
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My Application's!
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"Why die when we can live?"
Name~ Aztec
Owner~ N/A
Age~ 5 Y/O
Genger~ Male
Breed~ Shiloh Shepherd Dog
Pack/Force? Stray Dog Pack
Rank~ Hunter
Crush~ Luna
Mate~ Luna
Pups~ Waiting
Personality~ Rp
History~ Rp
Appearance~ Pic
Extra~ Force, Fight, War.
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"Do we really have to fight?"
Name~ Luna
Owner~ N/A
Age~ 4 Years
Genger~ Female
Breed~ Czechoslovakian Wolfdog
Pack/Force? Stray Dog Pack
Rank~ Mother
Crush~ Aztec
Mate~ Aztec
Pups~ Expecting
Personality~ Rp
History~ Rp
Appearance~ Pic
Extra~ Force, Fight, War.
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OPEN FOR POSTING! ^.^
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"I protect. I serve. I have no choice."
Name~ Perception
Owner~ Harold J Crossland, 24, Lieutenant.
Age~ Six years.
Genger~ Male.
Breed~ German Shepard Dog.
Pack/Force? WW2 Military.
Rank~ Scout (Possible leader?)
Crush~ Not available.
Mate~ Not available.
Pups~ Not available.
Personality~ Perception is a eager, well trained dog that ultimately would do anything for his master and his comrades. Being a scout, Perception's main goal is to protect, even if that means risking his life to find hidden booby traps, such as bombs, or covering his masters body from deadly incoming fire. When his work day is over, Perception loves nothing better than to relax with the other military dogs. He is friendly, most of the time, but his aggressive side is easily triggered when he is being pestered or he is being forcefully handled.
History~ Perception puppyhood was not at all easy and care free. The first couple of weeks where a breeze, playing around with his siblings, but this all came to an end when he was taken away, with the rest of his siblings at the age of eight weeks to train for the military. Perception hated everything about this new routine, but he had no choice but to train and work hard, and this stubbornness is said what makes him such an eager dog to this day.
When one years passed, Perception was classed as ready to join the ranks as a scout. His name was ultimately shortened to PS.1, which stood for Perception Scout 1, which has been used as a code name. The first months seemed easy. Since Perception was a newbie, he was the tag along for another, older and more wise dog named Klaus. Klaus, after a couple of months, had served his duty as 'The dog whom showed Perception the ropes,' and retired from his rank to a more senior rank, which lead him to being carted off to a different camp.
Since then, at the age of six years, Perception's training and Klaus's tactics where in scripted into his brain. And this is what makes Perception the dog he is today.
Appearance~ Perception is average built for the German Shephard breed. With his unnatural colouring, many have thought him to be an Alsation, but it is confirmed he is not. He has a very thick coat, which is useful in the winter for keeping himself and his master warm. Perception's master is specific on the dog's collar. It is a rather dull brown, a shade of which he has in his coat so he does not stand out. This is hidden under his thick fur. His master has written on the collar 'Perce', so if he is to fall into enemy hands, the enemies would not have his proper military code name: PS.1, or his actual name.
Extra~ Force, Fight and war!
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"I protect. I serve. I have no choice."
Name~ Perception
Owner~ Harold J Crossland, 24, Lieutenant.
Age~ Six years.
Genger~ Male.
Breed~ German Shepard Dog.
Pack/Force? WW2 Military.
Rank~ Scout (Possible leader?)
Crush~ Not available.
Mate~ Not available.
Pups~ Not available.
Personality~ Perception is a eager, well trained dog that ultimately would do anything for his master and his comrades. Being a scout, Perception's main goal is to protect, even if that means risking his life to find hidden booby traps, such as bombs, or covering his masters body from deadly incoming fire. When his work day is over, Perception loves nothing better than to relax with the other military dogs. He is friendly, most of the time, but his aggressive side is easily triggered when he is being pestered or he is being forcefully handled.
History~ Perception puppyhood was not at all easy and care free. The first couple of weeks where a breeze, playing around with his siblings, but this all came to an end when he was taken away, with the rest of his siblings at the age of eight weeks to train for the military. Perception hated everything about this new routine, but he had no choice but to train and work hard, and this stubbornness is said what makes him such an eager dog to this day.
When one years passed, Perception was classed as ready to join the ranks as a scout. His name was ultimately shortened to PS.1, which stood for Perception Scout 1, which has been used as a code name. The first months seemed easy. Since Perception was a newbie, he was the tag along for another, older and more wise dog named Klaus. Klaus, after a couple of months, had served his duty as 'The dog whom showed Perception the ropes,' and retired from his rank to a more senior rank, which lead him to being carted off to a different camp.
