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Gypsy .. the l o n e traveller

♦ the salty waters below crashed against the legs of the dock, trying to spill onto it but not quite making it. Two biege paws hung over the edge of the dock, with her muzzle resting lightly on her paws. Ocassionally she would be sprayed with salty water, but it didn't bother her too much. The shepherd mix parted her jaws slightly as she drew in the fresh air, watching the ocean and its cascading waters. Gypsy decided at that moment, if she ever wanted to settle down, it'd be by the ocean. She loved the salty air, and the atmosphere the place could hold. Each morning she'd wake up to that beautiful sight, and each evening she'd go to sleep to the same sight. Ah, the thought was so tempting to her, but she knew she shouldn't fill her head with such nonsense. There was no time to sit back and relax - she had to keep moving.

♦ groaning, she heaved herself to her paws, her white plume of a tail swishing from side to side. North, east, south, west... looks like south to me. She didn't have much choice, as the only way she could get off the dock and back onto the streets was infact south. That's where she would have gone, if the sharp scent of food hadn't side tracked her. Her pink tongue escaped her mouth, swiping around her muzzle with anticipation. If she hadn't been so intent on the sharp scent, she would have noticed the other scent lingering, the scent of the ruthgo pack. Honestly Gypsy had no idea she was intruding on the packs territory, but she didn't really care. She was no lapdog out on 'walkies' who had to watch out for the big bad dogs, she was Gypsy, and she wasn't going to roll over and submit to some dogs who thought they were the king of the world.

♦ the collie mix pitterpattered down the wooden planks, pinpointing the scent. She came to a halt by the edge of the dock, her auburn eyes stretching wide with awe. Right in front of her paws were three fish, or it looked like three, but it was hard to tell because they were somewhat mangled. But Gypsy could care less about who caught them and how, she simply barked the first thing that came into her head, her tail wagging from side to side. "Finders keepers!

[/color]" She exclaimed to herself, her soft coat swishing as she lowered her lean body to the ground. Her teeth sunk into the first fish with no hesitation, gulping down quick mouthfuls as she became suddenly desperate to fill her hollow belly. Nomally avoiding the seafood sort, she didn't realize how satisfying fish was until now, but then again her starvation could make the dirt taste fulfilling.

♦ Once the first fish was demolished, she stopped eating entirely. In the back of her mind she knew this wasn't her food, but another thought over-ruled that one - It was a dog eat dog world. Take everything you can get, give nothing back. After the little debate in her mind, she began to gnaw on the second fish, but this time she didn't just devour it whole. It was more wise to save some for her travels, but she knew if she took too long to eat her fill, another dog would come sniffing around, wanting a sare. Gypsy would pity that dog, because it would find out just the little spitfire this female could be.

Company; open to anyone ^^
Muse; no' bad at all
Notes; mah homegal gypsy <3
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You know, I much prefer the pier to the hospital; a dog belongs outdoors, not hidden within the structures of lazy man. I shook myself to get the dew out of my fur; let Autumn have his hospital; the pier is mine. Of course, sadly, it's not mine. I'm not the alpha. Everything and everyone belongs to Autumn. Myself included. I won't complain though; beta is better than pack dog; I'm the third most authoritive dog in the pack; second, right now, 'cause that lanky spotted bastard doesn't have a lead bitch. But I swallow the bitter taste of what I view as failure, and I move on, taking what's given and not whining. Because whining is for the weak, and I'm anything but weak. I am practically a god; the God of Fear.

I trotted across a grassy park towards the harbor, my jaws open and my pinkish tongue laid out across my sharp teeth. Like a red carpet into my belly. I could already smell the sweet salt air, taste it even; it sat heavily on my tongue. As the pier came into view, I hastened from a trot into an easy lope, and as my clawed feet clattered onto the soft wood, I came to a stop. I hadn't noticed until I was right there, but there was a she-dog on my dock. She was smaller than I, and clearly not of the ruthgo pack; I loosed a deep growl from my throat to alert her not only of my presence, but also of my displeasure. I pricked my ears and bared my teeth before advancing on her in a very leisurely fashion; I didn't want her to attack or run; not yet; but I wanted her to know who was boss. I didn't get close enough for her to attack easily, but I got close enough to hopefully intimidate her.

