~*~Survive The City: A stray Dog RP RESTARTED~*~

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((I guess we should wait for Chickenfan to return... D:

But I have Faith and Taj over at Willow pack and Georgia at Golden pack not doing anything if someone wants to role play over there? :) ))
 
Murdoc stood several yards from the cave in which his leaders dwelled, anticipating the couple's first set of puppies. He still hadn't a single clue as of what was going on, other than there were some unusual vibes wafting from in there. A shiver went down his spine when it hit him. Had the litter been a complete loss? Worried, he inched his way up to the opening of rocks and peered in from about eight feet away. Though he knew better than to get into Jargo's business, he spoke as a dark figure emerging from the entryway. "Is everything okay?" he asked, hanging his body down in a submissive manner.


"Yup, and we're gonna try t'a keep 'im that way," Swampson replied. "But you need t'a focus on the task at hand, lassie!" It wasn't really a scold, though his voice was stern. "Now let's see 'bout them last young'ns," he urged, motioning for her to lay back.
Harli glanced at Murdoc, then followed Swampson's orders and laid back. Her eye lids drooped sleepily, and she kept flinching to drive the black blanket away. She whimpered as a lurching pain shot through her, and another very small pup came. She stared at Swampson, trying to find out whether or not it was alive, without looking at the pup.
 
((I guess we should wait for Chickenfan to return... D:

But I have Faith and Taj over at Willow pack and Georgia at Golden pack not doing anything if someone wants to role play over there?
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(Yeah, oops. Probably should. ;) I'll make another dog for WillowPack.)
 
Harli glanced at Murdoc, then followed Swampson's orders and laid back.  Her eye lids drooped sleepily, and she kept flinching to drive the black blanket away.  She whimpered as a lurching pain shot through her, and another very small pup came.  She stared at Swampson, trying to find out whether or not it was alive, without looking at the pup. 


((TO BE CONTINUED...

...Okay, maybe one last post here. :lol: ))

Swampson began the same procedure on this pup, massaging and cleaning its mouth out, then urging it to breath with gentle nudges on its side. He leaned in and placed his ear against it. "It's got a pulse, but it don't sound so good," he muttered, continuing to massage and work at it. Finally, the pup gasped and began to breath, and once it had taken a few deep breaths, it let out an ear-shattering screech. "This'un's gonna be a pawful," Swampson commented, looking pleased as he placed the pup at Harli's side so that it could nurse.

(( :oops: Now, no more until Chickenfan gets back.))
 
Name: Sylver
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years
Pack: WillowPack
Rank: Sentry
Mate: None
Personality: Bubbly and puppy-like, though she takes her job VERY seriously, and wants to please her alphas.
History: She was a bird dog as a pup, but was adopted into a large family at a year old. She did not like the tight space of the family's suburban home, and dug under the poorly made fence to freedom. Found WillowPack only a little while ago, but loves it immensely.
Breed: Weimaraner

Other: She admires Taj. ;)
Picture or Description: She has a ghostly presence, with her large ice gray eyes and silver coat.
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