OPEN SIGNUPS BY INVITATION ONLY Path of the Stars ( A Dog Adventure RP )

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OPEN SIGNUPS - BY INVITATION ONLY Path of the Stars ( A Dog Adventure RP OOC )



  • Time of Day: Afternoon
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    Season: Mid Summer

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  • Bryton City, once a bustling metropolis now lays nearly dormant, a month after what the city dogs refer to as, The Vanishing, where all humans seemingly left without a trace. Cars line the streets, abandoned along with the countless buildings that are now inhabited by the animals of the city, namely the dogs who now rule it. There are those who still within or near the homes where their humans once dwelled, hoping for their return, some had moved on, while others who did not have human masters began taking advantage of the situation.

    Somewhere within this once great city, a lower middle class apartment complex holds a sort of safe haven for dogs, many of which who were the pets of the previous human owners. Though this number is dwindling by the passing weeks, dogs leaving their flats due to lack of food and security, taking to the streets to join or form packs.

    The dogs of this apartment, known as Complex 53, work like a small community and less of a functioning dog pack. Some have known each other before The Vanishing, some newer faces, but they all work with each other during these strange times, watching each others backs, offering food. Not all were friends, but they did and do rely on each for a sense of security. However, this odd little 'community' will see that they must make a choice. The dog packs of the city are growing more bold, increasing their numbers, waging bigger brawls and battles for territory and food, making the city an even more hostile place to live. The little community is forced to make a life changing decision, join a pack, or perish.

    But... there is one last option. One that they will find within the stars, a path that will lead them out of the city in the unknown humanless world beyond.

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    General Idea
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    Greetings fellow rpers! Man, animal rps take me waaaay the hell back to my middle school days, and I feel nostalgic for one :D
    So, the over all idea of this rp is this. Our main characters will be dogs who form a pack and escape the city, going on various adventures to find a safe haven to call their own while using the stars as their guiding key.

    Do note that these are basic skeletons to help guide and inspire rpers what to write. This may change if enough people wish to add and remove elements of the story or scene.

    The Beginning


    Our characters are residing within a lower middle class apartment complex, some were once pets others were strays, they all know each other to various degrees. Some are friends others acquaintances, some knew each other long before The Vanishing, while others are newer faces who took refuge within the flats. They are not a pack, nor do they consider themselves to be one, there are those who are still loyal to the humans and believe that waiting for their return is the best option and those who think that maybe they should join a pack for safety. There is a total of 30 dogs that reside in this apartment.

    As the weeks pass by, the dog packs of the city are turning more and more aggressive and bold, fighting for territory with not only other packs, but also raiding buildings inhabited by dogs, forcing them to join or killing them outright. A nearby apartment gets attacked by one of these dog packs, they killed nearly every resident, save for one dog who manages to escape and take refuge within the small dog community in the apartment of our main cast. The survivor explains what happened and the community becomes worried that their building will be the next target. A meeting is held a dog announces that they will leave the city, suggesting the other do the same. There is dissent within the small community, some agreeing, other disagreeing and other unsure.

    The aggressive dog pack attacks the building killing some npc dog residents, while the main cast manages to escape into the night somewhere within the city. It is that night that they all decide that leaving the city is the best option and it is here they begin their journey.

    Important info on Bryton City:

    There is only two ways out the city, one being a massive bridge that crosses a vast lake, the other being a train that, oddly enough, still moves on its own. Main charas will choose either of these paths to leave the city.
    The Town of Gladden Wood


    Hopping off the train the dogs arrive in an empty small town ran by a large dog pack. The pack seems friendly at first but over time it is clear something is very wrong.


    While escaping the cult dogs, and perhaps gaining a new member or members to their pack, they come across a vast lake during a storm. They hop on an old boat, still being chased by the cult and manage to push the boat onto the water, escaping the deadly pack. They ride out of the storm till night fall, seeing as they were more than half way crossed the lake to another shore. After reaching the shore, the dogs then continue their journey on an abandoned road following the stars.
    They wander all night till they they come across another path, this time made of dirt, they decided to go along the dirt path till they reach a top of a hill seeing vast farmland.