"I am Thirteen, the Ruthgo Beta. Who are you, and what makes you think you can hunt fish on our turf?" I peered disgustedly at the fish she had caught; one half eaten. It was bad enough when strays wandered in uninvited; at least we could often persuade them to join the pack; but stealing our food? I was certain that called for harsh punishment, and I'd be delighted to inflict it. She was laying on the ground, and I remained standing, causing my shadow to fall across her back. My ebony eyes looked straight at her, holding a carefully trained lack of emotion; I learned young that my eyes frightened others, and if I kept any sort of canine emotion from them, they looked purely demonic.

I was a little disappointed with this turn of events; I had been looking forward to peace and quiet, with only the sea to talk to. However, I was willing to forfeit my solitude in favor of tormenting some poor lost soul; perhaps I could even coerce her into joining the pack. I circled around her, my cold, dark eyes never leaving her face; she was actually rather pretty, with her half-floppy ears. I hoped she had at least some intelligence, or I'd be forced to kill her; stupidity is a weakness, and weakness is intolerable. Survival of the Fittest, I say.


s t a t u s // complete
w o r d c o u n t // 543
t a g // Gypsy
n o t e s // I'm not so happy with the beginning of this post, but I'm still getting the feel of him.

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♦ auburn eyes fixed on the ocean once more, before flickering to the sky. She squinted at the burned colours of above, mixtures of copper, bronze, and rust. She was trying to imagine the sky as a burst of bright blue, with wisps of white clouds scattered across, but her imagination was in sepia, just as the sky was. It was hard to believe that the sky was ever blue, but she wouldn't know, she wasn't living fifty years ago before the human race was practically destroyed, but no sympathy went out for them; after all, they brought it on themself. It was time for the world to have a new race to rule, and the most likely contender was the canine race.

♦ the collie mix found herself so lost in the past, and what would happen in the future, she didn't notice a new scent lingering in the air, and how it proceeded to get stronger. Gypsy's russet gaze fell down to the half-eaten meal by her paws. She lowered her maw and ripped off a small chunk of meat, rolling it around her mouth, sampling the tangy flavour. After forcing the morsel down her throat, she pushed the food away slightly with her paw. Now her stomach was content, the taste of fish was getting a bit too sickly; but food is food and you can't be picky with the scarce selection.

♦ before she could take her next bite, her acoustics picked up a deep growl behind her, and Gypsy could sense the displeasure in his tone. Ears flattening, she turned her body around so she could set her eyes on the dog that didn't seem fond of her company. At first she'd thought she'd set eyes on a german shepherd on warpath, but his fur was surprisingly solid white, and he looked a bit larger than the usual german shepherd she'd encountered. He was approaching in relaxed way, but Gypsy noticed his teeth were on show, and he wasn't a dog to be messed with.

♦ she listened to him intently when he spoke, her ears perked towards him. She was listening for his tone mainly, anything that would give her reason to assume he was about to attack, but she couldn't pick up any emotion. As he finished, she pushed herself up slightly to reply, though his shadow still casted across her. She lifted her gaze, trying to hold it to his. It was discomforting for her though, because when she saw his dark eyes, she couldn't see an emotion of any sort. But instead of squirming under his dark eyes, she remained to gaze steadily at him, though her own auburn orbs held slight caution.

♦ "Gypsy, the traveller.

