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TheBacon
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.::.Rats.::.Private.::.
« Thread started on: Apr 11th, 2007, 12:50am » |
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((RPing Gainell/Gabriel here))
Gainell sat at the end of the dark, dripping alleyway, staring at his feet in disgust. The canine species in general seemed to be very, very stupid, and he couldn't help but hate it. And, yes, there were rats in his alleyway he sat moping in. Large ones. He ignored them however, sliding forward on his paws and laying down to curl up into a ball, his brush tail hiding his pinkish colored nose. He sighed, staring straight ahead. He'd been walking for a day or so now. He was tired. But, worst of all, he couldn't get Gabriel to just shut the f*ck up. He yawned, doing his best to ignore the constant babbling about something really stupid in the back of his head. He managed, somehow, and his eyes fell shut, hoping to fall asleep - that is, of course, until a rat decided it would climb across his back. He was up in a flash, whirling around and snapping the still-clinging rat up in his jaws, resulting in its back being snapped, with lovely faint sound effects. He tossed the dead body to one side and snorted. "F*cking rats..." The Shepherd-like mutt jumped up to the top of what appeared to be a steel table and curled up on that, instead, to save himself from the rodents and small critters on the ground. "F*cking rat-infested city..." He growled under his breath, staring straight ahead gain, this time almost unblinkingly.
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EscapeeStan
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Re: .::.Rats.::.Private.::.
« Reply #1 on: Apr 11th, 2007, 01:23am » |
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:Pertag skulked close to the buildings, darting in and out of alleys, senses straining. He searched for competition, food, watched out for humans. He did not wish to be noticed, had witnessed many a good dog seized by the bipedal apes. Had had his own bad encounters with humans. Granted, there were few in this part of the city so late at night, and those that were huddled in their coats and shuffled quickly to their destinations; warding off the cold, worried about their own predators, perhaps.
:Paused in the mouth of a damp, dirty alley, Pertag shivered; although he was thickly muscled and had a decent layer of fat, his short, dense coat did not completely banish the late-night chill. Hence why he kept moving; no other bodies to warm him up, and no permanent den, meant no-where to stay warm. The burly mix frowned into the shadows, ears drooping back. Companionship- he didn’t quite remember-
:The sharp ka-chak! of a breaking spine, and the coppery, wet smell of blood on the air, and he was alert and shaken from his malaise. His tail straightened out and body stiffened, Pertag stalked deeper into the alley. A grim smile stretched his black lips at the movement- just the right size to be a dog. And since there was a dead rat in the area, that meant food; likely he’d have to fight for it, but Pertag wasn’t too worried. He always won fights, being a big, heavy dog, and this mutt wouldn’t fight too hard for a rat.
:Just the right amount of entertainment for a midnight snack-and-smash, it seemed.
:Tan fur bristling across his shoulders, he strolled closer to the metal table and the dog on top of it. No sounds of eating, though. Pertag cocked his head, confused, but pushed forward, realized that the rat was lying on the ground. Perhaps the mutt- shepherd?- was not hungry, or thought there was something wrong with the rat. Maybe there was poison on it that Pertag had not yet smelled. The dane-mix woofed harshly, posture still aggressive, and glared at the shepherd from several paces away (no reason to be within attacking distance when the other dog had higher ground).
“Are you going to eat that, or is there something wrong with it?”
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