walk i n t o the sun

[Willow]

Bustling, people filled, dirty: the city scene. Ah, how Willow loved it! She'd only just arrived to Sirius City, but she was having one hell of a time. New scents of other dogs criss crossed this way and that, leaving a dazed Alaskan Klee Kai trotting merrily along with her nose planted to the ground, following each until one more interesting stole her attention away.

Pausing to get her thoughts organized, Willow settled down in the long shadow cast by a parked car, slots of light falling through gaps left by other companions. The sun was sinking steadily, but the day was still here for another hour or more. She still had enough time to totter back to her makeshift home in an abandoned car a little ways more suburban than this. For now, Willow was content to sit and enjoy the busy urban setting.

[ana]

Katie rounded a corner and stumbled upon another dog. She was lying by one of the beloved cars in the junkyard. Katie was hesitant now, wondering how this dog would react when she approached. She crept forward, her lip slightly raised. She was crouched, in a half hostile, half submissive position. She let out a small woof to let the other dog know she was there.

[seagrass]

Big howled as he left his terra, warning others to leave well away from it. If he found any there when he arrived back, hopefully with some more dogs, they would have 100cm of male dog fighting them. And he was no greyhound build, either. St Bernard, Mastiff, Pyrenean Mountain Dog. Three large breeds. Not dangerous though. Thing gentle giant. Trotting towards the hotspots for other dogs, other 'strays', the huge mongrel drew scared looks from humans who crossed the street to avoid the huge cream and brown male. Entering the junk yard, filled with cars of different shapes and sizes, he sniffed the air with a huge charcoal-black nose. He shook his head and walked softly towards the smell of females. Two of them. hearing a bark, a small noise to merely tell another of presence, Big came into the females' views. It wasn't hard for him, given his huge stature.

"Good morning, Ladies."

Nodding his head to them, his tail was up like a flag, telling them of his power in the city. One of the three alphas.

[ana]

Katie jumped, but when the large male came into view, she drew herself up to her full height. She wasn't small, but she was no mastiff. She looked brevely at the huge male and, her head up proudly, spoke.
"Hello," she replied. "Might I ask your name?" she asked, wondering if it would have been more suitable for her to give her name first. But she ignored that throught and stared into his eyes firmly, waiting for an answer.

[Mayfair]

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Large black feet drew the massive male forward. The Great Dane. Called Great for a reason. His large body bore a distinct limp, but still there was something unsettling about his slender and muscular figure. His head was level with his shoulders, causing them to protrude upward and roll with each step he took.

He was a junkyard dog, a fighting dog, this much clear from the putrid odor that came from a dog that had festering wounds healing upon his tattered hide. His cropped ears pushed forward, his eyes, a deep brown, so deep they looked almost red, fell upon the other large Brute who stood with his tail erect.

``Doesn't your a.s.s.h.o.l.e get cold when you run around with your tail up?`` The massive black brute growled as his lip twitched and rolled upward. The fur on between those shoulders and at the base of his tail started to rise as he came to stand next to Katie, his head bumping her shoulder in a greeting of familiarity. ``What is canine royalty doing slumming around in the junk yard?`` That growl grew heavier, the training to attack, to rend his opponent limb from limb itched at him... his body twitched slightly in that desire as his own slender tail rose up level with his nubby spine.

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When All of your Wishes are Granted
Many of your Dreams will be destroyed.

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OOC: Sorry about the '.' in that one word, but the correction of a.s.s.h.o.l.e to `not a very nice person` didn't really work for the post... ya know?

[Pygmy]

'I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes'


Slender pistons carry the essa forwards without hesitation. Cold black eyes to match her jet fur that ripples gently in the tainted city wind. The hand print of man left everywhere as the humans feel the need to control all that goes on in this land of cars and skyscrapers. Far off the scent of the ocean kisses the tar scented wind, teasing the females nose as if always does when the wind is just right. It tickles her as she arches her neck down to try to chatch the scent of food or fresh water. Something the city is sadly low on in these humid spring months. But ah what is this that has caught her ears twitching? It seems to be a gathering of canids gathered together in such a way as there must be somthing fun going on in this direction. Silently she contemplates approaching them but holds back as they may be a pack together and may decide to make a meal of her.



Not that she couldnt hold her own with some of them, shewas after alla breed evolved from fighting wolves away from herds of sheep as she led massive herds of the plant eaters to safety. But that was long ago. She is not a herding dog any more, her days of saving precious lambs in raining feilds from hungry wolves are all behind her. Now she is jsut a homely stray like many of the dogs here appear to be.



Stalking to the top of a trash heap she silts silently like a god of death, black and unmoving as she listens in on the dogs below her, un seen as she intened. Her interest grows as she hears teh excahnge and watches as a Dane saunters in and offers challenge to the Mastiff mix who both seem to be the only males. Her cold eyes sparkle with interest; this could get interesting as the Dane has height over the Bernard mix but the other has strength over the Dane. Yes this is a good moment to enter they crowd before the fray began, she could find a home and get a show as well. Standing up after the black Dane has delivered his sounds the midnight pitch b!tch leaps down from her pile to not far from the other dogs. She carries her tail at a mideway point as not a challenge but not a sign of certian surrender as well. Pale grey scars criss cross her coat from fights beyond this point in time.