[/color]" A wry smile formed on her lips as she introduced herself. "The thing is, I didn't know this turf was anyones in particular. And I didn't catch it, I found it. Dog's gotta eat, right?[/color]" Her expression seemed completely innocent, almost playful, but her plans were opposite. If this dog was going to attack, she was going to be ready. There was a little distance between them, though now he was circling her it'd be harder to work it to her advantage. Because of his size, she wouldn't last in a battle based on strength, so she'd have to rely on speed. Her muscles flexed under her beige fur, tensing up in case she had to prepare to dodge. Her eyes locked onto him everytime he passed her in his circling, keeping the slight smile on her face. It was easier to pretend that she didn't have a bad bone in her body than let the other dog know she was capable of holding her own, because if push came to shove, she'd have the element of surprise.

Company; thirteen
Muse; goodgood
Notes; not a great post, but eh xP
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I grinned like a starving wolf as she forced her warm amber eyes to lock onto my ebony pits; she was brave, she was, and I was impressed. However, I could also see the wariness, the nervousness, of her stare; she wasn't immune to my haunting gaze, just strong enough to face it; I was even more impressed. She was small, and I could tell that killing her would be easy, but I didn't want her dead; I wanted to play with her. I continued to circle her, getting slightly closer with every rotation; I let my jaw hang open and my tongue loll out, panting, to display both my teeth, and my very calm demeanor. I've spent my life studying the intricacies of frightening others; be they human, dog, or otherwise. I've found that when a dog is faced with an enemy full of relaxed confidence, rather than blind fury, it's much more intimidating. I like intimidating.

"Gypsy the traveler? What a cute name," I purred, perking my ears up and smiling at her. Then I lunged, planting my front paws firmly in front of her, and getting my face in close. If she dared bite, I'd sit on her, and pull her head off. "The edges of the territory are marked in scent, little girl, so only a fool wouldn't notice they were trespassing." I pulled away, sitting back on my haunches. Now that we were both sitting, it was easier to tell the height difference between us; I practically loomed over her. I lifted my back leg to scratch behind my left ear, and when I put it down, I shook myself out. She was a clever dog, I could tell; and brave; the fact that she wasn't begging for mercy proved that. I love

[/b] brave. I decided to tone down the intimidation and work on charming her into the ruthgo pack; if it didn't work, I'd chase her away.

"I can't really fault you for the fish. If you didn't catch it, I suppose I can't really punish you; and if a dog in this pack is foolish enough to leave food about, I think he deserves to starve." Speak of the devil; the words were just out of my mouth when a lesser pack member bounded onto the pier, teeth bared angrily. I twisted my body to look at him, and he stopped dead. I opened my jaws and snarled at him, and with a whine, he dashed off. I would have to discuss with Autumn the downfalls of allowing such weak-hearted trash into the pack. I turned back to my guest, grumbling about cowards and idiots under my breath. I fixed my gaze back on her.

"Now, Gypsy the traveler. Have you ever considered... not travelling?" My words were sweet, polite, and welcoming; I doubted it would fool her, but I couldn't see her agreeing with me if I used my regular, snarling tone.
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s t a t u s // complete
w o r d c o u n t // 490
t a g // Gypsy
n o t e s // sorry for the wait. ^^
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♦ the silence dragged on as Gypsy continued to follow the dog with her eyes, hardly blinking. Never did she loosen her taut muscles, as she was unsure if this larger dog had intentions of attacking. She noticed his circling was closing in on her, and vaguely she felt like she was in the middle of the ocean, with not a dog but a shark that was getting closer all the time, just waiting for the right moment to strike. Her cranium lowered slightly, despising her camparison instantly. She hated nothing more than being the prey to the hunter.

♦ Gypsy the traveller? What a cute name. She opened her jaws to reply to that, but was caught off-guard when he lunged, her muscles rigid. She was sure this was the moment she was preparing for, to fight back. Her ears went back against her head as he began speaking again, and she figured now that he was probably just trying to scare her. "Hunger makes fools of us all.

[/color]" Her response came after a moment of silence as she observed him shifting back onto his haunches. Now she distinguished the proper height difference, she felt inferior to this dog. And although she was, it was not a feeling she relished, so she sat up straight, arching her neck up to try and gain a bit more height. It made little difference, but she felt a bit better in herself.

