Population Zero Roleplay 1

As soon as Cambia's exhilarting happiness appeared, it was gone. The sound of snarling drew her attention to a large mastiff who seemed aimlessly mad at the small group. She soon realized, however, that hunger was driving the dog to act as such, as it had with Cambia. With a jump, the doberman landed in front of P.J. She nudged her back slightly, knowing that the smaller dog looked like a fufilling meal to the dog. A doberman, however, was less appetizing and she made sure to show it. Her upper lip wrinkled back to reveal a set of very sharp, threatening teeth. The ferousious growl that emanated from her chest even startled herself, as it sounded wild and angry. Cambia's muscles were tense and bluging, and her hackles were raised as far as they couold go. She was a sight, indeed, but was it enough?

P.J. jerked in surprised as the doberman, whom they had only just met, leapt in front of, nudging her back a bit. P.J. didn't like to be treated as a small dog, even though she was, but she didn't protest. She knew she looked like a meal to thr very intimidating mastiff, but she stood tall as it was, staying only a step behing Cambia as the female took the lead, showing strong dominance and ambition, agressivness and tense muscles. Did she need to be agressive? Perhaps the male could be eased into sanity? But P.J. remained silence, watching them slowly and being careful not to move. One wrong mive and her head could be broken before she could yell for help.
The mastiff snarled viciously as the agressive doberman leapt forward. Right in front of his second meal of the day. To be exact. He snarled again, his large muscles ripping as saliva dripped down to the cement, clearly asking for a fight as his fangs showed yellowy ick on them yet very sharp, pointy daggers.

Cue trotted quietly along, having no problems with finding something to eat. Unfortunately her previous meal got wet, but she had still eaten enough of it to not be starving at the moment. Suddenly, a large mastiff confronted them, having a hungry look in its eyes. She glanced sideways at P.J. and waited to see how the whole thing would play out, and how she could be of use. Cambia stepped up first, which appeared to make Colby realize he should be on the front lines as well, although he looked slightly lost. She gave a small half smile that would have been reassuring had he been looking back at her. Suddenly, as the mastiff started approaching slowly and the two larger dogs in the pack were standing their ground, Cue's eyes lit up. She smiled with the thought that she would actually come in handy. She pranced in a wide circle to the other side of the mastiff, who turned his head to watch her, then dismissed her as no threat. Getting to the other side, she got closer, daring to get within just feet of the monster, and barked. He turned towards Cue, angry now. But by the time the big lumbering beast had turned to see what dare challenge him, she was well out of reach of his jaws. He turned back to his meal, and she repeated her taunting game, this time stepping it up. She got closer, barked louder and gave out small play yips. Several times she maneuvered around his jaws and nipped him on the back.
She looked expectantly back at the pack. I have him distracted, now what guys? Make your move. She continued teasing the predator, getting close, then stepping just out of his reach.

Cambia eyes flicked towards the P.J and Cue, who, with very genius ideas, began taunting and distracting the big, mindless brute. A plus was that now the mastiff's original meal was on the move, which brought his attention completly way from the Great Dane and doberman. Cambia glanced at Colby and gave him a brief wink, a reassurance of the sort. She was greatful he had come to stand beside her, for she knew she didn't have a real chance alone with the big dog. Cambia saw the perfect window of opportunity when the mastiff turned his head away, exposing his thick neck. The doberman lunged and latched onto the hungry animal. Her theeth sank in, but not far enough to kill him. His skin was thick, and the wrinkles around his neck only allowed Cambia to grab mostly skin, and nothing of real substance. With a frustrated growl she bit down further and hung on, hoping that colby would take the chance and finish him off.

Cambia's eyes widened at the sudden ferocity of Colby's attack. The mastiff collapsed soon enough, with Colby scrambling and muttering. The poor, simple, previously innocent soul seemed like a nervous wreck. The doberman barely knew him, or the other two females, but they were kind to her where others were not, so she felt the need to give that kindness back. The doberman trotted over to the Great Dane and butt her head against his large shoulder, all the while muttering kind words like. "It's okay Colby. It had to be done. Now lets leave this place. Come on now." The doberman continued to talk, nudging him with her nose and trying to get the great dog to look away from the horrific scene.

Cue stopped suddenly as Colby and Cambia jumped at the mastiff, requiring a joint effort to take the big lumbering dog down. She stood there, stunned, as the dog lay dead, and Colby standing over him, looking surprised at himself as usual. She shook her head disbelievingly, blinking several times. The Dane's stunned features slowly began to take on a slight hint of pride. She didn't like that, and made it a point to correct him later. She shook her head as he looked towards them, her face lined with relief, but also sadness. She looked in both directions, then trotted off to the clothing store on her left very near where they were standing on the shop-lined street. The door had already been broken through, but the pack had obviously moved on since then, as it seemed empty. She trotted inside quietly, pulling a large T-shirt off the rack and jogging back. She pulled it over the mastiff, only succeeding in covering him partially. She had to pull at the other corners of the shirt for it to full drape over him. She would have preferred to drag him off to an alley somewhere in reverence, but she knew she couldn't drag him by herself, and to have their entire pack attempt to drag him would be a waste of energy. Besides, they were all still running on adrenaline, and Cue's knees were shaking.
Now she joined Cambia in trying to change his direction. "It's not a good thing, Colby. You saved our lives, and you did what was expected of you, but it would be better to look at it as a bad thing. You don't want that to go to your head, and we don't want to make a habit of killing others, do we?" she murmured softly. "Come on now, let's go..." She nudged the side of his head in an attempt to get him to move. "Food, remember? We're hungry." She exchanged glances with the others and hoped they would get a move on.

Cambia nodded in relief as Colby snapped out of his odd, slightly scary daze. She took a few steps forward and pointed her nose. Ahead of them were many streets, but in the very distance, there were trees. Not wild trees, but trees none the less. It was probably of some park. She knew there wouldn't be much food there, and there would likely be many dogs. "We need to go where the trees are. Where the buildings are no more and where the square tins are no longer running around on rock paths." She said, referring to the cars that were so loud.

Cambia cocked her head as P.J told her the name of the useless human contraptions. The way she acted superior, or smarter atleast, didn't settle well with her, and she scowled at the dog once her back was turned. The doberman trotted after P.J., her nose twitching wildly as she scented the air that was already beginning to lose its human smell.

If Cambia replied to her in any way. P.J. ignored it. With a wag of her stubby little tail, the small Aussie took the lead again. It seemed the others liked to chat a log but that wasn't her. She liked adventure! With a wide grin, the red merle hurried forward, trusting that the others were following. If they weren't, it was their loss. It did seem however, that the young female had forgotten that they had just saved her life. Big things never stuck to her that long anyway. She wondered what the other dogs had become of this? Were they feeling the same as the small group they had gathered were? Or did they have different opinions on this strange encounter. As careless and spunky as P.J. was, she felt a lot of grief and sympathy for the small dogs— well, smaller than her, that barely lasted a day.