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Discussion ThreadSign-Ups ThreadCurrent Conditions
Weather: An overcast 13 °C | 55.4 °F with light showers Humans are currently around and partaking in their usual day-to-day life. The water levels are higher than usual, but not enough to cause any severe disruption.  |
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INTRODUCTION In the year 2050, humans and canines alike have shifted to a foreign, strange land where the popular majority are canids. The area is prone to flooding and weather shifts. At first glance, the island seems normal - despite its above average dog population. It is strange, but liveable and functions as a normal society with bustling city life and wildlife, as well as a vast majority of tamed and feral dogs. It seems like the perfect society, only the humans vanish every year for 4-6 months, depending on the floods of the island. The dogs and other animals remain on the island despite the difficult conditions. Strays have adapted to these conditions and as for pets? They have as well, with some of their humans leaving behind automatic feeders for them and such. During this period, dogs tend to leave their homes and wander - hence the relaxed attitude towards strays. No dog has dared to leave the island, though nobody really knows why. It’s just instinctual and can almost be described as an urge to remain there. So common knowledge among the population: the dogs do not leave the island. A specific group may be tracked down, however they mostly reside on the outskirts of the city and range further into the forestry. This group is said to be descendants of the founding dogs, and are easily identifiable by their heterochromic eyes. They are rarely seen in the city and are said to live in a temple somewhere in the woods. These dogs are very knowledgeable on the history of the island and have been there for generations. No one has really sought out these dogs, but there have been many rumors of them being quiet, aggressive or more feral than most - however, rumors can just be rumors. If you strive for answers about the mysterious conditions of the island, seek these dogs out. But beware, they are few and hard to come by. Do you dare seek the truth behind the island?
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RULES
In case you've forgotten them
1: While it is nice to be active, there is no pressure! This is meant to be a fun, casual, and semi-literate roleplay. This roleplay is hosted by Eternity and I. 2: No OP characters/perfect characters! Please take dog breeds into consideration when factoring in stats for your dog. 3: DOG characters only! No wolves or other canines. For the sake of the roleplay, no half-wolves either please! 4: Follow all WP Rules. 5: Slot reserves are welcome, just PM Eternity or I. The slot can be held for up to 48 hours. 6: Two characters MAX per person. Handlers/owners do not count as a character as they will only be a minor part of the roleplay. 7: Stock images are fine for photo references of your characters, just please abide by crediting and posting rules! 8: Please be nice to each other! No godmodding and do not hate the players, only the characters! 9: Eternity and I reserve the right to decline sign up applications. 10: There will be a current event function that depicts the weather or any illnesses going around in order to keep the roleplay from going stale! PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THAT AS IT IS IMPORTANT. 11: Please be descriptive in your sign up form! 12: If signing up as a descendant, please pm Eternity or I for the full lore. Do not share the lore so people can uncover it through the character interactions please! 13: Romance (LGBTQ+ Friendly) and offspring are allowed, but remember these dogs are likely in the midst of flooding! Do not start your character off with puppies. |
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Our Cast Strays:
Strays are often seen wandering around the city in search of leftovers and such. Some wander into the forests to hunt fresh prey, but mostly stick within the depths of the city. - Sequoia (Coy) [#152281]
- Gretta [#301755]
- Silver [#296736]
- Blu [#120917]
- Ashanti [#231901]
- No Quarter [#268157]
- Kieran [#243831]
- Mutt [#251197] Pet:
Pets are often seen around the neighborhoods or community parks, often taking strolls. They almost always return to their residence at the end of the day. - Fahren [#157083]
- Calbex [#152281]
- Taliya [#296736
- Lark [#260267]
- Rhodes [#292863]
- Shiro [#204590] Founding Descendants (4 Max):
Founding Descendants are found in the woods and reside in a temple located deeper into the forestry. They are rarely seen in the deep city, so mostly stick to the outskirts.
- Viyon [#157083]
- Xianthos [#204590] |
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Current Conditions
Weather: An overcast 13°C | 55.4°F with light showers
Humans are currently around and partaking in their usual day-to-day life.