♦ "I couldn't agree more.[/color]" She said with a slight chirp, feeling a bit more at ease that the food she'd gained wasn't about to cost her, though her stance remained tense. She didn't want to feel completely relaxed and then be taken by surprise; this dog was unpredictable. Casting a glimpse past Thirteen's large white frame, she saw another stray bound onto the pier, looking ready to rip something apart. But when she saw Thirteen turned to face the other dog, its expression and posture was a 'deer in the headlights' one, then fleeing after the dominant male released a snarl at it. Either Thirteen had the reputation she doubted at first, or that dog was just a coward. Gypsy stuck with the first idea.

♦ "Not travelling? Now that you mention it...[/color]" She trailed off and tipped her head to one side, letting thoughtful expression mask her features, before an innocent smile took over. "No, I haven't.[/color]" She wasn't being completely honest, as many nights she challenged her way of life. After all, she didn't even know what she was travelling for, she simply travelled because her mentor had taught her to walk alongside him, to keep going no matter what. She was searching what he was searching for, but he was now dead, so there was really no need. Perhaps it was something corny like happiness or love, or maybe, something more. [/center]

company thirteen
muse good. :D
notes Its fine ^^ and rofl, gypsy doesn't know whether to be scared or not. xP
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Hunger makes fools of us all? Heh, that is true; but not if you have my willpower. I spent many a puphood night with an empty belly, miserable, cold, and unable to change a damned thing. Weaker dogs might need food every day, but I can go days without a morsel. Of course, I’m still a sensible dog, and if there’s no need to, I’d rather not go without. I like to keep my strength at the very highest it can be, and I do like being comfortable. I smugly watched her stretch her small body upwards, eliminating perhaps an inch or two of the gap between our heads, but I thumped my tail contentedly, knowing that she could do nothing to enlarge herself. Except eat. I decided I didn’t want her eating very much. She was certainly more impressive than most dogs I’ve met; even after so many years without human tyranny, dogs are flimsy, stupid, and worthless.

Until very recently, I have lived the majority of my life in the wilderness, only entering a city when forced too. This female, I can tell, has lived a similar life; although she has the trace scents of many places, and I always tended to remain in the same area. What's the point in traveling; everywhere is the same. I came to the city for a change of pace; there were fewer dogs out in the wild, and I needed a pack. I could have joined a wolf pack, I suppose; I am big enough and tough enough to handle their kind. Come to think of it, that's what I should have done; but it's too late now, I'm here, and I'm content. There's only one dog above me, and once I'm good and bored with playing the loyal right hand, I'll usurp him and take control myself. I smile darkly at the thought.

Her coy words bring me back to the present, and I perk my ears curiously as she paints a thoughtful expression onto her cute mug. I growl softly as she finishes her statement, and show her teeth again. I stand up sharply and walk around behind her, and snap my teeth near her ear. "No? Such a pity, little girl; you would have been quite welcome in the ruthgo pack. I would have made sure of it." I sigh dramatically; "But if you really don't think it's the place for you..." I trailed off, and wandered over to the edge of the dock, peering down into the water. A gull floated on the waves, and I leaned down, craning out my neck and opening my jaws; a crunch and a squawk could be heard as I sank my fangs into the bird's neck, and dragged the dying creature onto the wooden planks.

It was for her benefit as much as it was for my own sick pleasure that I put one paw on the bird's wing, and gutted it with a snap of my jaws. I watched with eager black orbs as blood spread and soaked into the pier, creating a permanent stain on an already severely stained surface. But see, this stain was better than the rest, because it was a stain that I caused. I licked the guts out of the corpse and snapped them up, swallowing them with relish. I then started on the bird, devouring everything from flesh to bones, and even a few feathers, although I tried to avoid those; they tickle too much. When I was finished, I lapped at the puddle of blood, and wandered back over to Gypsy, with a red muzzle. "If you don't think this is the place for you," I repeated in a more pleasant tone than before; I stepped closer to her, this time hissing my words: "Then get out."


