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Post by ripple on Apr 26, 2018 23:30:45 GMT
 i wake at the first cringe of morning and my heart's already sinned The black creature was absorbed in his work and held the old bone in his grip as if it were still alive and coated with flesh. It had nothing to offer the shepherd in way of nutrition and would have only been suitable as a play thing for a pup, but it did not stop the adult male from fixing it between his forepaws while running his sharp and worrying teeth across its aging surface. He was surprisingly gentle with it in his violence, cracking and crunching down on it enough to make audible snaps and pops, but not quite splintering it or shortening it. He liked the length of the bone and the way he felt to take out aggression upon the thing, imagining it still carrying life while he made it suffer.
It was this ghoulish reverie he basked in, listening to the deafening coming of rainfall as it down upon the penitentiary's roof. Thunder and lightening took turns abusing each other with flashes and growls, masking the footfalls that had suddenly become apart of Deimos' world. He was absorbed in his work and did not hear the delicate fall of pads upon and concrete and the heavy scent of rain was the only thing besides dusty bone flaring in his nostrils. He was oblivious to the approach of a stranger and was only alerted when her foul and sarcastic tone reached out of the shadows to grab him by the ears, responding to what he had said only moments before.
Like a touchy rattlesnake the black shepherd immediately growled, pulling back black lips to expose the teeth that had been busy cutting on his prize. His nape came to life with raised hair and his demeanor became immediately foul, his muscles drawing up with tension to prepare himself to fight, in case this stranger was ignorant enough to try and encroach upon his space. He forgot about his bone and let it clack down to the floor. His golden eyes sharply eyed the phantom dog that had entered the building. My building, the nasty brute thought as he eyed her in the gloom. She was positively a mess and shook water from her coat, creating a small ocean at her feet. He sneered back at her in disgust, seeing how dirty and foul she had allowed herself to get.
Deimos was not truly vain, but he prided himself on his handsome appearance. Many thought him as such, too, except until they heard him speak. Then they labeled him as one ugly asshole and left it at that. He watched her carefully, beginning to gain his front feet so that he could show her he wasn't just made of shadow. Beneath the darkness, muscle and bone waited to be used at his beckoning.
He continued his growling until her eyes found his camouflaged form lying against the contrasting concrete. His own eyes were now suited to the lack of available and light and not only did he notice how dirty she was, but he also noted how boldly and confidently she was facing him.
"You can worry yourself right the fuck on out of here," he snapped out in retaliation to her cocky tone, features transforming themselves in tune with his rising fury. He was glaring at her with immediate dislike. Deimos hated companionship more than anything and he didn't want to be anyone's storm partner either. "Find your own damn shelter. This one is mine and your stink is beginning to give me a headache," he didn't think his attitude was going to convince her just yet, he was just getting started with his tyranny of aggressive litany. She would probably stick around just to annoy him on purpose, as most dogs did, but they soon learned that talk and touch didn't fly with the black dog. If she crossed his boundaries for fun for too long....then she might not get the reward her ego so thought it wanted.. TAG: era | WORDS: 681 | NOTES: Here's a nasty meanie Deimos for you c: MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by ripple on Apr 26, 2018 22:58:15 GMT
 Oh, the look was in her eyes. You never know what might be found there.
