The Streets

[Mossberg (now sheba)]

The streets are home to gangs of dogs and humans. Filth covers the streets, With many dark damp alley ways. The size of the city is often under estimated, But in reality it is a large city filled with humans. You may find small mice, Or if your lucky dumpsters. The gangs and small amount of food makes this city a place where fighting is common.

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[Mossberg (now sheba)]

Mossberg looks around, Her large, strong, long legs taking large strides. Her
weight transfers as she walked slowly, Her head leveled with her shoulders as she scanned the area. A bulky
human carrying a silver gun, Around the size of their lower arm following her. Over 10 dogs followed by both of them, All of them were strong breeds of dogs, such as German Shepherds, Doberman Pinschers, Pit bulls, Etc. They all had large black circles of ink somewhere between their left eye, and their right front leg. The closer it was to their right front leg the lower rank they were. Mossberg's was like eyeliner on her left eye, Showing she is the leader, Or "Alpha". She was looked up to, But she was abused by the humans, And other dogs who were looking for her rank. Her short silky fur covered cuts from the humans, and claw marks from the dogs. All over her face the cuts were seen, Mostly around her black muzzle, Or bright blue eyes. She starts to move faster, Her head down to block the wind. Her lion like fur on her neck, Armpits, And front of her front legs pressed back from the wind. One of the dogs attack her, This dog having the black spot in the center of his chest. She snarls, Jumping at the dog in a threatening way as she lets out a loud deep bark, Her spit flying from the single power filled bark. She grabs the dogs neck without even shutting her mouth after the bark, Chomping down until she hears a snap, Bending her front legs to a bow, With her hind legs straight up. Her head resting on her own paw, The other paw moved back more to look elegant. The other dog follows her head, Rolling to its side. She did this in one, fast, swift move. The dog feel with a thud, Rolling to its back, Whining as Mossberg Puts her paw on the dogs chest, Turning and taking large swift steps away. All of the movements took a mere 10, or 20 seconds. Each movement of hers was graceful, and unexpected, Where the other dog was moving oddly due to being thrown down. The dog, However, Did get up. The leader praises her, Giving her a pat on the head as she snarls, Turning to the human as he pulls out a gun. She puts one leg our straight, The elbow hitting the ground, The rest going straight up. The other front leg was bent, But as straight as possible, With her hind legs perfectly straight as she bows, Showing she regretted her actions to the human. She keeps moving, The human close behind, With the other 10 dogs, And the now injured one.

[Malevolent]

Malevolent was only afew canines away from Mossberg, making the eyeliner closer to her left eye than most behind her. She had recently witnessed a fight between Mossberg and others, but really wasn't surprised, as that was common around this area. Malevolent wondered When is our next meal.. she always kept to herself, never complaining. As life was rough out here.

[Sebastian]

A weak breeze whirring in the polluted atmosphere did nothing to relieve the stifling midsummer heat, however the shadows of the compact buildings offering some refuge from the blazing sun. As usual, the main street passages bustled with excessive activity and the boisterous vocalizations of a canine gang assaulted the sensitive ears of a vagrant Loner; the canine wasn't familiar with these groups of dogs, but he knew their reputation with fighting and wasn't interested in interfering. The Beauceron navigated the damp alleyway networks in a languorous trot with his broad head hovering slightly above his withers, cropped ears swiveling slightly and dark clementine eyes flicking around the cool dimness.

[Malevolent]

Malevolent lifted her head up, her nostrils flaring as she took in the scent of a loner. She paused, looking around cautiously, but went back to her spot. Malevolent kept her ears pricked, as they swivel towards the sound. If only we could walk on our own.. she thought, the injured dog slowed most of us down.

[Sebastian]

The tapping of unruly claws upon the cracked asphalt announced the leisurely approach of the stalwart canine; he discovered himself framed within the alley between two concrete buildings, his predominantly black coat decreasing his visibility. The Streets stretched ahead of him and his zealous eyes ensnared the gang of dogs ambling down the littered avenue. Sebastian emerged warily and loitered for several minutes, gingerly observing the group and their obvious hierarchy via their positions, his attentive ears swiveling with lowkey curiosity. He wasn't interested in fighting with them, but he wouldn't hesitate to defend himself; his large build and markedly potent bite was an advantage for him, but he was smart enough not to challenge more canines than he could handle.

[Malevolent]

Malevolent stared at the canine ahead, her receptors perked up and her muscles tensing. Who does he think he is.. she thought, popping out of the group and lowering her cranium, showing off pairs of lethal fangs. "Who goes there?" Was her first question, but tried to stay in her place, as there was a mucher more bigger, stronger dog up front.

[Sebastian]

The ambivalent display a female Doberman presented didn't discourage the Loner; his upper lip quivered minimally with false antagonistic intentions, but it lacked the intensity of a challenge. Sebastian convulsed his body vigorously and shook out the thin hackles of his summer coat, then lifted his head to a higher frame that ebbs confidence; he seemed unphased by her threatening grimace. "Une fille avec l'attitude..." He murmured in fluent, clipped French and added charmingly, "Greetings, mon cher."