s t a t u s // complete
w o r d c o u n t // 635
t a g // Gypsy
n o t e s // Sooooo sorry for the wait; I hate making people wait that long. Promise I won't do it again. ^^

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♦ her ears fell back as she heard the soft growl rumble in his throat. Something I said? she commented in her head, but kept silent as he was suddenly on his paws. Although Gypsy couldn't see, she knew how close the snapping of teeth was to her ear. Her tail brushed from side to side on the ground, trying to maintain a casual look instead of a nervous little puppy. She didn't reply to what he had said, because she wanted to think her words for once instead of rushing out with something that didn't make sense. The female felt small; normally she approached everything with confidence, because she knew where she stood in this world and didn't need to hesitate. But now as she hesitated, she couldn't help wonder whether there was more potential in being in a pack than wandering the streets without reason.

♦ She didn't notice Thirteen had wandered over to the waters until there was a sudden crunching of bones and the noise of a gull, which made her turn to the scene. As he dragged it onto the pier, she could see it was already making a mess, tarnishing the wooden planks with scarlet. Gypsy watched him devour the gull in silence, not remembering the last time she'd seen a meal being eaten so... gruesomely? Gypsy couldn't decide on the right word. A few times she would have liked to wrinkle her muzzle with disgust, but it wasn't as if she hadn't seen blood before, so she beared it with an expressionless face. She was certain now that there must have been some purpose for it, as she thought that no one could eat like that as a habit, but she decided against a sarcastic comment. She already felt like she pushing it, and she had thoughts to gather anyway.

♦ She watched him approach as he finished off his bird, the crimson on his maw contrasting drastically with his white fur. The first words that escaped his bloody muzzle seemed cheerful, but when he stepped closer they came out in a harsh hiss. Gypsy almost leaned away as a reflex, but she forced herself to remain still, not wanting to show any signs of that could be interpreted as weakness. "The pack life sounds tempting, but I'd hate to be confined to one place.

[/color]" They were genuine, her words. Sometimes her life did get too lonely, but she also enjoyed going where she wanted, when she wanted. Swinging by life with no rules to put her in her place. "With all due respect, is the ruthgo pack as good as it seems?[/color]" She felt her words could be misleading as an insult, but really she just wanted to know the truth. Say she decided to change her way of life and crash with the other dogs in a pack, what if it wasn't what she hoped it'd be? Once she was in, she couldn't just waltz out. Her words were spoken loftily, as if she was in control of her life, but at the prospect of a sudden life change, she felt confused, like a lost little puppy. She just couldn't decide if it was time to stop pursuing something that didn't exist.

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muse low-ish
notes aha, it's okay. hrmm, Gypsys considering pack life. that would be interesting. xD
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"I'd hate to be confined to one place."

This little brat is making it really hard to be nasty to her. I sat down heavily, and twitched my tail, contemplating her. Earlier, I had wanted her to join simply because we needed members, and she was on our turf anyhow; now there was something more. I insisted to myself that it was merely the fact that she was tough; her nerve was impressive, and she was obviously of at least moderate intelligence. But something else tugged at the back of my mind; I shoved it down, refusing to analyze it. Her next question was rather surprising, and at first, I felt a tang of my come-and-go rage, but then I thought about it. Was it so rude to ask how good a pack is, when you've been offered a place in it? I licked my lips thoughtfully, enjoying the salty, coppery flavor of blood on my tongue. I thought the pack was rather fine, although it could have been so much better. There were several low ranking members that were as spineless as fish, and that, in my not-so-humble opinion, diminished the greatness of the ruthgos. Severely.

