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THE DOMESTIC:
Big Yellow

THE FERAL:
none

THE INFECTED:
Cheyenne

THE MOON RUNNERS:
none

LONG GONE:
none

THREADS:

BIG YELLOW:
none

CHEYENNE:
Adrenaline Rush

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[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i54.tinypic.com/riakux.jpg] NAME: Big Yellow NICKNAME(s): none AGE: 7 GENDER: Male SPECIES: Canine BREED: Golden Retriever COLOR: dark amber gold HEIGHT: show typical 24 inches at withers WEIGHT: 72 lbs DEFORMITIES: None. PERSONALITY: Big Yellow is a dog that holds onto the hope that everyone seems to have forgotten. He used to be easy going, the typical excited and friendly golden retriever. Over time and through the trials that all of the domestic animals faced, Big Yellow became somber and rational in every decision he made and every thing he did. Many dogs, Wolf and his followers especially, ridiculed him for being short sighted and a dreamer. Still, he holds strong, convinced of the fact that the humans did not abandon them. Convinced that one day, if he searched long enough, the humans would be found, and so would all of the canines that had went to rescue them. He believes in being faithful, no matter what the personal cost. Big Yellow tries hard to be rational in everything he does. He thinks before he speaks or acts, and searches for a way to overcome a problem without need for any type of bloodshed. He detests violence and is depressed any time he is forced to fight. Still, loyalty and duty come above all else with him. A trait that all golden retrievers are known for. He will fight to protect his pack, the few dogs that believe as he does, that the humans will return one day. He's not always so serious. When the moment arises, he takes full advantage of the good times. He loves to just run, or swim, having fun on a summer or spring day. In those rare moments when he isn't forced to be serious and calculating, when he can be the dog that he used to be, sitting and playing with the puppies that his pack has. Big Yellow understands his responsibility, to protect and defend the memories that all the dogs have. So that no one will ever forget the humans amidst all the chaos. LIKES: Protecting his pack Holding onto hope Spring Swimming DISLIKES: Unnecessary violence Terror Sight (& Wolf) Winter Forgetfulness HISTORY: Big Yellow was the companion to a historian and his wife. He had a fun loving life, where everything was easy, relaxed, and laid back. He would go for runs outside with his owners and sit with them inside as they discussed the who, what, when, where, and why of everything that happened in the outside world. He never concerned himself with being serious, except for the occasions that his owners would sit and watch the news. He would watch the natural disasters and only be more firmly assured that he had the best life that any dog could dream of. He woke up one morning, wagging his tail and ready to go outside and swim, when he realized something. His companions, his family, they were gone. Panic set in quickly as he frantically searched the house. They weren't there. Quickly, he realized that there were no humans to be seen anywhere. He heard the yells and cries of the other dogs. Abandoned. That hated word was repeated over and over. When he couldn't take it any longer, he growled at them all. He tried to command attention the way he had seen people on the t.v. do it. He paced back and forth, and constantly made eye contact as he gave a long winded speech. As he fought to control his own terror, he also sought to calm the others. He was never known for being a leader. But he found that through his life, he was never overly emotional. As efficiently as he could, Big Yellow organized and helped the dogs. He sent out rescue teams, convinced they would come back bringing good news. His own son, Angel, was among the rescuers. They didn't come back. He fought against rising anger and hostility, and against the hopelessness that plagued them all. Three packs were formed, even as he sought to hold them together. A dog that had often sought his reassurance, a dog named Wolf, rebelled. A number went with him. Big Yellow was forced to fight, no only against the deadliness of winter, but also against his old pack mates. The war that ensued created another problem. Those who would not pick a side. Another pack split off. Big Yellow mourned the loss of those that had left, but pulled himself together. A team returned, telling of a wall that trapped them all in. The humans were gone. Still, loyal to the end, Big Yellow reassured everyone that the humans would not leave them, that they would come back. Only a few believed him. His pack, they would wait, and the humans would come back for them. -----A U D I T I O N . S E C T I O N----- PACK: Yellow Warriors NEW PACK NAME?: Not right now. My creativity is blocked XD HOW YOU BECAME THE LEADER: The humans. They were gone. Big Yellow let out a small mournful bark. He stood, his amber fur barely moving in the scarce wind as his large eyes took in the chaos as all the other animals realized what he already had. They were alone. His ears pricked forward as more cries of the abandoned animals flooded the air. A low growl rumbled in his throat, threatening. It's suddenness brought a rapt silence in the mayhem. Big Yellow had never growled in his life. He was the easy going dog in the neighborhood, who was always romping in his yard, enjoying life to the fullest. No more. He scanned the shocked and pitiful faces of the canines that stared at him, waiting for an explanation. "They did not abandon us." His voice was low, bordering on a snarl. He would not fight them, but he needed to hold their attention. Small whimpers broke the dead silence. "They would not abandon us." He insisted. Leveling his steady gaze on all of them, he walked forward. "Our humans will return, if we will stay strong together." Birds chirping in the trees was the only sound that met his attentive ears. "When they return, we will be alive and well, and waiting for them. Think of their disappointment and sadness if we were all gone. We are their companions and we will hold firm." He felt the number of eyes on him as he walked. The pressure that accompanied this attention was more than he could bear. He never wanted this. But he would wait. This chaos had to stop, or the humans would return and find their homes and friends in wreckage. "We will stay together and no harm will come." He stopped walking, turning his head slowly and meeting their eyes. Heads dipped in quiet acceptance. HOW YOU'D REACT TO A CHALLENGE: Big Yellow regarded the challenger with a steady gaze. "What offense have I committed that such a challenge should be issued? Who have I wronged?" His words were spoken with clarity, and no emotion was seen on his calm features. "This pack is to stand united, against the dogs that ravage our lives, those who have forgotten our past. Slowly, he stood from his seated position. His amber fur fluttering slightly with the wind created by his movements. No other dogs made a move. The entire pack was silent, shock and curiosity on every face. Perhaps fear. "Perhaps I am not the best leader, some of you may believe. But surely a tried and true warrior is superior to the unknown?" His ears pricked forward, as if in expectation that he would receive a response. None came. The large golden retriever sat back down. The soft grass under his paws offering little comfort in the current situation. The challenger did not appear to be swayed by his words. He glanced at the pack. Their reaction was mixed. Some would support the usurper. He bowed his head with a heavy sigh. "For the protection of this pack, I cannot allow another to take my place, should that dog prove unfit to lead. It is a risk that could endanger the lives of too many." His amber colored body grew stiff, and the fur on his neck began to raise. "For their lives, and for the lives of those we search for, I accept your challenge." THE FUTURE OF THE PACK: The Yellow Warriors will live in the safety of their original neighborhood. Big Yellow will see that they are fed. Hunting and gathering groups will be formed, so that no dog goes hungry. Scouts and sentries will be placed so that the pack will be well protected from the unknown and from the packs that wish them harm. A guard system will be set in place for the packs protection, with an assigned guard for the pups of the pack. Big Yellow will organize everything so that everything runs smoothly, so that when the humans return everything will be in order. Periodically, assigned teams will be sent out, and report back to Big Yellow on the status of the wall, including irregularities or if nothing has changed.