    They come across farm animals and farm dogs, and are at first met with hostility by said farm dogs. As it turns out the dogs of the area are having an issue with their live stock being killed, mostly sheep, goats and the domestic fowls (turkeys, chickens, ducks ect..). The pack of dogs are accused of the attacks, as they are outsiders, but it turns out it’s actually a pack of wolves doing the killing. When this discovery is made, the main cast grows accustomed to the farmland and even become friends with soem of the farm dogs. One night another livestock animal is killed, this time a calf, and it is here where the leader of the dog farm pack declares war on the wolves. The main cast of a dogs is forced t choose, either they help fight or they leave the farmland. The main cast dog pack decided that this fight was not their place and int he end leave the farmland, running into the woods. It is here, that the dogs truly begin to learn how to be true wild dogs.



    Living in the wilds is not what the dogs had originally thought it would. They were truly free, but the forest they chose to stay is strange hostile, bears, courgars and the changing harsh weather is making finding prey scarce. The dog pack leave again, coming across a strange dark tunnel that leads to a place unknown. After entering the tunnel, the dogs travel in darkness before hearing “voices” and sense something is chasing them. They finally see the other end of the tunnel as they run. Once they leave the tunnel they continue on the journey, they notice a stretch of road near by.

    They follow along and empty, old and seemingly abandoned road as a mist and fog fall over the area growing thicker as they travel. The road comes to a dead end as it stops at a drop off, the fog so thick that they aren’t able to see the bottom of the drop off. One of the dogs notice a new path made from brightly colored bricks off to the side traveling into the forest. They follow the bricked path to a strange, abandoned amusement park.

    The fog fades some, allowing the dogs to see better, but still obscuring the distance beyond. Curiously they wander through the eerie park, trying to find a way out of the place and the fog. As they do so, the come across a group of foxes that live within the amusement park. One of the foxes offer the dogs help of finding way out, but only if they manage to kill or chase away a cougar that hunts the area.

    The dogs agree and seek out the cougar, finding it and managing to either kill it or chase it away. In doing so, the fox leads them out of the foggy park to a cave. The dogs enter the cave and continue to travel through it till they fall sleep. When they awaken, the continue on their way before seeing and exist. Leaving the cave, they see that they are on the other side of a mountain or hill that overlooks what appears to be a beach town.
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Rex the Australian Pom Mutt
How many days and night had passed? The fluffy small dog didn't know anymore. It had been a while, long enough that he had already scavenged most of the food that had been left from The Vanishing. It was a term that had been used by other dogs, and this ex-stray had taken to thinking about it as such as well. She was gone, never to return. Others would disagree with him about that, but that was what he felt. As he was finally running out of things to tear up and feed upon, it was time to expand his search further than before. It was time to leave the relative safety of his floor, one where he was slowly becoming aware of the other canines around. He still wasn't on good terms with everyone, nor did he have any friends or packmates to look to, but it was amiable enough. He would offer some of the scraps that he had left to not let the others starve, and in turn they didn't attack him or invade his small space. It worked well enough, though he wasn't sure how well it was going to hold up now that there was no more food.

The gray brute pushed the worn chair along the grooves carved into the floor from the piece of furniture making the same trip multiple times a day for many days/weeks. Once it was against the doorframe, he hopped up onto the seat, then once more to the back of the chair. Small paws helped him balance on the thin wood as he reached out to grab the doorknob, then he hopped down and pulled the lever with him. With the latch released, the barrier pulled open and he was free to roam once more. Short but quick steps carried the canine down the halls until he finally reached the stairs. He hesitated a moment, able to hear the shuffling of other canines around. It reminded him of his time on the streets, a time he didn't really want to go back to, but that didn't seem to be an option now. With a deep breath, the small form descended the steps, carefully as to not trip and fall to his death from how far apart they seemed to his small frame.

