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Year 2208, C.E
"Each and everyone of you is here because this rotting city won't cleanse it self from those who break the rules."
"That is why you are needed to keep control of the city."
"You need to maintain order, and use brute force if necessary."
"This is an advanced training course, for you all are now eligible for more privileges."
"The Organization rules this area, and the government runs the show, so you W I L L answer to our commands."
"You W I L L dispose of those who rebel."
"You W I L L NOT hesitate to execute these actions in order to preserve the Organization's standards."
"In order to maintain directive, there needs to be fear within the people."
"People who fear will not commit acts of rebellion."
"They will not try to rebel against the Organization."
"While this canine force is here to establish this dominance, you are here to serve the Government and follow our system.
"All of this we teach is for the greater good."
"Human police are needed elsewhere, more important than scurrying the dirty streets."
"Remember, if you are disloyal, or defy our goals, you will be permanently.."
"-removed."
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The Earth has become freezing cold, with most places too harsh to inhabit, mountains have formed into ice and eroded into treacherous peaks caused by the cold, gusty winds. Although very dangerous, humans found refuge within these structures by excavating circular habitable zones; establishing cities surrounded by giant walls. These places are protected from the harsh winds and chilling cold, but they are nothing more than a desert wasteland surrounded by ice, barren and dry. The government took over what was left of the human race race, monitoring the citizens under strict control.
Dogs are prohibited and are used for something more "useful." They are not allowed to be domesticated family friends, but instead, sent to the Organization for training. These dogs are used to keep order within the cities, and will use force without hesitation. They had become corrupt and savage because of the Organization, which caused the citizens to fear these animals as the years passed. Half of this canine force are machine apparatuses, who are in complete control by the Organization. The Organization is the government; they rule by fear and power, and the Earth has fallen victim to their corruption.
This role-play is about this idea, that is based off of a video called Eighty-six, made by a youtuber named SumikoOneeSan.
"Most dogs don't remember much, but most do remember seeing four blank, white walls. You must know them. They remember the floor being always hard and stone cold, and the air in the room, forever stagnant. Which I am sure you know now recognize. Many hear the barks from the other fellow canines, some sounded mostly dog, some sounded part mechanical, and others all machine. You and me hear them almost every day."
"All of the canines in the Organization were born into this world, taken from their mothers and taken to the Organization, just like you and me. Many of the ones brought here know that nothing there seemed natural. All of the canines there have been trained to think like one of the Machine Dogs. You are in training now, pup. I ask for you not to become one of those brain-washed dogs, keep your beliefs, yet keep them to yourself."
"Some dogs didn't have mechanical parts on their body, the reason being they were part wolf. That was considered rare, and the Organization sought not to tamper with this naturally occurred phenomenon. You are part wolf, and your tag reads '90'. That means your are ninety percent wolf. Other dogs, as you can see- almost always had a mechanical part on their body, while others, were called the Mechs- for they were completely machine, with no heart. They were controlled by the Organization."
"Some of the canines here don't dare to stand up to the Organization or their followers- yet almost everyone has their beliefs. Secretly, I have been forming a plan with group of canines we are plotting- to escape the dreaded place. I ask for you, pup, to stay here. If I do not come back, I am afraid that I am dead. If I do come back, it will be for me only to come back and rescue you. My only advice for you, is that this world has become a dangerous place, and in order to survive..."
"- you must have patience."
These were the words spoken by the one wolf who had rebelled against the Organization. Many canines scared to join her group, didn't dare rebel with her. In the end- her plan had backfired, and she died, along with the many canines who also rebelled with her. Years have passed, and the Mechs believe that no other rebellion is going on, yet the one pup who she had spoken to, is still alive, yet she doesn't dare speak up about her beliefs, just like her mother figure had told her. She however, has a plan that she hasn't told anyone.
A plan to escape.
You will be playing the many dogs who want to rebel against the Organization.
Will you make it out alive along with the others, or will you perish trying to escape?
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The city is a barren, dusty, desert like area, with the many sand-brick homes of it's inhabitants. The area looks like a wasteland. The city is surrounded by huge, mountains that are white and covered in snow. They are huge and treacherous, and the doors leading out of the area are locked, always guarded by the humans, and other Mechs just in case. The city is guarded by the Mechs- and it is common to see a patrol of them and other dogs strolling through the many streets. The Organization is a lab-like place, home to the humans who make and train the many dogs who work for the Organization. It is home to the many people of the government, yet downstairs- in a locked area, is where the main lab is.
There are many rooms that house many dogs, the organization similar to one of a kennel. The rooms are blank and white, and the floor is hard and stone cold. The air is stagnant, and the only items in the rooms are food and water bowls. A button is pushed by its inhabitants if they are hungry or thirsty, and water or food pours into the bowls. The food is tasteless, and the water tastes of metal. There are doors on all of the cages- that lead into the rooms, yet there is a back-door for its canine inhabitants, that leads into an area outside- that is fenced in by tall walls so that the dogs do not escape. Inside the downstairs, are rooms for many things for the canines, such as meeting rooms and training rooms.
The dogs are corruption, they are created by corruption. They are programed only to know the knowledge within the walls of the city. The powers to reign over the subordinates under their control is their purpose. They are not living organisms. They are living machines created out of countless parts. They were created for the sole purpose of controlling and directing the other dogs. They are a tool for the Organization. They can't feel, they don't have emotions, and they follow all of the commands without hesitation. The dogs that are called Mechs, have slowly turned into a synthetic, full machine- and become completely stripped of their existence to remain a living organism. All the dogs are taught that the methods of the Organization are the correct way.
The dogs that are in the organization were replaced by machines if they were seen as weak, or too poorly structured to serve a purpose. An example would be that if a dog has a broken leg, the Organization simply replaces it with a mechanical device. If the dog is suffering from internal damage, the Organization simply replaces their heart, lungs, intestines, and the entire internal structure with perfunctory devices. If the dog is old, the Organization simply replaces their dysfunctional part with apparatuses. If a dog has no use at all, they are culled. Other dogs are simply infected with many chemicals to have some sort of other use. Some dogs that are not played with, are wolves- for they are rare. The only things that the ones that are mixed with wolf are exposed to- would be chemicals and tests.
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. Be a nice person, no likes to associate with rude people. If you and another person want to argue, don't disrupt the roleplay, keep it to yourself, or work it out in private messages.
. Be active! Many people in this role-play will be important in terms of moving on in the role-play and thickening the plot, so please don't die out in the role-play, and if you want to leave, kill your character off or something.
. You are allowed to have two characters, nothing more unless you ask and you show you can handle more than two characters. You can't play a mech, yet you can play a dog with mechanical parts, or a dog part wolf, ect. You can't be completely wolf.
. No Gary or Mary Sues. No one is perfect, and your character shouldn't be either.
. This is a literate role play, so be sure to use correct grammar and spelling. You must have two paragraphs for each post, with five to seven sentences. No one-liners or overly short posts.
. God-modding and power-playing is not allowed, in your post, simply 'try' to lay a bite on the other instead of auto-hitting them. You aren't allowed to control others characters unless you have permission.
. Unusual colors or markings are not allowed, and collars and jewelry are not allowed- however, all dogs that are not mechs carry tags that read their information. All breeds are accepted. This is a canine role-play, so no other species, please.
. You can't automatically escape from the Organization. Mechs are everywhere- and kill without hesitation. There is no way in or out of the Organization, the only exception being the special orange cards the humans carry around. The fence that stops them from leaving the outside area is tall, and has a fenced off ceiling as well. This must be a dragged out process so that the plot can actually go on, and so the role-play won't be so short.
. Romance amongst characters is allowed- if you have time for it, and if your characters can manage to find love in such dark times.
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IDEA BASED OFF EIGHTY SIX.
I do not own the idea.
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Character Application
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Species:
Percent of dog:
Percent of wolf:
Percent of mechanical parts:
Detailed description of their appearance/personality/ect:
C h a r a c t e r s
Room 23 -
Cynder, Kystine, Salaki, Bandit, They keep most wolf mixes together.
Room 24 -
Zephra, Shadow, Alever,
Room 25 - Listal, Chance,
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Species:
Percent of dog:
Percent of wolf:
Percent of mechanical parts:
Detailed description of their appearance/personality/ect:
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Name: Zephra
Gender: Female
Age: Four
Species: German Shepherd
Percent of dog: 70%
Percent of wolf: 0%
Percent of mechanical parts: 30%
Detailed description of their appearance/personality/ect:
Zephra is a very petite and agile young shepherd. Both hind legs are mechanical as well as her jaw and all teeth have been made into nearly unbreakable metal material. The rest of her slender body consists of the average German shepherd appearance. Sandy colored base coat with the black back blanket and almost full black face. Her eyes are emerald green and sometimes change due to miss-connected wired in her mechanical parts. they often change from gold to blue to green. her mechanical back legs allow for a faster run and high jumps. her jaw and teeth allow for an accurate and extreme bite force against any enemy.