Since then, at the age of six years, Perception's training and Klaus's tactics where in scripted into his brain. And this is what makes Perception the dog he is today.
Appearance~ Perception is average built for the German Shephard breed. With his unnatural colouring, many have thought him to be an Alsation, but it is confirmed he is not. He has a very thick coat, which is useful in the winter for keeping himself and his master warm. Perception's master is specific on the dog's collar. It is a rather dull brown, a shade of which he has in his coat so he does not stand out. This is hidden under his thick fur. His master has written on the collar 'Perce', so if he is to fall into enemy hands, the enemies would not have his proper military code name: PS.1, or his actual name.
Extra~ Force, Fight and war!
Nice application! ^.^
You are truelly accepted! ^.^
Also, if you wish to be a leader of the Military Force Army, send me a Rp sample, please.
You may start if you wish or if not, then we shall wait for 1-2 applications! ^.^
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Name: Star
Owner: Tyler
Age: 2
Genger: Female
Breed: Husky wolf mix
Pack: Stray Pack
Rank: Fighter
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups :None
Personality: Rp
History: Rp
Appearance: Pic
Extra: none
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war. (sorry i was half asleep and forgot to put it in here )
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the eye with the yellow by it is the right and the eye with the blue is the left
Name: Star
Owner: Tyler
Age: 2
Genger: Female
Breed: Husky wolf mix
Pack: Stray Pack
Rank: Fighter
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups :None
Personality: Rp
History: Rp
Appearance: Pic
Extra: none
Please, if you wish to be in Stray Pack, you don't need to have an owner, only in Military, are the owners.
Also, read rules, plot and the story.
Otherwise, you shall not be accpted! :/
Sorry, 'bout that. :c
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alright no prob i guess ill be in the military ^_^ and sorry for my spelling errors
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"I beg to dream & differ from the hollow lies."
Name~
Omaha
Owner~
Lieutenat Robert F. Parks
Age~
4 Years old
Gender~
Male
Breed~
Belgian Malinois
Pack/Force?
WWII Pack/force.
Rank~
Next in line, if it's ok with you?
Crush~
None. Too serious about his work to care.
Mate~
None
Pups~
None
Personality~
Omaha is extremely tough, intelligent, and loyal. Being raised in a militant setting, he is very well disciplined and trained, and would give anything- even his own well-being- to protect his comrades. He is more serious than anything; his one-track, work-driven mind only allowing for a normally serious demeanor while on-duty. Even while off-duty, he is still very attentive and strict, though he does managed to relax during. When it comes to his unit, he is very tough on the lower ranking individuals, simply for safety's purpose- but he knows when to submit to his own authority, and will gladly do so unless said authority is acting against what he believes is right. He is always one to stand up for what he believes in, even if that means defying his authority- though such cases are rare and far between. He will not stand for foolishness or any disobedience.
History~
Omaha was born in a military canine breeding program type of situation. Right when he was weaned, he was whisked away from his birth family and put in with his current partner and owner- Robert Parks, who raised him. Together, the paid endured intense boot camp and training exercises that were necessary before deployment. He has been in service since his weaning, so the military is all he knows. Quickly, he and his partner- a well fitted, bonded team- flew through the ranks out on the field until reaching their current position.
Appearance~
Omaha has a large scar across the top/bridge of his muzzle- the aftermath of flying shrapnel from a close-rage grenade explosion. Other than that, he has the looks of any other Malinois- a sandy tan pelt with dark markings. His body shape is that of a trained athlete, built well and muscular, yet sleek for skilled, swift movement.
Extra~
Force, Fight, War! C:
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"Coming together is a beginning;
keeping together is progress;
working together is success."
Name:
His name is Blitzen.
Owner:
His owner is Lieutenant Johnathan G. Krosworth.
Age:
He is currently five years old.
Gender:
He is of the male.
Breed:
He is a German Shepherd.
Pack/Force:
He is of the Force.
Rank:
He is the Lead Guard.
Crush:
He is not interested.
Mate:
He does not have a mate.
Pups:
He has no pups.
Personality: Blitzen is amiable to those he has grown close to and enjoys playing pranks. He is a keen opportunist. He has an ease with words useful in diplomacy, preferring to resolve conflicts with little violence. However, he is a skilled fighter who gains the confidence of his comrades through his charm and ability to rapidly make decisions concerning trivial situations or issues. He is steadfastly loyal to those he cares about and will defend them with tooth and claw, even at the cost of his life. However, he can be a little defensive of himself at times. He doesn't always like admitting to his mistakes, but he tries to. He is also easily provoked and has a temper at times. Sometimes, he hardens himself and shuts out the world. He is a master at concealing his emotions and slipping emotionless masks over his face, much to the frustration of some. The more time you spend with him, the less you seem to know about him. He does open up to those he really trusts, although he doesn't share too much. Blitzen has a hard time admitting his limits. He doesn't like to confess to feeling "weak," even when he is obviously exhausted. This shows a bit of his stubborn side. He occasionally judges people a little too quickly, and he can be a little too wary at times.