"It is the best you could hope for, little Gypsy." I responded, after a moment's consideration. "The Dominix are misguided, the mafia are short-sighted, and the leeks... are your run of the mill fools." I thought that was a decent description of the other three packs; all were fools, but I didn't think saying that sounded very... mature. For a moment, all I could hear was the rough sea, steely and foaming and beautiful. Calypso, the Goddess of the Sea, was a powerful, cunning, and indestructible being; I hoped to meet my end in her chilling depths. The sound of the waves was the only thing that could truly calm my nerves, and I felt an odd sense of mellowness come over me. It freaked me out a bit. With this new, hopefully temporary mellow nature, I found an unnatural curiosity blooming in my chest. I stood up and circled her again, my own questions forming in my mind.

"So, why do you travel? Do you seek something?" I asked, my tone distant, somewhat bored; deep down, I really did want to know, but I couldn't afford to have even one dog think they had a weakness in me. I stopped circling her, and sat; I was getting bored with the pier; it was flat, and empty, but for a few rotting crates on the other side. It was a good place to come and be alone, but for entertaining guests, it wasn't the best place. I looked at the ramp leading into the only accessible ship, and wagged my tail. Ships were a guilty pleasure of mine, like rain, and poetry. Although, unlike my love of poetry, I was willing to share my love of ships with others. Something in their colossal, unending bodies of steel, and the way they rode the waves, delighted me. I've never seen one in action, but I hoped to one day learn how to drive one. This one in particular I liked, -I had gotten into some smaller ones by walking on the chains anchoring them to the dock- because it's corridors were like mazes, twisting and turning into dozens of fascinating rooms. "Ever seen the inside of a ship, little girl? They are truly fascinating creations. Perhaps the only thing humans ever did right."


s t a t u s // complete
w o r d c o u n t // 579
t a g // Gypsy
n o t e s // lawl, if she does join, he will treat her respectfully...ish. XD
Again, sorry for the wait; I'm such a slacker!

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♦ Gypsy listened to his descriptions of the other packs aswell as the Ruthgo. The lost, the crazy and the fools. She had thought out of those words that the Ruthgo sounded the best, but of course it would if it came from a Ruthgo member. They wouldn't speak bad of their own pack unless they were stupid for being in a place they didn't belong. But then again, this place could be perfect for her. She might live a content life instead of being constantly on her paws, never having a destination, always watching for enemies that came from left and right and center. Of course there would still be enemies in a pack, but she wouldn't be alone to fight them. She released an inaudible sigh, her brown eyes drifting to the sky for a moment questioningly before settling back on Thirteen. "Do I have time to think about it or is it a spur of the moment decision?

[/color]" She asked, her paws kneading the ground anxiously. She wasn't really a thinking dog, more of a do-what-you-like-and-deal-with-the-consequences-later dog. But she knew sometimes she had to stop and think.

♦ she didn't watch him as he circled this time, only looking at him when he passed her. His question left her silent for a few moments, wondering what answer to give. The truthful answer would make her look like a complete idiot. But that was what she was, because a smart dog wouldn't be chasing a memory. She sighed heavily before speaking. "I warn you, it's a stupid reason, but here goes..." She leant back on her haunches as she prepared her words, a cold breeze ruffling her fur. "Ever since I was young, I've been following a dog. I never knew his name, but he saved me from a cold death. He had a purpose in life to find something, but he never really told me what, I just travelled with him. He's dead now.[/color]" She paused, disallowing any traces of emotion to taint her voice. "I just continued the search when he couldn't, even though I had no idea what to look for. So the answer? I don't know. Stupid maybe, but that's the answer.[/color]" She yawned after her words, trying to act bored with it all but if a dog could blush she would be red right now. She believed her words meant that she couldn't let go of another, otherwise she would have settled down long ago.

♦ "A ship? I don't believe I have.[/color]" She answered, her distant thoughts becoming clear again. She hardly knew what a ship was, just something that the humans invented to float on the water. She'd never seen one move, or known any facts about it so she had assumed it was just a big hollow space on the inside, probably half filled with water. She saw the way Thirteen talked about them, and wondered if they were more than what she thought, if he spoke about them so fondly. They would have had to be something special to grab his attention.
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company thirteen
muse not amazing
notes mwehehe, it was my bad this time. Suckish post, I rambled. xD
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