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Delilah nodded and kept leading the way.

Jasper looked at Rocco and frowned. Then he saw rain poorind down to the ground "We have to now." he said

Flora frowned to she didn't like storms. She lowered her head. " I hate rain."

Name:Lark
Breed:Boarder collie mix
Age:10 months
Gender:Female
Apperence:http://www.deafdogsatlas.com/imgUSAfi/picINSamantha.jpg
Personality: will unravel in rp
History:was a happy pup throughout being raised but all changed when the hurricane hit.
Other (opptional):one of her eyes is blue and the other brown.she is very below average on size
Text color:thiss

Accepted ^^

ooc:so where are we at?

OOC: All of he dogs, except for Taz, are together, in an alley, about to go to a differ alley for shelter.

OOc:ok so is it ok for me to be just walking around and accedentally stumble down the ally?

Name: Marosca
Breed: Unknown; all that is know is that he is not a mix.
Age: 5 months (I'll have him play out as a pup in this RP)
Gender: Male(don't ask why, but every character except my fursona is male 0.o)
Appearance: http://i31.tinypic.com/2hia0xi.png
Personality: Marosca is a very responsible pup. While young and playful, he grows up basically by himself, and must mature faster than other dogs. He becomes more trusted and he is very dependable. He is also very determined and will get whatever he sets his mind to done.
History: Not much is known about this puppy besides that he was sold away from his parents, only to end up on the street when the owner's other dog doesn't get along well with Marosca.
Other (optional): He wears a thick, fitted rope collar around his neck.
Text color: Maroon

Accepted!

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"What'd I say?" he said back to Jasper. "You all are blowing this out of proportion. This is just an average storm. Nothing more, okay it might be a bit above normal but it ain't no monster. It's a bad storm all will be back to normal by morning." Rocco said getting more frustrated with everybody making a big deal of the storm.

"Get back here!" Marosca didn't understand what the human had said, but he had a feeling that the shaking fists and stomping feet were human ways of snarling and growling. He didn't stay around to find out; he started speeding down the dirt road when his jaw loosened and he dropped the porterhouse in his mouth. This isn't right, his conscience told him, making his ears pound. Go back and give it to him. Earn what you deserve. Marosca knew it was true, he couldn't take the meat the butcher had worked hard to sell, and that he had only snatched off of the counter. He whimpered and picked up the slab of meat carefully in his puppy teeth and sprinted back to the angry man. He dropped it at the man's feet and whimpered, looking up at him with big, green puppy eyes. His tail thumped apologetically on the dirt, sending a bit of dust into the air. The butcher smiled and pat the puppy's head. He then picked up the meat and looked at Marosca. "You know what?" he said, staring at the meat, then Marosca, "This is covered in dust and dirt, I can't sell this now. Here, little fella," he dropped the steak at the puppy's paws. "Take it, I've no use for it." Marosca understood not the words, but the man's kindness and generosity. He yipped happily, licked the man's fingers and picked up the steak carefully, as if afraid to take it because it would bite him back. He looked up at the man once more, wobbled from side to side with happiness and trotted back up the dirt path, into the city life. He heard hustle and bustle as people of all walks of life went this way and that. His eyes twinkled on a few, but he then tasted the fresh meat in his little jaws, and, feeling its weight-which was heavy for a young puppy- went into a small, cramped alleyway. He sat quietly and chewed on his steak, savoring its juices and flavors. He gazed dreamily at the end of the alleyway, and then- CRASH! Marosca nearly jumped out of his fur at the sudden ruckus and his ears perked at a silhouette sauntering through the dust towards the opposite direction of Marosca. Marosca nearly sighed in relief, but he didn't as he heard a deep voice of a male dog. He couldn't make out any words, but he understood that this voice was demanding. This was some sort of leader. Marosca thought he must have been, if he treated the other dogs this way. And then he heard words. "Are you nuts? This is nothing more than a bad storm. Nothing maybe but a few power outages here and there is all. Nothing to be afraid of." And then he heard another voice, a bit softer than the other, but unmistakably a male dog. "We have to now." Marosca didn't understand what these dogs were talking about, but he was curious to find out. He left the rest of his steak behind and cautiously approached the two figures. And then he felt something cold-something wet- hit his muzzle. Rain, he thought. Well, it won't stop my adventure. Maybe these are nice dogs. Maybe they'll let me be with them, and maybe they know where I can have a nice warm bed to sleep in and where I can get a meal to eat. Marosca thought this over and wagged his tail happily. He bounced through the rain until the two figures were visible. He could see them, and he knew they could see him.

Sorry it's suuuuuuuper long, but I had to get that done first. Then I could have him meet Rocco and Jasper and everyone.

Flora saw everyone looking at the two new dogs that had come into the ally. She walked up to the puppy and smiled down at him. "Hi little one. We won't hurt you." She said

Jasper heard Shadow and stopped arggueing he saw the feamale and smiled. "Hello." He said to her

Crash suddenly got a bit impatient. "Alright c'mon guys! Can we go/ I wanna get outta the rain already!"

"Uhhh... who are you?" Rocco asked noticing Marosca standing there just starring blankly at them. He didn't quite know what to make of the dog. He realized he was still a bit young and a puppy and decided from then to take it easy on the pup.