Mafia Dogs Chapter 4: Sparatic DevelopmentsGov woke up sore and stiff, flopping onto her side with a grunt, muscles aching like she'd ran a marathon - and she essentially had. Her training has been rigorous, with laps around the island being her favourite task. This little pit bull mix loved the freedom that came with running, and she felt like she could do anything when her heart was pounding away and the wind was whipping past her torn ears and feeling invigorating on her neck now that she was rid of the chain. Though she was hurting, Gov beamed, tongue flopping out of the side of her dry mouth, and she sniffled around curiously, before standing, wobbling slightly, exiting the ship, and looking for a puddle to drink from. The white pup looked transformed from the ghost that she was when she arrived - her shoulders were strong and her legs were muscular, and nothing could compare to how bright and clear her eyes seemed nowadays. Gov was a completely different dog, and her broken tail wagged as the fresh air greeted her.
Mafia Dogs Chapter 4: FEESH!Whitelupine: Rosalin was out walking as well, happy with Gov’s progress in training so far she’d taken a day off to allow the pit mix to relax. Trotting along calmly with her tail swaying she’d caught the last bit of Kivo and Damia speaking. She’d approach her leader’s sister calmly “Hello?” she’d greet curiously canting her head a bit at the coywolf.
kamikins: Damia perked when she saw Rosalin, but her smile faded slightly as her usual apprehension returned. "... Hello," she offered with a very slight wag of her tail. She tried to show that she was friendly, but... She wasn't sure if she had quite mastered that yet, even after her interaction with Kivo. "...You're Sorte... Right? I'm... Emir's sister." Thinking about Emir had her tail wag a little bit more. "Damia. I'm... I'm Damia," she added somewhat hastily. Whoops.
Whitelupine: Rosalin smiled pleasantly at the pup, she was family so it was only natural she be nice. She’d wag he
Mafia Dogs Chapter 4: Old Friends and New OnesAfter last night Beo had been sleeping rather uneasily in the subway car, laying on his side he let out a rather large sigh, squinting he’d roll onto his stomach and raise his head before standing up and heading out side for some air. He’d shake his fur out making it fluff up a bit as he went for a walk towards the beach, head raised a bit to look around calmly.
Dakota woke up earlier in a strange place a beach. She didnt know a beach. She exhaled as this isnt the first time she was alone and abandon. She would though be next to a tree laying next to it and looking at the waves. She would though smell familiar packs and it brought her back to her younger years well mostly younger years. She would think of what they would think and will she be accepted back. She wondered how the pups she helped save would be and if they were alive. Were they captured or were they here. She would Stay where she was till she could figure out where she could go. She hated being alone. But she d
Mafia Dogs Chapter 4: The Stars Held Witness<Whitelupine> He hadn’t been able to sleep so the graying kangal had gotten up and left the tunnels to go for a walk along the beach. His paws sinking into the sand as he went along on his three legs. He’d hum and look out to the sea which shimmered a bit from the moonlight. His aging copper eyes watched the waves as he sat down slowly and let out a calm sigh.
ElectricSimphony>Gretta happened to be roaming around that area, lonely and confused on this new island; she walked with pride and elegance, but by only looking at her blue eyes you could tell the dog was a little bit frightened. She had been captured by humans once more, and had ended up on this strange new piece of land, that reeked with the hodor of other dogs she was yet to meet.
<Whitelupine> Beo was staring out into the ocean when the scent of a stranger filled his nose, he scented Trieste and turned his head, standing up to look as the white dog approached. His copper eyes locking o