[Malevolent]

"Un gars stupide," Malevolent said cooly, sitting down as she felt no need for aggression at this point. "Salutations, loner." Malevolent greeted, her muscles still tense while glaring at the other canine, checking him out.

[Sebastian]

His surgically cropped earlobes quirked with interest.
"My, my... That's not very nice, mon amour."
He let out a teasing, indignant huff toward the Doberman, whose response in French tongue admittedly surprised him. He reciprocated her somewhat relaxed state and reclined onto his haunches casually, remaining meticulously beneath the shadow of the adjacent buildings to escape the calcining sunlight."Do you have a name?"
Sebastian quipped, his vibrant accent still prevailing on his vocals.

[Malevolent]

Malevolent's dark amber eyes glow slightly as the building's shadow came over her. "Malevolent, my name is Malevolent." She replied, the words slipping off her tongue quickly. "What's yours?" She asked right after, trying to build up trust with the loner.

[Sebastian]

"Sebastian," the Loner introduced with abrupt, unceremonious closure and continued with a purr,

"It's a pleasure."

He sensed Malevolent's interest to form a mutual allegiance, of sorts, and cooperated with her. Not that he would've objected otherwise. Of course, he hadn't forgotten about the gang of canines midst the proximity and regarded them neutrally, "Your friends?" He questioned, his tone declined to something more resolute.

[Malevolent]

Malevolent looked back, they were rather far away though, as she strayed from the group. "Don't know, we'll see what Mossberg says." She replied sitting up slowly and walking back, motioning him go follow also.

[Sebastian]

The canine inclined his regal muzzle toward the distant gang, his head adopting the slightest angle to ebb confusion.

"They aren't your friends?"

He inquired lowly, but yielded to the Doberman's gesture and sailed forward in a fluid, refined canter, his double suspension gait producing a sophisticated saunter, to neighbor Malevolent's flank. He wasn't completely certain how the others would react to him tagging along, but he would handle that situation when it unfolded.

[Malevolent]

Malevolent's pads scrapped across the concrete, causing the delicate skin to rip off, but it happened daily, so it never bothered her. As both canines approached the gang, the dogs upfront were clearly larger, more bulkier in size, but that didn't intimidate her, as she was higher in status for a reason. "Mossberg if the one infront of the human.." She quietly whispered to her new companion, Sebastian.

[Mossberg (now sheba)]

Mossberg trots in back of the group, Stopping as she looks around after hearing whispering. She slowly step closer, The other dogs stopping as they watched. She snarled at the darker dog, Looking at the doberman, Knowing she had brought him. She Turns to the doberman, Snarling as she slowly moves closer. Her lip raises, Showing oddly sharp teeth and strong jaws. She Circles the stranger, Her head leveled with her shoulders as she growls again at the doberman. She simply trots ahead of the group again, Back to her normal spot as she keeps her teeth bared, Not approving of the dobermans actions, But accepting the other dog. She keeps her head low, Teeth still bared as she looks around. It was somewhat a tradition to welcome new people by giving them a mouse, To show them they are welcomed. She suddenly bursts off, Almost instantly going full speed. Seeing the mouse almost go under a hole, she runs faster, Putting a paw on its back, Crushing the small mouse under her paw. She picks it up, Dropping it in front of the new comer, and sitting. She knew eventually she would have to test their strength, As for that is how we gave someone their rank. There were over 50 dogs in the large gang, Each split up in 10's. He would belong to this group, Of higher rank dogs clearly. She pins her ears back into her lion like mane, Nipping the dobermans neck just hard enough to draw blood as a warning before moving back up front.

[Malevolent]

Malevolent lowered her head to the ground, doing the same with her pricked ears, she trotted back to the center of the gang, as she was a combattant, meaning fighter. Malevolent let the tiny wound on her neck heal up its self, as she has received countless nibbles on her neck. Stupid kindness.. she thought in her mind, putting her head and ears back up to listen to the slightest movement. The sound of cars and people talking were the only thing to hear, so strays were hard to find by scent, or hearing.

[Sebastian]

The bulk of the French shepherd's shoulders visibly tensed beneath his impenetrable ruff when the Buhtia female noticed his tag-along addition near the posterior of the gang. His vibrant chestnut eyes narrowed beneath the slight ditch of his circular squirrel-red brows, moreso calculating her movement for potential harm rather than a passive aggressive glare. Sebastian observed the Lead Dog examine him and orbit him in sharklike circles, angular earlobes pressing against his head. When the sheepdog dashed off and returned impressively quick with a mouse to offer, the Loner accepted their tradition of welcome and pistoned his head in a slow dip, a respectful gesture. He took the crushed rodent into his broad jaws and chomped several times, before swallowing it whole and becoming rigid when the kaliedoscopic-brown dog clipped Malevolent's neck in warning and returned to her position ahead of them.