Zephra is a very snappy young sas, and she takes orders from nobody but whom she must. She has an aggressive attitude towards any other dogs, which is why she must often be separated from the other dogs, she is being trained to attack on command and they plan to use her as a guard/patrol dog for around the city. She simply wants to do her own thing, which is why she is dead set on getting out of this hell town. She has a hatred for all lately, considering they took away her legs and her jaw, and replaced them with cold, heavy metal material. She isn't a happy one, at that.
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Name:
Kystine
Gender:
She is a female dog.
Age:
Kyst is only one year old- still very young.
Species:
She is a canine, she is a wolf mixed with a husky.
Percent of dog:
She is 10% husky.
Percent of wolf:
She is 90% wolf.
Percent of mechanical parts:
She has 0% mechanical parts.
Description of their appearance/personality/ect:
Kystine is light-builded, wolf mix. But being a wolf, she has a muscular build- one that many dogs don't have. Yet the main part to show that she isn't completely a wolf would be her face and her slightly lighter build. She has the lush, soft fur of a wolf, and is able to withstand harsh, snowy climates, meaning that unlike the humans- she can withstand the cold that the earth has dropped to, outside the walls. Due to her lighter build, she can run quite fast- yet still hold her own in any sort of fight- but with the added chemicals, that part doesn't seem to greatly show. She has lean, tough muscles- and a fluffy tail. Kyst has a black nose and icy, blue eyes. She wears a tag that reads ninety, which is her percentage of wolf. But even if she has no mechanical parts, she has been put into a machine many times- as the humans have tried to amplify her body. Due to their many tests and injections- she has toughened skin- that sharp objects cannot easily rip into- including the teeth of other dogs, even the mechanical dogs.
She also has something in her blood that allows her to have extra bursts of speed, meaning she has some sort of second wind, allowing her to chase others for an extended amount of time. This also seems to have allowed her to go faster than a normal dog or wolf. She has obviously gotten this to chase criminals in the streets. This gives her a great amount of endurance and stamina, and a wonderful speed. The wolf mix also seems to have an amplified jaw. She has been trained to chase criminals and knock them down, not really to attack them unless they struggle or try to injure her, then the mechanical do the work, which is why she is usually on patrols with other dogs, and not on patrols by herself. Yet there is a rare point where she does have the mission to attack and kill certain criminals. Kystine is a naturally submissive, shy, and quiet dog- which is why she is the main target amongst the other dogs, as they take her nature as a show of weakness.
The humans don't bother to separate her, as her wounds heal quickly due to the many chemicals injected into her body. Kystine normally will not fight back against other dogs- yet transforms into a different dog when out on patrols. She strives to prove to the Organization she is loyal, yet secretly- she despises the Organization, and hates them with a bitter, angry hatred. They have taken her only mother figure and friend, and she is still plotting against them. She hasn't told anyone about her plans, as she wants to wait. Kystine listens to the advice of the other, she knows she must have patience before striking. She seems to be kinder around other dogs should they befriend her, and proves to be more of an optimistic, happy soul- even if things are down. But usually- she is in a sad mood due to how messed up the world has become, yet it doesn't take much to coax out that bit of pup-like immaturity, and happy attitude. Even though she doesn't like her work- she knows that if she doesn't show that she follows their views completely, she'll die- which has turned her into a wonderful actor.
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Your accepted, but your character won't be separated from the other dogs no matter how aggressive she is. Any animal she mauls will just be healed by the Organization. c:
Everyone else, apply and post!
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Name:
Cynder
Gender:
Female
Age:
Almost one year old, still sort of a puppy.
Species:
Rottweiler mixed with a labrador-wolf mix.
Percent of dog:
60%
Percent of wolf:
40%
Percent of mechanical parts:
0%
Detailed description of their appearance/personality/ect:
Cynder has a very light build, long yet stocky legs, thin tail and a rather short muzzle. Her fur is short and silky, black, brown and tan in color with white points - normal colors for a rottie. Cynder's nose is fully black and so are her lips. Eyes are a normal dark hazel.
Cynder is a very jolly gal despite the crisis the world is in. She is completely oblivious on what's happening, thus she doesn't see a big deal of it. Cynder follows every order given to her, even though she despises being ordered around. Hearing what other dogs had to say about the Organization, Cynder thought about it and agreed almost instantly. They all wanted to escape, and she would gladly trekk along. Most dogs go easy on her since she's still a pup - somewhat, and it makes her feel more important, thus making her boasty and childish most of the time.
(I love that animation, SumikoOneeSan is an amazing animator. ^^)
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Name: Salaki
Gender: Male
Age: Two years
Species: Malamute / Timber Wolf cross (Wolamute)
Percent of dog: 70%
Percent of wolf: 30%
Percent of mechanical parts: 0%
Detailed description of their appearance/personality/ect: Appearance: Salaki about 102 lbs. of very strong-willed dog, and sharp as a whip. He has black, white, and tan patches along his body and including his head. He has a black nose with a white muzzle and black stripe running down, along with a circle of tan around his black eyes. A layer of black outlines his ears, while tan colors inside of it.
Personality: Salaki is prideful of himself at times, but he is willing to step down when someone takes the leader position. He is moody at times, and due to that he has a sharp tongue and is stubborn. He isn't very fond of pups and isn't interested in love or finding a mate. Sakali isn't afraid of standing up for others or for himself, and usually, he won't let the situation slip past without a hard fight. When the Organization was mentioned, Sakali immediately agreed, wishing to escape as well as the others. He took this opportunity to show his leadership, strength, and of course, to escape.
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Wonderful applications. c:
I shall accept you!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bL6C5k4iIhk (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bL6C5k4iIhk)
This is the video the roleplay is based on, so if you want to watch it, then go ahead. c: I should have started organizing rooms, hmm. It is four dogs to a room, so ill just organize them as more people join. I have some up already, above the 'characters' list which I need to work on.
We can start when a couple more people join, we still need a few more. ;o; remember guys- we must have balanced genders. c:
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May I add another Character? Male. :)
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Sure you can add another character. c:
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((If you want I can add another male character))
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That would be nice, Oreo, but only if you WANT to add another male character. c: It's up to you.
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Name: Shadow
Gender: Male
Age: 4 years
Species: German Shepherd
Percent of dog: 80%
Percent of wolf: 5%
Percent of mechanical parts: 15% (Left hind leg and paw)
Detailed description of their appearance/personality/ect: Appearance: Shadow has a tan pelt with a black "blob" across his back. A white patch is nested under his chin, along with a black muzzle and nose. With amber-colored eyes, he has black rims around it. His left hind leg and paw are replaced with a mechanical part. A yellow tag is clipped around his neck.
Personality: Shadow is quiet, but not completely shy. He doesn't like socializing with other canines, hence he enjoys doing solitary work. He doesn't mind working with others, but he prefers to work alone, as said. Though Shadow is quiet, he does have a sharp tongue, and it will lash out at you if he is angered. He can be gullible at times, and struggles trying to make the right choice. When Shadow was only about a pup, he agreed to join the Organization, thinking it was a safe place for dogs. As he grew up, he started getting into fights, hence his hind leg damaged. After his leg was replaced, he realized how dangerous and frightening this place was, and soon wished to escape.
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((Before mechanical replacement))
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Name: Bandit
Gender: Male
Age: 4 Years Old
Species: Blue Heeler Mutt / Hudson Bay Wolf Cross (Excluding mechanical parts)
Percent of dog: 85%
Percent of wolf: 10%
Percent of mechanical parts: 5%
Detailed description of their:
Appearance - Bandit is a nearly all mechanic-free canine. He has a skinny and light-weight stature, coming in handy for running and being able to dodge quicker during a fight. His fur is mixed with colors; it varies from golden-brown to black. His only mechanical part is his left eye. The original pair of chocolate brown eyes was ruined in a gruesome fight during one of his patrols. His left eye had been lost, and even though he still had the slightest traces of wolf blood, the Organization chose to give him a mechanical eye which Bandit finds as an improvement, as it is able to see further and sharper. The Organization also, for reasons only one can guess at, made the eye look quite realistic. Due to the discoloring of the new left eye, his eyes are now mismatched in color - the mechanical one being icy blue and the old one still being brown.
Personality - Bandit has never been the leading type, nor does he want to be. He considers himself more like a jester: servant to the king and queen. He tries to make the best of the situation generally or crack a joke here and there, but his sarcasm isn't always appreciated, especially if a Mech just happens to be around. Like some of the other normal dogs, he also would like to take a dump on the whole Organization and escape, but thanks to a friend being slaughtered trying to escape, he generally keeps this to himself although whenever possible, he's always up for some Organization-bashing.