The water levels are higher than usual, but not enough to cause any severe disruption. Fahren | Borzoi | Info | Pet |Mentions:A light misting of rainwater coated the light curls and waves of his charcoal coat, weather on days such as these rarely bothered him as no wind penetrated the layers of fur. Raindrops on his eyelashes were a mild irritation though, and shaking his slender head, he did his best to rid himself of them. Previously muddied paws from the farmlands of the island were soon washed away by the puddles and swell of salt water over concrete. At this current moment, the borzoi wandered along the path that traced the shoreline, just a few metres from deeper water and sand. On most days the beach would be visible, but today was not one of those days. Rich brown eyes scanned the shoreline, it would seem no one else was currently out. A slight huff displayed his boredom, did a little rain really keep everyone indoors?
Viyon | Large mutt | Info | Descendant | Mentions:What was usually a cream and white dog was looking more akin to some kind of mud monster. A not-so-fine coating of mud clung to thick fur and no amount of shaking was making much of a difference. The rain had finally eased to a light drizzle after days of stormy weather and Viyon's usual range had become an absolute swamp - not many places to keep oneself out of the dirt. Grumbling, he found himself beelining for the rivers and streams just short of the city. Sure, he had previously been closer to the beach and the ocean, but salt water did little for his coat during the cold weather. Paws dipping into the ebb and flow of the stream, he watched with slight amusement as the mud swirled and spiralled down into the rushing water, dissipating into the rest of the stream within a matter of seconds. With full confidence in his own strength and swimming ability, he eased himself further into the water, undeniably satisfied as layers of mud worked itself free from his coat. The chocolate-coloured hound was slowly returning to his usual cream and white. With a deep breath, he pushed his head under the water, eyes closed as the river rushed over his ears and the top of his heavy skull. Nothing would ever quite beat how water drowned out the nearby birdsong and the faint hum of the road. |
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Silver | German Shepherd | Mentions: Taliya - Indirect | Silver shudders, he hates the rain. He climbs a bit higher onto the fence. He looks left then right. Why is it raining today of all days? Silver thinks, slightly panicking. He swallows and jumps back down. He starts looking for the other strays. The rain thins. Thank you, Sky Dog. Silver thinks softly. Silver bows his head, licking his paws. He then starts to dash around, trying to go as fast as he can without slipping. He falls and his coat gets splattered with mud. Curses. Silver thinks, and stomps his paw. He shakes off the mud and starts walking to the edge of the gate. He sees a Husky looking dog just accross the street. He growls and curses Dog-Pets. Taliya | Husky | Mentions: Silver - Indirect| Taliya's teeth snap closed. Around a treat. "Good girl-!" Her owner praises. Taliya sighs, and walks outside. She prances around the yard and shows off her collar, it was a new pink one, be-dazzeled with gems, to her neighbors. She spies a Lost-Dog, and struts back inside, not wanting to be infected by his dirtyness. Her owner scoops her up, making sure her muddy paws didn't touch the ground, and starts the bath. Taliya jumps for joy, baths mean a paw-dicure, and a paw-dicure means a grooming session, and a grooming session means a fresh coat. |
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Blu| Coonhound| | Mentions: N/A Blu was in his cardboard box laying down as the light rain softly pitter patter onto of his cardboard box above him but his head was also getting wet just a little bit. "I just love the smell of rain but smelling like a wet dog doesn't really suits me." He said standing up and walks out from his cardboard box that he has been living in ever since he was young, stretching his back and front legs he trotted off to go look for food in the trash cans to see if there is any leftovers that people haven't finished. |
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Mutt | Large Mutt | Info | Mentions: N/A
Mutt's paws twitched as she dreamed, lips curling as soft whimpers left her every couple of seconds. 'Run run run, don't stop running' she thought as she ran from something behind her. Fear laced Mutt's body, her coat feeling drenched and paws heavy as her eyes whipped around wildly, looking for somewhere to go. Mutt was running through a dark street, one light illuminating the road with no sight of an alley or exit anywhere. Suddenly there was a shift, she still felt fear, but not for herself. She was racing towards the shore, a shadow of a person barely visible. 'Caliver-'
The rush of cold water woke Mutt up with a yelp, her fur standing on end as the adrenaline ran through her tensed body. Mutt looked up with narrow blue eyes and saw the branches above her gave way to the rain, soaking her already damp coat. Shaking out her thick coat and nerves, Mutt let out a deep sigh. She looked out towards the farm she was at the edge of, feeling her stomach grumble with the craving for food. She could go into the city and see if the trash has been gone through yet, her muscles sore from sleeping in the drizzle and hard mud. Half her body was slick with mud and debris, the white of her coat no longer noticeable. She started at a brisk lope around the field, back towards the city. |
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No Quarter | Nureongi | Location: The Lighthouse | Mentions: None
You could feel the anger dissolving from the sky that day.
