being nosy - OPEN ^-^

[theunforgiven]

Damon lifted his head to scope out his surroundings. After noticing the rummaged filth and paw prints that riveted the soil, he snarled. "This is stray territory... I'd best be on my toes", Damon thought aloud to himself. A slight breeze, just enough to be comforting in the summer heat, combed through Damon's short fur. The heaps upon heaps of garbage was disgusting, even for someone who had lived in a dumpster his entire life. Suddenly, Damon felt a presence that he hadn't felt before in this environment. He knew he was being watched. Well, he's never one to turn down a good fight, so he digressed. After snooping around for a bit, Damon turned to head home.

[chexmix]

Honeysuckle-Rose was frantic. She ran all around the streets looking for her master. Her best friend. Honey ran around the streets, ran to every shop, looking through the windows. She was so frantic she couldn't even remember her masters' name. Without her she would have to live in the streets, the filth of outside. As she ran down the streets looking, she ran into another dog. It was a rather large dog, but she could tell it was a puppy. By the looks of it, the dog was a doberman. Had he lost his owner too?

Oh my. Oh my. Deary have you lost your owner too? I can't find her. I can't find my Stella. She's gone. Have you saw her? She's... she's. She was too torn up to talk. She needed her owner. She whined, she missed her 'mummy'.

[[OOC-!Jordon!! Its morgan =P.]]

[moonlight]

Dim orbs watched the two house-pets from behind a large pile of human waste, licking the remains from an emptry card board box, which had once contained some form of pizza, but the ould was so thick it was hard to see or taste what toppings it had once had.

She watched the two house pets with mild interest, she would make her appearence when she had finished her meal.
Licking the last of, what she thought to be, the tomato sauce from the bottom of the bow, she stood up.

She trotted shyly towards the pair, wondering if they would be the stuck up snobs she was told they would be.

[theunforgiven]

Damon was dumbfounded by the sight of the small Pomeranian in the dump. She was obviously not a stray from what he could tell. What's a dog like you doing in a place like this? Damon felt sorry for her, the pitiful, whining, disoriented pup that stood before him reminded him of someone he once knew. Look, this is no place for you. I'll help you look for Stella... Oh, and I'm a stray.

[solisticeofwinter]

[glow=gray,2,300]I'm bad.[/glow]

The dump was just that. A dump. The scarred dog moved along the mounds of trash, his long pointed muzzle brushing the ground lightly. The scent of other dogs was fresh, so he trotted off in the opposite direction, blue-gray pelt rippling over smooth muscles. His eyes were a cumbersome blue/gray with amber specks surrounding his pupils. Scars like stripes marked his pelt. He took pride in these scars, for reasons he kept to himself. His fleet from Farnis's Fights was joyous, he was free to live as he wanted. He was a hitman in his own world. Rarely, dogs came to him, timid and weak asking him to take care of a rogue dog or two. The dog, a blue Doberman, resided somewhere secret and quiet. He rarely came into town, but he had no luck hunting that evening. His muzzle was scarred, but the tan color was staining by mayo as he licked up the remains of a sandwich.

He sighed, tired out from today's agendas. Tracking, hunting, threatening, all in a day's work. The old rusty choker chain itched his neck, and fiercely he tried to remove it. It pinch his fur even though it was loose. He laid down and stuck a paw through the gap between his neck and the chain. He wriggled his leg up and he pulled. The collar slid off. He stood up, shook the dust, debris, and garbage off his coat.

He could hear voices now. He look boredly in their direction, and he could see the faint outlines of dogs. He snorted, and stuck his tanned snout to the air. Females, males. The usual. The Doberman stood up, a regal being. He trotted among the garbage loftily. He rummaged through a black bag, crawling in to retrieve a fish stick. He seizing it in his teeth and munched it down. He sniffed, grabbed some of the chicken strips in there, and pulled out. A rotten banana peel laid humorously on his head. Gray eyes looking up in disgust, he thrashed his head the the banana peel plopped to the ground.

He saw the dogs a bit clearer now. His hackles raised. Never before had he seen other dogs in a friendly fashion.

Normally they are trying to kill me.. He though with a chuckle.

He did not care for them, and continued his plundering.
[glow=red,2,300]So bring it....[/glow]

[chexmix]

Honey sniffled and looked up at the large doberman. He was awfully nice to be a stray. Honey's stomach growled. She hadn't eaten since Stella gave her dinner last night. She had fed her Purina Dog Chow. Honey walked over to the nearest dumpster looking for some food. She couldn't believe that she had resorted to dumpster food eating, but she had to have something to eat. Do you know how to get food out of dumpsters? I'm not big enough to reach it and I'm just starving. In the alleyway, there were 2 other dogs. One walked towards them, very sly like. Like a fox.

She looked up in the sky. The sun was starting to set and Honey got worried. Oh no, its getting dark. We'll never find Stella in the dark. Oh. How am i going to get home?After she thought about it, she was quite tired. She looked around. After she ate, she would retrace her steps back towards home. Maybe Stella had returned by now, or at least Mr. and Mrs. McNurry.

[solisticeofwinter]

I'm Bad.