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I shall accept you both. c:
Judging by the percentage of wolf, the Organization declares that any dog found with more than 10% wolf in their blood, will be put into a room of four other dogs- this shows that the higher percentage of a wolf, the more treatment you get.
- Zephra, Shadow,
- Bandit, Kystine, Cynder, Salaki.
We can start now! c:
It shall begin with all the dogs going outside for their morning breath of fresh air. This usually is one hour long, so after this patrols, and so on.
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Kystine had found herself once more, lodged in the corner of the room. The cold floor had awoken her once more- and the way her body was curled, made it uncomfortable, and she was unable to continue sleeping. She hadn't moved- her body aching from her strange way of sleeping, and from last nights testing. This night- she had tried struggling to get away, she had lunged at a human who was close to her, her bark fierce and her paws leading the charge to his face. The dog has only managed to get in a light scratch by her teeth before she was jerked back by her back hind-leg and knocked harshly to the floor. They had then infected her with a needle, which hindered her movement. She was unable to move her limbs. Her punishment, was a longer- and more dragged out test- that actually hurt her. She was put back into the room, shivering and jumping- with whines that racked her body, yet didn't come out of her mouth, she had barely managed to sleep that night.
The cling of the door in the room opening had alerted the mix, and her lazy blue eyes looked towards the front door. The sight of it not opened confused her, before she turned to see the back door open, that led to the outside. Kystine got up slowly- wobbling a bit, before stretching her body, shaking out her fur as she took her time observing the other dogs in her room, before allowing them to land on the freshly put-out tasteless pellets. The sight made her ears go back- as she remembered such tasteless food. But she knew that she had to eat, to at least keep her strength up, if had shown any sign of weakness- they might think something was wrong with her. Carefully, she had made her way towards the steel bowls, first soothing her thirst before allowing herself to eat some of the pellets in the bowl. The wolf-mix had forced herself to eat as much as she could, before she had left- slipping out of the room, stretching her legs as she did so. She had took a submissive posture, scampering to the side of the cage. The wolf MIX had forced herself into the corner, before she had allowed herself to calm. Her gaze landed on the many other dogs coming out into the open, but she otherwise looked off, studying the world outside the fence.
It didn't take long for the other dogs to notice that their favorite chewing toy was out, it in fact only took a couple of minutes as more dogs begun to fill the yard.
Kystine hadn't known she was being eyed down like a piece of prey.
One dog- who had noticed her the moment she had gotten out there, had broken into a light lope towards the oblivious female- who had allowed her head to touch her paws. Kyst was beginning to hope the other dogs would leave her along this time. She was wrong. The mix was beaten down quickly, snaps of the others teeth barely missing her wide icy eyes as she had lowered herself to the ground- yet she had jumped up in a surprised fashion as soon as something sharp enclosed on her ear. Kystine hadn't expected it, and despite trying to get up, had fallen to the ground as the other shoved itself into her shoulder with a surprising force. She had fallen with a startled snarl- and she bared her teeth.
Her act of aggression seemed to fuel the mechanical-jawed rottweiler, who had increased the amount of force in his beatings the moment she had bared her teeth. Kystine immediately had dropped into her submissive pose again, tail curling in between her legs- and her ears flattening against her head as she allowed herself to move lower to the ground. She knew fighting back would be bad- other dogs seemed to love fights- and she was a dog that not many liked, so she'd be beaten down in a heart-beat. This didn't stop the dog though- he had continued to rip and thrash whatever he could reach. He bit her hip- sinking teeth to the bone, and ripping open a slightly healed cut. The other then proceeded to cut her face from eye to her shoulder, snarling and growling as if it had gone mad. The dog had finished in a couple of minutes, their anger gone- and their blood-lust subdued as it had walked away. The wolf-mix had waited for a moment, laying still, and accepting the pain before raising her head to look at her body- to see what wounds she had. Her paw was completely red- obviously wounded, but otherwise it wasn't anything serious- it would heal soon. She also had a gash along her stomach, a painful one- that made her wince every time she moved. Then she had a cut on her hind-leg, and one on her face- overlapping the scar she already had there.
It wasn't as if the Organization would actually do anything, so she otherwise would have to sit there and lick her wounds clean. They weren't severe, and they'd allow her body to heal on its own. They didn't care that much for the wolf mix. She was used to it however, and only gave a small glare towards the retreating dog, before turning to lick her wounds. Another day- more scars, how lucky she was.
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The dry pellets touched Shadow's tongue as he nibbled on one, wrinkling his muzzle in disgust. He didn't understand why they could at least have better food, but he consumed them anyway, a little grateful for the strength they supported. His ears perked at the sound of aggressive snarls; he turned his head to see an angered dog snapping at another one. Confusion clouded his gaze for a moment, before he watched the two curiously. When the fight was over, he scowled for a moment, thinking how weak the beaten-up one looked like. A scornful look replaced the scowl, before it disappeared into an expressionless face. Glancing at the rottweiler, Shadow approached the wolf-mix, gazing at her for a moment as he studied her fresh wounds.
"Pity," he sympathized, before continuing, "What happened back there?"
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Deep blue eyes opened to the sound of opening doors. The female conjured of the last bit of her energy and let out a yawn. A flash of silver caught eyes as her long kanine teeth shimmered. She snapped them shut, and a loud clank echoed in the room, the sound of metal teeth smacking each other tight, with great force. She stood, the sound of robotic movement slowly followed the faded echo of the metal. Her hind legs shot her forward, shooting past the other shepherd who occupied the room. She ran towards the outside world and as soon as the breeze hit, she let out a slight whimper of excitement. the feeling of damp grass moistening in between her last two normal dog toes. She slowed to a stop at the sight of a loud calamity. Dogs crowded around a small femme, whom looked excruciatingly helpless. If there had ever been one thing Zephra hated, it was the violence against one who simply was defenseless. She sighed and plopped down on her two mechanic legs.
The smell of blood filled her nose as she examined the femme's wounds. She watched the whole battle go on, and it killed whatever hope was left inside of her beating heart. Only moments later did a familiar voice hit her radars, she turned to the sight of a large mutt. Great dane mixed with a little bit of demon, she swore to herself that the dog had been crazy since day one. She snapped her jaws towards his unkindly stare. As if to say ' back off, or these weapons are sinking into your flesh. ' Though his stare held endlessly. The female brute stood up, unwilling to turn her back on the mutt. he was to be untrusted forever, especially after the violence he cause against her last time. She could still see the scar on his shoulder from where he last metal tooth sunk in too deep, and never came back out. She could see the evil in his red eyes. it was almost as if he played a story of how he would kill her. He had to be one clever dog in order to get past the sharp,jagged metal kanines.
She held her stare into his until he finally let it go, proceeding to whatever it is he was doing before. that is when she turned her back, a mistake she would later regret, because that's when he attacked. She felt the clump of hair rip away from her pelt before she could even turn around. A loud whimper escaped her throat and she snapped her jaws violently into the air. One single second later, he mouth had made it around the larger brute's shoulder blade, and in the metal teeth sunk. The loud scream that released from his mouth satisfied the female. She wasn't going to let him get away easily this time. She managed to stabilize herself, while thrashing effortlessly tearing away at the dog. Painful blows of tooth and muscle hit her, but she kept going. She felt it, the pressure of her tearing at the shoulder blade released, but she still held flesh in her jaws. She spit it out, and the dog quickly backed away. She watched it drop to the ground and roll to his back, a sign of submission. Zephra took a step back, and the taste of thick red liquid hit her taste buds.
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Here is My Male Character.
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Name: Chance
Gender: Male
Age: Five
Species: Husky / Wolf
Percent of dog: 50%
Percent of wolf: 50%
Percent of mechanical parts: 0%
Detailed description of their appearance/personality/ect:
Chance is a rather large canine, he has a lot of stocky muscle and he knows how to use it. He is a carrier of golden eyes, just like his wolf side of the family. His fur is thick with the texture of smooth and soft, yet a tad rough during the winter seasons. He is a beautiful build of cream red and white. His legs are long and yet stocky, and a thick puffed tail that sometimes curls a tad.
He does not mind company, as long as they can learn to get along as well. He is not one to take any bullying and harassment, and has had many wounds from half-mechs, there was an incident where he dis-obeyed and was horrendously attacked, but fortunately they didn't allow it to go on, due to the fact that he is part wolf. He has a good mind of cunning and wisdom. He knows his ways around the city walls, and plans to use it to his advantages. He is a 'nerd' is what some would call it, he has studied the technology of the mechs lately, and has figured a few things out.