● ● ● ● but she was dancing all in time, the moves she made so fine, like the music that surrounds her. Juniper was surprised when the stranger whirled on nimble heels to face her. The red and white setter immediately felt a little nervous by the reaction her chirping voice had garnered. Though she had left a good distance between herself and the other female, she still couldn't help but to wag her tail slightly in a sign of gentle appeasement. The pit mix had turned so fast and forcefully that she sent some dirt along the length of her hind-legs. Juniper felt a stirring of anxiety in her stomach. What if the stranger was angry with her because she had startled her during a good meal?But Junie's brown eyes noted the gore splashed across the female's mouth and throat, a bloodied bib that added more to the disheveled and messy look of the stranger. Juniper herself always fancied a neat and tidy coat, but honestly, who time for hygiene out here in the wildness of the wood? As if to answer this, the mostly white dog shook her coat free of the majority of the debris clinging to her. For a moment, Juniper felt her own caution creeping up. She was sensitive to others and did not miss the wariness brewing behind the other girl's eyes. She was relieved to find that there was an absence of anger. The setter was then wondering if she should perhaps just go back the way she came, through the dappled woods and leave this female to her meal, but her question did not go without answer. The bloodied mouth of the stranger was moving, and much to Juniper's confusion, her question was answered with another question. It was puzzling, almost like a riddle, the way the stranger had phrased it. Her tone was surprisingly cool, like the first fog on a spring morning. She didn't seem hostile nor disgusted, but continued to ask another string of questions which caused Juniper's brow to furrow.Was this a riddle? So what if I did. Well, Juniper didn't know how to react. If she did, then that was wonderful. Perhaps this canine was talented more so than the Irish setter. Juniper noticed the other female did not take her eyes off the friendly newcomer, but they did shift to indicate the hollow in the tree where some arcane symbol was nested."Well," Juniper felt her voice slip from between her lips like a timid moth in the lapse of silence that followed the stranger's questions,"If you did...I don't have anything negative to say about it. It looks quite interesting and if you did, you must be very talented." She felt her gently swaying tail halt. Her ears laid back a little against her head. "It might denote territory. I know other big animals sometimes claw trees and rub on them, but I sincerely hope I'm not trespassing," her brown eyes grew wide with the thought. What if she was trespassing? Would she end up like that rabbit?"Maybe you...used rabbit bone?" Her voice was gaining an upward inflection, a note of anxiety that showed just how distressed she was beginning to feel about it, unable to shake off the thought that perhaps this did signify the stranger's home turf. She was also taking painful stabs at the truth but feeling no real conviction in her answers.
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Post by ripple on Apr 25, 2018 0:19:03 GMT
 "So if you see me walkin’ all alone,
Don’t look back, I’m just on my way back home." He thought his talk might do some good to cheer Dharma up, but as they walked together in painfully slow tandem, he could feel the small creature next to him exuding utter misery. He was not very attuned to others, but the poor female was like a beacon of pain and was constantly sending him signals of her distress. It shook the roughened cattledog up and confused him, his face falling into a serious mask of frustration. He did not want her to see it, and even though she couldn't, he still felt the need not to project too much towards her. He could see tears welling up in the filmy surface of her eyes.
He had hoped his ramblings and his recollections would lift her mood, but they seemed to steer her in a different direction opposite of positive and happy. He could feel her withered frame slowing, almost staggering against him. He felt a rumble in his throat, the instinct to tell her not to give up and keep going but stopped himself. She was not cattle. She could not be driven. She was weak and tired and growing more sad and disheartened and yelling at her would do no good for either of them.
Like a scale tipping in either direction, Rooster's serenity and warmth at his memories were being counter-acted by the sadness and heartbreak of Dharma's own, memories she was reliving because Rooster had opened his big fat mouth and tried to give a coaching, a pep-talk, and it was going horribly wrong. Instead of inspiring her, he was reminding her of her short-comings. Boy, I feel like a jackass. Her embarrassment was now transferring to him and he felt terribly ashamed of himself.
She spoke, her notes as delicate as harp strings, and he couldn't help but to feel moved her as well, his erect ears twitching and falling to the sides of his head. He was moved in a different way, a direction that wanted to give her justice for the things that had been done to her. He didn't know anything about her, but everything on the surface told a story of a difficult life. No one had given her a break thus far in the world and it hurt the mottled dog. It made him angry to think of someone walking away from her, leaving her at the mercy of invisible enemies. The enemies being the entirety of the world because she was unable to see anything at all.
He thought of interupting her but did not. Despite the horrible twist her words were giving his heart, it was not the right thing to do. He listened, grunting softly but not forming any words. He didn't know what to say that wouldn't hurt her further and he was actually relieved when she laughed a little, delighted and cautious about the thought of food. Rooster hadn't considered the fact she might not be able to take a bunch of food in at once, but it did make perfect sense. If she gorged herself, then she would only be capable of purging precious calories. There was small game out on the prairie and he could help her eat just enough.
