judgement -open

[rook]

He wanted to see the Junkyard, but he did not seem pleased. He turned on his heel and shoved his muzzle into her space. Her lips pulled back in a warning, although they were far to droopy to do much when it came to showing her teeth, it did wrinkle her face up into a rather intimidating show of wrinkles and coldness. Rook did not like others in her face and she made that clear with her warning as well as a raising of her tail, showing that she was more dominant and that he needed to watch it.

His threats were empty, if a human put a bullet in him to kill, he wouldn’t make it to her side before he died. Yet, Rook took them to heart and nodded, “I don’t abandon those in my pack- I fight for them.” She growled before passing him. “Junkyard is this way.” They skirted the city, by the time they arrived at the Junkyard it was already dark, both of them were safe from prying eyes; humans had horrible eye sight- especially at night. There was a fence, a simple six-foot high fence, something she assumed a wolf could scale easily. Rook on the other hand, was not so fortunate and had to squeeze through a hole in the wooden fence. Whether he jumped or followed, she waited until he was through and next to her.

“Go ahead, look around, smell around.” She was blunt, but it got her a long way with most canines. With that blunt statement she moved forward, not sure if he was going to follow her or go his own path around the Junkyard, either way, she wanted to lay down and she knew just the place to do so comfortably- the car section. The mastiff decided that a vehicle that had no doors was her best option and climbed in the back seat, turning to face the way she entered. If he were there, she would address him again. “I’ll be here when you are done. There is a human that sometimes stays at the front; there is a light that comes on when you get close to the building. I’d avoid it. Otherwise, there isn’t anything to bother you. If you manage to get into trouble, just howl or make some noise. I’ll come to you. “Rook wasn’t kidding about finding him, her tone was firm and her gaze was steady. She wasn’t the type to leave anyone behind.




-continuation thread, anyone is now welcome-

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[Chessie]

Price could see the glint in her eyes when he got into her space. Her gave a small smirk to himself. Good he found something to piss her off, he'd use it to his advantage later. Allowing her to lead him to the junkyard, Price took in the scenery around them as they traveled. He made sure to remember and leave his scent in certain areas so he knew he could travel to and fro, not getting lost in the process.

When they arrived, Price slipped in beside her, getting a good look around. Price took her up on her offer and inspected the junk yard, smelling and marking as he did so. Even if they were suppose to share, Price would claim a space where he could escape to with no intrusions. He had to admit, the place wasn't bad. Sure there were places that needed some serious clean up in order to support a pack that would eventually have pups and clumsy beginners. Glass lay broken in certain parts but that too would be disposed of in due time. 

After satisfying his curiosity, Price returned to the female, "I admit, this place isn't half bad. I understand this packs main objective is to cause havoc," He began, turning his head from the dog to once more sweep at the trash mounds and bins, "But what, exactly, are you expecting me to do here? I'll kill if I need to, but I don't hurt others for the sole purpose of fun." With a pack like this, it was sure to attract some looney tunes. 

"You're prepared to have to deal with all the cold-blooded murders and rapists that will want to join?" Like he had said before, he wasn't going to allow her to lead him to his death, "Or is that what you want? Despite what happened today, I still have a conscious, and it tells me that this pack is going to be bat shit crazy." He could get down with it every once in a while, but he didn't want "pack outings" which involved slaying all the poor, unsuspecting mutts that scavenged the city. In the end, their life was not his to take.    

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[rook]

When the wolf came within her sight she watched him inspect things, marking spots here and there, but it didn’t bother her, not if he was considering joining her. She would admit, it was in shambles, it would need to be cleaned up quite a bit, especially if there were going to be young ones running around, but that didn’t bother her, clean up was easy. There were plenty of cars for a family to jump into and find shelter in during storms of all sorts. The Junkyard provided something that the other places didn’t though, junk. Everything a human didn’t want came here, that included blankets, cushions, some rather odd smelling food. Mostly metal and other forms of heavy garbage. There were tires for dogs to haul around and build muscle, there were things to pounce and tackle, to rip to shreds and from what she had seen during the day there was such an abundance it wasn’t likely they would run out.

After his inspection he came up to her and she lifted her head, ears moving forward in interest as he spoke about his concerns and questions. There were quite a few regarding lunatics and crazy dogs that were out for blood for fun. She listened silently, soaking it all in and gathering her response to him. In the beginnings, she wondered the same things, was she ready for that? Truth be told, in the beginning she wasn’t but she had found a way to weed out the mentally insane. He had the main objective all wrong though; havoc was not the main goal it was merely what would happen if the pack were created. She waited silently until he was finished though. He explained his morals to her and the mastiff gave him a kind, wrinkly smile, she liked his values and principles.