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The white dog had looked up upon seeing another dog, a German shepherd this time. The thought of another attacking her made her look away immediately, and force her body into the fence to try and appear smaller, more helpless. She had waited- and anticipated the feeling of teeth hitting flesh, but when she heard a voice- she had froze. He was speaking to her? The wolf mix had looked up- icy blue eyes looking into the brown ones of the other, and her ears slowly went back up in a curious manner. She barely processed his words, but otherwise looked back down, before opening her mouth. Her voice was rusty, as she didn't talk much- so she had to cough for a little bit before she could speak. "I'm not a favorite amongst the other dogs." She had said simply, standing up and shaking out her white fur- before looking at the German shepherd cautiously, wondering why he was talking to her.
Some dogs thought the same thing- as some were watching curiously. Kystine looked around- a chance to make a friend sparked her interest. "Erm. This isn't a proper greeting. My name is Kystine." She had said simply- attempting to be friendly, her tail giving a slow wag behind her. Hopefully he wouldn't turn on her like so many other dogs who had tried to gain her trust, before one day coming over only to rip her up, and force her to be checked out by the Organization. She didn't know why she wasn't a favorite amongst other dogs, maybe the fact that many had pent up aggression, and she was a submissive dog, made her a target. She shook her head at her thoughts, her icy blue eyes meeting the chocolate gaze of the other. The sound of another fight made her turn her head, but she was used to fights now, so she didn't really care to study the fight for too long. It was a fight with a dog who she was used to- who bullied her often. The great Dane loved to mess with her, so it was a surprise that he didn't come over here before the other dog did. She snorted, pawing at her nose- before awaiting an answer.
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The female took another couple of steps back, licked her chops and watched as the great dane suffered. It was a great feeling of honor to rip his up again. He;d be a fool to come back for ever more after this time. He'd for sure need a mechanical arm now. She reminisced back to when they replaced her legs and jaw and teeth all for the sake of using her to attack with brutal force if necessary. Well now they can replace his leg, he can be miserable like the rest of us mutts. She sneezed off the thought and her gaze still found its way towards the white wolf hybrid. She was curios as to what her and the other shepherd, in fact, it was Zephra's roommate who had approached the white femme. She shifted her weight and settled at a slow trot towards the two, she lowered her head and kept from making contact. A sign of submission. As she approached, she lowered herself in another attempt to show she wasn't there to cause harm. " Hello, please excuse my interruption, but, I am Zephra." She forgot to mention the fact of why she even approached in the first place, but she wasn't exactly sure why she did anyways. It was never in her nature to approach anyone these days. She didn't really know much better other than kill or be killed.
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Chance opened his eyes slowly, the sound of dogs excitement meant for one thing, it was time to head out to inhale some fresh air. He slowly sat up and allowed himself to stretch, his bones cracked after lying on the stiff floor all night. He yawned before trotting towards the door. The outside air lingered in his nostrils and he could feel how humid it was. Dry and cold, but it felt better than the hard concrete floors that he had been forced to call home. He let out a sigh and proceeded to carry on outside, he stepped onto the wet grass and lifted his crown high. His radars captured the loud annoyance of fighting, something that went on almost every day. he noticed a small water bucket, set out to keep everyone's thirst quenched. He longed for a drink of cold refreshing aqua, and his paws carried him to the bucket. He lowered his maw and nearly inhaled the cool refreshment.
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Cynder, in the meantime, had curled up in the corner of the oddly white lightened room and cleaned her paws, her flopped ears flinging forward very moment something clanked or barked. The scratching of opening doors made her leap up and pelt towards the other dogs as they crowded the exit, tail under rump. She was deathly afraid of other dogs attacking her like they attacked Kystine, so she backed off and seated herself next to the fence, pushing her moist nose through the little hole. Licking her lips, Cynder turned and listened to the conversations with wide eyes, hoping that she could start a talk by herself. Eyeing the two wolf mixes beside her, she slipped into a lay and kept her ears pointed towards them - emmiting a slight huff before sprawling across the ground. She felt bored here, nothing really happened, plus she got attacked often than usual.
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The German Shepherd tilted his head to one side for a moment, ignoring the stares of the other dogs. Shadow glanced behind briefly, catching a few scornful looks before he returned his attention back onto the white canine known as Kystine. He took a step forward, before lowering himself into a quick submissive pose and raising himself up. He dipped his head at angle as he spoke, "Shadow," as in referring to his name. His ears perked at the sound of paw steps approaching them; he turned, peeling back his lips in case if it was another canine coming in attempt to "play" with Kystine again. He relaxed slightly when he realized it was his roommate - the one with two mechanical hind legs. At first, he had forgotten her name, but he recollected it when the German Shepherd announced that she was known as Zephra. Nice to hear a proper introduction, he thought to himself, hating to call Zephra "her" or "shepherd". It was a tendency he had; a dislike for not knowing other canines' names.
"Shadow's the name." He repeated, glancing at Kystine for a moment, before staring at Zephra's paws, as a submissive pose.
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The white-furred female had turned her head- locking eyes with another dog across the yard. It was a female as far as she could tell- and she was making her way over towards the two. Kystine shrunk back, sitting on her haunches, and allowing her tail to curl around her body in an act of severe submission. Her head lowered, and her ears pinned back- she hadn't met the other, which already made the female quite nervous. She had turned her attention back to Shadow once more- when he had spoken his name. Kystine offered another friendly wag of her tail, yet froze when she saw the german shepherd turn around- to look at the approaching female- with the peeling of his lips. She was baffled, but otherwise didn't dwell on such matters when she saw him visibly relax. The wolf mix turned her head to the other dog, she raised from her posture, and gave a tilt her head. Another dog who didn't want to harm her? Well- this day was getting better and better it had seemed, instantly- the thought of making two new friends made her come from her shell more and more, little by little.
The wolf mix watched the exchange between the two, before looking shyly at the ground- looking at Zephra lightly. "I'm Kystine." She had said- her tail swishing behind her. The sound of a huff coming behind her made her turn around, and she stared at the other, who was laying on the ground- away from the group. Should this be a different scenario- the friendly part in Kystine would gladly invite the other dog over to chat- but in such dangerous times- she didn't know who to trust anymore. She had adapted to such times- she was slow to warn, yet quick to bite- should she ever get that irritated at another dog. Kystine's icy blue eyes lingered on the ones of the other dog- as if her eyes were trying to urge her to come and talk to them, before she ripped them away- turning to look back at the two before her. "How are you guys today?" She had spoken, attempting to make small talk. The dog lowered her body into a sit, wincing at the slight pain- but otherwise ignoring it as she relaxed.
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((I watched this last year and remembered the number and what it waas about... I am looking for a new RP in game so if I may, may I use this for in game RP someday? I will make it a bit differently though Edit: I mean about a year))
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Its not my animation or idea. xD So you can use it without asking meee. It said in her video somewhere you must give credit to her though.))
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Shadow glanced briefly at Kystine, a little shocked by how she was acting. But he remembered how the other canines treated her - the abuse and mocking taunts they gave her. At that thought, he glared at the others, unable to restrain himself. He turned his head at the voice of Kystine, and realized that she had relaxed and was introducing herself to Zephra. Another scent drifted into his nostrils; Shadow turned to see another canine sprawled out onto the ground, looking very bored as it stared at them. At then, he wondered whether if this was a canine whom had attacked Kystine, but he realized from the look of it, this canine was too being attacked by others, so he released the tension and curiously studied the new canine.
It had the pelt of white, like Kystine, with icy blue eyes. But it's fur wasn't as furry as Kystine, maybe a little less with a fluffy tail. Again, sudden paw steps seemed to be coming towards them; Shadow returned his focus to behind him to see a malamute coming their way. At first, he thought it looked friendly, but as it neared, a snarl was plastered onto its face and it took its dominance pose, glaring at Shadow as it drew near. Its eyes averted from the shepherd to Kystine, and by the looks of it, the malamute seemed to have a gleam in its eyes as it took another step closer.
Without warning, Shadow turned and lunged at the canine, knocking it from its paws abruptly as the malamute let out a squawk of surprise. Ignoring the awkward sound, Shadow began to rip his claws down on the canine's exposed belly, clutching out gray fur as it began to strike back. A sudden paw slammed into the shepherd's face, tugging down as claws pierced his skin. With a whimper, Shadow released his grip, shaking his head as a new trail of blood formed on his forehead. Distracted, he stumbled as the malamute leaped at him, clamping its jaws around Shadow's right leg as it clung on. Determined not to replace his other leg, the German Shepherd fought back, twisting his neck and sweeping his jaws around the malamute's scruff, careful not to snap it.
With a yelp of submission, the malamute released its grip, avoiding eye contact as the tail tucked under its hind legs. With a growl of approval, Shadow removed his jaws, glaring at the canine as it scampered off. Shaking out his pelt, he returned back to the two, blinking as a trickle of blood dared to approach near his eye.
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Four blank walls. It was really quite boring, if you asked Bandit. He was already awake before the doors had opened. He'd been prancing around the room as quietly as possible, jumping over the other dogs inside and being as careful as possible so there wouldn't be a rude awakening. His mechanical left eye fixated on the door multiple times, zooming in on the tiniest details of the frame and focusing in on the surprising dirt smudge that had somehow managed to work its way into the generally sterile room.