[Kita]

Kept penned up at a park that was too overcrowded, Kita begged to be released. She despised humans, and who could possibly blame her? She tried to pace around, but all she did was run into others, which only seemed to stress her out. She sighed softly and stood, chest pressed against the pen walls. She raised her cranium, forcing her gaze upwards. 'How did I end up here?' She thought back and again, like the times before, could only remember this place. They owners were trying to sell her off, well her and the others, but there was no hope for her. She turned her head the left, her banner hanging limply. 'These dogs... poor thing. They have the same faith as I do. ' After thinking such thoughts, a canine ran into her. "Watch were your going!" She snapped, only to find a much smaller canine, possibly a shit zu, walking in circles. She shook her head and sighed again.

[Mossberg (now sheba)]

Mossberg looks around, Knowing she was possibly in the top 5 agile dogs, And the strongest. She barks, Running in one direction. A few of the dogs follow as she turns to the other direction, Running full speed for the woods. Her back legs were all the way back when her front legs were all the way up, And they almost smacked each other when they came in. When her paws did touch the ground, It was for milliseconds, As for she was planning her get away for quite a while, And she was very excited to finally have the chance to run. Her tongue rolls out of her mouth as she slowly starts to slow down, Trying to gain momentum she pushes herself to go faster. She knew of a alley way with a tall fence, Maybe 7 feet. She would jump over that, By running up it. She would be able to do this because it was a chain link fence, So she could get her paws in the cracks. As she comes up to the alley way she puts her head level with her shoulders, Able to get up the fence with effort. As she gets to the top, She loses her grip, Falling the 7 feet to the ground, Landing on her back with a ear piercing yelp. She lays on the ground, Paralyzed. When she fell, Her spine had almost bounced, Like a bouncy ball off  the concrete below. She was still alive, As for her stomach was moving, But her breathing was heavy, And she was still in shock, Not able to move.

[Sebastian]

Sebastian accelerated into a brisk lope respectfully behind the throng of canines, his well-conditioned body bouncing in fluctuation and muscles rippling beneath his classic coat, a steady pit-pat emanating from the pavement. His limbs adopted a quicker pace, coordinating themselves to perform enthused, lengthy strides; he was fully capable of matching the gang's swift pace with general ease. The Loner's clementine eyes studied their approach to a chainlink partition and adjusted his gait accordingly, but he witnessed the Buhtia's loss of footing when climbing the fence. Before he could react, she had already smacked against the concrete. For a long minute, every canine was absolutely paralyzed in worried awe, until he trotted toward the Himalayan sheepdog's wipeout and declined his cranium toward her, inspecting her and nudging her withers to reel her back from her trauma.

[Echo]

Echo padded down the streets, Bear keeping easy pace with his runty sister. Echo pricked her ears, hearing a yelp, What was that? She thought to herself, she could see the same thoughts flicker across Bear's face, and she decided to follow the sound, her audits perked high to listen. She trotted toward where the yelp had come from, cautious. She found two other dogs, one lying on the ground, an obvious look of surprise plastered on her stranger's face, a look that Echo shared. The other dog was a male, he was trying to nudge the injured dog to her feet. The female Russian sheep dog sat down by the other dog, a look of worry crossing her rounded features. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice thick with her Russian accent.

[Mossberg (now sheba)]

Mossberg's ears spike back, Nothing else moving aside from her twitching. Her eyes rested as she flailed to try and get up, Her jaws gritting as she tried not to yelp. Failing to get up, She tries to push herself back, Doing so, The concrete scrapes up her side a bit. It wasn't bad, But she wanted away from any dog or human, As for she was injured, And didn't want to be hurt more. She was not trusting at all, Though she was trust worthy to not attack even if she could. If she wanted to attack, She would give warnings. This time was different. She bites the dog trying to nudge her up, Yelping as she had to move her spine slightly to do this. The fur on her back spikes, As she goes defensive, Snarling and barking at the rest. The snarls and barks were quite, As she was still some what paralyzed with fear. She flails around the most she can, Trying to get back on her feet as she continues her deep growls. She calms herself, freezing as she relaxes her muscles, Still breathing very heavily in pain, and fear. She shuts her eyes, Hoping it would calm her more.

[Echo]

Echo took a surprised step back, although she quickly returned to the dog's side, determined to help her, even if it put her life in danger. "Hey, hey, hey, It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." Echo soothed gently, she gave Bear a sideways glance, warning him not to step forward. Echo was very skilled in her work, she gently attempted to soothe the other sheep dog into not flailing. "Look, if you don't stop flailing, I can't help you. I don.'t want you to permanently injure your spine. that would not be good." Echo looked the other dog in the eyes, "I'm Echo." she told her, trying to soothe her more.

[Sebastian]

The sheepdog's edgy vibes induced obvious tension within the atmosphere, but Sebastian wasn't threatened; yet, before he was capable of providing the injured Lead Dog with breathing space, he received a brief, very sharp bite. Sebastian's lips receded against his gums to brandish his incisors perilously at the panicking canine, a sonorous growl pouring in baritone from his throat in warning. He wasn't pleased when his assistance was rewarded with a nasty nip.

"Calm down! Flailing like that is only going to worsen your condition,"

he advised with embers of annoyance burning in his voice. Sebastian pitched his large cranium marginally to snarl authoritatively toward the gang to fall back, cropped earlobes furrowed to his temples solemnly; she required a wide berth to calm her shot nerves.

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