“You misunderstand, havoc is inevitable, but the main goal is to acquire the best fighters in the city. To be the strongest pack, the one no one dared to mess with because we are the best. Havoc is the fall out.” She had only answered one question, but she hoped it shed some light on her ideals, her goals. She did not want a bloodthirsty pack of insane dogs and liabilities; she wanted a pack of strong, capable animals. She wanted the best. “I expect little, honestly, when necessary you fight for your pack mates. We are a family and we do not hurt one another, we fight for each other. If one is wronged, we are all wronged.” She paused, staring at him quietly. “My expectations are that you never walk away from a fight presented to you. That you back your family when they ask you to and in return, we will back you up.” Rook did not expect him to fight for fun; she did not fight for fun. Her reasons were much more complex. She felt a need to challenge everyone, to test them, when she fought it was a serious matter.

“I do not expect many mentally unstable recruits, all that join the ranks are to be tested through a mission or a fight. They must prove their worth. Few mentally unstable dogs will win a fight against a logical one.” She gave him a wry smile at this, she knew all too well how impulsive crazy dogs were, and she hadn’t found one capable of beating her. In fact, she had found very few capable of beating her. “Rape is a personal preference, I do not condone it, but past experience has taught me that telling someone not to do something means they will do it all the more. My restriction is that their filthy pleasures be aimed outside the pack, if a member rapes his family, he will be hunted down and killed, a fate all enemies will meet.” Rook would not condone filthy pleasures such as rape, how could she? She was a female and knew it was something that could happen to her- if she weren’t so ugly. Who would want to rape a dog like her? Offspring would be powerful but it wasn’t possible to create an attractive dog out of her bloodlines. “You never said your name?”



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[Chessie]

Price thought over what she said, looking out for each and such. He didn't doubt that the pack would as thick as thieves. He gave her a thoughtful look, as if he was really trying to figure her out. She seemed honest, but one could never know. Hell, he was even prepared to share his past or ever. If she asked for a background, Price was going to make it up, no use reliving painful memories. 

"It's Price." Prince Violent. Although he wanted her to know exactly who he was and why he was above her, he simply didn't. Oakwood, or whatever the humans called it, was a second chance. He'd never have to suffer under the keen eyes of his father. Whom wanted the best and only the best, going to border line insane for it. Letting the thoughts eat at his mind and drift off into some other realm as he had a habit of doing. Price ignored the dog altogether.

Even with this new found pack, he would never escape the past. He was too messed up, too damaged. From a young age, he was molded to be... perfect. In a sense that he was a champion, both in fighting and hunting. His father made sure of it, training for longs hours and never letting them rest until they did it just right. But for so long only being second best, Price could be the best. This new pack could give him the outlet he needed to prove himself not only to him, but to others.

Here he wasn't just a shadow of a much stronger brother, here he wouldn't be punished or scolded for missing up one little movement. 

"I have to say, this pack isn't sounding too bad. Not bad at all." But he was still gazing out yonder, his voice softer and it felt detached from the rest of him. No, he would never tell her or anyone of his past or who he really was. There was no point on looking back when there was so much to look forward to.

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[rook]

He listened quietly, and in the end he did give her his name. Price. Rook nodded in acknowledgment but otherwise stayed silent, there was more for him to say, just as there was more for her to say before their meeting was over. She was an honest dog and she was not going to give him a false sense of security, her protection only lasted so long and it ended when she could no longer fight- just as it did with any dog- herself included. It was a disheartening, but she couldn’t exclude herself from that rule, it wouldn’t be fair.

He spoke again, saying it didn’t sound all that bad, she smiled lightly shifting her weight uncomfortably, and here came the bad part. “Yes, there is one thing though…this pack is for fighters, once you can’t fight- you have to leave the ranks. Myself included.” There was sadness to her voice and a frown drew her lips down. This was not the best part of the deal, but it was small. “I plan on having a safe zone, a separate territory for those no longer able to fight to stay- but aside from the packs scent, it will likely be unprotected.” This was the flaw, the one she hadn’t figured out. Rook couldn’t toss her older members to the streets and leave them to their enemies, but her safe zone was hardly safe- it wasn’t even created yet. Not to mention it would likely be inside the city. Price would not like that.

“Still interested in joining? It’s not a once you're in, you're in for life. You can leave at any time, Price.” Her tone was mild, but her stare told a different story, she expected any that signed up to stay; leaving out of fear was not something she would tolerate.



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[Chessie]

Price continued to listen, this pack had some unorthodox codes and guidelines, although he'd prefer this pack over any other, it had some interesting... rules. Most packs around here would usually keep their elders and sick, nurse them to the best of their abilities. It was respect for their service and what not. But, in the real world, an elder or gravely sick dog could be seen as just a nuisance. Once they'd passed their prime, they were just another mouth to feed. Price didn't really agree with this ideology, but he could understand where others were coming from. 

