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Pfeil | Male | Doberman half blood | Bravo | 25 | Mentions: Anfall, Orden
Pfeil, tense and alert as ever when around his regiment, jumped a little when Orden ordered him to follow, but did so without a second thought.
He was shivering uncontrollably, even at their steady trot, he was always cold, but something about this day was different... maybe is was Kämpe's presence...
He followed the two females with perked ears; his eyes truly had no use as they were blinded by the constant snow, and this nose was starting to freeze, but he could still catch some scents if needed.
The brown doberman never liked the city in and out of the simulations; it was always so cramped and cold, and though during the time known as summer the days were warm, night was still cold and windy. He was not built for this.
Pfeil followed Orden into the shadow of a building, a little unnerved by Anfall's plan; he just hoped Maze wasn't the dog they would find.
He tried to catch some sort of scent of the Foxtrot regiment but quit after realizing his nose was too numb, the others would have more luck with that; he would stay as backup. |
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Maze | Female | Wolf Husky mix | Foxtrot | 33 | Mentions: Commander Hoffen, Zadolt
Maze glared at the commander, something was off with him; was he frozen? stuck?
She waited, getting more restless with every second Hoffen just stood there; she expected the rest of her regiment was feeling the same.
She sat down for a second before getting up again, then her patience finally snapped.
"Foxtrot, it seems our commander is having difficulties with his programming" it was the most logical explanation, he was old, maybe he was going obsolete; she'd heard of it happening before.
"As no one has any other plans I say we go through with my idea; Zadolt, you're with me" she nodded to the black and tan male, then turned to the others "Two of you go far right; and the rest of you go through the middle, lead them down here and ambush them, howl when you attack and we'll come running" Maze had no idea where this confidence came from, but she was glad it came.
Without waiting for a reply she started trotting to the left; Zadolt was one of the better trained dogs in her regiment, he would hopefully follow her.
Even with her thick wolf and husky coat the snow and wind broke through not long after they set out, though the constant movement helped keep her warm.
Unlike with most dogs the cold didn't stuff or freeze her nose, it heightened it, made it more sensitive to even the smallest scents, and even though she could barely see anything, the shadows of the buildings were enough to guide her.
She didn't know if she was named Maze for a reason, but navigating this maze of a city was as easy as walking, she remembered her lefts and rights and knew exactly where north, east, south and west was; even with the disorienting snow she knew where she was. |
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Zadolt | Male | Australian/German Shepherd mix | Foxtrot | 28 | Mentions: Maze He started slightly as Maze said she was coming with him; he didn't expect her to choose him, of all dogs. Regardless, he followed her through the snow, using his nose rather then his eyes to follow her. The conditions were freezing, of course, and so it made it hard not to shiver with every step, but he forced himself to ignore the cold and focus on the mission. He caught up to her after a minute or two, coming to walk beside her on her right. “So, who do you think we might run into?” He asked quietly after a minute. He knew that she would hope Pfeil didn’t meet them, for they seemed to have a strong relationship. Her personally didn’t have any preferences on who they met; each was a Bravo, friend or not. His eyes looked around them, futilely trying to see through the snow. He noticed nothing unusual with his eyes, but his nose disagreed. He slowed a little, then whispered “Do you smell that?” to her. His voice only betrayed only a small part of his nervousness, but it showed. He swept his head side to side, looking for the dog that went with the smell. |
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Maze | Female | Wolf Husky mix | Foxtrot | 33 | Mentions: Zadolt, Bravo
She wasn't used to talking to other dogs, much less Zadolt, but shook her head at his question "I have no idea, hopfully no one; we want to trap them on the bottom, not be ambushed or attacked out here" she replied.
She continued to walk in silence for a while till Zadolt spoke once more and started sniffing the air, the scent of dog hit her nose, but because of the snow she couldn't figure out who it was.
She noted the slight quiver in his voice, something she could understand, Bravo was a dangerous regiment.
"I smell it" in these circumstances she wished she was a white wolf, her black fur stuck out too much.
Turning to Zadolt she said "Stay alert and stay in the shadows" she ordered and carefully made her way to the closest building.