The other three dogs in the room he'd already met. Sort of. Of course on all the occasions of their 'meetings', Bandit was hiding while they were all talking to someone else...So, really, he knew a lot about them, but they probably didn't even know his name.
Bandit was the first dog outside as soon as the door slid open to reveal the refreshing air. He bounded outside, ignoring the bland pellets for food in the metal bowls. He was happy for an excuse to stretch his limbs once again. The yard filled up quite quickly but he kept away from them mostly, dodging any conversations few others wanted to start. He eyed everyone curiously, laying in the shade of the building and observing. His different eyes flickered over everything in the outside world that he could see. A few scuffles broke out among dogs, including the white wolf-hybrid that shared his room: Kystine. She was an interesting case - she was nowhere near helpless. Anyone who has gone on a patrol with her can see that. Bandit's thinking was interrupted by some other dog coming over and attempting to start a conversation, but after ignoring him for a while, the other unnamed dog got the gist and wandered away.
(( Sorry, that took a while. ))
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Listal
Name: Listal
Gender: Female
Age: 2
Species: Siberian Husky
Percent of dog: 83%
Percent of wolf: 17%
Percent of mechanical parts: 0%
Appearance: Listal owns a delicate frame that has caused many dogs to label her as weak. Her dainty paws do not suggest that durability is on her side, and her youthful appearance does not provide any assistance in convincing others that she has strength. The normal markings of a Siberian husky stain her soft, white fur. Her two pools of chocolate brown often hold a wistful, faraway look in them when she isn't focused on anything particular. Slightly covered by her chest fur, a silver tag hangs around her neck, the number 17 (the percentage of wolf) being engraved on it.
Abilities: Despite her delicate, fragile appearance, Listal owns fierce strength, and her movements consist of quick action. She has been gifted with an amazing speed, and she takes light, quick steps when she isn't running. Her unusually sharp senses enable her to rapidly react - because of this, she remains on the alert for danger. However, her sense of touch seems to be duller than all the others. Because of this, she cannot easily tell whether she has been injured or not - a weakness to her. While her bite penetrates deeply into the skin, her jaws do not enable her to hold onto struggling objects for too long. Although she has the ability to quickly readjust her grip, she sometimes finds difficulty in suppressing the wild movements of her "victim." She rapidly heals from wounds, mostly because of the chemicals injected into her.
Personality: Warm and kind, Listal carries a gentle, friendly air around her, finding it enjoyable to communicate with other dogs despite her shyness and desire to keep her guard up at all times. However, once she takes offense in something said, she immediately shuts down and quickly leaves, not wanting to allow her anger to get the better of her. She owns a quiet, but firm voice with slight authority vibrating in it when she speaks. She doesn't believe in allowing harsh words to spew out of her mouth, but she sometimes forgets to control her tongue, and she lets it rip.
Not easily influenced and often stubborn, Listal sometimes finds it hard for others to convince her into changing her opinion, even if she appears to be wrong. While she strains to listen to the advice of others, she discovers her past experiences and memories restraining her from keeping her ears open. The fear of being hurt again prevents her from trusting others easily, although she will treat them kindly until she slowly opens up to them. She finds it difficult to relax, but she will slightly let her guard down around those she trusts.
Additional Information: Listal is the sister of Alever.
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Alever
Name: Alever
Gender: Male
Age: 2
Species: Husky/Malamute/Shepherd Mix
Percent of dog: 100%
Percent of wolf: 0%
Percent of mechanical parts: 20% (bits and pieces inserted into his legs for additional speed)
Appearance: A rough, tough build shapes Alever's appearance, complete with muscles stretching across his large body and sturdy legs. Golden flecks find themselves paralyzed in his two pools of chocolate brown, stained with a gaze as blank and pitiless as the sun. Blessed with good looks and an intimidating appearance, Alever finds himself streaked with a confident air. However, when a rare smile tugs at his mouth, it manages to smooth out the splintered edges of his build.
Abilities: Alever's strength definitely outmatches Listal's. He quickly launches himself into fights without a problem, and he rapidly heals from wounds, despite their seriousness. However, he finds himself unable to run as fast, though additional mechanical devices inserted into his legs slightly helps eliminate that problem. He shares the same deep bite as his sister, but his powerful jaw owns a firm, stubborn grip that quickly overpowers his victims. While his sense of taste is poor, he appears to own the normal senses of a canine, although he has very sharp hearing.
Personality: Merciless and intimidating, Alever remains immune to guilt's painful fangs after killing a canine or human. He willingly follows the orders of the Organization, indifferent to their goals. He secretly longs to survive, explaining why he appears nonchalant at the thought of bringing punishment and death upon others. However, he would never be willing to admit such a thing, and he has told no one of this. He sneers at the canines receiving special treatment, looking down upon his sister the most. In reality, a part of him does care for her, but he knows it wouldn't make a difference in his situation if he helped her. Therefore, he treats her like any other dog, despite his genuine feelings.
Additional Information: Alever is the brother of Listal.
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Accepted!
Room 23 -
Cynder, Kystine, Salaki, Bandit, They keep most wolf mixes together.
Room 24 -
Zephra, Shadow, Alever,
Room 25 - Listal, Chance,
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((Thank you! ^o^ May I please have a summary of what's going on?))
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((Welcome! :) Well nothing happened really, we kind of started, but right now, Shadow, Kystine, and Zephra are together speaking and Shadow fought off a malamute who wanted to "play" with Kystine again. Kystine is often bullied, by the way. Tariri's character, Cynder, is just watching the trio while Chance is lying around, I think. Bandit is by himself, or not socializing with other canines.
Something like that))
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Name: panzer
Gender: male
Age:3 years old
Species: Rottweiler
Percent of dog: 60%
Percent of wolf: 0%
Percent of mechanical parts: 40%
Detailed description of their appearance/personality/ect:
~a large, muscular 120 pound black Rottweiler with tan markings on his paws, muzzle, chest and a dot above his right eye. Like any other Rottweilers, his lips are black along with his nose while one of his eyes is a dark, chocolate-brown eye. His other eye, along with his paws and the left side of his face are replaced with mechanical parts due to a mauling when he was only five months old and when he had a former-habit of chewing his paws. His left eye is a dark shade of red with a light hint of brown due to a error while replacing his missing eye but it is said to help him see better and the parts that were placed on the left side of his face and ear is nothing but metal, expect for his eye. the teeth on his jaws are replaced with light gray, razor-sharp teeth and the lower jaw is replaced with a mechanical part which helps him get a good grip on his target.
His paws are replaced with mechanical parts to help him run longer but the flaw is that because of his weight and for other reasons, panzer isn't the best at running.
~a serious dog with a soft side, panzer knows that it's everydog to himself and likes to keep it that way by avoiding to show the good side of him, probably due to the mauling when he was only five months old. He isn't a fan of losing respect and turning into some dog's chewtoy and would try his best not to act submissive and gentle towards other dogs, which earns him his reputation of being a cold, serious Rottweiler. But besides his hard, serious personality, he doesn't like to show his soft side but if he does then he will be nice and would led a helping paw if you are his friend and about his friends, he would be pretty protective of them but has troubles of choosing his friends over saving his reputation/being loyal to the Organization or the opposite. Even when he hates the so-called home in the Organization with all his heart, he tries his best to prove that he is loyal to them just so he could stay alive through the tough times.
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Yeah, that's basically what happened. c:
You are accepted, Panzer, you are in the room with Zephra, Shadow, and Alever.))
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Zephra eyed the femme with a soft gaze. She could see the pain inside of the female's pups, telling a story of abuse and mistreatment. She let out a sigh and cocked her head toward Shadow. " it is nice to see you again, Shadow. " She lifted herself off the ground as the sound of paws approached the small group. A malamute, unknown to Zephra up until this point. She watched the malamute turn aggressive without warning, against Kystine. She stepped in front of the white wolf hybrid, in a protective stance. Watching as Shadow did the same effort of protecting the smaller femme. She always knew Shepherds were good dogs, and she was proud to flaunt it.
She watched as the malamute retreated, tail tucked underneath its sorry excuse for legs. She scoffed at the canine, and glanced towards Shadow. " Well done, Shadow. You surely know your way around a fight. " She cocked her head and payed her attention back to the female, who looked shaken and overwhelmed with each one of our presence. She layed back down on her stomach, showing more sign of submission. She relaxed her ears, only one plopping to the side, she looked like a giant puppy at this point. Only with a metal jaw and metal teeth, and hind legs and odd colored eyes. Which had already turned back to green, looking a bit more natural than their average purple.