The way the clouds moved aside and came back, and the way the sun looked, the last degrees of its heat dripping between the clouds idlly, and the feeling that the sky was gaining the weight needed to fall upon the city and turn it into scrap metal and chalk dust, and the tinges of the horizon going up in pale fire, that was the way the day felt.
No Quarter walked from the lighthouse with a sandwich in maw and as he walked he was listening to the ocean-provided Seagull Radio as he liked to call it. Small waves and the scrape of his nails against metal flooded over their voices quickly, though, and No Quarter felt a disrespectful audience for the constant seagull choir.
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Shiro | Shiba | Info | Mentions: The gentle tap of rain on the window was soothing for the small canine and kept her in the very comfortable state of being half-asleep yet aware of her surroundings. Her owner would not be home for a while longer, a rare day where Angelina was out exploring the outside world rather than dressing her pets up in luxurious gear. Shiro didn't mind - she was already nestled in her soft bed and couldn't be bothered to move even if she had to share it with her owner's other two cats. Xianthos | BMD x J. Akita | Info | Mentions: Viyon Mud was splattered all over his white paws, but this didn't bother Xianthos, who was more than content to explore any terrain. The rain danced off his thick coat as he continued through the forest. It didn't quite have the usual bustle of natural life, but most animals were happy enough to bask in the gentle sprinkle of rain. Xianthos found both the sight and sounds relaxing, and his trot reflected his thoughts. Absentmindedly, Xianthos wondered where Viyon had gone, though he had a feeling he knew where to find the other descendant. Well, it wasn't as though he had a direction in mind, he supposed. He was taking a languid walk anyway. With that, Xianthos made his way toward the riverside in hopes of finding one of his few companions. |
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Fahren | Borzoi | Info | Pet |Mentions: No Quarter, Silver - Both indirectAh, as if as soon as he'd thought it he had to eat his words. Tracing along the sea wall and the beach, a medium-sized and rather scrawny white dog caught his attention. Was that an Akita..? No, too small. Either way, the distant animal seemed quite absorbed by the gulls down on the beach. Looking down another street to the side of him, he just managed to catch a dog slip and completely wipe themself out in the mud. All attention pulled away from the previous dog, Fahren stood at full attention and tilted his head - what on earth was a dog doing on top of a fence? Clearly curious to see if he'd fall again, the borzoi settled back onto his haunches and wordlessly watched the other dog. Viyon | Large mutt | Info | Descendant | Mentions: XianthosWhat Xianthos would likely find himself in front of was quite the odd sight. The large white canine stood right in the middle of the river, up to his shoulders with his head stuck underwater. Entirely captivated by the stream, he didn't budge one bit. He remained entirely still for what must have been at least another thirty seconds before lifting his head from the torrent of water, blowing droplets out of his nose with a well-timed snort. Still, his attention was undivided, staring down to the pebble and silt below. He would have forced his head back under the water once more, had he not caught the scent of a familiar companion behind him. Lazily, he turned his head to look at the dog behind him. The usually rust, black and white dog was looking less white and more rust-coloured, for sure. With his tail returning to its usual half-curled position, he dipped his head. "Xianthos." He greeted, making no move to remove himself from the water. |
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