The snow was darker there; safer for her and Zadolt. (sorry, short) |
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Zadolt | Male | Australian/German Shepherd mix | Foxtrot | 28 | Mentions: Maze He nodded as he followed her, keeping his ears pricked for the sound of paws that wasn't their own. He heard and smelled nothing, though, when they reached the building. He hoped that the Bravo dogs hadn't seen or smelled them, and they were able to pass unnoticed. As soon as he was safely in the shadows, he tried to keep Maze between him and the wall; it wasn't to protect her, it was so he could see any oncoming danger. Besides, if Pfeil was there, she wouldn't want to fight him, most likely. He couldn't tell exactly which dogs, but it was definitly three from Bravo; they most likely were trying to pick the Foxtrot dogs off one by one. After a minute of staying there, he started to untense, thinking that they had passed unnoticed. He couldn't see anything moving so he slowly put his guard down, think they were in the clear. That was his mistake. |
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Orden | Female | Half Blood, Border Collie Cross | Beta (Bravo) | 22 | M: All Orden flicked her observant eyes about her surroundings. Anfall rested, waiting, dark, intelligent eyes unreadable. Pfiel was near as well, shivering. The slightest flash of pity gleamed in her eyes, though only for a second; a moment later, and the emotion had vanished. She tilted her head, cunning eyes wary. She inhaled deeply. Nothing. Anfall, however, scented dogs. She huffed quietly, ears pricked and posture tall, indicating the arrival of the enemy. She communicated wordlessly; it was something that Anfall had always excelled at. Orden undrestood that it had something to do with her wolf blood; something to do with hunts; hunts for prey, not other dogs. But the female could not place the memory. It was foggy, fleeting. Her mind could not narrow in on the thought before it danced away, taunting her. Orden tensed, turning towards the direction that Anfall had indicated. Indeed, a voice meet her ears. Fools; one should know better than to speak. Two black figures grew nearer. Again, unprepared; they should know to remain in the shadows. Then again, that was just how Orden functioned, as well as Anfall; measuring every movement, action, calculating, planning, reacting with the utmost intellect and logic. There were times, Orden supposed, when it was not ideal. That perhaps, some emotion would be in order; but emotion only got dogs killed. The female bit down on her tongue, hard. Focus. The figure grew nearer. The dark pelted female flagged her tail, indicating that this prey was hers. She could take the smaller figure, while the other two could take the larger one. Orden narrowed her eyes, calculating her pounce, the angle, the trajectory, the target. Easy, now. She waited. Waited, then lunged. Lunged silently, swiftly, slamming into who must have been Maze, catching her target off guard. She attempted to kick out the female's legs, then throw all of her weight onto the Foxtrot dog, throwing her to the ground. |
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Commander Hoffen of Foxtrot | #34 | Male | Schnauzer/Wolf cross | M: Maze, Orden (Briefly) Excellent, Thirty-Three. Foxtrot-
For a moment the large, black dog remained frozen, trapped in his body. He had slipped, nearly saying something very un-Cull like. Frozen as the received commands from BETA clashed with those coming from his own brain, he let out an uncharacteristic snarl, low and threatening. Snapping out his trance as the transmitter near his ear flashed, he turned his anger to the female who was speaking.
"Thirty-Three, I shall let you know I don't have difficulties with my programming," he hissed as the pain exploded in his head. With a low growl he addressed the rest of Regiment Foxtrot, or so he thought. The metallic sound of his hind-leg-claws hitting the ground with force. Hoffen was in the middle of the dark city. Alone. Half-lost memories rushed back to him. The night the base he grew up in was raided. The night his family was slaughtered. Snarling like a rabid dog, he whirled around, disoriented. It seemed like an eternity of snarling into the dark for him to come to his senses. Training, they were training. Training, training, training. He needed to find Foxtrot. They were being hunted. What kind of leader was he to abandon his regiment? He heard the faintest sounds of a scuffle, and with unnaturally long strides aided by his mechanical hind legs, he ran in the direction of the sound. |
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Pfeil | Male | Doberman half blood | Bravo | 25 | Mentions: Anfall, Orden, Maze, Zadolt
Pfeil noticed a quick glance from Orden with what looked like pity; he narrowed his eyes and stiffened, stopping his shivering, he didn't need any pity.
After they continued to walk a little it seemed the females noticed something, after watching their signals he noticed the new scents as well, at least however much he could smell from them.
Pfeil followed the orders of Anfall and Orden exactly; blocking out the cold and carefully placing his paws as he prepared to pounce on the larger dog, they were both dark pelted, he hoped that one of them wasn't Maze.
With his target in sight he pounced, his sharp mechanical claws tearing into the dogs frail flesh; though he knew he shouldn't try to wound them, his instincts took over when in a fight.
He pressed his paws against the dogs face, Zadolt he realized, and growled, baring his teeth in a sign of dominance.
He risked looking up at the rest of his regiment and his eyes widened.
Orden had pounced on a familiar figure with black fur and multicolored eyes and pinned her to the ground; Mazes yelp was all he needed to trigger his protective instincts.
Without a second thought the brown male leaped off of Zadolt and tried to tackle Orden, his teeth bared as he snapped at her neck and barreled into the slightly smaller female. |
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Arrow | Female | KILO dog | Terrier cross | #47 | M: Tysta "Training, what training?" Arrow grinned cheekily, trotting along next to the much larger male. "And nope, not all all," she responded, her ears pricked with excitement. With a playful growl and wrinkle of her muzzle, she responded in sharp yips. "Me, die?" Her tightly coiled muscles relaxed as she mirrored the male's bright smile. Falling into stride next to him, she looked up into his dark eyes. "So what's the plan for this 'very secret mission,' Ty?" Her mind raced at the thought of all the things they could be doing. Were they spying, or taking out an enemy target? Maybe they were stealing an important BETA asset. Before the male could answer her question, she dashed around the bend in the tunnel, her ears flopping behind her. "Gotta keep up, Ty!" (Short ;-;) |
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Zadolt | Male | Australian/German Shepherd mix | Foxtrot | 28 | Mentions: Maze, Orden, Anfall and Pfeil He barely registered what had happened before he felt cold, metallic claws digging into him. He ducked down and rolled as he figured out which dog attacked him; It was Pfeil. Suddenly, they leaped off him and in the direction of Maze and Orden. He shook his head quickly to get any blood out of his eyes, the followed right after them, kicking his back legs from beneath him and causing him fall for a second; not long enough to be immobilized, but enough for Zadolt to get in front of him. After he did that, he went and shoved Orden off of Maze, effectively putting himself between the Bravo dogs and her. She had been pinned, so she would be of no help in this fight; it was him and him alone. He bared his fangs and let out a rumbling growl, looking between them. He was mad, and it was visible. Not only had Pfeil disobeyed the instructions about not drawing blood, but he had attempted to gang up on Maze, even knowing that she was already down and probably immobilized. Fury reined in his head, and Maze’s relationship with Pfeil didn’t cross his mind. |
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