"Canine royalty is a bit of an oxymoron. " She offers softly in her dark female tones.



Jade stalks off to one side and plants her butt down near where the other females are and looks at the two males. She kinda likes the Dane but the Mixedbreed had her repect as well.

"If you are anything like me then your here looking for a place to crash." She says soflty to the other females.


'I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword, my shield'

Belgian Shepherd Dog Female Three Years Homeless Loveless

[ana]

She turned her head, floppy ears pricked, at the great black brute's greeting. "Royalty?" she snorted, rolling her deep brown eyes. "I'm flattered you think so much of me," she said with her head tall and her shulders up in a c.ocky position, mocking "royalty." Another snort left her snout. "I am nothing of the sort. Of course, you, though, may be closer," she said, her eyes scraping the huge muscular body.

She was muscular herself, having chased all those cars in her lifetime. "And...the junkyard is merely my home," she responded. She started to circle him, taking in his huge shape. She stopped after she made one full round and turned to the animal that had crept in on them, the other female. "I agree..." she started, "canine royalty is nothing to believe in, though perhaps...dominence," she edged.

The female blinked and thought about what the black female had said, about "a place to crash." She spoke. "Perhaps...more...ah, interesting things would be going on in this junkyard, other than sleeping dogs. Would you agree?" she asked with a sly glance towards the female.

She turned her head to the other male, the one the great black one had accused of c.ockiness. She sent a glance of high demeanor, arrogance, to him, eyes twinkling, teasing, before she sat on her haunches. Her leg, the one injured so long ago, was different than the others. She didn't sit on it like her other one. It stuck out at an odd angle. She raised her cut paw to her snout again and began to caress it with her tongue. It had begun to swell, and she did not want it to get infected. She looked down at her paw as she licked it with gentle eyes.

[Pygmy]

BUMP!

[duro]

Duro sulked head down and shoulders tensed into the terra. She could smell the other canines in the area. She hid behind a rusty old 43 mustang that was bent and bruised. She lay under the engine head atop her paws. She was tired and lonely. She awaited another animal to approach her.

[Vega And Diadra]

Calloused pads ached, every step to wards the lot of decaying cars wore away at her feet, but she had grown used to it. Sterling chain rocked to the beat of the Fae's step, the scent of numerous dogs flooded her nares. Pillars ceased their piston-like movement, nose was tipped to the sky as the bay of her vocal chords broke the quiet. Satellites raised and aware, she took in her surroundings, plumage wired back defensively. Jowls tightened around her Ivory incisors, emeralds looked on to wards the heaps of cars, Chevelles, Mustangs, even a truck or two laced the scene. Stomach was dipped, her need of a meal consuming her. A rat scurried across the barren dirt at her feet, she resisted, for no clue to the owner of the terra was among the wreckage. She took meager steps forward, all was still. A second bark was released, bodice making confident strides forward beyond the piles, a group of dogs was staring back at her. Haunches tensed as she sat, teeth shown through relaxed lyricals before she spoke. The words of Jade just passing her audits as she came to a stop.

"Yes...I must admit, that is what I have been in search of," She offered quietly, harks still alert as she sat, wary of the male's reaction to her. She eyed the two, her bet placed on the Dane. He was taller, and his musles looked well built, the mastiff, it was hard to tell, under the folds of flesh and fur. She shrugged, spine facing the door of a rusty yellow car as her mind painted her vision of how the fight would go. Her facade remained monotone and expressionless as she watched tension grow between the two.

[Pygmy]

r. Something the city is sadly low on in these humid spring months. But ah what is this that has caught her ears twitching? It seems to be a gathering of canids gathered together in such a way as there must be somthing fun going on in this direction. Silently she contemplates approaching them but holds back as they may be a pack together and may decide to make a meal of her.



Not that she couldnt hold her own with some of them, shewas after alla breed evolved from fighting wolves away from herds of sheep as she led massive herds of the plant eaters to safety. But that was long ago. She is not a herding dog any more, her days of saving precious lambs in raining feilds from hungry wolves are all behind her. Now she is jsut a homely stray like many of the dogs here appear to be.\

Hearing the other females words the herding bitch stands up and looks at teh two males with confidence.

"I say we give these males a challenge for thier land and rule it ourselves. One doesnt need balls to rule a land, after all." She says in a soft yet chilling voice with her tail curled above her spine.

[Vega And Diadra]

Jowles twitched in reply to the femme's words, her pillars lifting the sleek form to the air. Tail was tossed back and fourth and lyricals pulled into a wicked smile. Spotted pelt stretched tight as the bitch stretched, tallons flexed and all. A small giggle was returned to the herding stray making her entrance.

"You speak the truth." Her kissers sounded, red ribbon visibly rolling as she spoke. "I agree. But what shall be made of the loser?" She said, tone raised to sound confident and chords tipped to the sky. Strides took her to stand next to the Dane. "Exile? Food deprovation? Omega rank maybe?" She cackled wildly. "No, that's mean," She giggled. "Well...unless, excuse me, I didn't catch your names. May I have the grace of knowing our compteitors lables? Hmm?" She said, green orbits focused on the black mass of muscle beside her.

Wild expression graced her visage as she smiled on the two. Padders anxiously tapped as she awaited their replies.