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

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Mantis carefully padded through Willow pack territory again, far from home, but out on his usual daily business. A bag of various meat scraps that he had found in the garbage hung from his maw, and though the aroma was so tempting, he resisted it. The den he had been visiting came into view, and with a smile crossing his maw, he picked up his pace, only slowing to glance around so that he could be sure no one was around. Feeling safe that no one had seen him, he ducked his head and trotted into the den, tossing the bag of food to the ground as he did.

"Hello," he said quietly, almost timidly, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

There, at the back of the den, lay a she-dog, and as his eyes adjusted, Mantis realized that her eyes were closed. She was asleep. He padded over, his brow furrowing as his gaze stopped on her throat. Her throat had been wounded badly, on top of several other wounds to her face and sides, and this she-dog had been left to die. But in spite of Mantis finding her and getting her to the safety of this den, she didn't seem to be doing well. He brought her food every day and talked to her to keep her company. Still, she was so weak... Mantis wasn't sure what else he could do.

He smiled, noticing the she-dog's eyes open slowly. She smiled back, and her bushy tail wagged slowly. "Are you hungry?" Mantis asked, tilting his head with concern at her.

Slowly, she nodded in response. Her eyes followed him to the other side of the den, where he picked up the meat scraps he had brought and carried them over. He ripped open the bag, and the delicious smell of beef filled the den. "Here," Mantis said quietly, taking a piece and placing it by her maw.

Eagerly, she ate the scrap, though she winced and lay still in pain for a long while afterward. Mantis understood. Her throat had to hurt badly. A sympathetic frown crossed his maw as he passed more food over to her. How he wished he could help her...

 

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((What's up with Golden pack? Are they still under Jargoan control or has Rowan reclaimed the pack?))

 

[Chickenfan4life]

Mystery frowned as he looked to Dixie, noticing that she wasn't acting right. But before he could ask what was going on, Morado returned with a few diggers in tow, each carrying a cylinder-shaped metallic container, the kind that humans call 'cans'. The dogs dropped them on the floor at Dixie and Mystery's feet, and as the others turned to go back to their digging, Morado grinned. "Dinner is served."

Mystery, letting Dixie's odd behavior slip his mind, raised a brow at Morado. "What is this?" he asked, sounding skeptical.

"This, my dear boy, is a delicacy," Morado replied, grinning, "perfectly preserved through time by its hard outer shell. They call it, 'Dog Chow'."

Mystery couldn't help but laugh at Morado's presentation. "Okay, but how do we eat it?" His side brushed against Dixie's as he spoke, and he gave her a small smile before looking back to Morado expectantly.

"Easy-peasy! Are you watching?" Morado didn't wait for a response. "Step one: place one paw firmly on top of the can." With those words, he rolled a can over to himself, sitting it up and placing his paw on it to hold it still while he worked with his other paw. "Step two: wriggle one claw in underneath the tap." He demonstrated this step as well, though it took a bit of effort before he managed. "Step three: pop the tab." And he pulled up on the tab, which made a light popping noise and immediately released a mouthwatering aroma. "And... voila!" Taking the tab in his teeth, he pulled the can the rest of the way open.

Mystery watched with interest. "Dinner and a show," he muttered to Dixie. But he kept a straight face as he attempted to open a can for himself. After a few moments of struggling, the can somehow managed to flip out of his paws, landing with a sound somewhere between a clatter and a splat at the other side of the room. Chuckling at himself, he picked another can and tried again.

"For you, madam," Morado said politely, nudging the can he had opened toward her. "I've got to get back to digging, but you two enjoy." And with a wink that was mostly aimed toward Dixie, he turned and trotted down the tunnel and disappeared again.



((This post was exceptionally difficult to type. I had Rangi's little butt in my way and she kept pushing buttons and standing on the space bar.

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Dixie watched Mystery's expressions and knew he was going to say something. She braced herself for his reaction once she explained, but before he could ask what was wrong, Morado and a few other dogs had returned with several shiny metal cylinders. Confused, Dixie at first assumed that they were to eat the cylinders, but quickly realized that they were to eat what was within them. She chuckled at Morado's exaggerated demonstration and sniffed in the aromatic scent that filled the air around her and Mystery.

She watched Mystery try and couldn't help but laugh at his failed attempt at cracking open one of the "cans". Watching him get another, she smiled at his determination and watched his second go-'round. Suddenly she saw Morado nose the opened can towards her, and she looked suspicious at the way he called her "Madam". Taking the can in a very ginger manner, she made it clear that she was not going to stand for flirting. She knew he must've missed her warning signs because, much to her infuriation, he winked right at her. Good minded to thrash some sense into him, she decided against it, as she was plumb sick of fighting. Instead she snarled briefly after he winked, and hoped he he'd heard her.