He opened his mouth to talk, to reassure her, but not before he felt the tremor in her legs increase in a ten fold. He glanced over at her, feeling her pressing into him as much as she could stand, her little voice tinkling in his ears. He looked up, seeing how much more it would take. He could now see the pond, shining brightly underneath the afternoon sun. "Just a bit more," he murmured in response to her question, feeling her little nose touching the muscle of his shoulder. He could feel her wasted frame giving in to the pain and exhaustion. Normally Rooster was not so impulsive and not so inclined to intrude on another's personal space, but she was shorter and lighter than himself and he could not let her falter this close to the finish."Dharma, I'm going to carry you the rest of the way. No ifs, ands, or butts. No embarrassment. You are the lightest little songbird on the prairie right now and you won't hurt me any," he said with compassion and started moving gently, parting her side for a moment to slip his head and shoulders underneath her, his stomach brushing the earth. He did not wait to see if she would object and carried on without hesitation. He was breaking deeply into her personal space, his head brushing up against her chest and his shoulders coming up to support the sides of her ribs. Slowly, he lifted her up, where her head would rest against his neck and the rest of her length would be supported by his body. He was an assertive dog but gentle when need called for it."I apologize if this makes you feel awful. I don't want you to feel that way, okay? I'm more than happy to do this and I'm not gonna just leave you here on the prairie. We're strangers, I know...but a little songbird shouldn't feel as if she has no wings. If your wings are broken, you can use mine." He said this with some awkwardness, feeling as if she would hate him for such an act. But he hoisted them both along, walking carefully so she would not unbalance. "The way you talk....it let's me know someone didn't appreciate your song, little bird. You ain't gotta feel that way with me. I'm not here to try and tell you what to do or try and treat you like an invalid. But I can't just ignore you. You needn't ask for any help. I know how pride works. But I lend myself to those who need it. And you may not think you are strong now and I'm sorry if my words earlier made you feel terrible. It was not my intention and for that I am awfully sorry. You may not think you are strong now...but I promise I'm gonna help you find strength." He puffed out, his legs aching slightly. But he could smell the water now, strong and pungent. So close, five more feet...Despite the extra weight, Rooster relished the burn in his body. He felt his heart pumping, taking blood to his extremities. Each step was making his paws feel as if they were weighted with lead, but he kept himself moving for the small, broken dog along his back. It felt like an eternity, but the red and white male was not apt to stop, even if she offered protest. Rooster felt an anxiousness burning deep within him, wondering if he was doing the right thing by Dharma. Maybe she didn't want his help and perhaps he was only making her feel more like a burden. Though it was not his intention, Rooster did understand pride.He thought these things as he halted, his feet now sinking slightly in mud that bordered the green water of the pond. They had made it, but only now he would see if he had crossed a line. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRPHY 2.0 |
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Post by ripple on Apr 24, 2018 18:02:18 GMT
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Post by ripple on Apr 20, 2018 15:52:12 GMT
"So if you see me walkin’ all alone,
Don’t look back, I’m just on my way back home." The mottled dog could feel the intense heat slipping away from his body to melt into the sweetly cool grasses, his rapid breathing slowly returning to a natural rhythm. The foam along his lips was beginning to dry and now he had the strength to swipe his tongue over it and free himself of the scrim. He was burning from head to toe with exhaustion, but his mind was in a euphoric daze.
He registered that the white troublemaker was now back. Rooster lifted his head, golden brown eyes seeing the white dog and the pronounced limp he had now taken on. Had he jumped in the fray, once Rooster had turned their course? He thought maybe so, seeing the limp that had not been there moments before the whole of the prairie was barreling down on top of him. It was an injury to a dog indicative of a hoof and it was something the red and white cattledog was all-too familiar with. He felt a little grateful, regardless of the anger swelling up inside him at this brute's actions. He could have run away and made a clean break, but he had chosen not to and come back to help Rooster. That was stupid, but noble, and Rooster thought it made this guy's reputation a little better.