History:
Blitzen had always lived with his family, which consisted of three siblings and a mother. His father was long gone before he was born - killed in an explosion when working as a military dog. At first, his mother decided that the military would not come back, however, her theory was wrong. At the age of 8 months, Blitzen, still a young pup, was taken away from his family to train and work as a military dog, as if following his father's footsteps. Immediately, he was placed with Johnathan G. Krosworth for the two to train together. The two got along, but of course, they both had their ups and downs with each other. However, soon enough, they finally reached their final rank of where they would stay in.
Appearance:
Blitzen is an average sized dog for his breed, the German Shepherd. He basically looks a tad similar to other shepherds, with his light brown pelt and a black splotch covering his back and muzzle. A tough, wide, and old scar runs near the side of his mouth from an accidental scrape by Jonathan's gun.
Extra:
Force; Fight; War. ^^
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"An obstacle can be a tiny pebble or a huge mountain. You decide."
Name: Night
Owner: Lieutenant James Kenelworth
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Female
Breed: German Shepherd Dog
Pack/Force: She is in the force.
Rank: Lead fighter
Crush: She has none, and wants none
Mate: She has none and wants none
Pups: She has none and wants none
Personality: Night is a serious, hard working female. She takes her work seriously. She usually ignores any distractions, unless she considers it a serious matter. She loves her owner, James, and will take 1,000 assault rifle bullets for him. Night has no interest in mates or pups. If someone brings it up she will change the subject as soon as possible. In the middle of the battle field she is serious, and won't put up with foolishness.
History: Born in a military dog service kennel, Night was the largest in her litter. The service has high hopes for her, as she fought for her milk and was the dominant in her litter. When she was about 7 weeks, she stopped milking and started eating solid food. She was placed in a crate and brought to the army base. James Kenelworth adopted her. She was raised and trained there.
Appearance: Pictures above
Extra: Force, Fight, and War
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Kenyah
"We're all in the samme game; Just different levels. Dealing with the same hell; Just different devils"
Slowly the sun had begun to rise, and all seemed quiet across the lands as the pack lay-some motinless and others stirring, some silent where as others snored and made small noises in their dreams. It all seemed calm and relaxing for once, but this was not to last and soon the pack would be up and searching for their next meal-it was quite hard to find a decent food source around here, the main one being from the military force near by. Although it was risky venturing there it had to be done by a few brave dogs.
Early hours in the morning it was and Kenyah woke, she had a restless sleep that night-dreaming with the fear of being savagely attacked by a group of military hounds, one gunshot to the head bringing her to her death. Although she wasn't scared of those canines the dream had startled her and made her sleep a living hell-fortunately it didn't happen every night and this was the first it had happened in three days luckily for her. Quietly, the large German Shepherd shuffled in her sleep-her bright, wide brown eyes shooting open as she lifted her head. Glancing around the pack with heavy breathing. Everyone seemed asleep and everything seemed ok. Sighing, she lifted to her paws.
The black pelt of a canid rose from the dusty grounds of the foreign country-her pelt seeming covered in dusty and sand. Spreading her fore and hind legs equally apart she began to shake, many particles of dust and sand returning to their origional place on the ground-her chain jingling as she done so. Soon enough she stopped and her chain returned to hang loosely around her neck and her tail swaying back and forth as she glared around. Everything was quiet.
Kenyah's role in the pack was to guard her fellow pack members, and so she done so. Every morning she would wake up early hourse just to patrol the area to keep her 'family' same. Many questioned her why she was always up so early and alert-but being the head guard had something to do with it, along with her protective instincts. Slowly, she stalked towards a medium size rock and hopped on top, this was where her pack mates would usually find her watching the distances. Now, she waited for the sleeping canines to wake.
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Rambo
"Starting from today, I need to forget what's gone. Appreciate what still remains and look forward to what's coming next"
Rambo had went to sleep early that night, it was rare for the young pup to do so as many knew his as a 'night owl' as he loved staying up late with the elder dogs, hearing their stories of the war-it seemed to really interest the young pup a lot, what most things struggled to do. But those stories only made the pup love the thought of being in the military more-unless he heard the stories of losing lives or limbs. This was a strange topic for Ram as he loved the military but had also grown a strong hate ever since they let him go-but he found a new home.