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[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,1,true][atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background, i53.tinypic.com/315edjo.jpg] NAME: Cheyenne NICKNAME(s): Chey AGE: 3 1/2 years GENDER: Female SPECIES: Canine BREED: Saluki COLOR: Tri-colored EYE COLOR: Dark brown PHYSIQUE: Sleek/slender with long legs and a tapered muzzle. HEIGHT: 21 inches WEIGHT: 43 lbs DEFORMITIES: None PERSONALITY: Cheyenne is quiet. She has never been much of a talker and drifts often to the outside of a pack. With quick eyes and sharp ears she very intelligent and a keen observer. Chey is prone to judging people before she even gives them a chance. First impressions are vital to her, and if you strike her wrong, she is likely to come at you full force. Despite her light body, she is one to consider carefully, as anything could set her off. Chey is independent to her core, and often refuses to speak to other if she deems them unfit of her attention. Haughty is something she is often accused of being, and sometimes, it is even true. If she dislikes someone, she is not afraid to show it. As she was bred to be a show dog, disdain is easy for her to show. Chey has never trusted anyone in her life. She was bred to show, and that is all she has ever done. Her life has made her leery and even aggressive, in a more passive way, as she was also very well trained. As per her instincts, Cheyenne has trouble resisting a chase. Her lithe body was built for speed and stamina, and when something runs, she is bound to set off after it. Chey has rapid mood swings, and though most of her personality is more negative, she can be sweet. She wants to find someone she can trust, but doubts that she ever will. When she's chasing something, that is when she's happy. PACK: None REASONS: She's sick of waiting, and sick of the fools that hold onto hope. It's a dog eat dog world, and she's not on the menu. LIKES: Running Being on the outskirts Freedom The woods DISLIKES: Obeying orders Sitting still Attention Hope HISTORY: Cheyenne was bred and raised to be the perfect show dog. Her fur was silky smooth, and her muzzle tapered just so. She was everything that her owners wanted, and everything that they had paid for her to be. She was raised in a way that most people would see as... unusual. But for a show dog, it was normal. Her day was completely regulated. A timer rang at intervals, telling her owners when to walk her, when to train her, when to feed her, when to play with her. Everything was a schedule. Because as everyone knows, time is money. Affection and love were not a part of the equation. She was an asset, an investment for the future. She would make them money in the show ring. That's all she was good for. There were other dogs that her owners had. But, as time went on, the number dwindled. Those that didn't win, were sold off. She was a winner, something her owners constantly repeated. Each show was a success, if she didn't win, she placed, but more often than not, she won. Every show forced hope out of her. There was no hope, no love, no trust. Nothing. This was business. Then... they left. Just like that, freedom was handed to her on a silver platter. What could be better? Cheyenne was thrilled, and confused to see that the other dogs didn't feel the same way. Surely, she thought, they were captives as much as she was. Yet, the other dogs mourned and Cheyenne came to realize that with the humans, her source of food and warmth had also gone. She was a show dog, pampered beyond belief and too surly to gain favor in the eyes of the other dogs. And she was alone. Freedom, she discovered, was not a silver lining. While the other dogs pined for their owners, Chey realized what they would not. Life would never be the same, and the people would never come back. Why would they? Obviously, they had found more money elsewhere. There was no reason to hope. Hope was a sham. When one of the rescue groups finally returned, Chey learned that the freedom she had received was also a lie. They were trapped. Anger riled up inside her, if no one else understood, she would return to what she was before. A loner. She would not be lied to again.