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Plot: A group of street dogs who are as scared of humans as they possibly could be, suddenly find themselves caught and put in the pound. When they only have a few hours left to live, their lives are saved by a few fire fighters who decide to adopt them. But little do they know, that upon being adopted, they find they'll have to face their second biggest fear yet: Fire. Will they face their fears or will they be corrupted in the process?

Rules:
~Basic AS Rules

Bio:

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Breed:
Personality:
History (optional):
Crush:
Mate:
Other:
Appearence:

My Charries:

Name: Chase
Gender: Male
Age: 2 1/2 years
Breed: Border Collie x Australian Shepherd
Personality: Will Reveal in RP
History (optional): ---
Crush: Open
Mate: None
Other: None
Appearence: http://www.gotpetsonline.com/pictures-g ... e-0027.jpg

I have a question; Was this meant to be an open roleplay? Or is someone actually doing it with you?

Oh I'm sorry it was meant to say *Windancer and Hunter* XD My bad xDDD

Lol. No problem. For a second, I didn't even recognize it as ours...-facepalm-

Name: Katya
Gender: Female
Age: 2, only a few months younger than Chase
Breed: Dalmation
Personality: Will Reveal
History (optional): -----
Crush: Open, maybe Chase later on
Mate: None
Other: None
Appearence: http://static.gotpetsonline.com/pictures-gallery/dog-pictures-breeders-puppies-rescue/dalmatian-pictures-breeders-puppies-rescue/pictures/dalmatian-0042.jpg

Mk let's start then ^^

Chase trotted along the sidewalk, craving some fresh sausage or carnage. His mouth almost dripped with saliva as he spotted a meat store. The owner was just leaving and it seemed like the perfect time to steal a meal. Chase grinned, licking his canines. The second the butcher left, he sprinted towards the meat locker. Once inside, there was any type of carnage a dog could ever dream of. Steak, ribeye, beef, chicken, sausage, it had it all. He swiftly grabbed a sasauge and swung it around his neck. He then grabbed a bag and stuffed a few beef steaks, t-bones, and chicken breasts, along with a few racks of ribs. After that, he slyly slid his way out of he door and without another word headed back to the alley.

The delicious smell of fresh meat was on the air, and Katya lifted her spotted head, eyes lighting up with interest and hope. She padded out of the alley she had wandered into, only to run into the owner, or theif, of the meat. "Oh, uh, sorry," the Dalmatian stuttered, her eyes closing partway in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to-" A liquid growl interrupted her words, and her flustered appearance grew sheepish.

Chase smiled, tilting his head. He dropped the bag. "Hey, no harm no foul." He grinned slyly. "I have plenty. I don't mind sharing." He tipped over the bag, revealing all the delicious, juicy meats inside. "Go ahead and take as much as you want." He was being surprisingly giving. Most street dogs who hit the jackpot like him wouldn't dare share anything with anyone. But he didn't like being like everyone else. He liked being unique. He liked being a friendly, but still pretty cool, kinda stray.

Katya was surprised by this, as most strays wouldn't hesitate to keep it all for themselves, sharing nothing. This hybrid appeared to be...different, though, which was definately a good thing. "Thank you," a surprised, but grateful look on her face. She hesitantly pulled out a link of sausage, her salivating mouth and empty stomach screaming at her to dig in. She quickly ate, and the link was soon gone....it had been what felt like a month since she had eaten properly.

Chase quickly said, before grabbing a t-bone steak himself, "Go ahead and eat as much as you want. There'll probably be a lot of leftovers. And if not, there's plenty more in the meat locker over there." His eyes gestured towards the direction from where he came. And as he began gnawing on the big steak, ripping off the meat while at the same time chewing the bone, he asked, "Hey I never caught your name. What was it?"

Katya dropped the ham she had been dragging away from the pile to answer. "My names Katya," she replied. "What's your's?" It was only while asking this did she realize how rude she had been; eating a kind dog's food without even introducing herself. Her mother would be ashamed...if she were here. Shaking off that melancholy thought, she waited for an anser, a warm look in her brown eyes.

Before continuing gnawing on his steak, he bowed jokingly. "Nice to meet ya. The name's Chase." He stood up proud, almost like a prince. But eventually, his expression broke out into a smile. He chuckled a bit nervously, but you could still hear a tint of humor to the sound. "So... how come you're on the streets?" he asked, hoping he wasn't getting too personal, then contemplating on that thought, added, "I mean, if you want to say. If not, I understand." He looked at the ground, remembering his own past and wishing he could put it behind him.

Katya smiled. The stray had a natural humor that put her at ease. Taking a bite from the juicy ham, she quickly swallowed, then answered. "I don't mind saying. My mother was also a stray. I was born on the streets and raised on the streets. My mother convinced me to join her, and live with humans once, but I left after a few hours..."

Chase nodded, letting in the information she gave. He breathed slowly, all humor for once leaving his system as his memories caressed the back of his brain. "I... uh... well... I was born as a street dog. Some humans found me on the side of the road and treated me really good. But then...." he paused, feeling slight emotional pain slap his mind. After a few moments he continued, "I was stolen from my owner. The new person was a straight out bully. He brought over his friends everyday and watched me sulk in my pitiful state. I had been locked up in a cage, bruised, beaten, and wanting to end it all. Then, it seemed, that one day my wish would come true. When they let me out of the cage and poured gasoline all over my tail and back. When they threw a lit match at me.... I ran. I ran to wherever I felt was right.... I...." he stopped talking, a slight tear soaking his recently dry cheek. He turned away for a moment, revealing his tail, whch was scarred badly with burns at the tip, but was mostly hidden by fur. You couldn't really see the back burns unless you looked very hard, but you could clearly see the burns and bad memories on the top of his tail...

Katya had fallen into a solemn, sympathetic mood. "I'm sorry, Chase," she said. Seeing others in pain oftem made her hurt inside too, and her eyes were hot with unshed tears. "I'm sorry," she repeated, sympathy radiating out of basically every part of her being.

Chase sighed and turned back to her, tears gone as his memories faded away from the present and went back to where they belonged: the past. As he turned he said with the biggest smile he could manage, "It's alright. Now..." he paused, his funny personality coming back to him once more. "Let's dig in till we cant move anymore cause we're so full!" he chuckled.