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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Carlton's paws slowly padded along the wooden planks of the docks. The greek shepherd male's ears were pricked, acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come to them. his shoulders and pelvis rolled easily with each step as he walked.
his tail was slightly curled over his back and it softly waved from side to side. This place was quiet. Well hell the whole city was quiet. He carefully padded down a section of stairs that led to the main docks where the boats were tied up. The water gurgled softly against the sides of the boats and wooden pier stakes. he pressed onward and eventually found a good spot.
He went out to the very edge of the pier and planted his rump down on the cold plank. Winter. ugh. When would the spring time be rolling in? He hated the cold weather. he grunted in annoyance as a cold breeze ruffled his fur and forced a shiver down as it rose up his spine. Each time he exhaled, small puffs of steam rose up from his nose and mouth. he stared across the water, which had small slivers of ice in it. he began wondering where his life ended up here...and why?
his mate had left him just before the virus hit and the disasters. she hadn't thought he wanted pups, but he did. grumbling to himself in frustration, Carlton didn't realize he wasn't alone.
A bright white snout poked over the edge of the crate. It waved back and forth, disappeared, then popped back up again, all the while making hungry little snuffing noises.This happened several times before two gray-violet eyes appeared behind the muzzle, followed by twitching whiskers and upright ears swiveling from side to side as if listening for something. There was a sudden movement as the wearer of the features leaped out from the wooden box and landed with such grace and precision that you'd think she'd done it all her life, taken up the profession of crate-jumping and practiced it daily. It was a ridiculous notion, of course, but one that almost seemed likely.
The canine was a female, one with snow-white fur that covered her body completely and long, lean legs that went with her slender figure quite nicely. Her face was narrower than the average dog's, and her muzzle longer, with pointed ears and eyes swirling with the color that resembled the delicate petals of late meadow rues. Oh, no, this was no average breed of street mutt, but a more wild kind. The kind that howled at the moon and ran through forests. The kind that hunted elk and caribou instead of rats and trash. The kind that drank from fresh rivers and streams instead of dirty puddles and toilets.
The kind that crossed oceans in boxes.
She would never set paw in one of those horrible crates again, if she could, but in this case, she had no choice. There could be food leftover in these human boxes. She simply wasn't used to scouring city streets for a bite to eat, and with winter setting in, her and her brother had probably chosen the worst time to travel here. Oh, well, no need to look at it in such a negative light. They still had each other, and as long as they stuck together, everything would be just fine.
The beautiful white wolf was just about to set out to climb in and scavenge in another crate when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted movement. A large gray-and-white dog was sitting on the edge of the pier, gazing out across the waters.
Her first thought: Go say hello.
Her second thought: Run, it could be dangerous.
She and Vince hadn't encountered any dogs here yet, and in her eyes, this one was lonely. So, probably foolishly, she trusted her first instinct and trotted toward the large shepard, claws clicking on the wooden boards softly as she approached from behind him, tail waving in a friendly gesture that she hoped he'd take in the right way when he turned around to greet her.
Ah, assuming he greeted her at all.
"Hello there," she called in a clear, song-like voice. Its accent was different from most voices you'd hear around these parts, clearly identifying her as a foreigner. It was British, of course, but dogs couldn't know anything of regional tendencies across oceans unless they'd originated there themselves. "Are you alright?"
"And I'll keep running into the rain
Heart first
Head second
And I'll keep running, running away
'Cause my heart is my own, and I won't let you take it."
Carlton turned around and spied the white female wolf. She appeared friendly, which on one side was a relief that she wasnt' aggressive. He grunted.
"Hi," he grunted in response as he shifted his weight. "What's a female like you doing out here?Its dangerous out here."
He kept his head turned to look at her. She wasn't from around here so she probably didn't realize the dangers around here in the city. Another cold breeze ruffled his fur in several directions. He looked at her and huffed.
"What's your name miss?" he groused as he returned his eyes onto the water.
How she got here he didn't know. But that was irrelevent at this point. She needed someone to show her the good spots around the city and the knowledge to keep away from the dangerous parts. But he didn't think she'd want an old fart like himself tagging along with her. He waited for her to respond.
For once, she seemed to have judged correctly. He didn't snap at her or raise his hackles, he just looked at her, rumbled a greeting, and returned his gaze to the water after asking her what she was doing out here.
The slender white wolf sat down next to him with a cheerful smile, not really thinking to consider whether he wanted her there or not before doing so. "I was looking for something to eat, actually. I suppose I wouldn't be sniffing around here if I had a choice, but I guess that I'm just not used to having to find my food instead of hunting it myself."
"What's your name, miss?"
Her eyes widened. "Oh, I'm sorry! How rude of me," she apologized, dipping her head. "My name is Cara." Cara raised her head to look at him, taking in his broad shoulders and gray-and-white coat. She couldn't put a name to his breed if she tried. How was she supposed to know anything about dogs when she hadn't ever even met one before? Back at the Isles, she had seen dogs sometimes, straining on their leashes as humans walked them along the trails or alongside the road. Most of them were much smaller and louder than her, but her brother had always told her never to go near them, so she kept her distance. Vince always knew what was best.
"What's yours?" This particular kind of canine she'd seen before, but never dared to speak to. She like the way his voice sounded. It was different from theirs.
"And I'll keep running into the rain
Heart first
Head second
And I'll keep running, running away
'Cause my heart is my own, and I won't let you take it."
Carlton grunted out his name. "Carlton," he said as he glanced at her.