She looked at Mystery and gave him an affectionate lick on the cheek, her brown eyes sparkling. The sadness was somewhat gone from them, but inside she still battled herself: should she tell him or just try to forget all about it? She sighed sadly. She didn't know what to do, and that was perhaps what angered her most...

(Oh, haha! Yeah, I just got back from art class and was exceptionally pleased to see this post... XD I literally screamed, "A post!" It's good to have Mystery back. I think Morado likes Dixie...)

 

[Chickenfan4life]

Mantis carefully padded through Willow pack territory again, far from home, but out on his usual daily business. A bag of various meat scraps that he had found in the garbage hung from his maw, and though the aroma was so tempting, he resisted it. The den he had been visiting came into view, and with a smile crossing his maw, he picked up his pace, only slowing to glance around so that he could be sure no one was around. Feeling safe that no one had seen him, he ducked his head and trotted into the den, tossing the bag of food to the ground as he did.

"Hello," he said quietly, almost timidly, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

There, at the back of the den, lay a she-dog, and as his eyes adjusted, Mantis realized that her eyes were closed. She was asleep. He padded over, his brow furrowing as his gaze stopped on her throat. Her throat had been wounded badly, on top of several other wounds to her face and sides, and this she-dog had been left to die. But in spite of Mantis finding her and getting her to the safety of this den, she didn't seem to be doing well. He brought her food every day and talked to her to keep her company. Still, she was so weak... Mantis wasn't sure what else he could do.

He smiled, noticing the she-dog's eyes open slowly. She smiled back, and her bushy tail wagged slowly. "Are you hungry?" Mantis asked, tilting his head with concern at her.

Slowly, she nodded in response. Her eyes followed him to the other side of the den, where he picked up the meat scraps he had brought and carried them over. He ripped open the bag, and the delicious smell of beef filled the den. "Here," Mantis said quietly, taking a piece and placing it by her maw.

Eagerly, she ate the scrap, though she winced and lay still in pain for a long while afterward. Mantis understood. Her throat had to hurt badly. A sympathetic frown crossed his maw as he passed more food over to her. How he wished he could help her...

(Saffron?)

Saffron padded slyly into the middle of the woods, many, many miles from Chroma Pack, or even the city, for that matter. It was another of her long journeys in which she made to gather her herbs that she used in her work. Goldenrod, Daisy, Lamb's Ear, the whole lot. Finally she finished and began padding back, her small paws seeming to never leave the ground as she walked in that classic Border collie pace. Finally she reached her den and began unpacking her herbs.

 

[Chickenfan4life]

((What's up with Golden pack? Are they still under Jargoan control or has Rowan reclaimed the pack?))

(Rowan is fixing to go reclaim it.)

 

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Dixie watched Mystery's expressions and knew he was going to say something. She braced herself for his reaction once she explained, but before he could ask what was wrong, Morado and a few other dogs had returned with several shiny metal cylinders. Confused, Dixie at first assumed that they were to eat the cylinders, but quickly realized that they were to eat what was within them. She chuckled at Morado's exaggerated demonstration and sniffed in the aromatic scent that filled the air around her and Mystery.

She watched Mystery try and couldn't help but laugh at his failed attempt at cracking open one of the "cans". Watching him get another, she smiled at his determination and watched his second go-'round. Suddenly she saw Morado nose the opened can towards her, and she looked suspicious at the way he called her "Madam". Taking the can in a very ginger manner, she made it clear that she was not going to stand for flirting. She knew he must've missed her warning signs because, much to her infuriation, he winked right at her. Good minded to thrash some sense into him, she decided against it, as she was plumb sick of fighting. Instead she snarled briefly after he winked, and hoped he he'd heard her. 

She looked at Mystery and gave him an affectionate lick on the cheek, her brown eyes sparkling. The sadness was somewhat gone from them, but inside she still battled herself: should she tell him or just try to forget all about it? She sighed sadly. She didn't know what to do, and that was perhaps what angered her most...

(Oh, haha! Yeah, I just got back from art class and was exceptionally pleased to see this post... XD I literally screamed, "A post!" It's good to have Mystery back. I think Morado likes Dixie...)     

((Yeah, but he'll take the hint eventually. ))

The distraction of Dixie's affection was just enough to help Mystery open the can it seemed, for he looked away just long enough for a small pop to draw his attention back to the can. "That's how you do that," he said, his voice filled with laughter as he did. He grinned stupidly to Dixie, then pulled the can open and sniffed hungrily at its contents. "Bottom's up!" And with that, he took a bite of the brownish substance within the can.

