Welcome to Seven Lives. We are an active street dog roleplay that allows wolves, foxes, coyotes and even dire wolves! We have a low word count of 100. We are rated PG-13. We hope you take the time to look around and decide to join us!.
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My paw felt like there were tiny specks of glass going deeper into them. I don't remember how long i had been walking, my eyes felt heavy and my body was weak. My tongue rested out of my mouth and my body began to feel like it was shutting down. My ears flickered at the sound of a stream. I turned my head ever so slightly and started towards it. My muscles started to spazz the closer i got to the stream. Come on Bane just a little closer I mumbled to myself. My body slumped down more and more, i felt heavy. Taking one more step i collapsed on the ground. I whimpered slightly feeling defeated and weak. I felt my body tremble from my anxiety. I thought about my sister and how much i missed her. I ran here, to this place. My body rested on the ground as i tried regain some strength to get to the water. Snap my body reacted before i even realised that i had heard a noise. I searched my surrounding quickly and my legs started going backwards. Who's there? I barked curling my lips over my teeth. I let out a slow warning growl, for them to show themselves. My body trembled more with anticipation and my body no longer felt weak. I thought i was alone but maybe in not, maybe i should run. I want to run, and thats exactly what i might do.
Flint breathed in the air of the crisp winter breeze. The sky was clear, but a flurry of glittering snow swirled over the park’s gently sloping hills, carried by the wind. The park was a nice change of scenery from the dreary, abandoned city that Flint had wandered for days. He wondered why he saw no other dogs at the park on such a nice day - at least, as nice as a day could be in the winter. In fact, Flint had seen very few dogs in the city. It was getting a little eerie.
Movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Huh. Maybe he wasn’t alone. A Doberman lay at the bank of the trickling creek. He looked weak – very weak. Maybe even unconscious. Curious, Flint took a hesitant step closer.
Snap.
Ah, crap.
Flint’s foot landed smack on a twig. Why did he always have to be so freaking loud. This was exactly why he’d never be accepted into a pack.
Apparently the dog was very much NOT unconscious because his head immediately spun around and he heard him call out sharply, followed by a warning growl.
“It’s ok, I’m just passing by,” Flint replied non-threateningly. He eyed the Doberman anxiously. Flint was admittedly not a good fighter, but he thought he just might be able to outrun this wounded stranger if he decided to attack. Then again, it looked like this dog was just as prepared to bolt as Flint was. He looked so worn-out. On a sudden whim, Flint blurted out, “Hey, uh… are you alright?” He quickly regretted saying anything. Great, he probably offended him now.
Just as i was about to hightail it out of the park, i caught sight of the other dog. I growled a little more so he wouldn't come closer. I have a strong dislike for other males because I was the runt and felt the raft of other males. My ears perked forward as he spoke in a nonthreatening dominer. I lowered my head and my ears flipped down, I still was unsure about this fellow. I am going to be honest, i was definitely not strong enough to fight. Although he really didn't look like a fighter himself. As i was about to tell him to just go away, he said something else. “Hey, uh… are you alright?” My body tensed to keep myself from shaking. He looked as if he said something wrong, but i didn't mind the concern. I am not the social type, havent talked to others in a long time. I wanted to hide, I felt weak and ashamed. I wondered to myself if he was judging me silently or plotting against me. Was he waiting for me to put my guard down and attack? What was his motive? Im fine I said lowly as my mind raced. Are you alone? You part of a pack? Who are you? I frantically asked. I didn't trust him, all my life others who i knew and didn't know wanted me to die. I took a step forward confidently, with my chest out. I didn't want him to see that i was weak.
Flint took a nervous step backwards, feeling slightly threatened by the Doberman. Still, he wasn’t overly worried that the dog would attack him. But then... he didn’t seem entirely stable either. He was obviously injured and feeling exposed and threatened. Dogs like that could behave unpredictably.
At the onslaught of frantic questions, Flint stepped back again, his ears swerving uncertainly. He replied with a nervous little laugh, “Whoa, slow down. My name’s Flint. And yeah, I’m alone.” He shrugged. Then, deciding to try to put this guy at ease and prove he wasn’t a threat, he continued, “Wish I wasn’t, though. Being in a pack would make life a hell of a lot easier. But the few packs I’ve come across in this city have either been nothing but a loosely organized gang of thugs, or extremely unwelcoming of strangers.” Flint shrugged again. He wanted to ask about the stranger, but decided against it. Gauging the dog’s body language carefully, Flint waited to see how the stranger would respond.