A separate place for the unable seemed nice, but that would just be a gold mine for scavengers and cowards. They'd come around, peck at the food that otherwise wasn't looked after or defended enough, then they'd come around looking for a cheap fight, with someone they knew wasn't able. It seemed like a waiting room for death himself. 

He assumed she may have a back up plan for such things, and it wasn't written that he would even last that long. He thought over it some more, trying to approach it from different angles, but even with his pessimist attitude, he still liked the sound of it.

"Well, piglet, this doesn't sound like much of a pack. More like a club." It may as well be, right? She certainly didn't follow any traditions, so why should her "pack"? "I will try out your pack. As you said, if I don't like it, I will leave." She made it sound nice, that he wouldn't have to be tied down. He'd look after the pack, sure. Do his duties and what not, but he wasn't about to make a damn oath on his soul for this pack, "Is there going to be anything normal about this pack? As in, what exactly, are the ranks? Alpha, Beta, Omega and everything in between?" He wouldn't be surprised if she decided to run a whole fucking circus of cockamamie canines. 

He observed her further, she was strong, no doubt. Her character was one that demanded respect and submission. He'd give respect, but there was nothing submissive about him, and he'd be damned if he started now. But then again, she looked out for her own and would never let them down. One wrong move, and you were annexed from that circle and possibly, killed for it. Whatever the case may be, he had some faith in her to start this pack without letting it get out of control and overrun by strays that had run into one too many trash cans.
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[PARANOIAC]

"Speech."



The Doberman had been out doing his basic rounds, a quick sweep around the city as he searched around for anything of interest, especially anything that could become dangerous and needed noting. His master asleep in bed, the home locked up with alarms set, he believed that his job as her protector was to gather his bearings around their city, considering that she had already practically bolted herself in for the night. Normally, a walk also gave him a chance to clear his head, and he could let some stresses simply slip away as the night air rolled by and carried them off.



Tonight, however, was very different. His jaw was clamped shut, his head down low as his eyes were dark, and everything about him and his body language practically scream 'I'm angry, don't touch me, I'm out to hurt something.' His mind was still wrapped around an earlier encounter on the wild side, a coyote that had slipped into the town and was causing trouble among the humans. Since then, Harley had become intent on finding some way to keep his master's city safe, safe from any outsider who would dare threaten their peace. But he was only one dog, and one dog could hardly protect an entire city. No, he needed to find others, others who didn't want to share this place with those --



A new scent caught his attention, and he ceased his brooding to raise his head and look around. A canine, but not like any dog he had smelled before, and it shared the scent of the wild that he remembered smelling on that coyote before. A scowl formed, and the black dog lowered his head as he followed the scent, which lead to the Junkyard. Getting over the fence wasn't too difficult for the Doberman, and soon he was searching the vast collection of trashes and treasures, intent on finding out what this strange new thing was before it found his Abigail in the morning.



Harley was surprised to hear voices, and his ears perked as he listened closely, catching the back end of a conversation. Not wanting to get caught watching something he might not be seeing, and noting that there were two very powerful-sounding dogs conversing about a pack, he decided to keep his distance. He skulked about, keeping low, moving slowly so that he made as little noise as possible. Two strange dogs, a male and a female, one being domestic and the other a massive breed he had never seen before. He watched them carefully, trying to pick up on the conversation.



As they spoke of a pack, the assist dog's heart seemed to stop, and his mind began racing ahead. Perhaps if these strangers formed a pack, they might protect this area against those wild outsiders. He would have to wait and watch quietly, hoping that he could approach them and learn about their intentions, that maybe by some slim chance this would be the miracle he was looking for.



((OOC: I hope you don't mind me throwing him in here ^^; if you do, just let me know and I can delete the post.))

[rook]

Price seemed willing enough and he quickly agreed to give her ideals a try. Rook smiled, pleased that the wolf was willing to bow his pride and stay his instincts to try her pack out. She was amused that he observed her gladiator group to be a club- not a pack. He was wrong; she wanted a kingdom, an empire of fighters, something to be feared in the town. The mastiff did not think he would be disappointed with the pack and if he was, so be it. There were always others. She needed supporters to get the pack going, once it was going and the ranks began to fill, things would be better and he would be free to go back to the wild.