He tried to inhale a large breath so that he could begin cursing at this guy for starting this whole mess, but the stitches in his sides rippled in mild warning that they were not yet ready for such ferocity. Rooster winced, letting out a puff of air that had no words on it. It seemed the universe didn't want the cattledog to speak his mind and it seemed for the better he wasn't able to. The white dog was panting heavily, taking up residence beside him and speaking. His tone was almost the same, that typical insolence of a young child, but there was a new edge to it that Rooster respected deeply.
He was still calling Rooster Johnny Boy, which the mottled dog was beginning to loathe, but it seemed alright in this moment because it sounded like he wanted to make some sort of amends, going slightly against his own character to do so. He listened to the other speak and was even surprised into getting an introduction, a name for the white dog instead of idiot or troublemaker. Korvette.
Rooster labored himself up into a sitting position, his breath now steady. Had he heard this right? Had Korvette actually offered to hunt for them? Rooster wasn't suspicious. Mostly those who acted childishly and foolishly were kind deep down at heart, but wouldn't out-rightly admit to it. They had actions, though, that they did to offer how grateful they were. "Well," Rooster grunted. "I must say you are a foolish asshole. I had a whole speech I was gonna give you about this, but it my heart I just couldn't do it. Hell, I didn't even know you stuck around and tried to help. I half expected you to be long gone." His golden eyes flickered to his shoulder, the source of the limp and the pain Korvette was exuding. His voice was rough, but not cruel. He managed to keep his face neutral."But, you did. That's all that matters and that's worth admirin'. Korvette, it is good to finally get your name. Now, I know you are awful fond of it, but Johnny Boy, ain't my name. They call me Rooster and lunch would be great,"he rumbled with good nature, letting the roughness from earlier fade. It was hard to stay mad at anyone and even though Korvette had acted so stupidly, Rooster was capable of forgiving those who deserved it."Are you up to it, though? The herd looks like they weren't so kind to you. A clip like that is a tough one to take," he asked carefully, his eyes sliding up to meet those icy blue ones. He didn't want to offend him or make him feel inadequate, but right now the two of them were beaten and used like old cabin rugs. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRPHY 2.0 |
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Post by ripple on Apr 20, 2018 3:28:10 GMT
WarPaintAhh! I love the idea of a budding romance between Rooster and Dharma! I love this a lot, actually. I definitely agree with a friendship first, as I could see Rooster not even considering that idea at all, not because he doesn't think Dharma is sweet or beautiful, but because I think he'd be wonderfully oblivious. I know you're thinking of having her in the Rangers as a healer, and that makes it all the more sweet. Rooster, helping heal the healer, who then helps him visit his softer side and heals him a little with her love, being his support and shoulder instead of it being the other way around. It definitely screams Rooster, because he isn't going to care if she is blind. He'll love her deeply, just for overcoming what she has and being strong. She will literally embody his vision for what The Rangers were about...and heck, she's even part of his inspiration! YES, TO THIS. (Jewel's You were Meant for Me plays in the background and Ripple sheds a tear) Juniper and Paint, I also love this idea, because I could see Juniper wanting to help Paint with his attacks. She's so sensitive to emotion that she would be more than happy to be his friend and warning system! She'd also understand him on that same emotional level, since she is very shy at first. I see them becoming tight friends and she wouldn't mind being his safety blanket. She's so sweet she'd enjoy the companionship. I'm also thinking they could crush on each other a little, bonding over this connection they'll have. Which will be fun, because I'm thinking of having her also having a crush on Tristan, who isn't like Paint. I see her getting conflicted over her feelings for her male friends xDDD
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Post by ripple on Apr 20, 2018 3:00:35 GMT
Heaven is in the palm of my hand and it's waiting here for you What am I supposed to do with a childhood tragedy? The storm was hurrying its way across the nightly world of Graycott, a sinister presence sneaking into the town as soon as the sun had set. It brought with it thunderclouds, deep indigo bruises in the sky tinged with an ugly yellow cast. The rain was waiting, swelling and growing pregnant in the sky until it was prime time for the storm to give birth.