After a few minutes, he arrived on the next floor down. The first thing that hit his sensitive nose was the scent of death. A cough bubbled from within his chest, the stench unpleasant. Nobody on his own floor had passed away, yet. Probably because most of those dogs knew one another from before The Vanishing. There was a kinship there that Rex was able to benefit from without having to work too hard at it. Here, though, seemed to be a different story. There were two brutes fighting at the far end of the hall - apparently over some kill they had found, debris scattered along the floor from remains that used to be within the apartment rooms. Most of the doors hung open, locked that way by trash or poor upkeep with the hinges. Whatever it was, it was almost like stepping into a different world. Still, he needed to try and find more food, so he carefully started to ease through the mess. His small frame was kept close to the dirty floor, dirt and other undesirable mess turning the fur on his belly a brown that matched the speckled markings along his tail. He wasn't good at stealth, per se, but if he kept low, a lot of the larger canines tended to just overlook him. And if he was spotted, his size and speed made him a hard target to catch. He got about four doors down before the scent of death hit him in a harsher wave than before. He wrinkled his nose and growled softly, only to pause. Perky, sharp ears flicked and swiveled slightly as he could have sworn that he just heard something from behind the door. Behind the barrier between him and whatever was decaying within the room. Cautiously, he eased closer and pressed his ear up to the firm division, only to confirm a soft sound. It didn't sound like a large dog, if anything... It sounded almost like a pup. But that couldn't be, right? A pup would need a caretaker to survive this mess. Still, he was curious, so he looked around before finding some boxes to drag to the door. It took a bit of work to get them stacked up, but he finally managed and climbed the perilous tower to get to the door.

Much like how he left his own place, his paws found the lever that would grant him access, and he kicked the boxes out from under his hind paws. Only, the handle didn't give. A yelp came from the mutt as the hard metal hurt his paw before he crashed ungracefully to the floor below. A worried glance around, anticipation of a fight rather high, revealed that none of the natives seemed to care. What was one small fry going to do? He wasn't a threat to them, and apparently wouldn't be seen as aid, either. Another huff was given, then he started to scratch at the door to try and get in. When that failed, he limped back to the base of the stairs, tilted his head up, and gave a series of yippy barks followed by a very pitchy yowl. Someone had to help get that door open. If he couldn't get in with his usual tricks, then he would definitely need more power, more strength. He needed at least one larger dog to come on down, maybe two or three. More minds to focus on the task at paw, to rescue whatever poor soul was stuck within that rather pitiful locked room.

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Akira: Blue German Shepherd




The Apartment




At first, the smell was unbearable. It scalded the pup's nose after some time, but in that moment, another afternoon burning the sky, Akira was numb to it. Her soft whines echoed in the empty apartment... another reminder that she was the only soul occupying the space. Her little heart was torn and her blue coat was dirty; covered in dirt, grime, and possibly blood. She didn't know anymore, and didn't want to think too much on it. At being only four months old, the German Shepherd pup spent most of her time trying to avoid looking at the small corpses of her three litter mates. One by one, after their owners vanished, they had gotten sick. It was a sickness that Akira was too young to understand, but dried blood littered parts of the floor where her sister and brothers had vomited. Flies flew through the air, landing on the small decaying corpses. Out of the corner of her eye, the pup was sure she saw small wriggly white worms starting to appear.

It was that day in particular that Akira felt the most anxious and panicky. Though it had only been a few months, the food that she had scavenged from the cabinets and counters had been picked clean for a few days. Since she was a growing dog, her appetite had been large and her lack of experience meant that she didn't ration the food. Now, she was stuck. As Akira paced through the small one room apartment, her whines grew louder. On the outside of the door, she could hear and smell other dogs. Many times she tried calling out to them, but to no avail. They didn't seem to care. The shepherd held her head low in both mourning and despair. She was stuck, and there was no way out. The thoughts that then popped into her head was that she would be the next body among her litter mates. The thought struck fear through her small body, causing her whines to become more frantic.

However, after a few hours of trying, Akira's whining grew soft. Her hope was dwindling and she was close to giving up. Tucking her tail, she moved to lay on the ground, pressing her nose against the crack underneath the door. Waiting....

