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DarkHeartedSorrows Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 3:48 pm
 The sun was just rising, but Hazard was already prowling the streets. When you lived on the outskirts of human society, even metaphorically, it meant you had to be up and prepared to do what needed to be done. Mostly, moving the hell out of the way, so no one would spot him and give him any trouble.
The city was already starting to roar as it stretched and awakened for the day. Speedy yellow cabs raced by expensive cars and people on their motor scooters trying to get to jobs and careers. The cafes were beginning to open, Hazard could practically taste the bitter sweet aroma of coffee beans mixed with pastries. A bell chimed outside the alley her prowled as an owner opened for business. Mornings were... hectic.
He followed the pavement between two brick buildings way back. If he went far enough, he knew there was an old abandoned park, no longer fresh and green like it had been years ago when it had opened. It was a safe place for strays and outcasts. It was a good place to rest and recruit. Quote: This RP takes place in an old park. The park is browning with lack of care, and no humans really wander near it.
You do not need to be a stray to participate in this RP, but be aware that some strays and outcasts may be protective of his area as they view it as a safe zone. If your pet/police dog/service dog/etc wanders here, do not be surprised if hostility ensues. If you want that kind of experience, go for it!
You may only participate in this RP if you have a dog.
Please post an image of your dog in your first post so we know what the dog we are RPing with looks like.
This is not a recruit thread for Hazard's pack, but he may mention it, and if your dog is interested, we could certainly work something out here.
If you make more than one post here it CAN count for breeding RPs.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 6:04 am
 A lean form drifted throughout the streets, curling closer to the walls as the city gradually came to life. Nights were the easiest to deal with, the time when most humans decided to stay away from the darker parts of town in favor for the brightly lit main roads. Anuha already knew his opinion on humans, and always favored the night filled with silence than the mornings filled with glares and threats. Humans were ignorant beings who misunderstood anything that had to do with dogs on the streets, and already in his short years of life Anuha discovered the true nature of those human 'hunters' who often tried to capture him.
No face was genuine, no human secure. The only truth he knew was the truth of the streets.
So, as often he lost track of time, the early hours of light were spent searching for a new place to sleep or wander around secure before the humans tried to play lifesaver for him again. Ignoring a man who held out food and attempted to catch his attention, Anuha caught the scent of a dog and paused a moment at the alleyway entrance. He could see Hazard moving away from the street to a farther distance, and wondered exactly what was going on. It could easily be a 'pack' zone where he could get attacked for trespassing...or maybe a safe haven for stray outcasts. He continued to weigh his options on if he should try to go down the alley for a long moment.
However, before long the human voice came closer, and Anuha had to quickly make a decision. He turned to see the man trying to get someone to help grab him, possibly interested because of the ribs that perturbed from Anuha's body. So, before they could get close enough, he darted away into the darkness with a low growl and a snap of his maw, pausing to make sure they weren't stupid enough to follow before moving toward the old abandoned park.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 8:00 pm
 This was the most hectic time of the day. The time when the human paths would be most busy, always people rushing somewhere. This was the time when they had the least patience for strays, not that she wanted anything to do with them. Forget me not's body was scarred, thin and dirty. Her right ear was almost gone, bite and scratch shaped scars covered her body from her short yet hard life.
Traveling down one of the alleys by a place humans gathered to feed, she moved towards a few of the shiny bins that lay out back. She knew from experience that this place was fairly safe from humans, they're scents wasn't very strong. Every noise made her jump, especially when she knocked off one of the bin's shiny caps. When no one came out immediately, she put her large front paws onto it as she rooted through to try to find something edible.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 8:20 pm
 With the city waking up and the hustle and bustle beginning to get loud, Maximus steadily made his way through the city. The waking city made him think back to the time he had a owner. The old Veteran had loved taking walks in the almost awake city. However those walks stopped when that man grew old for he had been given to the Veteran's son who was also a soldier. When the son got called to duty, it was only natural for Maximus to go. He had been trained to sniff out bombs and had previously worked with Search and Rescue and on very rare occasions the police. But the son had died in duty and Maximus was sent home. He expected to go to his previous master's home since the son's family couldn't deal with Maximus being there. However the old Veteran had died, leaving Maximus to fend for himself. Before anyone could send him elsewhere, Maximus left figuring the streets were the best place for him now.
So now Maximus lived wherever he could find a place to sleep. There was no home, not any more. He prowled up and down the streets, avoiding people while they avoided him. Several times children would come to him but were quickly grabbed by their parents and taken away. Maximus didn't blame the parents. After all strays could never be trusted.
Finally reaching the abandoned park, he relaxed. This was a safe haven for strays. A place to rest and get some sleep. Maximus noticed a couple of other dogs there but paid no heed to them. He walked over to a dying tree and laid down. His bright green eyes remained open as he watched the area.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 6:48 pm
 Wiley's breathing was shallow and rather fast. His heart pounded in his ears, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He had found it. He had found one of the stray's hideouts. Wiley had been on one of his normal patrols when he stumbled across the old abandoned park. He didn't know which pack it belonged to, or even if it belonged to a pack at all. The dogs there didn't seem to be socializing with one another. Perhaps it was neutral territory. If it was, maybe he could go under cover!
Wiley looked at himself. No, he was too clean. He had just gotten groomed the other day. The shepherd sniffed at his fur, taking in a deep breath. He sighed happily at the smell, lavender and rosemary. It was his favourite shampoo. Wiley's family even planted the flowers in their backyard for him to roll in. A plus to both parties, seeing as humans didn't seem to enjoy the natural "dog smell." Ah well. Regardless, there was no way Wiley would ever pass for a stray.
The officer situated himself in the bushes, squinting at the distant park. He couldn't quite make out any notorious villains from this distance. Wiley would have to get closer in order to make any proper identifications. And to hear any conversations made as well. But without any back-up, he would be righteously screwed if he was caught. Wiley crossed his paws and peered out from the hole in the bushes. He would wait until they were all talking, or maybe even fighting before trying to get closer. The opportunity to gain vital intelligence was just too tempting to pass up.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:08 pm
Quite as he'd expected, there were other dogs here. Some he'd seen before, some entirely new. The Dane was familiar; he walked with an air of grounded pride, like he knew what he was doing. Hazard could recall seeing him on some of the same streets, the ones that only the truly street smart knew the walk. He could almost respect a dog with that kind of intelligence. Almost.
The Wolfhound was thin. Thinner than even a stray should be, in his mind. Being thin was being weak, and being weak was fatal without a human to care for you. Still, she'd survive so far, so that had to speak for something. He hip-checked the can as he walked by, knocking it over with a loud clang. "If you're going to rummage for your meals, do it right," he snapped. It might have been vaguely sympathetic, had the words not dripped with the menace and cruelty that had come to define the pit bull.
He was entirely unaware of both the greyhound behind him and the cop in the bushes.
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DarkHeartedSorrows Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:15 pm
Rooting through the trash can, she didnt notice the other dogs approach. Letting out a startled yelp, she jumped away from the falling can as he walked by, backing away from the dog who knocked into it. She towered over him, yet there was still fear in her eyes. Forget me not eyed the other stray with tattered cloth around his neck. "...W...What do you ..mean..?"
Now more aware of her surroundings, her eyes darted to and fro as she looked around. She spotted a Great Dane in the distance, as well as a lean Greyhound. Looks like the place wasn't as quiet as she had hoped.
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