Left alone in strange lands [Open]

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The Doorman peered over from his hiding place, between an alley wall and a small dumpster. His street pack were also hiding in areas around the perimeter, noses and tails well hidden from the old catcher. They all had the same plan in mind; it was the same plan that has saved them countless times from any dog snatcher. First, when the catcher wasn't looking, the Doorman would emerge and bark, merely inviting the catcher over to his position. Then Darrell, the large husky mix, would emerge from his spot, and run off into another direction, in clear sight of the human. But before the man could make his move, Haley, the little agile terrier, would run up and nip his ankles, all the while, the other few animals in their pack would make their easy escape. It somehow worked every time. 

And so every creature knew their role. The Doorman stepped out from behind the dumpster and gave his most vicious growl. He knew what the catcher thought: a rottweiler is always dangerous. Darrell stepped out too, and made his run. But where was Haley? The Doorman spotted his friends moving away from the scene, suddenly aware that there was more than one catcher. The man in front of his let out a cackle, and then began the chase. Both the Doorman and Darrell lost track of their pack, and instantly split up, knowing that they would find each other again. 

But they never did, and here the Doorman stood, feeling guilt over the entire situation. For maybe the first time in his life, he could not save his pack. He lost his family, and his own brother. What's worse is that he doesn't know what happened to them. Anything could have happened: any or all of them could have been caught. Who got away? Would he find any of them again? These questions were all left unanswered as the Doorman walked through new territory. His dirt caked paws stepped over farm lands, and old weeds. 

But he found this land a bit stranger than most. Where were the humans? All he had seen were over sized rats, roaches, old cows, maybe even a dog or two who quickly scurried out of his view. Having grown up around humans had shaped the Doorman and his entire life, so not even hearing the chit chat of their voices was strange. Slightly confused, the rottweiler found his way into a large scrap yard and examined the cars to get his mind off of the past few days. Was there any one here? 

[Tundra ?]

Draco was hiding from anyone to catch him. He was a player, a ladies man, he lived for the thrill they brought to his life- and yet somehow, he just wasn't a social man today. Even though he had thought about going to the lake, or padding around the town square where all the real canines were, he wasn't in the mood. He was tired, and yet every time he turned around a boost of energy hit him. Maybe it was the strong prey drive nestled in his stomach that needed to get free and loose; to run around and chase things. No. Draco was a narcissistic beast who thought strongly on his heritage and linage his forefathers brought to the table. It was a good thing when you though about it; he could join any pack- even the ones with blood restrictions. He was a free man though, he held no allegiance to anyone but himself. He was loyal for a time before his mind wandered off into other places. He would love to start his own gang, small pack with a few members just like himself, but then the responsibilities that went along with it..just..not Draco's thing.

He would loved to be looked upon as leader, alpha, the brave soldier. But it wasn'y his deal. It wasn't Draco's trademark. Besides. What if the pack members fell in love? The alpha always got first dibbs on ladies. That was his job. And then sooner or later, the packs would have a falling out because there would be too many offspring and not enough thrones. It would be tough. Draco didn't feel like doing anything though. It was warm, just enough to make his black fur itch. The breeze felt extremely nice, but when you have two thick layers of snow coat on, trying to rebuild, today wasn't his day. The large figure let out another lazy yawn, his canines glittering in the bright sun rays, eyes squinting to keep up with the beat of his heart. He placed his head on his paws, took a heavy breath in and out. The scrap yard was okay, metal on metal, the heat was just soaked up on everything in this place of Saddle Creek. It wasn't exactly the best place to keep the sun off your eyes, but Draco had found the perfect spot he could wiggle into, the cool breeze keeping him from overheating. The only time he would get out from his crawlspace was if he needed water. Damn it.

Draco cursed himself for bringing that term into his mind; now his body yearned for it. Water. The taste of the liquid to his hungry soul was replenishing, finally, some sense came into the boy. The felt-like soft ears bent down as he maneuvered his way out of the cooling trap he had made for himself, back out and haunches low to the ground, scraping against the dirt ground. He shook his pelt, the sun now fully glaring down its wrath upon his fur, though he had shed, it was trying to grow back his winter coat. Draco panted heavily, nose lifted to the scent of where he had just ventured from; the town where the lake was. Ahh. Water. Coolness.