Then, she heard it. The sound of something moving on the other side of the door made Akira jump back into a standing position. She stood completely still, watching the door with grey eyes as her little heart began to pound once more. Whether it was from adrenaline or hope, she couldn't tell. The sound of the handle attempting to turn shocked the pup, frightening her. Then, upon hearing the sound of something falling to the ground on the other side, Akira yelped and turned, running to her safe spot: her owners' old room. There, she curled herself into a ball in the corner of the room, huddled against old clothes she had gathered. Shaking a bit, the blue shepherd made more soft whines, closing her eyes as the sudden smell of death hit her nostrils. After so long, she had blocked it away, but upon remembering the smell, Akira attempted to bury her nose into the clothes. Fear struck her mind that maybe soon, she would be apart of those same smells...






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Rose, on the occasion, wondered why the city still lit itself. It was the strangest thing, since the humans were gone there was no one to light up the buildings or streets. Perhaps the humans had done something to have this place still glow in their absence, whatever the case may be, it didn’t matter much. She just knew she was somewhat grateful that the city was not covered in complete darkness, it made the occasional night walk a bit less stressful. Rose watched as the sun began to settle into sleep, the sky turning a bright yellowish-orange, and the city slowly glowing with its assortment of lights. The red fae’s head was propped lazily on the arm of a chair, nose barely an inch away from the windowsill. She remembers the first time she had watched the sky and city change at this height, she would have been in complete awe, should have been, but all she could feel was unease.

Before she moved into Complex 53, it had been two weeks since The Vanishing, the humans had seemingly all up and left, leaving everything behind. Nothing was in disarray for the first few days, but slowly and surely trash began to litter the streets from the roaming dogs of the city who had taken advantage of the situation. At first there was great confusion, many dogs walked with caution in broad daylight. There wasn’t a time of day or night were the city wasn’t bustling with humans going to and from, cars zooming or crawling along streets depending on the traffic. Now, it was just empty and damn near quiet. Overtime, the dogs grew bolder, Rose included, rummaging through dumpsters and cans, then buildings that carried large amounts of food. Street dogs celebrated, howled in joy as they were finally free, while pets mourned, hoping their humans would return.

Rose wandered the streets for days, scavenging for food, hunting the rats that have also taken to being a bit bolder in roaming out in daylight. Food was a plenty, dogs weren’t ripping each other apart for scraps, it almost felt too good to be true. The fae was more than glad that the humans had left, but overtime she began to admit that though the humans were a troublesome creature, they held some form of order. Humans had kept the dog packs in check, they couldn’t just get into public fights, nor could they grow in size. Humans always made sure that these dog packs were controlled, whenever they became too large or a fight would break out, dog catchers were called on the spot. Now they were gone, and it was a free-for-all, humans no longer have rule here, it was the dogs’ turn to run the city. And that could spell danger for everyone. More than once she’s come across a hostile pack, they no longer looked over their shoulders, wary of human interference. They were bold, self-assured and knew that no one could stop them. More than once she was offered to join, but she had no interest in doing so. Sure, there would be safety in numbers, but there something about these city packs that rubbed her the wrong way. They were corrupt, sadistic and she couldn’t help but feel it would only get worse. So, she wandered the streets alone, till she came across Complex 53. Dogs resided in this building, some were already residents of the building due to their previous human owners, others were once wandering streets dogs like herself who had taken refuge.

It’s been well over a month she’s decided to call this place her ‘home’ and there were many things she’s learned since being here. This was a community, not a dog pack, which she was fine with, somewhat.. Though many dogs were friendly, they stuck out of each other’s business, which in of itself isn’t horrible. Rose didn’t want dogs shoving their noses where it doesn’t belong, but at the same time no one is truly looking out for each other. She’s seen plenty dogs turn the other way when someone was in dire need. Rose has only ever lived within one pack, and that was with her mother and siblings, after that she lived with an old brute, Maximus. It was from these experiences that she knew of the benefit of knowing someone had your back. But even so, it was better than nothing, better than living out there on the streets. She only had to leave Complex 53 when food was scarce and no one could offer food. She had stored some of her ‘prizes’ in a closet, found human food, killed prey, it wasn’t much but it was enough to sustain her.

