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Post by Noodle! on Jun 27, 2008 20:07:11 GMT -5
Eyes reflected green in the dark depths of the shadows across from the abandonded lodge. Those same orbs were in fact blue, and they focused on the object of her advancement in contemplative curiousity. The poarch was absent of people, as humans had not returned to this particular area in years. Damacre chose this as her domain for this specific reason: fewer people a vast majority of the time. She emitted a combination of a growl and a bark to get the attention of any dog that might be inside. The sound echoed in the doorway, making her sound like some massive beast of folklore rather than a canine of flesh and blood.
She paced back and forth in anticipation, only the dim outline of her golden bodice and cropped ears visble in the stark darkness of the underground city that she claimed for herself. The echoes of her bark finally faded and she paused, panting between low growls, head held high and tail erect. She waited patiently for the leader of the strays to come to her, hoping he would show her mercy and accept her into a pack.
A security the mutt needed desperately.
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jun 27, 2008 20:15:17 GMT -5
ooc // This will be short and crappy too, and as quick as possible so she can get to the Gathering
Darthyn's amber gaze flooded the deserted area as he sat motionless upon his favorite sofa, pondering the fate of his clan. Just as soon as he was sure he was alone, a deep, throaty bark rumbled from outside. Rolling his eyes, Darthyn hopped nimbly off the couch and strode to the door.
As his eyes met the serene beauty of the forest, immersed in the beginning of spring, he squinted. When his eyes became used to the brightness of the morning sun, they caught the sight of a golden-hued young female. Her ears were cropped and her flanks were lightly graced with scars. Slightly comforted by the sight of one of his own, a true street rat, he padded up to her, ears pricked forward. Giving her a cautionary glance, he spoke:
"Do you come seeking a place among my warriors, fae?" He smirked, the light shining upon his newly washed fur. "Youseem a worthy candidate, but you'll have to prove your loyalty to become a full warrior. What is your name?"
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Post by Noodle! on Jun 27, 2008 20:22:45 GMT -5
Damacre growled again and began walking forwards, her distrust of humans had carried over to the canine kind. Her massive paws stirred up light dust-devils around her pillars and she dissapeared a moment onto a ravine, lightly forcing herself up onto the opposite side. She was now only a few yards away from the other dog. She took note of the other dog's scruffy appearance, he was obviously a street dog as well. She noticed he was finely formed. She was buff, but her chest and face shown with a feminism on top of those large muscles. And likewise, his masculity was oblivious to ignore. He held a particular air of dominance about him and Damacre's maw twisted into a disgusted grimace.
The pit mix had her head raised domiantely and tail pricked in a permanent position of superiority. She had learned to poise herself above others as she fought her way to the top in the streets. Now quickly, realizing that she was once again at the bottom of the chain, her tail drooped to a neutral state, but her face held a cool and collected appearance as if the inner conflict was occcuring only in her hindquarters.
You, there. Are you the master of the loyal band of street dogs? Her voice was clear and cold, like the cool airs of winter, I am Damacre, my lord, and I will do anything you wish to prove my allegiance.
((types quickly))
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jun 27, 2008 20:34:33 GMT -5
Darthyn simply nodded; he knew she knew who he was. Every scent marker surrounding his territory pointed a finger straight at him. It was as if a neon sigh above his head was flashing brightly, portraying his name.
"In time, Damacre, in time." He nodded to her, about to leave. "You will make a fine warrior. Be back here in a few hours, when the sun is at its highest point in the great sky. A pack meeting is to be held, and as part of the pack, you should attend."
Knowing full well that what he said had settled the matter, Darthyn gave her a forced smile and padded back inside to prepare for the meeting.
ooc // Lol, my post is pathetic. But speed leaves no room for quality.
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