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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His white paws were soaked with mud. He'd just traveled through a muddy pen on this old pathetic farm. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that humans would just leave this place. A snort was expelled from his nostrils and he continued to the porch of the farm house. There was an old swing hanging from the porch overhang. The spotted male bounded up the steps and took his place in the swing, setting his head on top of his paws. It wasn't smart, being out in the open and wanting a nap, but he didn't give a crap. His eyes closed slowly and he was soon engulfed by sleep.
She walked as silently as her mud soaked paws would allow. This was her first time in close quarters with anything human or man made since the death of her parents. The black she-wolf had left her home to wander the land for a short time. She came upon this old farm and thought it might be safe enough to look over. Her ears flicked back and forth as she listened for anything that would alert her of danger. Being a young wolf most would think her untrained and stupid but she was none of this. Her dark eyes darting from place to place as she made her way to the farm house.
She had never seen a human home up close or from a distant. As the she-wolf came to the steps of the old farm house she stopped dead in her tracks. There upon the swing was another, her ears went flat against het head yet she made no move to leave or to move forward. Her dark eyes set on the other that had come to this place.
His mind was filled with silly little dreams of the past and what could be of the future. It was peaceful to him, but he knew the world was far from peaceful now. He was thinking of how he could survive long enough to actually enjoy life. If only I could ju.. His eyes shot open and the first thing he seen was a black figure before him. As his eyes focused, he noticed it was a she-wolf. She was completely black from what he could see and smelt like heaven. He'd never been around a female other than his family and enjoyed it. Whiskey's head lifted and peered at the frozen figure. "I'm Whiskey. Who are you?" He asked groggily, the uniquely patterned dogs accent almost hidden within his sleepy lyrics.
The she-wolf hesitated for only a moment, this other didn't seem to be in an aggressive state.
"I'm Lyca nice to meet you." She said keeping her voice even and calm.
The black wolf padded up the stairs of the porch and sat upon her rump across from the other. The scent that came from this other was male. The only males Lyca had been around were her brothers. They were the only family she had left but they were off somewhere and doing who knows what. This male didn't seem to mind her presence but she didn't want to over stay her welcome if he did.
"Sorry that I woke you from your slumber. I've never been near a human's home before and it seemed safe enough to get a closer look." She told him.
Her ears no longer laid flat against her head as she spoke, but her cautious nature made her flick her ears slightly, listening for any sign of danger that might come their way.
A groggy smile came upon his face and he slowly made his way down from his swing. He sat on his haunches and dipped his head in response to Lyca. "Nice to meet you as well, darlin'." His southern drawl rolled of his tongue so easily and he enjoyed the sound of his own voice. "And don't worry about waking me up." He felt a pang of hunger and stood up, drawing his attention to the cracked wooden door of the house.
After a few attempts of getting open the screen door, Whiskey sat in the kitchen of the old human home. "It's not all that bad, kind of neat I think." He trotted along the edge of cabinets, nose going to work at finding the right scent. A stinging smell met his nose and he quickly averted his body to another place. Soon he found himself the door he was looking for.
Cans sat on the floor, all containing food of some sort. It all smelt delicious to him and he wondered how on earth he would get them open..
Lyca moved cautiously into the building after the male. She watched at the now broken screen door as he moved about the building. The male found something that had sparked his interest. Lyca had never seen human food before, the she-wolf took a few cautious steps forward and stopped when she saw the cans. She tilted her head to the side as she looked at the cans.
"What is that?" She asked, hoping that the male didn't think her stupid.
It was not her nature to know things about humans, she spent her time in the forest where she knew she was safe from most humans. The black wolf sat upon her rump as she looked at the cans. Could it be eat'n? That was the question she was asking herself.
A playful smile came across his face and he motioned his head for her to move closer. "Smell the cans. Really smell them, and you'll know." Whiskey's black nose surfed over a few cans, one that caught his attention was a can in brown and white paper. It smelt like meat. Jaws clamped down over the can and he trotted off, laying on a piece of fabric laying on the floor in a large open room. It seemed that they were the only animals to come inside this abandoned area. "Find one that smells good, and get the work. You'll thank me if you can get it open." A deep chuckle passed his lips and soon he was going to work on the thin sides of the aluminum can. Well placed bites quickly proved to be useful. As he gnawed, the smell became stronger and he could almost taste the food through the metal can that gave him a weird taste upon his tongue. The male paused for a moment to look for weak points on the now dented and wet can. The more that his jaws gnawed on the metal, the more his teeth pained him.
Lyca sniffed along the cans until smelled one that had the faint scent of meat. The can was round and the paper was white. The she-wolf picked the can up and moved away from the remaining cans. She laid upon the wood flooring of the old farm house and sat the can up right. She looked the can over before she placed her paw on the top of the can and bit into the top of the can. Her teeth sharp from the many times she and her brothers had hunted large prey. She moved along the top of the can until the tin top finally started get loose enough that a piece lifted and she took hold of the tin top. Her fangs throbbed lightly with pain but she continued through the pain until she pulled the top back enough to see what was inside.
She tilted her head to the side as she looked at the sloppy meat like food inside.
"Is it eatible?" She asked.
She didn't know what it was but smelled like meat to her. Her belly rumbled as she thought about taking her chances with eating this strange meat that humans had put in the can.