A rumble of thunder caught the brute's attention, made him swivel his head to the side and drew his eyes upward. A scowl had formed across that face, a deep thundercloud spawning there as well. It was an inconvenience to the black dog, who did not want to shelter in this place tonight. But it seemed he would have to, because the winds around him were beginning to pick up, mighty gusts that were making it difficult to walk in a straight line without being buffeted.
The black shepherd could feel the electricity building in the air and it made the hair on the nape of his neck stand erect. He growled his own thunder in the confines of his throat and stalked his way to the nearest shelter, a big looming penitentiary that stunk of rot and age. He was mumbling vulgar curses underneath his breath, vehemence rolling off him with every step he took. He mounted the concrete steps and pushed one muscled shoulder into the door, causing it to creak and moan. The hinges were already rusted and the lock mechanism since ruined. It swung easily for the black dog and he skulked into the darkness, disappearing upon his entrance.
He blended with the shadow, the windows offering no light inside the massive building because of the storm that was about to steal the night. Deimos blinked, two large golden eyes that were adjusting to the lack of light. He immediately noted there were bones littering the place, large femurs and broken skulls. He snorted and approached one of these skulls, bringing a large paw down to crush the ancient thing. It snapped, emitting a a cloud of dust and practically disintegrating underneath the dog's weight.
He picked up one of the femurs in his jaws and slowly made his way to a discarded blanket in the far corner of the first floor. He plopped himself down, bone still grasped in his mouth. This looked like some old reception area, but bones and old rags were littered everywhere. A ficus was dead and black, long perished, in a terracotta pot along the wall. The bullet-proof glass that protected the receptionist area was smeared with what looked like years-old blood, turned brown by oxidation.
It looked more like a tomb than a prison, but it suited Deimos just fine. He had rested his bone on his legs, but was now staring at with a vicious intensity.
"Honey, I'm home," he called out in a nasty, sarcastic way that marred his handsome features with the ugly way it twisted his face when he spoke. He seemed pissed off even talking to the air. Satisfied this was all the exploring and welcome he was doing and receiving, the dark shepherd snapped the femur bone up in his mouth and began gnawing it violently.
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Post by ripple on Apr 20, 2018 2:19:00 GMT
"So if you see me walkin’ all alone,
Don’t look back, I’m just on my way back home." The mottled cattledog was spending the afternoon resting in the skeleton of an old truck, escaping the summer's heat and pondering his thoughts. Rooster had seen quite a bit these past few days, things that were beginning to turn in his mind and causing his sleep to become disturbed with vivid dreams he couldn't quite explain when he finally woke. There was something bothering the red and white dog deeply, something that he hadn't spoken about to any living being. The junkyard was mostly silent while metal and rubber were busy heating up underneath the sun's glare. It gave off a rather unpleasant and very industrial smell. It was an excellent place for him to consider these thoughts, the silence and solitude not deafening, but comforting. He drew in a deep breath despite the hot aroma of oil and rust and released a heavy sigh that seemed to carry across the dusty earth of the abandoned lot. He shifted slightly, laying down to rest his elbows on the torn leather of the truck's seat and cocking his ears to listen to the far-off wailing of cicadas. He was busy brooding over the last week, turning all the events he had been a part of over in his mind. He had met that reckless, lawless fool on the prairie. Narrowly died stopping a bison stampede. He had tussled with a coyote and helped Dharma, taking her under his wing a little until she was able to get some meat on her bones and walk without needing assistance. It was insane, the number of negative things he had witnessed. Dharma was precious to him now, but he had found her nearly starved and all alone, despite the fact she was blind. That cocky moron was harassing bison and following nobody's advice (especially Rooster's). It seemed like his first week in Graycott that every day was going to be punctuated by some new horror, things that Rooster felt moved to act upon. These were the things that he thought, his golden-brown eyes scanning the junkyard and his ears listening to the roar of insects. He looked peaceful, almost like nothing in the world was wrong with him, as he lay comfortably in the rusted-out shell of an old farming truck while thoughts uncomfortably jumped around in his mind. @palisade - 370- Hope you don't mind I went ahead and started a thread for you and Briar <3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRPHY 2.0 |
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Post by ripple on Apr 20, 2018 0:58:55 GMT
Oh, the look was in her eyes. You never know what might be found there.