I watched him take a step back nervously and my body relaxed. I wasn't a bully and it was obvious he didn't want to fight. He said his name was Flint, a gesture of friendliness. My sister taught me better then to be rude, oh boy did I miss her. I threw my head down and my rear naturally fell to the cool ground. Bane was all I could muster out my maw. I felt so tired with the long run I just traveled. I ran from place to place looking for my protector, my sister. I felt lost without her, the thought of her let a whimper escape my maw. I listen to Flint talk about the packs around this place, and how rude they are. The fact that this dog was okay with being in a stupid pack was insane to me. As the male talked I felt my anxiety calm down, and my body trembled a little less. A pack means nothing to me. If my own family didn't care about my survival, why would I think a pack would? I spat. You're better off on your own. I paused for a second Where are you from Flint?
Flint relaxed along with Bane, glad that the risk of a fight seemed to have passed. He watched as a change in demeanor swept over the other dog. His face had suddenly became deeply forlorn. Bane had obviously been through something pretty rough recently, to put it mildly. What did he mean, if his family didn’t care about him? Had his family abandoned him? It was obviously a tender subject, so Flint let it drop without comment.
Flint didn’t know quite how to respond to Bane’s advice. He was a deeply social being – the past two weeks of solitude had nearly driven him into a state of depression. Better off alone? No, Flint was no loner. He was wired to be a pack member. But trying to explain his feelings to the other dog would be pointless.
Thankful for an easy question, Flint replied, “I’m from Chicago.” He flashed Bane a grim smile. “Long walk here, to say the least. I’ve been on the road for two weeks now.” He paused, then added casually, “What about you?”
I eyed him suspiciously as my head twisted curiously. My ears perked up as the word Chicago past his lips. Its something we had in common and it is a long journey. I'm from Chicago as well...I trailed off as my voice got a little stuck in my throat. I cleared my throat and continued "I stumbled here trying to locate my sister." I figured since he was from the same city as I, what other dogs wandered here from there. In a little hope I slowly started walking towards him. Have you met any others? I asked are my ears turned forward and my stump as a tail wagged slightly. I don't know why, but apart of me liked the fellow. But the other part of me doesn't want anything to do with him. I stopped in my tracks deciding not to get to close. I bowed my head and took a step back. What's your story for coming here? I then sat and waited for an answer. Deciding I was starting to become a little rude I added If you don't mind me asking.I'm not very good at meeting others and I do apologize.
Flint’s expression brightened with interest as he learned that Bane was from his hometown. Suddenly he felt a little closer to the stranger. Flint nodded slowly at Bane’s explanation. So he was searching for his sister. He couldn’t help but wonder what Bane’s full story was. But he still felt that it would be inappropriate to prod the dog about his painful past.
Flint sat down across from Bane, feeling much more at ease now that the other dog seemed to have warmed up to him a little. He blew off Bane’s apology with a chuckle. “Eh, don’t apologize. And no, I don’t mind your asking at all.” He realized that Bane was probably wondering if he had seen his sister. That’s why he was so eager for news of other dogs from Chicago. He searched his memory, but as far as Flint could remember, Bane was the only Doberman from Chicago he had come across. “No, I haven’t run into anyone else from Chicago,” he replied apologetically. “Sorry.” He took in a long breath before answering Bane’s next question. Oh boy, where to start. “Well, my former owners were visiting friends in Silent Grove. The fallout from the lab explosion reached them, and they were infected. Symptoms didn’t show up until after they had returned home. And, well, that’s when they mutated and tried to kill me.” He paused, smiling grimly. “Long story short, I got the hell out of there. And I ended up here. I know - it doesn’t make much sense that out of all the places I could have gone, I’d come to Silent Grove. But my reasoning was that if it happened to me, it happened to other dogs too. I thought I could find some other strays out here who had lost their homes and owners as well. Maybe join up with them. But you can see how well that’s been working out for me.” He paused again, and then asked hesitantly, “Could I hear your story?”
