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Default 11-23-2009, 04:07 PM

1. This RP is a remake, so the following people can post: Myself, Silent_Wolf, Sarah_K_O_M, TheHayleyDoll and Spirit_Queen.
2. Please pick names that suit whichever species you are. If you are stuck, try the following links: For wolf names, go here. For fox names, go here.
3. Abide by the rules laid out in the stickies.
4. I'm sure everyone knows what a wolf and a fox looks like; the hunting dogs by the way, look like this: African Wild Dog - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
5. You can be one of the following groups; pets, renegades, vigilantes or humans. Please can everyone try to have equal representatives of each, rather than everyone being of one group. If there are already say 2 pets signed up, then choose another group to belong to. Also, please don't join one and have the characteristics of another. Introduce your character(s) in your intro paragraph. If you have more than one, then try for a bit of variety in groups and species, please.


Canine Groups And Characteristics


These canines live like the canines in the Golden Age live, or to the best of their ability. They stubbornly stick to the old traditions, and despise the pets for being slaves to humans, and the renegades for forsaking their heritage. Arrogant, they do not believe that anything will happen to them, and reside in the forests and plains outside the city. Each vigilante pack is led by the Alpha pair, the Eltos and Antos. Cubs do not recognise specific parents, but are raised by the pack as a whole and taught how to hunt and forage by the pack Elders. The vigilante Elders have strict rules about what the rest of the pack can and can not do. No member of the pack is permitted to go off on its own without first getting permission by the Eltos. Going to the city is strictly forbidden, as is mixing with the renegades. Punishments, like isolation or eating only scraps, are meted out to any pack member who breaks these rules. The vigilantes believe that their strength is within the pack, therefore the rules must be kept, no argument. Vigilantes refuse to use any human inventions. They do not wear clothes as they believe that clothes are a human invention. Vigilantes view mating as something done purely to produce cubs. They generally mate in the fall so that cubs may be born in the spring. The birth of cubs is something that the whole pack celebrates and cubs are cherished. The vigilantes dream one day of forcing the humans out so that the Golden Age can be reborn.


The renegades form camps in the town, sometimes within abandoned buildings, other times in alleyways, derelict houses or rubbish tips. They have no official leaders; tho some will naturally get their way due to superior strength or intellect; and no rules. Their life is harsh; they sometimes must move camp due to being forced out by humans, or cuz the site has run out of resources. They often fight with other renegades, as well as with the pets and guards. They do not believe that their way of life will ever improve, and despise the vigilantes for thinking so. Renegades will use human inventions, and wear clothes. They get food by either hunting, stealing or scavenging. Hunting is limited; there are very few animals living in the cities, those that do are either rats, mice, squirrels or birds. Stealing is risky, as humans do not take kindly to thieves whether they believe them to be human or canine and punishment will be meted out if the thief is caught. Scavenging is the safest, tho still carries an element of risk. Food places, such as cafes, restaurants and fast food places, have dumpsters outside with leftovers within. Private houses and inns also throw out rubbish. However, the easiest method is also the one that the majority will use. Renegades mate, sometimes out of loneliness or boredom, other times cuz they have actually found a soulmate. However, due to the harsh life that the renegades leave, with the lack of food, the poor quality of such food and the cold, cubs rarely survive. Often, a cub dies in the womb or is born dead. Those that are born alive do not stand much of a chance til they reach the age of five. Renegades who cannot find food well or hunt will often care for cubs.

Pets And Guards.

These are the canines who have shunned their true nature in order to live amongst the humans as either pampered pets or guards for warehouses, private houses and the like. Pets are well fed and cared for as a general rule, as they are worth a lot of money and are therefore valuable to their owners. A lot of renegades who become parents will give their cubs away to humans in order that they survive and have a better life; these cubs are destined to end up as pets or guards. Guards tend to be kept by humans who own junkyards, warehouses, store houses and the like, and also by the rich, to guard their houses. Guards are fed well and given the run of whatever place they are guarding, and there is generally more than one in the place. Pets on the other hand tend to be singular. They will also stick close to their owners out of fear of their fellow canines, who view them as traitors to their own kind for the choice they have made. The pets and guards however despise the vigilantes and renegades for their pointless defiance of the humans and refusal to do what they believe is best. Pets do not choose mates; their owners will decide if they are allowed to have them, and there is usually money involved. Owners too have the power to sell on any cubs, with their pet or guard powerless to stop them.

Aldo braced himself. It smelt like a blacksmith's hair armpit in the dumpster, but if he wanted to eat that night....

Oh sc**w that. There'd probably be a few rats around town and he'd just bloody washed and everything. He wasn't hungry enough for dumpster diving just yet, not in that dumpster anyways. He set off down the road, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather coat and trying to give off real f*ck off vibes to anyone around, his auburn hair hanging in his eyes.

He found himself a few rats on his walk, ducking into an alleyway to snap their necks then turn into fox form and eat. He wiped his mouth when he was done, making a face. Rat tasted like deep-fried ass even at the best of times. Maybe someone at camp would have an idea of a good place.

He set off back there.

"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go."

-Bernard Malamud
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