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Post by sierra on Dec 1, 2012 20:43:05 GMT -5
Once the water washed Cambia's back off somewhat, she nodded to the males, who had remained silent, before trotting away. Her taut skin slid over her extremely visible ribs, and the large gashes on her back still festered. Her muscles, however, had stayed well conditioned, with all of her exploring, and they flexed visibly as she trotted out of the valley. The large doberman's coat glistened, despite the dog's malnourishment, and her bright brown eyes flicked around intelligently. Any dogs that had yet to join a group immediately shied away from her.
Cambia soon happened upon an alleyway with the slight, yet promising smell of blood. It was some type of rodent, by the smell of it. She began trotting forward, raising her hackles, bunching her muscles, and showing her fangs. She was ready to chase off any dog that had just made the kill. As she turned the corner, she encountered not one, but three dogs. A thinly boned Windhound who seemed like she coulld be snapped in half with the swipe off a paw. Another dog, a more thickly built Australian Shepherd. And a very large Great Dane who towered over the other two. She had no intention of attacking them at all, but they could very likely be aggressive, so she let out a menacing growl and kept her fangs bared. She didn't want to seem weak, like prey, if they were aggressive.
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Post by Lucky4 on Dec 2, 2012 16:29:27 GMT -5
A sudden growl startled P.J. and she whirled, fur already bristling and teeth bared, ready to attack, until she realized...A dkberman Pinscher, against her? Not a chance. But, then again...P.J. had friends...Cue and Colby together with her could take down the Doberman. She didn't want to start a fight if she didn't have to, but by the way the dog was acting, a growl, teeth bared, it looked as if she were here to kill. Staying near to Colby and Cue, P.J. definitaly knew the size difference. She probably looked like a meal to that dog. She flicked her mismatched gaze toward Colby, then Cue, and calmly spoke, not wavering since she had thought up a pretty decent plan in case of trouble.
"Greetings." She said to the Doberman, feeling sort of weird being the small little Aussie against this large dog. "We're here in peace. I'd hope you as well...?" She asked, still completely in defense mode, crouched to the ground, ready to spring if need be.
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Post by sierra on Dec 2, 2012 21:02:55 GMT -5
The muscular dog's growl faltered as the dog spoke, and told of peace. But could the doberman be really sure that their intentions would not harm her? She stopped growling but kept her fangs bared, and her hackles were raised to their full height. "I am... as long as you are." She said, her rich voice echoing. The doberman looked at the mangled dead thing behind the windhound, wishing dearly that she could swallow it whole. But her eyes and face stayed blank, portraying not a single inkling of the burning hunger tumbling within her stomach Cambia's gaze settled back on the dogs. Alone, the only dog she would maybe worry about was the Great Dane. But since there were three dogs, the doberman was reluctant to let her guard down.
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Post by Cojo on Dec 3, 2012 20:22:33 GMT -5
Colby spun around at the growl that sounded from the mouth of the alley behind him. A big Doberman stood there, her fangs bared menacingly. Though skeletally thin, she still looked more than capable of tearing the three of them to shreds. Colby hunched his shoulders and flattened his ears, until he saw P.J.'s raised hackles and bared teeth and felt incredibly silly. Here he was, big strong guy that he was, and cowering behind little P.J. He straightened quickly and assumed a more appropriate stance, glancing sidelong at the Aussie to mimic her.
P.J. took on the role of spokesperson for them, basically trying to diffuse the fight before it started. Colby glanced at the Doberman, waiting tensely for her reply. When it came, he breathed a sigh of relief. Possibly too soon, as no one else had relaxed their positions yet. Colby was oblivious to this, however. He sat back on his haunches, and offered the newcomer a tentative smile.
"If we all come in peace, then we're all friends, right?"
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Post by sierra on Dec 3, 2012 20:29:33 GMT -5
Cambia glanced at the only male, a small question sounding in her eyes. What an easy going character her was. Didn't her realize that she could kill him in a second? And friends? Just because there was peace, doesn't always mean friendship is a possibility. But she didn't say this, instead she said, "Possibly." Her hackles lowered slightly, until she glanced back at the two females. Then her hackles raised their full height again.
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Post by Cojo on Dec 4, 2012 17:48:06 GMT -5
Colby's smile faltered, glancing back and forth between the Doberman and P.J. and Cue, just now realizing that none of them had dropped their hackles yet, all still wary.