I felt a hint of disappointment wash over my body as Flint stated he had met no others from Chicago. Well that figures, I knew I was just having a sense of false hope. My heart felt like it was beating a little harder as disappointment spread through my body. I heard his apology and I looked away slightly. I wasn't going to believe she was dead until I found her. Listening to the dog speak about his past and his journey for come here I looked at him. Apparently this infection originated here. I had been so lost in my own world or tragedies that I didn't realize what was going on. I stood up as he questioned what was my story for traveling. I turned towards the bridge that overlooked the lake. Turning my head towards the male, intending for him to follow if he pleased. Well, I was adopted by a man and his family. After his wife and kids took a family trip here they never came back. He assumed that they were dead due to the explosion. He started to drink heavily... I trailed off and it felt like I had a lump in my throat. I loved that family and protected them with my life. After all I did how could he do such cruel things to me? I stopped at the bridge and looked down at the water. Growling at my reflection I instantly got frustrated. The way I see it, the infection lets other dogs see humans like I see them. As monsters, savages....Kind words, treats, saying good boy and playing only hide who they really are. We risk our lives for them and when something tragic happens they turn on you. I held my head down and my ears flattened against my head. Everyone always turn on each other.
Flint listened quietly as Bane explained his story. He stood up and followed Bane as his new acquaintance began wandering towards the bridge. “Oh… I see,” Flint murmured thoughtfully as Bane fell silent. So they both lost their humans to the pathogen... “Sounds like we have more than Chicago in common.”
He didn’t agree with Bane’s rant against humans. Sure, they were stupid and unreliable, but seemed unfair to blame the infected humans for their actions. They were obviously not in their right minds. But Flint had never really grown attached to his humans, anyway. Every time he had started to settle in to a home, his humans would pass him on to someone else, complaining that he was too loud, too destructive, not good with their kids… And the list went on. He could admit that most of the reasons were his own fault. But frankly, he didn’t care. He would rather live with other dogs than with humans, anyway.
“Since we’re in the same boat, maybe we could stick together for a while. These streets are pretty dangerous to walk alone.” The suggestion came out before Flint had time to really think it through. But here was a dog that was just as lost and alone as he. And the idea of spending even one more day alone on the streets was... Depressing. Flint glanced at Bane’s face, unsure of how the dog would react.
EDIT: ((ooc: Just wanted to let you know that I'm going on a trip so I probably won't have time to roleplay until sometime this weekend c:))
I looked at Flint and thought about his comments. The thought of him relating to me made a tail wag slightly. It felt great to know that someone understood atleast just a little. Istared down at the water and listened to the dog carefully. I still didnt trust him but a part of me warmed up to the thought of us sticking together. I hated this journey alone, trying to locate my sister. "I wouldn't mind us a sticking together for a while." Lets face it, I was lonely. I couldnt stand wandering around this world with no one to talk to. I wanted a friend and against all my experiences with other males, I decided to be mellow. "I dont't trust you, but I won't discourage your friendliness."
Sonia's paws bounced as she made her way along the park. The basque shepherd's shoulders rolled easily with each step as she moved. Her folded ears were pricked, acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come to them. her tail wagged behind her as she trotted along.
The frozen ground stung her pads but she knew that spring would soon be around the corner and she couldn't wait. Flowers, and just beautiful weather all around. The thought brought a smile to her face as she continued along the path.
As she hit one spot, she heard voices. A male and female. She spied a doberman and the male, which looked like some sort of picardy shepherd. He looked similar to her. She cautiously approached them and stopped at a respectable distance incase she might've been interrupting anything.
"H-Hi...I'm sorry to interrupt you," she stammered out anxiously as she glanced from one dog to the other. she only hoped that they weren't pack dogs. They could mean trouble.
Flint chuckled at Bane’s guarded reply. He was not offended that Bane blatantly admitted his mistrust. It was understandable. Flint certainly didn’t trust Bane entirely, either. But Bane was the first dog Flint had come across in this city who seemed to understand and share Flint’s difficulties. And to Flint, it seemed like Bane liked the idea of company, too, even if he did not readily admit it. “Fair enough.” If trust came later, he believed a friendship could be formed. But for now, he was thankful that they had an alliance.
Flint glanced up as he heard someone approaching. Another dog. Heyyy. His ears pricked up. She’s cute. Immediately his demeanor shifted. He flicked his shaggy hair out of his eyes and shot her a striking smile. “Nah, you’re not interrupting anything,” he quickly assured her. “I’m Flint. And who might you be?” His gaze flicked to Bane and back. He hoped the other male wasn’t attracted to the stranger. Competition wasn’t exactly the best start to their delicate pact.