There was a silence before her spoke again. While she wasnt' exactly close to him, he still couldnt' stand a female being out here on her own facing the dangers. it would live in his conscience for a long time and he could've live with that no matter how people perceived him.
True he was cantankerous and boorish most of the time, but underneath all that he did have a soft side...a soft side which was rarely shown.
"I can show you around,' he grunted slowly pulling himself up onto all fours. "You're not from around here are you?" he asked arching an eyebrow at the white wolf named Cara. 'well, in that case I'd best show you around. There are some parts you just dont go into at all. it's very dangerous for a female. is your mate around? perhaps I could show him around as well."
Carlton stretched his body out languidly, letting the front half of him lower into a bow and his rump poised toward the sky. He stretched out one leg at a time before he remained standing, keeping his amber eyes on cara waiting for he to respond.
if her mate was here, he could show him around too, making sure he knew which area's were safe for outsiders, as well as regular city dwellers. his ears lifted as he kept his amber eyes on hers.
Dangerous for females? Cara tilted her head. How so? she wanted to ask, but decided that doing so would be considered rude. In the forest, it was true that females were thought of as the weaker sex, but no wolf treated them like it. It was clear that they could take care of themselves just fine. It seemed to Cara, however, that things were different here. She wasn't particularly bright, or particularly strong, or particularly swift. Was her inability to cope without Vince something she should be worrying about?
The slender British female watched in awe as he rose to his full height. Skies, he was tall. She'd never seen a canine equal to his height, save for her brother. Carlson could easily compare himself to Vince size-wise, but Cara wasn't completely certain which of the two muscular males would win in a contest of that sort.
"Oh, I don't have one," she quickly replied, standing and blinking up at him. She wasn't short, no, but then again, she wasn't particularly tall either. He still stood at least half a head over her. "My brother is with me, though. I mean, not literally here, but..." she paused. "He's, um, looking for food, too." Cara was a bad liar. A very bad liar. Her gray-violet eyes darted to the side, avoiding his gaze, and her ears twitched nervously. She hated lying (as poorly as she did it), but something was telling her not to give away what Vince was really occupying himself with at the moment. It wasn't that she didn't trust Carlson (if she had any sense of caution, she wouldn't, since they'd only just met a couple of minutes ago), but some sense of rationality in the back of her head was telling her that she shouldn't let anyone know, enemy or stranger or other, that her only companion and means of survival was lying bleeding out in a crumbling alleyway while she wandered out alone to find him something to eat.
She swallowed.
"B-But sure, I'd love that!" she said, trying to smile, and wagged her tail gratefully. "It's true that we're not from around here. We sailed across the ocean in boxes," she said cheerfully, only realizing how ridiculous it sounded after it'd left her mouth. Her gray-violet eyes widened. "I-I mean, crates, we hid in crates. On a boat. And the humans. Then the ocean," she stammered, at a loss of describing words to connect her own sentences. Ahh, what am I doing? I sound like such an idiot! She scolded herself, giving up and closing her mouth as she stared up at Carlson, waiting for his response.
"And I'll keep running into the rain
Heart first
Head second
And I'll keep running, running away
'Cause my heart is my own, and I won't let you take it."
Carlton grunted in response. She seemed hesitant to talk about herself which he could understand. They'd just met afterall and he was a perfect stranger. His tail wagged behind him as he moved.
He glanced at her sideways.
"Brother?" he asked curiously as he led Cara to the area where he had gathered food and was a pretty well known spot for hunting et cetera. He turned to Cara.
"Well at least you have your brother," he grunted and didn't elaborate.
Though he wouldn't just open up to anyone, Carlton would take a while to trust someone and once he did, then he'd open up to them. While he particularly didn't mind this female's company, it was a long way before he'd really ever open up completely. It would take that special female to break down those walls he spent the years building up. He was certain it wouldn't happen. No one would want an older dog like him for a mate. No one...let alone have puppies with.
"Where did you come from?" he grunted. "Er, rather what country?" he inquired.
Cara took in her surroundings, intrigued by every little unfamiliar thing.
"Well at least you have your brother."
She turned her head to look at him. She'd never been a very good reader of other canines, so she couldn't tell for sure what kind of emotion his expression and voice carried. Beginning to get the feeling that she'd been looking at him too long, she shifted her violet gaze to the ground, then looked back up at his question. "We came from Britain," she said cheerfully, glancing at him. "It's a wonderful place, really. There are forests, and caribou, and rivers, and it's all just so beautiful... not at all like this place." She quickly added, "Not that this place is bad, but here..." She gazed up at the sky, a look of longing in her eyes, and maybe a little bit of sadness.
"... there aren't any stars," she said, closing her eyes. When she opened them, the sadness was gone and replaced by curiosity. "I think that it's because of all of the lights here. Hmm... maybe in the city, the stars come down from the sky to rest in the city instead, and that's why the street is always full of them, and the sky is empty," she said, blinking down at a broken light bulb. You'd think that, making such a far-fetched statement, she'd be joking, but her eyes were thoughtful as she looked at the shattered glass. Slowly, her tail started to wave back and forth in a half-wag. "Oh... but that sounds stupid, doesn't it?" she said with a sheepish smile, tearing her gaze away from the light bulb. "Anyway, what about you, Carlton? Have you lived here your whole life?"
"And I'll keep running into the rain
Heart first
Head second
And I'll keep running, running away
'Cause my heart is my own, and I won't let you take it."