Just enough to survive.

That was her entire life as a stray, but now she wasn’t too sure how much longer she’ll be able to go on with living like this. The city was not a place of abundance, at least a dog could depend on the humans for at least some left overs, discarded on the ground or in the trash. Now the humans were gone and soon there will be hardly anything left. Dogs could only scavenge for so long, rats, squirrels, pigeons and even the occasional racoon or cat weren’t going to fill the bellies of every dog in the long run. This community is in danger as well, they too relied on the food left by the humans, those like her who run ‘errands’ to find whatever they can and bring it back to their flats. There is a limit to everything and if the fae new anything about anything, is that when the food gets scarce, dogs turn on each other. It hasn’t happened yet here, the dogs of this apartment sit rather comfortable still, though there are certain floors that are doing better than others. But overall, they are doing fairly fine, but the dogs outside? A different story.

Just a few days ago when she was doing her usual run for food, she caught sight of a large pack barging into a store. A stampede of them flooded the inside and she could hear the howls and cries of the current residents of the building. Thankfully, they hadn’t seen her and she was going to take this opportunity to turn tail, but what made her stop in her tracks had made her blood run cold.

“Now, don’t make this difficult, you can even join our pack if ya’ like. We’re only lookin’ for some food. And if ya give us some, we’ll kindly walk out of here.” A voice barked from within the store, the door hung wide open, allowing Rose to hear everything. Another voice replied, trembling with a whine. “Please, we only have enough for ourselves, please just—” a snarl, a sharp cry, and finally a gurgle is what came next. The fae had seen dog’s kill each other before and she was well aware of what the sound of someone’s throat being ripped out sounded like.

What followed where cries, wailing and vicious growls. She could smell fear and blood, Rose was quick to take off into a sprint, lest she wanted to end up like the inhabitants of the store.

As said before, she wasn’t new to dogs fighting, turning into wild beasts for food or territory, but she was not prepared for the pure evil of what happened that day. That pack wasn’t just there for food, they were there to claim and lay waste, they wanted to exercise their power. She can still see the wild delight in the raiding pack’s eyes as they charged inside, full of zeal at the mere thought of what they could do and no one, no man or dog could stop them.

It didn’t help when she came back to the apartment, she over heard rumors of dog packs launching attacks on others, particularly those who reside within buildings. This was something that needed to be discussed at the meeting, she worried was only a matter of time before this place gets hit next.

The sharp yaps of a dog broke her train of thought, immediately she launched herself onto her paws and bust through her door, swinging it wide open. Pale yellow eyes searched frantically, fearing that the complex was under attack. The howls echoed through the space, but she could easily detect it was coming from below her. Upon reaching the stairs of her floor she noticed as a small grey and speckled dog. She recognized him, but did not know his name, and seeing as there wasn’t howls and cries filling the air by other dogs, she assumed they were in fact not under attack. With a huff the fae would growl out in annoyance, “What’re ya yappin’ for? Had me thinkin’ that the place was on fire.”
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Tai M1-K9 03-573

Time: 1200 hours, Mid-day
Warm, partially cloudy
Location: Unknown
Scent: Dirty, unpleasant, trash, other dogs


The dark-colored brute wandered the unknown city, his paws padding silently across the hard sidewalk with a gentle 'click' of his claws, his muscles rippling through the black-colored and white pelt. His cool ice-cold eyes gazed the streets around him, ears sharp and poised for attention, his movement slow and precise. He stuck close to the shadows and the alleyways, doing his best to avoid any other dogs, though most who spotted him tended to veer the other way and leave him be. He tried to avoid the larger dogs and bigger packs, preferring to avoid any sort of trouble he may come across, though for the most part the dogs have left him be. Whether it was because they also wanted to avoid a fight or it was just the sole reason that he had nothing of interest or value, it was not always clear, but he was grateful otherwise.