"Oh," he said. "Ummm, where does that leave us then?"
He was a bit confused. He and P.J. and Cue didn't want a fight, and the Doberman said she didn't want a fight...but that they weren't friends. So what was 'friends' then? He'd thought friends were not-enemies. Enemies fought. So if they weren't fighting, then they were not-enemies. But apparently these dogs thought differently? Well, he could be wrong, he supposed, but if that was the case, then the girls could be facing off like this all day until somebody decided to be friends. It seemed pointless to him, but who knows? Colby settled down to wait.
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Post by Lucky4 on Dec 9, 2012 17:21:34 GMT -5
P.J. rolled her eyes silently at Colby. He was amusing, yes, but she wasn't quite sure that this was the time to be amusing with a...possible threatening Doberman blocking their only escape way. She stepped forward boldly, but felt sort of smaller than she was really, so she took a step back again.
"So are you debating whether or not to kill us? Like should we be... afraid?" She asked seriously, though her wording probably sounded goofy. She glanced at Cue, who had been pretty silent, then back at Colby, who had actually spoken up- which surprised her.
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Post by sierra on Dec 10, 2012 21:08:50 GMT -5
The doberman snorted. "No." she stated and flicked her stub of a tail. Cambia realized that these dogs probably thought she had turned the corner growling, with the intention of meeting, and confronting, three dogs. She just wanted the food that she had smelled. "I just smelled the dead thing. I haven't come to challenge three dogs." The female said, a little quieter.
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Post by Cojo on Dec 13, 2012 20:22:21 GMT -5
Colby cocked his head, glancing at P.J. as she asked the Doberman if she planned on killing them. His brown eyes watched the other female for her reply. Hadn’t she already said she didn’t want to fight them? Seems like fighting and killing were pretty synonymous, but hey. What did he know? He was just the guy. All these females were probably much smarter than him. He smiled, nodding to himself, as the Doberman snorted what she thought of that question. Obviously not her intentions.
The dead thing? What dead…ohhh. Colby wrinkled his nose at Cue’s abandoned squirrel lying in the mud puddle.
“Hmm, well, I’m guessing you’re welcome to it,” he said. “Though it’s really not mine to give. I’m just thinking it looks pretty unappetizing right now. We were just about ready to find some food ourselves though if you wanted to come along,” he offered, forgetting to glance at P.J. and Cue and see if it was even okay to extend the invite.
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Post by sierra on Dec 13, 2012 20:32:47 GMT -5
Cambia glanced at Colby , showing controlled hapiness. Her tail stub wagged but she then she looked at the females. What did they think?
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Post by Icer on Dec 30, 2012 20:53:18 GMT -5
Cue took her spot defensively among the two others as a large female Doberman showed up, looking threatening. After an uncomfortable conversation of how both parties had no mean intentions, and how they all were peaceful, and yet they all stood on edge, waiting for someone else to make a move. As they talked on, Cambia - the Doberman - seemed a little less angry, even wagging her stub of a tail. Cue couldn't help it, she started laughing quietly. Why would the humans ever find a dog with a cut tail appealing? They were strange creatures, before they disappeared. Quickly recovering, she thought to pretend to have been laughing about the dead squirrel. After all, it was pretty disgusting. "If you want it, you can have it, but I doubt you do," she said through a laugh, giving her a friendly smile. She was happy with her save. Anyway, she hadn't been laughing at her tail per se, but that the humans thought to dock a dog's tail. "As far as going with us to find some food, I suppose you'll have to talk to P.J. about that..." she said, her voice trailing off for P.J. to fill in.
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Post by sierra on Dec 30, 2012 21:13:09 GMT -5
Cambia's large body visibly relaxed then, her muscles no longer bulging, but her ribs as present as ever. She suddenly felt very light headed, but tried her hardest to hide the fact amongst the others. She hadn't eaten since her humans had left, which was nearly a week.
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Post by Cojo on Jan 6, 2013 20:20:11 GMT -5
Colby sat up again with a grin as Cue smiled and the Doberman relaxed. He knew the girls would all work it out eventually.
