Loon | Male | 4 Years | Great Dane | Loner
Location: Softcall Forest
Mentions: Vera

The taste of mashed up marigold petals and leaves wasn't the most pleasant, but it wasn't as bad as shit. Loon hadn't personally tasted it, but he had shoved dogs' faces into huge, steaming piles of it before. That was always great fun. “Wouldn't know,” he mumbled around the specks of flower still stuck to his tongue. “Never tasted it.”

Oh, don't worry, child, he thought at her words. Many refuse to do favors in the beginning… but they come to realize they need me, and then they do as I please. Loon was full of false grandeur, the illusion of thinking himself high on a royal pedestal choosing to walk among the filth to give them the gift of him. Very few actually viewed him the same way, though one day he planned on raising a pup for the sole purpose of worshiping the very particles of dirt he trod on.

“It was no problem, Miss,” he said, dipping his head to her quickly before reeling it back up and having to bend his neck to gaze down at her. Her next question was a bit of a surprise. This fluffy mutt was part of the Darkbloods? How interesting. But Loon had a bit of a habit of lying, one he couldn't seem to break, though he never tried in the first place.

“No, I can't say I have. New in town, you see.” He had been there a month, and simply had stayed out of the way of the Darkbloods, not wanting to deal with them. Seemed he had accidentally stumbled on to one anyway. “Tell me about them,” he requested, making it clear in his voice that she didn't have to if she didn't want to. But most pack dogs loved talking about themselves and their packs. He doubted she was any different.



East | Female | 4 Years, 5 Months | Beauceron | Loner
Location: --
Mentions: --

((Is Headless returning, or should I just have East wait here until North or Checkers and Jax show up?))

Vera | Female | 2 Years Old | Yakutian Laika
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Location: Softcall Forest | Mentions: Loon, North

Vera snorted at his response, feeling comfortable enough around the strange dog to assume a more relaxed position. It took considerable strain off her leg and she sighed in relief. Part of her mind reminded her she barely knew Loon and should be wary, but the young female had never been shown even a tiny ounce of kindness in her life. Not from her birth pack or the new one. She still couldn't imagine way the Dane would want to help her, and if she'd been able to figure it out then it might have angered her enough to try leaping for his throat. For now however, she was clueless. "I didn't expect you had. Never know around this place though." It felt good. To be cared for even a little bit.

As Loon asked her to tell him about the Darkbloods she suddenly hesitated again. For some reason it was really hitting her now how little she meant to them in the scheme of things. None of them had come looking for her. Not a single one. Not even the healer. Her ears folded back against her head. She loved North. He was her everything... 'You mean nothing to him. You never have. You never will,' A small voice whispered in the back of her head and she bristled in denial, even if part of her knew it was true. If he had seen her as even a little bit irreplaceable he would have sought her out. He did not.

Her expression darkened and she laid her head down between her front paws. Packs were supposed to be a family, or so she heard. Had she ever been anything to anyone other than a machine to fight and hunt for them? "They aren't worth talking about," she finally grunted out. Her mind might yet change, but she couldn't help the fresh wave of bitterness washing over her. If they didn't care about her why should she give a damn about them? She was better than this. Better than them, and one day she'd show them that. North especially. 'You haven't seen the last of me, and when you do, you'll be sorry.'

Loon “Matthew” | Male | 4 Years | Great Dane | Loner
Location: Softcall Forest
Mentions: Vera, North

Loon took in her stance, how she seemed to soften her muscles and allows the tension in them to ease enough to calm her agitated leg. Good. It wouldn't help him any if she injured that leg farther, and if her demeanor meant anything, she didn't want to hurt it any more than she had to. Though, come to think of it, their encounter had been peculiar enough that they hadn't introduced themselves. That simply wouldn't do, and he'd be sure to tell his name when he got the chance.

In reality, he knew who the Darkbloods were. A band of dogs that called themselves a pack, but really, would a pack have left a member out to die? Even as a psychopath, Loon would have gone searching for this dog, if for no other reason than to make sure she could go on worshiping the ground he walked on, as he hoped to get her to do one day. But first he needed to break her from the spell of the Darkblood's leader, North. His gaze traveled over her face and noticed something dark behind her eyes. It reminded him of doubt, something he had caused in many dogs himself, and the hairs on her neck stood as the darkness passed through. It may not be as hard as he thought to break her from North's clutches. He remained silent, though, allowing her own mind work against her, no doubt revealing to her how little her “pack” actually cared about her. She was out in the middle of the woods talking to some feral dog when she should be getting treated for her wound by their healer, after all.

“Well, then, miss,” he said, “let's talk about you instead. Forget about the pack for now.” A sharp wind cut through the trees and chilled him, but more than that, he noticed the debris it was kicking up. Glancing at her leg, he barked, “You should get back inside that den of yours, miss. Ol' Matthew will lay outside and keep the wind from getting to you.” The things I do to create loyal followers, he thought.



East | Female | 4 Years, 5 Months | Beauceron | Loner
Location: Headquarters
Mentions: Nambia, North

The Beauceron's ears went back, flattening against her skull at the pure look of sadness in Nambia's eyes. All other things forgotten, she moved forward and licked the Dalmatian's cheek, then, noticing that the other had continued to thump her tail against the hard floor. Bouncing back, she lowered herself into a play bow and let her tongue loll out of the side of her mouth.

“Let's play!” she yipped. “My brother North used to play tag with me. Wanna play tag?” The chewed nub that was her tail wiggled in joy at the thought of jumping around trying to avoid being tagged. It was a pleasant memory, too; North had been the stronger of the two, but she was faster. Still, she often made dumb mistakes just to let him catch up and boop that cold, wet nose of his into her side, making her squeal in delight as he took off in the other direction. If only he were there now, perhaps she could convince him to play with her and her new friend.

Vera | Female | 2 Years Old | Yakutian Laika
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Location: Softcall Forest | Mentions: Loon, North

Vera shivered as the wind picked up, spraying them both with snow and potentially rubbish. Her nose wrinkled a bit at the thought of being buried in trash and frozen water. Loon's voice interrupted her odd thoughts, urging her to return to her den. "Matthew huh? That's the weirdest name I've ever heard," she snorted before rising to her paws again. "Forget it Matthew. I'm not gonna curl up like some spoiled pup while you freeze your ass off out here. We'll find somewhere else you can fit yourself in too."

She took an experimental step forward and found her other three legs were doing a good enough job keeping her upright. Limping onward she sought out some other form of shelter. Something that would offer the spotted Dane some protection from the worsening weather as well. Loon's false kindness had already warmed the young female to him enough to want to keep him around for the foreseeable future. She had expected Loon to push her for more information about the Darkbloods. Instead he had asked about her. No one ever asked about her!

North came to mind again, her brain nagging her about showing such disrespect for her leader. How could she say he wasn't worth talking about? He was amazing. 'He doesn't care about you...' The voice in her head reminded her and instead of making her angry this time it just made her heart sink. Vera's head lowered a bit as blue eyes continuing searching the landscape for suitable a den. "Focus on finding shelter girl. You can think about him later," she mumbled to herself, likely still loud enough for Loon to hear.