He had traveled far from his own home. The journey had been long and lonely. Tai was used to such distances and the unknown, but the one major difference was that he had always had his partner by his side. His relationship with his human was different than most dogs on the account that he wasn't just some pet, nor was he ever treated like one. The two were partners, who trusted each other and always watched each other's back, to defended and protected one another. They never left one or the other behind in any situation, had been through so much together, had survived in the bleakest of situations. Yet here he was and here his partner wasn't. He had been left behind. He was supposed to go wherever his master went, no matter how dangerous or how frightening it could be, but he wasn't with him. He knew his master would never have left him behind on purpose, so he knew that something had happened, something wrong.

He searched for so long. When he could not find his partner in his own home or the vicinity around it, he ventured further, doing whatever he could to track him. But there was no scent. If ever he picked up one it was only an old scent that would lead back to the apartment. He had searched in a radius around his home, hoping desperately to find something, and every day he would search a little further and further. He would always return home to rest, then go back out to search again from where he left off. Only when he had eaten all the food back at the apartment and his searches had begun to venture too far did he stop returning, and would simply take refuge in some shelter till dawn, then he would begin again. He was used to going on with small portions of food, and he knew the possibility of not eating for a long time, so whatever food he found he made sure he spared as much as he could and only ate enough to keep him going while he would hide the rest. But even that wouldn't last long.

During his searches, he quickly discovered that his own human's disappearance wasn't the only one. He kept seeing more and more dogs out on the streets, wondering the same thing he was and searching for their own owners. Instead of relieving him, this only disheartened him further, for it only made it more likely that he would never see his partner again. He was a dog meant to save others, so he helped the others where he could, but he mostly left them to their own devices while he continued his search. There was not much more he could do for them and he was on his own mission to find his partner. Every so often he would climb the highest point he was able to get to and howl, calling for his master, then listen for any reply. Sometimes there were other dogs who returned their howls, as if also calling for their own masters, and the city echoed with the cries of canines who longed for their companionship. An eerie song that stretched across the landscape and filled the sky, demanding their return or desperate for answers, hollow with loneliness and loss. Other times there was just silence.

The more days that passed the less likely that it seemed he would ever be reunited with his partner. It was getting harder and harder to hold onto hope, hope that his master wasn't one of the many humans who have 'vanished,' hope that one day he would look up and then there he would be. Whistling for him to come, and then Tai would run into his arms, ignoring protocol and simply be happy that he had found his partner.

That hope died when he searched the entire city where he and his partner lived and he didn't find a single clue to his partner's whereabouts. If his partner had been taken then there would have been some sort of struggle or sign, some scent he could follow even if it wasn't his master's, anything to tell him that he was still around. Yet there was nothing. Tai was alone... He no longer had his partner by his side. He would have to face this new world on his own. He returned to his old home one last time, the last ditch effort of hope that maybe his master had returned, but of course, he found the apartment empty save for the items his master had. Tai took a good long look around the place. He was not sad to leave it, he was used to always moving with his master and never really settling in one place, but what he was sad about was leaving his master behind. It was the last place he had seen him, and so he felt that leaving here meant leaving him. But there was no point in staying... He was gone. He knew this. He had always known but had refused to believe it, had refused to accept it, had pushed the truth away and clung desperately to the hope that his master was still somewhere. Waiting for him.

He knew that his partner would not want him to linger around forever and wither away. He would want him to survive for he was a survivor, a fighter, and he would not tarnish his partner's memory by wasting away in this small apartment. So he left, never to look back or return, carrying nothing with him except the collar around his neck. The only thing he had left to remember his owner by.

And here he was, now trekking through another city after a long journey. He was certainly thinner than he used to be, but he still had his muscles that he had built up in his days in the military, and his fur made it harder for him in the heat. He was not used to this kind of weather but he managed to push through, taking short breaks beneath some shade and found streams or puddles to drink water, and where he did not find trash for food he instead hunted. Small things like raccoons or squirrels. He was not sure where he was going, or what he should do, but moving seemed like the only answer for him.