“Okay, cool,” he said. “If everybody’s friends now, can we go get something to eat? I’m still hungry too and those hot dogs P.J. mentioned earlier are sounding pretty good right now. I’m Colby, by the way,” he told the Doberman. “What was your name again?” He couldn’t remember if she’d told them already or not.
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Post by sierra on Jan 6, 2013 20:38:28 GMT -5
With a light hearted chuckle toward the eager Great Dane she spoke. "I am Cambia. I would be willing to help you all hunt and find food. Nice to meet you by the way Colby," She said with a wink.
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Post by Cojo on Jan 8, 2013 19:52:34 GMT -5
"Cambia," Colby echoed with a good-natured grin, his tail beginning to wag. "Nice to meet you too." He leapt to his feet. "Yes. Food. Hunting..." He spun in an eager, aimless circle twice before falling back to his haunches with a lost expression. "Er...which way?" he asked sheepishly, instinctively glancing toward P.J. and Cue for direction.
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Post by Lucky4 on Jan 9, 2013 10:35:20 GMT -5
"I don't care..." P.J.'s little tail wagged slightly at Colby's mention of food. She shrugged, eying both directions, then glanced at Cue. She honestly didn't know if it mattered... She glanced at them all then trotted to the edge of the alley. "I dunno, lets go right." She suggested, then broke into a jog, knowing that her jog was about the best she could do to keep up with the tall, long legged Doberman, Great Dane and Windhound.
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Post by liszle on Jan 9, 2013 12:07:05 GMT -5
She was laid in her keeping cage all alone when it happened, and the greyhound was fast asleep, all alone. No-one to comfort her, no one to stay by her side, no one to protect her, forcing herself to show a tough front.
She was awoken to the many confused barks of the other dogs around her, and upon seeing the many dropped bowls of food around her, she too began barking in confusion, until she stopped, noticing the hole in the back of her cage. Pawing at it repeatedly and for along time, she finally managed to get a hole big enough for her to slip though.
She paused, glancing around, seeing some of her other racing companions were free too. She managed to shot back to the front of the cage as one of the larger dogs appeared. He growled in at her, roughly translating to "watch it punk".
That night, once she thought all the other dog were asleep, she slipped out, black pelt blending in perfectly with the darkness. However, they weren't all asleep. She wasn't sure if it was her white markings gave it away, or that she stepped on something, but, before she knew it, she was being chased out the home by larger dogs, growling fiercely at her.
As she stumbled, she fell over, only to find herself being mauled by these dogs. With a sudden burst, she managed to snap the biggest in her jaws, and run out of there before she was caught again.
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Post by sierra on Jan 12, 2013 23:02:05 GMT -5
Cambia stood then, sensing the need to leave, feeling it running in her blood. Whatever ran within her was ancient, older then the humans who had kept them leashed. Older than the pavement that burned her paws as it soaked up the sun's heat. Older than the glass encased the towering buildings, the swing sets the human pups played on, the aluminum food bowls with delicate, useless lettering covering its surfaces. Whatever she felt then was instinct, one that ran so strong in her then, one that was as old as nature itself. Seemingly like the rules and the ways of nature and how it worked, even. She felt wild, free, excited and scared. With a burst of speed, one of which she wasn't able to completely control, she passed the stocky dog trotting along. Her long legs carried her forward and her tongue lolled out of her maws in a careless style. Cambia stopped at the end of the alleyway, waiting for her pack. Pack. The doberman didn't know what that word meant, but it felt right, it felt natural. Pack.
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Post by Cojo on Jan 13, 2013 16:33:47 GMT -5
The brindle Dane grinned, rocketing readily to his feet as P.J. took charge, choosing a direction for them. He broke into an easy trot, his long legs eating up the distance growing between them as she moved away. He passed Cambia at the mouth of the alley and veered right, slowing his pace as he caught up with the smaller Aussie. Feeling frisky, he sped up suddenly, taking a running jump up onto the hood of an abandoned car. Momentum and another powerful jump carried him over the roof and back down to the ground, where he returned to P.J., Cue, and Cambia, tail wagging and tongue lolling.
"I'd never have been able to do that if my owners were still around," he joked.
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Post by liszle on Jan 15, 2013 12:15:06 GMT -5
Panting heavily, the black greyhound finally made it to the city. She just managed to flop in an alleyway, exhausted. Before she knew it, the greyhound was fast asleep.
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