● ● ● ● but she was dancing all in time, the moves she made so fine, like the music that surrounds her. Her nervous energy was affecting the Toller mix and Juniper did not miss when he backed off a little. She felt a little awful that she always displayed her emotions in such an up-front way, so visible that she was like a window that anyone could see through. Her ears went back just slightly in shame. She didn't mean to make this handsome dog feel like she didn't trust him immediately. It was good too be wary of strangers, but if they were actually good dogs, then it left her feeling like she was overreacting. She felt a little better when he didn't seem offended by her behavior and actually seemed to be trying to make conversation. She couldn't help but to smile a little, feeling some of her nerves settle.She giggled softly and quickly, glad she wasn't the only who had mistaken this guy for someone else before. It made her feel better to know she was not alone with her mistakes and it was comforting, the way he spoke to her, soothing her and making her feel less like a moron. She listened politely, nodding her head when he confirmed he hadn't seen any other dogs that looked like her. She hadn't been too hopeful, since she had lost her family that night she hadn't a clue where to begin looking for them. She had merely been wandering for a long time, keeping her eyes peeled, but not really having an idea to where they might actually be. He asked her how she had gotten separated from her family, a story she had never really told anyone before. He assured her she didn't have to answer and for a moment Juniper did not. The red and white setter was a little emotional when it came to the topic, but before she could build up those tears and that heartache, the Toller introduced himself to her, taking a little bow and complimenting her name. It made Juniper feel a little flattered and awkward, the compliment and the bow. It was so gentlemanly, so considerate. Tristan."Hi Tristan." she tried to relax and let her tail wag slightly, to appear friendly and not paranoid. She managed another smile for him, showing him that she was pleasant enough company. "Thank you so much...I appreciate how gracious you are being. It's a relief to know that others can overlook my awkwardness." She allowed herself to sit for a moment, curling her legs up underneath her so that she could let the stress and earlier disappointment fade away. "I...I lost my family a long time ago. We've been separated a very long time and I've been on my own for awhile. I haven't the slightest idea where they might be. It was a very violent storm... It was terrible. I've been looking for them so long. I'm sorry if it seemed like a put a lot on you in that moment. I had a bunch of hope, but I should have known better. They could be anywhere." She managed to keep her self poised while she spoke, keeping her voice steady so she didn't exude anymore intense emotion. She didn't want to cry or appear weak or in need of any white knight. She wasn't helpless and wasn't feeble. She could be strong and she would strong now. There was something about Tristan that made her feel confident, and perhaps it was the way he was naturally comfortable around her that was persuading her to be the same way. "You're the first dog I've seen here, too. It seems very dead, doesn't it? It makes you wonder sometimes if you are the only one in existence." She laughed, a tinkling sound. She was always amazed at her own imagination. "But it's good to know I'm not alone. It's nice to see another face, even if it is just one. And you might not be my brother, but I'm glad I've found someone to talk to." Her face was beginning to show her smile a little more with each word. She was really glad to find someone to talk to.Juniper didn't like to be lonely. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by ripple on Apr 20, 2018 0:28:53 GMT
"So if you see me walkin’ all alone,
Don’t look back, I’m just on my way back home."
The red and white dog felt the tension building within him melt away, soothing his heart. She wasn't offended and nor was she going to try and push him away. His offer to help was accepted, the sweet softness of her voice confirming he was making a little connection with her. It made him feel good, to know he wasn't really perceived as a villain, even by someone as blind as Dharma. Rooster had never been the type to worry about what others thought, but he never wanted to be labeled an abuser, a bully, or a jerk. It was unfathomable that to him that he had to tread carefully around Dharma because she had probably been all-too familiar with those types.