The city seemed a lot like the one he had come from. The scent was not a pleasant one and he had already crossed a few dog fights, but because he kept himself hidden and remained in the shadows, he managed to avoid them. He wanted to avoid battle at all cost, not because he was afraid, but because he did not want to risk injury he may no longer be able to heal from. He was quite used to battle and getting in a few scraps but he no longer had a partner to treat his wounds, so now if he were to get injured it may turn out far worse than he may be able to handle, so he would prefer not to get into a fight if he could help it.

His ears perked sharply and he jerked up his head at the distant sound of some 'yipping.' By the tone he could tell it was from a smaller dog, and he detected no aggression so it wasn't some warning or threat. Was that a hint of desperation in it? It sounded as though whoever was making it needed help. He followed the sound till he came out of the alleyway and across the street he could make out a tall building, similar to what his partner had, so he guessed that it was a place that humans lived, or had once lived anyway. He scanned the building, his ears still perked toward the sound and he could tell that it was coming from that building.

He debated his options: He could run in but then he'd be trapped inside with narrower paths, easily cornered, so if this were some sort of trap then he'd be ambushed. But as far as he knew, he never encountered dogs that had devised such a plan, but that didn't mean that they weren't capable of it. That building could be full of dogs, and he certainly smelled a lot of them, but would they really try to ambush someone? What would be the purpose? From what he had seen this place didn't seem so scarce of food that they would turn on each other, and he had yet come across cannibalism, so what would be their purpose to lure a dog or dogs here and ambush them? What if someone really needed help in there?

Coming to a decision he made his way silently across the street, keeping low and made his way to the back area, trying to avoid any windows. He searched around till he came across an open doorway, and peering in he could see some trash lying on the floor and a flight of stairs. He crouched low with his belly to the ground, only his head peeking around the corner, and he lifted his snout to sniff the air. There were dogs, but not nearby. He pushed himself up onto his paws and crept silently in, his ears listening for the sound of barking, and began to make his way up the stairs. He was careful with every step, looking further up to make sure he wouldn't accidentally walk right into any other dogs, and stopped where he heard the barking the loudest. All the doors were opened in this apartment, meaning that dogs had already managed to make their way out, and had seemed to break some of the doors so that they couldn't swing back shut. Tai kept low, wandering into a long hallway with doors lining on either side of him, and became quickly aware of the stench of death. It was nothing new to him but he was surprised to detect such a stench in a place like this. But then again, perhaps he shouldn't be, considering many dogs would have needed their owners to survive.

He came to a corner and crouched low once more, poking his head around to see a rather small speckled dog down the hallway, discovering the source of the noise. He was about to come out when another larger dog came in. The other was a she-dog with a red pelt who was currently speaking to the other dog, and though there seemed to be an annoyance in her tone and stance, there was no outright aggression. In fact, though he scented other dogs here, none of them seemed to hold an air of aggression or violence, so they all must live together here rather peacefully. Even if some of it was tolerance of one another.

He wondered if he should remain hidden. There was no wind to blow his scent to them, and the stench of death would likely cover it, so they wouldn't be able to detect him. Just so he could figure out what was going on, but then it might not look good for him if they somehow found him while he was hiding, and neither of the dogs seemed aggressive and would do him harm. There also weren't any other dogs nearby to ambush him, at least as far as he could tell, and if things did go south for any reason then he knew his escape route and could quickly book it if the case called for it.

He stood up and made his way calmly from around the corner, making no attempt to keep quiet and even purposely made himself a little louder to make himself known, that way he would not startle either of the dogs. After all the two seemed quite acquainted with each other and might have lived around here for a while, so it was likely that both of them would recognize right away that he was not a familiar face, and that alone would cause them to be more cautious of him and consider him a threat.

"I am a friend." He tried to reassure them. "I don't bring any harm. I heard your call and came to investigate, I don't mean to intrude into your territory unannounced."




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