Arsenic was busily rummaging in the garbage. His sleek gray coat getting hotter in the piercing sunlight. Tired, he was about to turn back when a timid voice made his ears prick. He looked around, his icy blue orbs glaring around. But his spectral orbs saw nothing. Then, he looked down. A small Pomeranian who stunk of humans and fear was babbling to him. He listened to her, then curled a lip revealing sharp ivorn teeth. But the mear sight of the Pom dog made his black heart twinge. He calmed down, his hackles lay flat and he laid down to be on the dog's level. She looked nervously over his back, and he looked to where her gaze was. Dirty, sly dogs were coming their way. Arsenic snarled at them, and he made sure they left the poor dog alone.

I can get you something to eat.....If you like....The big brutish dog mumbled. He slinked away and hoisted himself into a large, smelly dumpster. He poked his gray head out, watching for danger. He picked through the trash and found a decent carton of old Chinese takeout noodles. He seized the carton in his jowls and leapt from the dumpster. He turned around, small clouts of dust were kicked up from his landing.

Here..... Arsenic mumbled through the carton, dropping it by her. It tipped over and the contents of cashew chicken spilled out a bit.

Arsenic looked at the small dog. She seemed scared... He didn't know how to find her home though.....

So Bring It.

[theunforgiven]

Damon was intimidated by the presence of the other Doberman, he backed away. He was mostly worried about the safety of the small Pom, still scared and seemingly hopeless. Damon's instincts told him to retreat, he wasn't sure if the new dog could be trusted. How cliche... Damon said, under his breath lowering his head and closing his eyes. Come on pup, I'll help you find your owner.

[solisticeofwinter]

I'm Bad.

Gazing up that clear crystal blue sky, waiting for the Pom to say something, Arsenic caught wind of another dog. Another Doberman. Arsenic curled both his lips up, exposing all his razor shape ivories. A Black and Tan Doberman had almost killed him 2 years ago, and the female he struck and killed had been mercilessly slaughtered. He remember they fufilling rush of joy as he ripped her throat out. But other dogs were here, and this dog wasn't the female from all those years ago.

He watched as the younger, smaller doberman whispered quietly into the ear of the Pomeranian. "Remember, Arsenic is a poison... He growled through exposed fangs. Without waiting for a response, blue and tan Arsenic turned around, and skulked off. He had no business with the other dogs of this town. He was a loner, a hitman, and an unlovable killer. No one would ever want him in their company, dog or human. Arsenic didn't mind. Humans and dogs were often frightened of him, mostly because of the scars and his breed.

Trotting out of the Waste Management, Arsenic headed for the exit. He was going back to his secret home in Web Forest. He liked solitude and tranquility when he wasn't seeking revenge or murder. That was how he was. A bi-polar mess of a dog. He preferred his own company than anyone else's.

But before going home...I shall pay a visit where the strays live. My presence needs to be known around here.. Arsenic's lips curled in a sneer of malice. How he loved feeling dangerous. Dark hearted as his past, Arsenic made his way. Before doing his deeds, the city blocks needed a good surveying. The dogs he left behind would dare not follow....If they did, they'd have a lot to explain...

OCC:// You find Arsenic at the Dogpark thread

So Bring It.

[chexmix]

Honey looked at the noodles that had been poured out in front of her. They looked like Chinese Takeout noodles, something that she had only seen once or twice in her life. She thought that it would be better than nothing. She wolfed down the noodles and looked up at the doberman when she realized she hadn't asked his name. Oh my. Where have my manners gone? I haven't asked your name. I'm Honeysuckle-Rose McNurry. I belong to Stella McNurry who belongs to Mr. and Mrs. McNurry.

She followed him as he walked off, waiting for his response.


[[OOC-dang. i can't get a good post where's my muse gone to?]]

[solisticeofwinter]

I'm Bad.

Arsenic trotted to the exit, only to realize he had a follower. He gazed downward to see Honey. He looked at her with icy eyes and growled"Arsenic. They call me Arsenic. I am not owned, wanted, or loved."

He looked at her intriguingly, and woofed,"Best stay here and find some help. Bad things happen to dogs who follow me unannounced and such.I have some bloody business to attend to today, so pardon my manners." He sultry tones filled with mingled humor.

He looked at her. If she wanted to witness an attack, so be it. He was going about his business.

So Bring It.

[moonlight]

Kipcha frowned, watching the three dogs with growing interest. She chuckled to herself, her eyes set on the doberman who called himself Arsenic. He seemed to be threatening the small dog, too much for her comfort.

Noticing that none of them had actually noticed her, she took a few more steps forward, emerging from the shadows. The one year old rottweiler mix made her way to the brutish doverman, brown orbs watching him closely.

'That's no way to behave around a house pet,' she said, a sarcastic hint to her voice, eyes glinting with humour.
Although normally shy, she knew how to handle herself on the street.

As she grew older, she was growing out of her pup naivity, to be replaced with a less trusting pup.

[kahluapittie2]

Me Kahlua!

Rushing wind blew across the pit's nose as she breathed in the scents around her. The dump was buzzing with dog activity and reeked of yummy items. The brown and white pit waggled excitedly, the movement rattling her body. She panted with happiness, and trotted to the dump. She noticed a small gathering of dogs.


"How's food around here guys?" She woofed in a friendly fashion, her white tail spinning like a rudder. She had a dopey pitbull smile on her maw, a pink tongue hanging low from her jowls. "The name is Kahlua! What's your guyses names?" She was wiggly and happy.