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Ooc: The rest of you guys that posted (those of you who are still with us an interested that is) can jump in too, when you're ready. Sorry for the wait, it touch and go sometimes, but eventually we get it all worked out. This will now be Blitz's color (gray). This will be Gabe's (maroon).


A dog with gray fur, topped with an even darker shade and reddish-brown spots mottled onto his back stared longingly into the distance southward, the general direction of the lower 48 states. His fur was shaggy and thick, but not much longer than the average for a husky mix, and certainly no shorter despite the Plott hound blood running somewhere in his heritage. The ear that looked as if it had been dipped into that same reddish-brown as his spots, his socks, and the small patch over his left eye flopped a little. It did that sometimes, when it was feeling particularly feisty about standing straight up like it should, another indicator of his mixed origins. He blinked, green eyes shining brightly in the midday sun as it reflected off the permafrost on the ground and he sighed deeply.

"You didn't even say goodbye. But, I guess you couldn't." His voice was soft, surprisingly so. It wasn't feminine, but it was gentle and filled with a sense of deep sadness. His eyes even conveyed that message, in the way he just looked so longingly toward where he knew she was. She was probably running, even now. Heck, she was good at it, and hopefully she and the rest of the team would win. But how he missed her. How he'd missed her every minute she hadn't been with them. It hadn't been until recently that he'd let it get him down, though.

"What do you see in him? What does he have that I don't?" A light huff left him. He'd never seen the one she'd given her affections to, but Dis had told him he was a wolfdog, like Blitz. There were surprisingly more and more of those in Nome, as it became more socially acceptable and mushers wanted an edge for their teams - powerful animals with speed, strength, and endurance, but without being fully wolf and having to contend too much with instincts. She hadn't told him that it had been one of the great Balto's children, though. That would have simply crushed him, since Blitz had always idolized the famous hybrid. He turned his gaze away from her and said under his breath, "I'll find some way to win you back. Even if I didn't really have you." The sadness lingered in his eyes, but it was accompanied by determination now.

As he turned fully to go down the street, his gaze caught the very dog he was destined to compete with. The mutt smiled, covering his thoughts from before and wagged his tail half-halfheartedly at the other figure. "Hey, dude. You look about how I feel right now. Lost your someone special too?"

(Oooh, shouldn't be surprised with you coming back after a long absence with this xD . The plot thickens)

Slyth stood there for several minutes in a bit of a haze. He was just struggling with getting around his head how he was gunna survive these next few weeks. Completely isolated from the two he desired to be with most. One was going to get gone for weeks. The other....possibly wouldn't come back. If there was no cure for her in Anchorage....well...he didn't wanna think about it.

Unknowingly though, he was starring off in the same direction as the other figure he had failed to noticed before. Apparently his demeanor reflected perfectly with the way he felt, because without even exchaning words, he guessed correctly what he was struggling on the inside. Once he caught the brute's words and turned his attention to this other dog, he looked him over once and automatically responded to words he only partially caught. "Im sorry?"

He was really out of it. He had no way of finding out if either one of them was okay or not. He just had to sit on pins and needles for the next month before he found out. Now that he knew what he wanted to do with these two fae's it just seemed like an act from a higher beeing that they were both abruptly taken away from him at once. Dis was still in here so maybe he could find her somewhere and talk to her. But he snapped back to reality and shook his head. Remembering suddenly there there was someone trying to talk to him.

"Oh....yea...right. Yea, she was just taken away..." He kept his eyes on the brute. But he wasn't acctually seeing the brute. His mind just continued to wonder despite his attempts to focus on the dog addressing him."

Reno's orange fur was full of water and mud after he came out of the swamp where he caught his meal; a little frog. It was like a meal for a king compared to the food he had caught over the last week. His ribs were sticking out so much, if you had a mallet, you can play them like a xylophone.

As he gobbled down his prize, the wolf trudged down the path leading to the city he had never gotten so close to in his life. He squinted as lights from the buildings became clearer... and also two canine's shadows. 'Who are they?' Reno wondered. Only one thought jumped into his mind; huskies. 'Those stuck-up purebreds.' he thought. 'If they ever found out I was a wolf, they'd have their posse tear me apart!' The golden wolf picked up his dirty paws as he sped up his pace, seeing that one of the dogs' coat was a dull red colour, almost close to Reno's aurum coat. The other dog was mostly grey, but with patches of red here and there. 'Interesting group.' thought Reno.

He approached quietly, his head down and whiskers flicking at the strong scent of domestic dog. His paws touched the ground almost as softly as a butterfly lands on a spring daisy. Reno's tail swished nervously from side to side as he got closer to the figures, whom seemed to be watching something in the distance. He cleared his throat harshly before he rasped, "H-Hello? What are you both looking at?"

-Here is nothing-

-here is nothing.

Bella, you were never accepted, and you should post in 3rd person

...Whaa? Um, ok...
And just a little, itty-bitty...
BUMP

Accepted