Much to his surprise, it was better than it appeared, meaty and moist and with a texture that just melted in his mouth. He sighed happily, swallowing the first bite and looking to Dixie. He had planned to ask her what she thought, but hearing her sad sigh, he frowned a bit. "What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head at her.

 

[Chickenfan4life]

Quote: (Lol!)

Dixie laughed at his stupid grin and, for a brief moment, was happy... And then he asked her what was wrong... With a small sob, she exclaimed, "Ever since you've asked me to be your mate, I have been feeling horrible... I'm no good for you, Mystery!" she wailed, suddenly sobbing, crying genuine tears. Through her sobs, in a shaky voice, she explained everything: how she'd felt when Mystery made her stay home while he went to find Teal, what she'd done to get revenge on him for doing that, and how she'd teamed up with Teal and even flirted with him. "I'm a disloyal mate, Mystery... I'm not a good girl for you; you're better off without me, anyways..." she finally concluded with a sob.

 

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(Saffron?)

Saffron padded slyly into the middle of the woods, many, many miles from Chroma Pack, or even the city, for that matter. It was another of her long journeys in which she made to gather her herbs that she used in her work. Goldenrod, Daisy, Lamb's Ear, the whole lot. Finally she finished and began padding back, her small paws seeming to never leave the ground as she walked in that classic Border collie pace. Finally she reached her den and began unpacking her herbs.  

((Sure. ))

With the meat scraps eaten and the she-dog asleep, Mantis headed out of the den to go home and check on his brother, but in the distance, he spotted another dog. Saffron! What was she doing out here?! He scrambled backward and peered out of the den, watching the medical dog leave slowly before he did anything more.

What if she had seen him? His heart raced. He couldn't have anyone know he was neglecting his duties back home for a dog that didn't even belong to his pack! Looking around, on edge from that encounter, he trotted out into the open and headed back home.

He reached the junkyard that was the heart of Chroma pack and looked around, hoping desperately not to run into Saffron. Carefully, he crossed the junkyard and started into the big den, where Russet had been healing. He glanced toward the other dens, noticing to his alarm that Saffron was in her den. Cats! He definitely didn't want to talk to her now! Quickly, he shuffled into the big den, though he turned and backed up the rest of the way, not wanting to be snuck up on. "Hey, Russ. How are you doing?" he asked over his shoulder, not facing his brother.

 

[Chickenfan4life]

Quote: Saffron finished up with her herbs, then stalked after Mantis in the direction he had gone. Upon seeing him in his den, she said, "Show me to your little friend that you keep checking on." Saffron's brown eyes were so calm and gentle, flickering gently with life. It was clear that she would not harm a living dog, even one whom didn't belong in the pack she lived in. "Yes, I know you are hiding someone: You reek of infection each time you leave that den, and yet you are perfectly healthy." she added, just to boost his trust in her that she was not spying.

(Thanks. I think I'm going to add into her form that she is very wise; she is!)

 

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Dixie laughed at his stupid grin and, for a brief moment, was happy... And then he asked her what was wrong... With a small sob, she exclaimed, "Ever since you've asked me to be your mate, I have been feeling horrible... I'm no good for you, Mystery!" she wailed, suddenly sobbing, crying genuine tears. Through her sobs, in a shaky voice, she explained everything: how she'd felt when Mystery made her stay home while he went to find Teal, what she'd done to get revenge on him for doing that, and how she'd teamed up with Teal and even flirted with him. "I'm a disloyal mate, Mystery... I'm not a good girl for you; you're better off without me, anyways..." she finally concluded with a sob.

Mystery listened, and slowly his expression went blank. He looked away, his eyes on his paws. He didn't know what to say, his eyes unfocused and his thoughts whirling through his mind. What could have possessed her to side with Teal? He felt his heart ache a bit, his head shaking slowly.

But since then... Mystery thought of when Dixie showed up to find him after Teal had told him she was dead, and later, when she first admitted that she loved him... And then she faced Cerise alone to demand that he be release, but when that didn't work, Dixie, impossible, stubborn Dixie, went out to catch Teal on her own. She had done more than enough to make up for what she did, especially considering the fact that Teal just used her to get at Mystery.

A forgiving smile crossed his maw, and he looked up at her again, giving her a nudge on the shoulder. "Dixie, I can't think of anyone I would rather spend the rest of my life with," he said quietly, looking her in the eye with sincerity evident in his gaze.