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Cynder's ears gently flickered at the murmurs of the other dogs, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly to adjust to the light. Her whole body jerked back at the sudden snaps and growls emmiting from the trio, making her skid back in surprise and back up towards the fence. Apparently, "Shadow" had attacked a malamute while she was too busy watching the dim clouds as they littered the greyed skies. Licking her lips, Cynder lowered her front bodice and neatly crossed her paws to watch the scene as it unfolded, slightly impressed by the shepherds power as he toppled the malamute over. Tail struck floor as she began to do light yelps as if saying "well done" to the male, closing her bronzite eyes and flattening her ears. She didn't dare to say anything.
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panzer eyes opened, slowly blinking as the tan and black Rottweiler letted out a yawn. The red-eyed dog slowly started to get up, mechanical paws struggling to balanced itself due to his weight. Panzer turned his head over to the food and water bowl, his eyes narrowed in disgust as he slowly walked towards the bowls that held food and water. another day, another survival he thought, the nails on his paws tapping against the stone-cold floor as he kept on walking. Once he made it, the Rottweiler stared at the tasteless food, softly growling as the half-mechanical dog started to bite onto the dog food pellets. why can't we get good food instead of this garbage? he silently complain, eye twitching as he kept on eating until there was nothing left. Next to the now-emptyed bowl is the water bowl but still, the male tan and black dog needs to keep his strength up. Lowering his head down into the water dish, panzer quickly started to lap the water with his tongue, ignoring the taste of metal as he kept on lapping at the water for a few seconds before pulling his head out. Ears perked, panzer slowly turned his head towards the back door, eyes blinking as he started to walk towards the opened door that leads to outside.
Sighing, panzer walked into the fenced area, ignoring the other dogs as he sat down. Staring at the other dogs coldly, the black and tan Rottweiler watched as some shepherds were talking, not bothering to move from his spot. Yes he wanted to at least have a friend and no, he didn't want to show his soft side with dogs everywhere.
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Adding a male character.
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Name:
Ace
Gender:
Male
Age:
5 Y/O
Species:
Belgian Mallinois
Percent of dog:
100%
Percent of wolf: 0%
Percent of mechanical parts: 34%
Detailed description of their appearance/personality/ect:
Ace is a large Belgian Mallinois standing about as high as an average teen when on two feet. His eyes are a dark sooty color, including the base of his neck and underfur while his main coat color is dimly tan. The bottom of his jaws and whole right front leg are metallic including his left ear.
Ace, just like any scarred dog from the Organization, has been teached to follow direct orders and behave. However, he doesn't give a furball about their order and rules, thus leading him to act rebellious and cold towards everyone who might judge him at first glance. Otherwise, he's a pretty friendly guy, protective of those he loves/likes.
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Location: Outside of the Cages
Lacking moisture and flavor, the brown pellets struck none of Listal's taste buds as she crunched on her breakfast, bending down towards the plastic bowl for another bite after she had swallowed. Despite her high dislike of the food, she ate as much as she could, desiring the precious energy that would come from it. When she could take no more, she sat back on her haunches and licked the remaining crumbs from her paws, the pellets uncomfortably weighing her stomach down.
Bloodied snarls and high-pitched yelps swirled around Listal, but the fae paid no attention to her surroundings. Having grown too accustomed to the familiar noises that woke her up every morning, she could barely care about what was going on. However, being strict and disciplined with herself, she pricked up her ears and sharpened her senses, keeping on the alert for any approaching canines that happened to stray from their path towards her.
Listal caught sight of a white-furred dog, listening as a few yelps sparked out of her before she fell into silence again. Catching the joyful tone, she decided something important had occurred. Perhaps a lucky dog had won a fight. It seemed to be the only situation that could cause such a happy noise to be made. Disinterested, Listal lowered her head and bit at a nagging itch on her leg. However, for the sake of socializing and killing boredom, she slowly rose to her paws and trotted over to the fae, who had pressed herself up against a fence.
Listal boldly studied the dog (Cynder) for a moment, imprinting her image inside her mind. Although she did not know her name, she had seen the canine a few times, but she had never bothered to greet her. Not bothering to introduce herself, she rolled a friendly tone into her voice as she asked, "What just happened?"
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Ace is accepted. c:
He is in room 24.
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Sorry for double post- but would you guys like to split off into groups for more interaction? c: I seem some people aren't really talking to others- so I think early patrols could help. Are you guys up for early patrols? ;o; It would involve all characters currently in the role-play, which will get more character interaction in here.))
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I Am up for that! :)
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In the midst of her thinking, she was interrupted by a jolly voice of another dog who looked and smelled like a husky. Cynder mildly jerked back, since her first thought as it would attack her for something since the dogs here weren't thinking straight often. At the familiar glare of the female, Cynder relaxed her scrunched up muzzle and wiped her nose with her paw.
"I don't exactly know, a fight broke out. Nothing big." Relaxing her chin on her forepaws, her amber eyes stared up at the hybrid. She wasn't a very social dog, and this was pretty awkward for her. Busying herself, the dog started to trim her dewclaw, nipping away at her paw.
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Ace snagged down what was left of dry puppy food he was given, disgustingly slapping his tongue over his nose in attempt to get rid of the stinky dropping-like food. It was better then eating your paw, though. His lower metal jaw clicked in place with his top one as his tail slashed the air. The male emmited a huff from his robotic vocal cords, extending his gait as he rushed towards the little place outside of their usually blank rooms. His paws hit dirt, kicking up faint dust trails as the male trotted onward and forward until he found a suitable place to nap.
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Kystine looked at Shadow, her head turning the moment she heard more paw-steps. Seemed a lot of dogs wanted in on the commotion? She had eyed the dog who had come forth, and her body froze. Her tail had thumped against the nervously- and she had averted her gaze- the malamute did not like her, not one bit- every chance he'd get, he'd be sure to try and mortally wound her- unlike the other dogs who didn't care what they injured. He was the cause and effect of her slightly scarred eye- wounds that had almost healed were ripped apart by the earlier dog- making her wince lightly each time she blinked.
The young canine however was baffled- when Shadow turned and had defended her, she had continued blinking in surprise- and watched as Zephra moved in front of her- seeming quite prepared to defend her should the malamute try anything. She had watched in surprise from afar- watching as the other chased off the malamute. She couldn't believe two dogs that she had just met were willing to protect her like that. That thought had sent happiness through her body, and instantly- she was up, her tail wagging happily behind her- and her rump moving with it at such an act of kindness- her true, bubbly personality beaming, she had calmly trotted up to the male- and had given a bow of her head. "Thank you for defending me." She had turned to Zephra. "You too."
She looked at the males forehead though, and had gave a frown- looking at him. "But- now your hurt." Kystine had said, now feeling a bit guilty. Funny how she would turn into a completely different dog when on patrols- yet here she was as defenseless as ever. An actor in her prime.
Kystine had a slight flashback- when she was a pup, she was often bullied by the other dogs- yet one day, another wolf- this time, a completely pure wolf had defended her, taking her in and becoming her mentor, her mother figure- and a friend. Kyst was still a bit sad that her plan in escaping had failed, but not before she had told Kystine the weaknesses in the overall structure of the city. The thoughts of escaping filled her mind- before she shook her head, and backed up away from the two- quickly shifting from her outburst of happiness. If only it was better times- she would have most likely been the happiest dog around, friendly and out-going- but due to how dark the world had become, she had become a fearful, skittish dog.
She had moved back into a sit- her nature not completely gone. Most of her nervous attitude had been removed- and she was now sitting up straight- her tail still in a constant wag behind her. Her head turned to the other dog behind them, yet she turned back towards the two- looking at Zephra who was showing submission. She had offered a friendly 'smile'- as dogs smile, before turning her head to glance up as the sound sound of a 'swoosh' filled her ears. The sound of the back door, the one for the Mechs opening had startled her, and she had stood up immediately. Some dogs also seemed alerted, but some didn't care.
A mechanical dog strolled into the kennels through the special door that seemed to be built only for them- the button which opened said door was only responsive to their paw-print, so other dogs wouldn't get out. Four other mechanical dogs followed, and they gave a chilling bark, causing all the dogs to run over- prepared to listen. There actions seemed to be quick and jittery- as if they had to rush to get out what they had to say. The humans were controlling them- which made Kystine wonder what made them rush. One mechanical dog- which was known as the alpha doberman strolled forward- he was bigger than all of the mechanical dogs- and power seemed to radiate from him.
He had opened his jaws to speak quickly- words spilling from his mouth quickly- yet in a firm tone. "Patrols are going starting early today, a group of rebels are causing chaos all over the city- they have retreated somewhere in the city. This is a large group of rebels- so you will be traveling in groups of five to find and take down the criminals. We have one dog who will be added into a group- so six will be traveling together." Some dogs groaned in the background- while some barked, hoping that they were picked to go on patrol.