He could see, however, that even though his offer had been taken in good faith, the weariness Dharma was feeling was only growing more intensely. Rooster frowned, watching as she began the arduous journey upwards, gaining her legs which were trembling ferociously under her thin weight. Rooster stepped closer to her, breathing out a low breath,"I'm gonna help you now, so don't be afraid." He didn't give her a chance to react and came up beside her, catching her collapse with the side of his own body. She was painfully light and it hurt Rooster's hurt. How could someone let her live like this? A soul with feelings and emotions.... Left and tossed aside. He expected such behavior from lesser life-forms, but not from other dogs. Other dogs should at least care for one another.
She was dipping her head again and he could almost smell the apology rolling off her, but Rooster ignored it. She didn't need to apologize for anything ever again, not while he was around to help her out. He wouldn't accept any more thanks or welcome, because he now felt it was his mission and his purpose to be here today to rescue her from the fate she narrowly ended up taking. Steady and slow, the two dogs were now moving as a unit.
Each step for him was easy but he knew each step for her was laborious. He drew in a gentle breath, tasting the wind for the pond. Soon they'd be there, soon. He was thinking these things when she asked him a question, genuine interest that touched the rough-tongued dog. He felt more relaxed now that she was speaking to him instead of trembling and waiting for an act of abuse who would never in a million years deliver.
"Well, the two-legs," he chuckled softly,"are humans. The official word, anyway, though don't feel ashamed. Lots of dogs call'em two-legs. But my master, he was a rough and firm guy, but sweet and caring underneath. He liked hard work and could be tough, but he was always fair." The sweet nostalgia. He felt it come over him, transporting him back to a time when his master was still alive, before the fated accident that had changed the course of Rooster's existence. "Now, before I tell you how great it was, don't let me mislead you, Miss Dharma. Not all humans were like my master. Some humans had the potential for cruelty and meanness, but sometimes a dog gets lucky and gets picked by a good one. I was blessed enough to have worked with my master. He taught me how to move cattle, to defend the home of coyotes and wolves, to appreciate the hot sun on my back, and that hard work makes a soul filled."
They were still moving together, slow and steady. They should reach the pond soon and Rooster knew Dharma would tire out. More importantly, she would doubt herself. He chuckled softly again,"And this right here for you is hard work, I know. But no matter how tired or beaten we fill, once we get through it, your heart is gonna full. And your stomach. The water will refresh you. You can get cleaned up. I'll find us some dinner, too. But don't give up. Hard work is tough, but it makes us stronger." He felt a tiny rift of emotion hit is raspy voice, hoarse from years of barking and driving cattle. It was true. There were times when Rooster himself had wanted to give up because the work got too tough, but once he followed through, the muscle aches and pains didn't matter. He felt accomplished.
He felt confident. And he hoped completing this journey would do that for Dharma, too.
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Post by ripple on Apr 19, 2018 2:19:55 GMT
 AUDITION, TIME! So now The Rangers and their boards are 95% finished, it is time to now make the group open to the public! Some roles in the community are available for everyone to join, but some roles only need a single individual! High-rank positions need filled, and they need filled by YOU! All rank duties/descriptions can be found Here
SHERIFF is currently filled by Rooster!
DEPUTY is filled by Bran!
CAPTAIN is filled by Yakov.
LIEUTENANT is filled by Stark.
NEEDED POSITIONS; LAW ENFORCEMENT & COMMUNITY DEPUTY: The second-in-command in the law enforcement section and carries out similar duties to the Sheriff, but the deputy does not have the freedom to organize patrols or stations unless otherwise authorized by the Sheriff. The Deputy may serve in the courts and escort prisoners under the Sheriff's word.
The Deputy is the support to the Sheriff and is responsible for organizing the protection of the community home. The Deputy usually maintains a station on the grounds of the Chateau.