When he asked about ranks she nodded. “The Regina- or the advisor, they advise me and act as a diplomat. When I meet other alphas they will accompany me. The Consigliere- or the beta, I’m sure you understand their purpose. There is Proelior, the general- they assign missions and control all below them. The Bellator, a third level fighter, they are the advanced they have proven themselves in fights and are chosen for the dangerous missions. Venator- they are second level fighters, they are given challenging missions. This separates the good from the great. Vigil, beginner fighters, mostly children or dogs who have not proven themselves and finally, Consano, the healers.” The dog paused, cocking her head, not just at him but at a noise. Suddenly alert the mastiff moved from her relaxed seat in the car and stood next to Price. Ears forward, head raised, gaze fierce. Ironically, her gaze did not shift about searching for someone; instead she simply stared, waiting for the dog to move again. “Is that thorough enough for you?” She asked, tilting her head to the side to catch the answer of her new pack mate.



sorry this post sucks guys, Im exhausted but wanted to get my replies up tonight! next will be better! Para, I didn't have Rook sniff out Harley this post, but if he hasn't revealed himself next go around she will

b1a89a

[Chessie]

Price listened intently as she went over the social hierarchy of her pack. He thought over the positions and pondered what rank he would gladly fill. Price didn't want the weight of the world on his shoulders but he didn't want to be some dirt that higher ranks walked all over. She may respect his need for space and independence, but he had enough experience to know that power got to the mind and poisoned it. At the thought, Price suddenly felt sick, overwhelming images of his father and older brother flooding his mind like a tsunami without warning. Drawing in a deep breath, Price turned his back to her, not wanting to display any weakness that may have penetrated his usually stone features. 

"I do like the sound of what you call, Bellator. I don't particularly enjoy being bossed around and I will not cooperate if some bastard gets the idea of having me under control. I will tear a part your precious little doggies if they think they can take me on." Price looked over his shoulder to watch her expression. He sounded like a cocky prick, but he wanted to make this perfectly clear. He wasn't tamed, never would be tamed, not by human or dog, "On the same note, I don't want to be a... 'important' figure in your pack. As I said, I will come and go as I please and I don't want to have the pressure of the entire pack and it's well being." It wasn't that he wasn't dependable, in fact, Price's honor was one of the most important things to him. He simply didn't want to be a pillar on which the pack rested. 

Giving another heave, Price picked up another unfamiliar scent. Perking his ears, Price rose to his feet and looked in the general direction of which he picked up the scent. It was a mix between human and something else he couldn't quite name, "I believe we're being watched." He informed his new comrade, not taking his eyes off where the potential threat lay. Although he knew logically he didn't know this new comer, the scent completely set him off, he'd never smelt it before; but in the back of his mind he thought maybe his brother or father was watching him. Another flock of geese went off in his stomach, giving him the horrible feeling to throw up. He tried to calm the notion, telling himself he was being an idiot, but the threat still was yet to be identified. Until then, Price was thinking the worst.

[PARANOIAC]

"Speech."

Harley's ears perked as he listened in closely. The female spoke of her pack's system, and from the sounds of it, she had built up a very well-organized one. This kept him on the hook with every word; they weren't simply a band of thugs or an inexperienced gang, no, these dogs were sounding more and more like a working, lawful society. This was just what he had been hoping for, and suddenly, his secrecy was payed a little less mind to as he focused more on what the strangers were saying. With healers and fighters that were mapped out by levels, it seemed as though this pack might have been more civilized that even some pets.

The other dog, the stranger looking one, he seemed much more like a wild canine than Harley might have liked. He was still better than that damned coyote, to say the least, but the doberman would be sure to keep an eye on just how many of the wild dogs would be joining this pack. He wanted their help to keep those trouble-makers out of the city, not to bring more in. From there, he could only hope that these outsiders proved better behaved than the last he had seen.

"I believe we're being watched."

The assist dog was dumb-struct for a moment. He had forgotten that these dogs were strays and outsiders - they were hunters and stalkers, they knew when a foreign scent or sound made itself present, and they picked up on a location within seconds. His heart raced, as did his mind, and he looked around quietly as he tried to find a place to hide. The junkyard was full of hiding places, but it was getting to one that was the problem, managing to slip in unnoticed without arousing too much suspicion.

Deciding that running for cover would cause too much ruckus, he simply crouched down and lowered his head, hoping that the two would head off in another direction and give him just enough time to put some safe distance between them and himself. He didn't want trouble, but he had no way of knowing how the other two would react; would they see him as a thread and chase him out, or worse, get into another fight like the one he had been pitted up against the coyote in?? That last one was a real blow to his pride as he realized that his fighting tactics were more for facing humans, not other canines, and were rusty to say the least. He wouldn't stand a chance against these two, especially not since they sounded like fighters.

If they approached, he decided that he would have to take the defensive route, and try to show that he didn't mean any harm.

((Harley thinks he's practically invisible >w< Rook and Price are about to blow that little theory out of the water))