The alpha doberman had gave a loud, growl- one which had meant to say 'quiet', this sound had quickly silenced the dogs who were causing such a ruckus. The alpha had looked over all the dogs, before he had nodded to the other Mechs, who were waiting to organize groups. "Kystine, Zephra, Shadow, Ace, Alever, and Chance are group one. They will investigate Uptown." The alpha had said- the mechanical dogs seeming to be following a silent order seemed to herd the group together- the alpha watched this before walking to a different area- calling other dogs over.
"Listal, Panzer, Bandit, Cynder, and Salaki will be group two, and will investigate downtown." The alpha then looked to the rest- as his comrades did the same to group two. "The rest are doing training with us. We want to allow the other dogs to get their chance at proving themselves. Report back here when the sun goes down, you have plenty of time. The criminals must be dead when you bring them back here." Then with that, the alphas left- leaving the back door open that led to the city, while taking the other dogs with them. Kystine turned her head- looking at Zephra and Shadow. "Early patrols? Not fun."
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Upon hearing the noisy robotic noises those Doberman gave, Cynder flattened her body with the ground, hearing her name. A sigh flew out of her tightly pressed snout before getting back up on her haunches. "Early patrols are dumb." She muttered out, careful not to trigger a response in the Doberman chief thus keeping her voice toned down in a whisper. "Guess we're going together!" Her tail thumped at the floor, ears flickering at the female hybrid.
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Right before Ace fell into a light sleep, he was interrupted by the mech sounds of robotic paws tattering against the dirt. His ears fell back, the robotic one lazily clicking into place on his scalp. Pulling himself up, the Mallinois gave himself a quick shake and eyed the other dog, sliding his tongue out to lick his metallic bottom jaw. He would be traveling with some dogs he actually recognized, but never formally met before. Shaking his head briefly, the sooty male padded over to the group of dogs. (Kystine, Zephra, Shadow) "'Ello there, seems like I'm with you guys." His voice was slightly scratchy, but kept in a friendly tone when he spoke to other dogs.
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the male Rottweiler turned his attention over to the mechanical dobermans, his right eye narrowed as he slightly walked towards the human-controlled mechanical dogs for a few seconds, his ears perked as he listened to the lead Doberman.
"listal, panzer, bandit, cynder, salaki"
at the mention of the names of dogs going on group two, panzer only respond with a nod before watching the alpha leave the area. Once the lead Doberman left, the black and tan dog turned his attention to the back door which leads to the city. a large group of rebels loose......last thing I need is to be attacked by them.....it'll be like dancing with death he thought, muscles tensed as he waited for the dogs chosen for group two.
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Bandit's shadow looked distorted in the morning light. His right eye's gaze was still locked onto the group of dogs who'd assembled around the original white almost-wolf and the other was spinning wildly in it's socket letting him only get glimpses of things. To a normal dog, this would probably make them dizzy enough to vomit up their breakfast, but Bandit had gotten used to it. He rarely threw up anymore.
Just as the male had finally made his decision to go see what the commotion was, the Alpha Mechs had turned their rotten heartless faces up. He listened in a bored manner, one ear flicked forward and the other backwards, his eyelids drooping. The only point the Mechs made that had interested Bandit enough to perk up was the patrol listing. As his name was called with five others that was when his attention was taken. Almost at once there was a metal nose prodding at his side quite hard--more than enough to get the skinny dog to his feet. He bit back the urge to snap as that would truly only result in his teeth cracking on the shiny metal surface. He was herded over closer to the cluster of dogs he'd been eyeing earlier. He received a sharp bite to the tail when he stumbled on a small dirt mound.
Two female dogs were there already. There was Cynder, who, as Bandit recalled, shared his room with him, and also another who Bandit wasn't sure of. He'd seen her around but he hadn't interacted with her much as he remembered. When the Mech pushing him left to join his fellow machinery-made comrades, Bandit rolled his shoulders and looked to the two females, "You two are both in group two, right?" He glared at the Mechs as they all strolled out with the rest of the dogs who hadn't been chosen and due to the fact his left eye seemed to be working as he wanted it to again, he was able to do it without looking too strange.
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The shepherd shrugged causally, as if it was nothing as he shook his head again. "Ah. It's nothing." His ears perked when the female suddenly backed away, as if something had struck her on the face, causing the fear to rise in her eyes. Concern and confusion rose inside of him; Shadow let a soft whine escape his throat, as if to say, "What's wrong?". But he remained silent, glancing briefly at Zephra, then back at Kystine. The Mechs opening interrupted the canines - Shadow was partly glad for that, for it had broken the awkward silence that folded over them. But then again, he had no liking for the mechs, and in reaction, his neck fur bristled slightly.
At the mentioned of rebels, Shadow's back fur bristled excitedly, perhaps this would be a chance to prove his strength and loyalty. His ears strained to catch the names of the dogs whom he would be with - two he knew, which were beside him, but the other three were strangers to him. Shadow flinched slightly when the mechanical dogs began to herd the dogs together, as if they were lost sheep in a large pasture. He resisted the urge to lunge at one and forced himself to listen to the rest of the orders.
His gaze averted to the other group; they were investigating downtown, while group one, which was the group he was in, would be uptown. "Should be easy." He muttered to himself, but he shifted uncomfortably at the words of: "The criminals must be dead." But he shook himself, straightened up, and faced the rest of his group, sweeping his gaze over them as he lingered on a certain one - a mutt, who he thought was named Alever.
Shrugging, the canine dipped his head to group one in a friendly manner. "Hello," He greeted awkwardly, glancing at Kystine and Zephra, as if excepting them to do something as well.
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The female remained silent as the mechanical dog barked orders in its emotionless voice. Her ears barely paid any attention to him, only listening hard to enough to snatch important bits of information. Her brain pieced them together until she received the main idea, and she slowly rose to her paws as soon as the other dogs scrambled into action.
Surprise flickered through Listal at the sound of someone addressing her, but she turned to see that it was only the other female. Dipping her head, she managed a friendly smile in her eyes, though her mouth remained emotionless. "Indeed," she murmured in return. "I'm glad to be with a familiar dog." Her tail softly wagged before her eyes flickered to a male dog who had just approached them. "Yes, yes," she responded hastily. "This is group two."
Silence bound Listal's mouth shut, and she bit back further conversation for a second before reluctantly submitting to her social skills. For some strange reason, she just didn't feel very sociable this morning, but she brushed away the feeling. "I suppose we'll have to know each other's names," she barked softly, "unless if you want me to create queer nicknames for you." She rolled her eyes at the playfulness of the last phrase. "I am known as Listal."
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A nearly disinterested look was plastered onto the large male's face, although traces of excitement stirred within him. He scanned the dogs in his group, his eyes slightly narrowing at some of them, but he offered no contributions towards a pleasant conversation. He didn't believe in speaking unless if necessary, and he wasn't about to waste time or words for the sake of socializing - unlike his sister. He was filled with the temptation to shoot a glare at her, as well as see what she was up to. However, he resisted it, not wanting to draw attention to himself. He had no interest in her or desire to protect her; all he was focused on was survival and pleasing the Organization while they still allowed him to live.
Rolling his shoulders, Alever merely released a grunt as one of the dogs offered a nervous greeting. His eyes fixed upon the German Shepherd as he studied him for a moment before flickering his ears at him in acknowledgement. He knew the others probably expected a proper introduction, but he was not one to offer it voluntarily. They would have to directly ask him before he would be willing to do such a thing.
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Cynder lowered her head at the other dog who approached, lazily opening her mouth and emmiting a silent yawn before getting back up on her haunches. "Yes, we're a group." She chirped before following the wolf hybrid with her gaze. "Nice to know you Listal! I'm Cynder.~" The white-colored dog replied before slinking back down on her belly, waiting for them to start moving.
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His robotic jaws opened up to greet the fellow dogs before he raised his head - ears erect and gently flinging back and forth. He would wait for the dogs to gather before moving.
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Kystine had turned her head as various dogs of many sizes began to mingle amongst each other. She had scanned over the two groups, and frowned when she realized that she had only known well, two- other dogs- yet others she had seen before, yet she had never actually met them before. More than often- she'd see some of the dogs in her group, yet she was too shy, and a bit too wary, to actually go and socialize- despite how friendly they'd appear. The only ones she seemed to know were Shadow and Zephra- two wispy-furred dogs who she had met today. Her tail began to swish behind her- a habit she had, before she gave a small sigh, she'd have to put her shyer, more warier side behind her- for the fact that she now had to do work with a larger group of dogs- for she was used to just two or three more Mechs coming along to aid her.