CAPTAIN: Third-in-command in the law enforcement section. The Captain is responsible for training new recruits and educating the public and law enforcement alike on the laws of the community. The Captain does not usually appear in court unless the Captain has been named a witness. The Captain is responsible for investigating petty crimes within the community and takes public complaints for the Sheriff. The Captain is responsible for maintaining the Regulators and is often stationed to guard the Lodges, where prisoners are kept.
LIEUTENANT: Fourth-in-command and responsible for settling legal disputes within the community, usually disputes that are mild in nature and need only a mediator to settle. The Lieutenant also serves as public defender. The Lieutenant usually assists the Captain with their duties and are often shared. The Lieutenant is responsible for overseeing Rangers.
Mayor: The face the community looks up to and the overseer of the business aspect of the community who keeps track of revenue, supplies had, supplies needed, and uses diplomacy to solve community issues. The Mayor is responsible for conducting meetings, organizing community events, and preserving the laws of the land by setting an example for the members. The Mayor deals directly with outside parties with whom The Rangers will trade or otherwise do business with. The Mayor keeps a check on the Law Enforcement side while Law Enforcement keeps a check on the Mayor, creating a balance of power between the two factions of the community.
Assistant Mayor: The right-hand to the Mayor who has similar responsibilities while also providing great counsel to the Mayor. The Assistant Mayor is charged with making sure the community is aware of town meetings and are attending certain community events that the Mayor has organized. The Assistant Mayor is also conditioned and poised to take the current Mayor's place should anything happen and while act as Mayor until an election can be held.
Market Manager: The Market Manager is a single position and is responsible for making sure that no illegal goods are being sold on the premises. Illegal goods include weaponry, illicit drugs, and poisons. The Market Managers are also responsible for overseeing the daily intake of prey by hunters. TO AUDITION To audition for a role (and you can audition for more than one role in the pack but only get chosen for one) Please follow the guidelines below.1. To audition, please provide your character's name, age, and a brief description of their major personality traits.
2. Provide a brief summary of your character's strengths and weaknesses (i.e. are they great with their muscles and strength, but a little slow to run? Do they have nerves of steel, or do they have a tendency to get nervous under pressure? Are they nice or are they aggressive?)
3. Please provide a roleplay sample along with the above information. Roleplay out your character fulfilling the duties of their position! Get creative! If you want to be Deputy, why not roleplay out an arrest? Or as Mayor, how would you handle a dispute between pack members? If you'd like a prompt, please PM ripple and I can provide you a prompt for your role.*Auditions will be held through the week and will end on 4/22/18, but if interest is great enough in a single position, then I will judge the winner of the position based on the quality and creativity of their roleplay sample. I am very fair and will consider your sample on the following attributes: Clarity, Grammar, and Creativity. I will score posts out of 5. Clarity worth 1.5 points, Grammar worth 1.5 points, and Creativity 2 points. *Any positions not applied for or positions that are still available by the time auditions are over will then be given on a first-come-first served basis, with all the above criteria taken into consideration. So don't wait until the audition is over to apply- perhaps the position you covet won't be available! **Sample word minimum is the same as the site minimum!
Please reply to this thread with your audition information and good luck!MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0 |
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Post by ripple on Apr 19, 2018 1:35:02 GMT
The Rangers Current Ranks and Town Roster Total: 01 WANTED: all RANKS MALES: 01 FEMALES: 00 PUPS PACK STATUS: OPEN TO ALL MEMBERS LAW ENFORCEMENT Sheriff: Rooster
Deputy: TBA
Captain: TBA
Lieutenant : TBA
Class II Regulators: TBA
Class I Regulators: TBA
Rangers: TBA COMMUNITY Mayor: TBA
Ast. Mayor: TBA
Market Manager: TBA
Traders: TBA
Gardeners: TBA
Healers: TBA
Market Manager: TBA
Hunters: TBA
Citizens: TBA
Retired Citizens: TBA
Attorneys: TBA Other Pups: TBA
Wards: TBA
Prisoners: TBA UNITED WE STAND. coded by ulla |
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