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Guest
Location: Shreveport
Interactions: @VerbalAbuse @Dakota K5 @JinxMonster @VengefulPeanut
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Hero was instantly on alert when Riley gave the command, sitting erect at his young mistress's heel, ears forward, amber eyes alert and watching. His attention, mostly, was on Otto, the stranger, the one who was the source of the tension he felt ebbing between his three people. The three people he knew. But Dexter, the alpha, had for now accepted this man into their pack, and that was good enough for him. Still, though, he watched. He could sense that Riley was not accepting of this new revelation, but Riley was a beta and therefore had no say. It was just the way things were.
As the humans exchanged words he cared not about, for they weren't commands nor praise, nostrils flared at the introduction of a new scent. This scent was normal. Not the Bad Scent he'd come to associate with the infected, but still strange. A stranger. And strangers were bad when he had been given the command to guard.
Danger.
Hero gave a low growl, the fur on his spine prickling with unease. Blocky head swiveled around nose working the air, eyes working the surroundings, and there, the scuff of a shoe on concrete. But despite the noises it was the scent that gave away the location. Fear, unease, these were scents hardwired into his brain. They weren't the Bad Scent but they were bad scents. Fear meant weakness, fear meant unpredictability. Another low growl but the humans paid no mind, and so he was galvanized into action by instinct and training combined. Instantly on all fours and seconds later at full speed, headed directly towards the car that the shielded the stranger.
"Hero? Lass es! Platz!"
The commands for "leave it" and "down" came rapidly and much to his frustration he obeyed, sinking to his belly with ears flat and legs coiled tightly under him, preparing for the command that should come next - get the danger, eliminate the danger, protect. Short, frustrated whines pierced the air as his masters gathered behind him, speaking again with words he didn't understand.
Danger.
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BACKPACK (HERO):
Items: 0
Interactions: @VerbalAbuse @Dakota K5 @JinxMonster @VengefulPeanut
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Hero was instantly on alert when Riley gave the command, sitting erect at his young mistress's heel, ears forward, amber eyes alert and watching. His attention, mostly, was on Otto, the stranger, the one who was the source of the tension he felt ebbing between his three people. The three people he knew. But Dexter, the alpha, had for now accepted this man into their pack, and that was good enough for him. Still, though, he watched. He could sense that Riley was not accepting of this new revelation, but Riley was a beta and therefore had no say. It was just the way things were.
As the humans exchanged words he cared not about, for they weren't commands nor praise, nostrils flared at the introduction of a new scent. This scent was normal. Not the Bad Scent he'd come to associate with the infected, but still strange. A stranger. And strangers were bad when he had been given the command to guard.
Danger.
Hero gave a low growl, the fur on his spine prickling with unease. Blocky head swiveled around nose working the air, eyes working the surroundings, and there, the scuff of a shoe on concrete. But despite the noises it was the scent that gave away the location. Fear, unease, these were scents hardwired into his brain. They weren't the Bad Scent but they were bad scents. Fear meant weakness, fear meant unpredictability. Another low growl but the humans paid no mind, and so he was galvanized into action by instinct and training combined. Instantly on all fours and seconds later at full speed, headed directly towards the car that the shielded the stranger.
"Hero? Lass es! Platz!"
The commands for "leave it" and "down" came rapidly and much to his frustration he obeyed, sinking to his belly with ears flat and legs coiled tightly under him, preparing for the command that should come next - get the danger, eliminate the danger, protect. Short, frustrated whines pierced the air as his masters gathered behind him, speaking again with words he didn't understand.
Danger.
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BACKPACK (HERO):
Items: 0