Something else seemed to bother the young white canine though- she had to actually kill the criminals now- something she did rarely, as she was used to just tackling them, and allowing the Mechs to do the work- but this time she didn't have to just run them down, she'd have to send that killing bite, as the Mechs for some reason wanted them dead and not in prison. Those thoughts chilled her- what did such a large group of rebels due to get even the mechanical dogs on high guard- why were they not fit for prison? How bad were they? She didn't like violence, but she knew that if shey didn't do her job- they'd think she wasn't loyal- if she had to put it in a positive way, it did help her prove herself to other dogs- despite her going back to her old nature in the yard. Kystine had given a sigh, moving into a sit- and allowing her tail to curl around her paws as her group gathered around, she watched as a dog walked towards the little group formed by Zephra and Shadow and her, a mallinois. She offered a wag of her tail when he had spoken.
Her eyes went to Shadow when he had spoken, before she watched him glance at her and the other female- as if she was supposed to introduce herself as well. She had looked towards the male, giving a bright look, before opening her mouth to speak. "Hello to the both of you." She had said, pointing out Alever who hadn't seem to want to speak- yet also addressing the other dog, the mallinois. She watched for the rest of the group to come, watching as the Mechs left. The sight of them gone- and the sight of having less dogs in the yard made her relax- and instantly, her slightly flattened ears went up- and she seemed more of a neutral submissive dog, than a severely submissive dog. The dogs in her group didn't seem that bad- at least she wasn't paired with any dog who had history with her. It wouldn't end well, too much fighting would be amongst the group- which would stop them in getting the criminals.
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panzer watched as three of the dogs chosen for group two joined, his eyes emotionless as he listened to the dogs around him. the male Rottweiler's ears perked as a unfamiliar gray and white wolf-dog, appeared to be named "listal", spoke about names, muscles relaxed as he kept on listening.
"panzer" he replied, a very small hint of friendliness added to the tone of his voice. His mechanical paws were itching to get into the city, to prove that he wasn't a weak coward that he was when he was only a pup. I'll prove to the Organization that I'm strong and not a weak, happy-go-lucky, coward pup I used to be he thought, memories flashed in his mind about when he was a pup right before he was mauled by a Labrador retriever mix just because he wanted to play with the yellow and cream mutt. He shook his head as a attempt to get rid of the painful memories, closing his right chocolate-brown eye for a second before reopening it. His left eye almost always stays open but there are times when he can control it all the way. Panzer then turned his attention back to the door, waiting for the patrol to go into the city.
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The Wolamute's ears perked at the voice of a firm, yet quick tone speaking. Salaki twisted his body in attempt to get a better hear of what the mechanical dog was saying. Rebels, Salaki, group two, downtown, and dead. The words entered the mutt's ears as he scowled for a moment, before he gave a quick nod of his heads. He didn't except this to be too hard - killing the criminals should be as easy as killing other canines.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Salaki found himself being rounded up by the other mechanical dogs, while the Alpha spoke. His gaze swept over the two dogs in front of him, whom he later found out that their names were Listal and Cynder. Two more canines joined them - he guessed they were Bandit and Panzer, but he remained silent, watching the four with a solemn look plastered onto his face. He didn't use his voice at all, only when prompted to by his leaders, but he kept quiet, flicking an ear as he watched.
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Bandit only gave a slight nod at the female's greeting. "Bandit." His left eye whirled and focused in on a some members of the other group, but he was barely paying any attention. Listal, Cynder, Panzer... The male counted silently in his head, listing off the names to see who was left. The last dog to arrive, a Wolamute by the looks of it, was, Bandit guessed, Salaki.
He sized up his group-mates and rolled his shoulders and leaned back onto his haunches, awaiting for the patrols to head out and half-listening to any conversation the dogs around him began. His ears were constantly flicking back and forth, honing in on the little details of the sounds echoing around him. Always staying alert was one of the key survival points in the Organization. One minute you might be sneaking a bite, the next you might be on the floor bleeding to death with a bite mark on your neck. Bandit had been there long enough to know what went on. He could sight flaws and he could find strengths. He glanced at his group-mates once again.
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Listal's ears perked up and soaked in the dogs' names. Her eyes focused on each dog, her mind working to identify the faces and stain them into her memory. It was best if she didn't have to ask for their name again, especially once they were all shoved out into the open for patrol. Her tail softly wagged, but it paused when her gaze moved to the last dog. His mouth remained shut, showing no signs of opening. Despite her wish to leave him be - the canine obviously did not wish to be disturbed - she had never heard his name, nor did she remember seeing him before.
"I'm sorry," Listal murmured, "but I don't think I know your name." Her attention momentarily shifted to Alever, who was standing a little away from his group as though shame would burn his pelt if he got any closer to them. He happened to glance her way, and she accidentally locked eyes with him. Quickly turning back to the Wolamute, she politely waited for his reply.
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Alever turned his head away from the group, boredom nibbling at him as his eyes wandered around his surroundings. Finding nothing worthy to rest his gaze upon, he momentarily directed his attention to Listal's group, scanning the faces. He restrained a huff, trying not to look at his sister, but he found himself watching her anyway. She had grown. It had been a long time since he had spoken to her, not that he wanted to. He slowly shook his head, realizing that she spending time to socialize with the other dogs. Why did she always have to do that? She would gain nothing from weaving conversations reeking of politeness.
Alever saw Listal's ears suddenly perk up, and he immediately knew that she had sensed his gaze. He tried to glance away, but he found himself locked into her gentle gaze. Panic seized him, and he quickly turned his head back to his group, stepping a little closer to them. A tiny growl began to rise in his throat at the thought of his blunder, but he shoved it away.
"Hello to you too," Alever rumbled, his low voice empty of emotions. He boldly studied the female who had offered the greeting to the group. Disgust flickered inside of him as he caught sight of the yellow tag hanging around her neck. Another one of them spoiled mutts. However, he managed to smooth all emotions from his face, leaving a blank, empty mask that stared at those who glanced at his face.
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Salaki's ears perked at the soft voice of a female canine - he glanced over towards her direction in order to face her. At the Siberian husky's question, a scowl of disgust and contempt formed over his face as he turned away.
Of course you don't know my name. Every canine here is too busy trying to please the mechanical dogs they don't even care about one another. Averting his gaze back onto the canine, known as Listal, he opened his maw to speak, moistening his mouth before sharply replying, "Salaki."
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Shadow's ears leaned forward, slightly impatient of how long they were taking with the introductions. He glanced over at the male canine, known as Alever, dipping his head as Alever introduced himself. He shot a glance over at group two, wondering if they were already starting, but he realized that they were still sticking to their greetings and were introducing themselves. The shepherd frowned slightly, noticing how Alever stared at the other canine in group two - a Siberian husky. Shadow assumed they were either friends, or siblings, though he doubted that since they didn't look the same to him. Shrugging off the feeling, he returned his attention back onto his group, shuffling his paws.
"Shouldn't we be starting now?" he inquired, hinting a tinge of impatience in his voice. "I think it's best if we get started before the mechs tell us to do so." Shadow added, shifting his mechanical leg as he spoke.
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Though she remained unhurt by the canine's harsh reply, Listal still couldn't help but feel a flicker of surprise run through her veins. She wondered what had caused the sudden scowl to twist the dog's face. Despite this, she decided not to allow it to affect her. "Salaki," she softly repeated the Wolamute's name before a slight smile rose on her mouth. "I'm glad to meet you."
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Location: Outside of the Cages
Alever glanced up to see Shadow frowning at him. His gaze darkened into an unfriendly stare before he averted his eyes, wondering if the shepherd had caught him watching his sister. So what if he did? he thought. I don't care. Deciding it was not of his concern, he impatiently waited for the group to start patrolling. A snarl tugged at his mouth at the thought of hunting down those criminals and sinking his fangs into them for the Organization.
"It isbest," Alever sharply responded. "You're right. What's keeping us all back?"
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Not daring to move, the little fae felt almost frozen by their stares, nipping at her neck in slight annoyance before cutting them off. "So, when are we getting started?" Cynder's voice piped up in the middle of their conversation before she got back up onto a sitting position, her dark amber eyes glittering with impatiance before adding a little nod towards Salaki.
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"I agree." That's all Ace had to say before shifting his gaze towards the fellow comrades who would accompany him on this "track and kill" mission. The thought of killing another didn't excite him or even please him, but if he had to do it just to stay out of any sort of trouble, he'll be willing to jump of a cliff. Licking his bottom jaw, savoring the metallic taste on his gums, Ace lowered his eyes to the ground, tail swishing against the floor as he awaited their move.
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"I agree" panzer said, his voice emotionless as he spoke to the other dogs. "more we wait, the more that the rebels have time to plan to attack us, the Organization or even both" he added, his mechanical paws and his black-and-tan pelt itching to go into the city. The male Rottweiler couldn't take the waiting anymore. "by the time those pure-mechanical dogs get back, those rebels would already plan a attack" he mumbled, fighting the urge to run through the back door and into the maze-like city. He never spoke that much around groups of dogs before but the half-mechanical dog wanted to prove that he was loyal even through he hated the Organization. it's true that we are dancing with death everyday....win and you live to see the next day, lose and you die