Out of the blue, Draco was caught off guard by another stocky, black and red canine. Draco immediately stood alert, haunches raised a bit and ears and eyes alert and ready for the rottweiler's response to him. He seemed to be relaxed and calm, Draco sending alert body signals; but you could never be to careful these days.

Words: Six hundred twelve
Notes: Hello! I have come to play. c;
Muse: Okay

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There wasn't too much to see in the scrap yard, cars upon more cars, tractors lying unused, and random strips of metal sticking out, nearly scratching the large rottweiler. The Doorman carefully made his way through the yard, crawling in and out of rusting cars. Each car was different, and the dog had never been able to get this close to any before. In his mind, cars were usually associated with humans, and he learned that humans were never to be trusted. There were very few that he did trust: his human family, and the man that saved his family when he was born. But those people were not here, therefore the Doorman trusted no man. 

But he sure was excited to be able to get closer to the metal contraptions that spouted oil and growled as it made it's way down roads. With the strange lack of humans here, the Doorman felt somewhat safer here in this shiny, dirty haven. He might have carried on longer, but the sun beat down on his dark fur, and the rays reflected off of every surface in the area, almost blinding if looked at with the right angle.

He stood there on a truck bed for a moment, wondering what he could do next, and how to get out of the sun for the time being. This was troubling for him, considering he had no idea where he was, or where he was going. Having an idea, he jumped to the top of the truck's cab and looked out over the land. From where he was, all he saw was farmlands. Grunting, he fell back onto the bed, his claws clicking at the metal. Realizing that he would have to learn these lands and that there was only one way to do it, he dropped onto the dirt with a loud 'thump.' 

The Doorman didn't get very far when he noticed another dog in the area, and this time, it was a dog that didn't scurry away at his mere scent. In front of him was a large german shepherd, standing in an almost intimidating manner. The rottweiler was already in a state of attention, standing tall and proud. His ears leaned slightly forward, but he kept a calm stature. "Hello." He spoke in a low, raspy tone, woven with small curiosity, interested in this new canine.

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Notes: Great! This should be interesting.
Muse was okay but slow

[Tundra ?]

Since the Rottweiler didn't react aggressively or demanding towards Draco, he figuired he could let his guard down for now. He was a friendly canine, a little bit anti social, but friendly. He didn't really care for males as much as he did females, but it was something to do to get his mind of finding water. It wasn't like they lived in a desert, Winter was almost here, Draco could tell by the lands and the way the wind rustled his fur as an early sign. Everyone was catching meals each day to save up for when everything went into hibernation. Draco shrugged. It could be a decent idea. Now that he had no one to 'play' with, he was determined to find or do something with his life. He wanted a quick fix. A quick round. Something to jazz up his afternoon or week, then to fade away as winter approached. Draco really could hardly wait for his favorite season of the year to approach. It was rapidly. Except for today. It was like falling backwards, the weather was.

The other male looked like he was expecting someone, or even perhaps, surprised that Draco was standing in front of him. Maybe he was new around here. Not that Draco really knew who lived here or not, he didn't really invite himself into that sort of activity with other dogs. As the large German shepherd studied him, he thought he looked very intrigued by the cars around him; the metal luggers hanging around this piece of crap yard. When the low voice of a older male exited his alto notes from his vocal cords, Draco was relieved: an elder, perhaps? Not so, the body looked stocky and build, fine tuned and very healthy; just as Draco's. Perhaps he would be in shape enough to come hunting with him? They always said that hunting with two was much easier than one. You could use team work to kill your victim. Draco was a one man show for most things, but this, no, he couldn't pass this opportunity up.

"Well. I wasn't expecting company today, to be honest. And you yourself look surprised to see me as well-tell me, are you new to Saddle Creek?"
Wow. Draco couldn't believe himself. A first comment and reply without sarcasm..that had to be a new record.