The youngster had been asleep for several hours, his side pressed against the sand as he watched others drift off, and that's when he went. Unlike usual Rambo had drifted off rather quickly, not because he was boring but because he had a hard day working, training to be the tru fighter he wants to be, and the faster he sleeps the faster he gets his next training lesson.
As soon as the pup drifted off her entered a sudden dream, the setting was all to familiar-he was in the military base. Many other dogs and people surrounded him, but now they were older and no longer pups. The shooting had begun and rung through his ears-they were soon released into the fields. Rambo seemed a pro, dodging through the minde fields and crouching in the long grass-his fur helping him to blend in as he attacked several people. Posted the best dong on the force apparently. Right infront of him people and objects were blown up in to many different peaces-but these gory scenes didn't bother him.
Soon, the pups dream was cut short as the sound of jungling caught his attention, opening his eyes ever so slightly he watched. One of the larger dogs known as Kenyah passed-still seeming half asleep but ready for anything. Rambo seen her as mysterious, he didn't know why he just did-he watched carefully as she quickly scouted the area then took a place upon a rock-watching over the pack. Smiling he shrugged and went back to sleep-the dream continuing on the war field as his sturdy legs brushed against the sand-yips escaping the sleeping pup.
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"An obstacle can be a tiny pebble or a huge mountain. You decide."
Name: Night
Owner: Lieutenant James Kenelworth
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Female
Breed: German Shepherd Dog
Pack/Force: She is in the force.
Rank: Lead fighter
Crush: She has none, and wants none
Mate: She has none and wants none
Pups: She has none and wants none
Personality: Night is a serious, hard working female. She takes her work seriously. She usually ignores any distractions, unless she considers it a serious matter. She loves her owner, James, and will take 1,000 assault rifle bullets for him. Night has no interest in mates or pups. If someone brings it up she will change the subject as soon as possible. In the middle of the battle field she is serious, and won't put up with foolishness.
History: Born in a military dog service kennel, Night was the largest in her litter. The service has high hopes for her, as she fought for her milk and was the dominant in her litter. When she was about 7 weeks, she stopped milking and started eating solid food. She was placed in a crate and brought to the army base. James Kenelworth adopted her. She was raised and trained there.
Appearance: Pictures above
Extra: Force, Fight, and War
Accepted! ^.^
You may post! ^.^
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Perception
Perception lay on the dry mud, which was recently slushy and wet from a downpour of rain. Everything was so quiet...so peaceful. Piecing morning ray's is the reason the German Shephard awoke from a long, good night's slumber. The location of Perception's resting place was outside of a very old, decaying building. The brickwork was falling off and the light yellow paint was all gone, except for the odd spot. This place had no windows, but instead, had chicken wire covering the places where glass should be. It was not stable or safe, but Perceptions current job was to warn off any approaching people, for example, Nazi's.
The six year old brute raised his head, which he had rested on his paws for his sleeping position. He stuck his nose in the air and inhaled the crisp morning breeze. Scent's of flowers, grass blades and coffee filled his senses, but no unnatural activity registered. Perception yawned loudly, arose from his sleeping place and stretched out his limbs slowly, quickly shaking himself from the floors debris afterwards.
In the decaying house was muttering and the familiar voice of Harold, his master that he ached dearly to see, but his instructions where strict to stay outside at all costs. Perceptions instructions, of course, were difficult to understand for a dog, but the male Shephard was accustom to watching his master's body language and listening to his tone of voice. Perception was quick to respond and sat outside, watching, waiting into the night until he was let off his guard by Harold and was told to go to sleep.
After a couple of minuets of Perception pacing, Harold exit the house, along with three other men, all of which were carrying snipers on their backs. "Good lad, Perce" Harold whispered into Perception's ear. The dog was overjoyed to see his master, but was determined to stay professional, so snorted and licked his masters hand. "Get on the radio. Tell the General no seen threat's, position four of four cleared." Harold instructed to one of the men, whom nodded whilst he took a large bag off one of the other man's shoulder and unpacked it to reveal a large black box with an aerial, undoubtedly the radio. He laid it on the bone dry ground and began to talk into a hand held device attached to the box. A static voice replied after him. "General understood," The man operating the box said, placing it back into the bag. "Okay. Now, moving back to camp, men. Let's go." Instructed Harold to the other men and Perception. The dog had estimated, on his way here, that it was a one hour trek trough a forest to reach their destination. As Perception walked on at his masters side, breakfast came to mind, and his stomach grumbled rapidly as they began the long walk home.
(Confusing? Let me just run you through it, because I could not find a suitable place to insert this into the post. Perception, Harold and many other people where instructed by The General (The highest possible rank who serves at another base,) to camp at four post's surrounding a village to protect it from a tip off about a threat. You may join in this mission if you wish at another post around the village. I thought it was a good starter point for those who are not sure what to do with their character's in the force. Sometimes waking up and sitting back down again is not the most interesting start to post's.)
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"I beg to dream & differ from the hollow lies."
Omaha
The Belgian Malinois sat tall, surveillant ears erect atop his skull as always. At his back were the remains of what used to be a nice little brick and concrete house, now reduced to half of a crumbling wall from the constant mortar fire. At his front was a cracked road connecting to an adjacent stone bridge. This area would have been quite a lovely place, pre-war. Not too close to the city, not too secluded. Omaha gave his slim head a shake to rid himself of those distracting thoughts, and refocused on his objective. Blinking, he turned and stalked towards his partner, Lieutenant Parks- who sat, back against the old crumbling wall, along with three other soldiers- all of them clutching their weapons, and preparing to venture into the vast rubble remains of the house to sweep it for any opposing forces who might be hiding there.
"On your guard." Lieutenant Parks whispered to his accompanying soldiers before nodding his helmet-protected head at the Malinois standing before him, then gesturing the company onward with a brief movement of his hand. Quickly picking up the signal, Omaha started forward first. It was his duty to trek somewhat ahead of the company because his keen nose and ears could pick up the signs of an enemy or explosive far quicker than his human counterparts.
Each pawstep made a crackling noise as it was set down upon the collapsed concrete heaps. Behind the canine, the four soldiers crept at a crouch, always scanning the area. Omaha continued to cautiously climb the pile of crumbling debris, all the while his nostrils quivering and ears flicking at the slightest sounds. The faint sound of the radio attached to the backpack of one soldier made the Belgian Malinois freeze. The soldier quickly answered it. "It's the other team- position four is clear." The man announced at a hushed whisper to his commanding officer, who responded with a nod then refocused. Shaking his head, Omaha carried on, picking each paw up high as he climbed up the concrete rubble. Suddenly, a crackling sound made the large dog freeze again- his muscles tense and tail held rigid and vertical. That wasn't the sound of his or his company's footsteps- it came from the other side of the rubble hill.
The stiff motion Omaha held was a silent signal to his company there was trouble, and they immediately- yet silently- found cover. Out of nowhere, a German soldier popped up from behind his own cover and instantly opened fire upon the regime. With a snarl, Omaha clambered aside to get out of the rain of bullets, then launched himself forward, tackling the enemy soldier to the ground from the side. As the two struggled, Omaha's company returned fire at the few other foes who had shown themselves. The soldier with the radio slumped down behind his concrete slab cover and snatched the receiver from the radio itself "We got trouble at position three. The Krauts have us overwhelmed, here. We need backup, I repeat, backup requested." The man shouted above the fire of bullets.
[[Btw, I wish no offense upon anyone of German origin by the use of the term "Kraut"- 'tis simply slang that the Americans used to refer to the German soldiers in WWII.
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"An obstacle can be a tiny pebble or a huge mountain. You decide."
Night and her owner were with 3 other men. They stood in front of a large, crumbly building. Then James motioned inside and they give others followed. Night looked around. It was a dark two room building with and upstairs. The four men investigated and searched the building. Night sniffed at the first stair board. She tried to remove it but her lack of thumbs made it hard. One of the men was about to step on the stair, but Night leaped in front of him. The man looked at her in confusion. Night pawed at the board. The other four soldiers gathered as the man lifted the board. Everyone leapt back in horror. A bomb was ticking in the space. James leapt forward and hit the voice command button, "Deactivate!" The bomb beeped a few times then shut off. James got on his radio and buzzed the main camp, "We found a bomb in section 1 of 4. Code: Baker Option Mike Baker."
(Military alphabet much?)
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"Why die when we can live?"
Aztec
Aztec, woke up from a dream and yawned.
His teeth seemed to show up to anyone who looked at him.
He stood up and stretched his body.
His silver pelt bursted from sides while he stretched.
Soon standing tall, he walked out of the hunter's den and walked towards the nursery.
Soon entering in, he looked at his mate and spoke up. "Good morning Luna!" He spoke up with a smile before he sat down, awaiting for her responce.
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"Do we really have to fight?"
Luna
The female yawned as she woke up.
Soon yawing, she heard a voice in the distance.
Looking at the way, she noticed Aztec, her particulary mate.
Smiling, she answered back. "Good morning Aztec!" She gave a smile back to her mate that now was sitting down.