firo
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Post by firo on Feb 10, 2014 5:03:22 GMT
Judge
Judge was laying in the back seat of one of the old cars that were laying around. It was his home after all. Eh it's not like it was another pretty or special, it was in Mafia territory and he was a member of it. So he wasn't trespassing in fact he pretty much lived in this car. It still had a roof so the rain didn't get in, and there was enough of the back seat for him to stretch across on in a laying position. So really it was home. It was a cloudy day, some said it would rain others said it wouldn't Judge didn't care. Letting a yawn leave him, the Native American Indian dog rose to his paws and stretched. Poking his head out of the car and looking around. He wondered if anyone from the Mafia would show up, if it was a stranger then he didn't know what the others would think. Judge could chase em out or try to, but he was one for words. Fighting was only when he was sick and tired of something and in the mood. |
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Post by Morphine on Feb 10, 2014 5:13:05 GMT
Morphine's paws slowly trudged through the muck and mud that lined the car lot ground. It had rained the night before so everything was soaking wet and muddy. Not that he gave a crap no. The white fur on his paws were caked with mud as well as the fur on his belly. His blue eyes scanned around. The place was fairly empty for this time of day so he was pretty relaxed about it.
his nose detected the scent of another male. His musclces and hackels tensed but then he realized it was a pack member. Relaxing, he found the male in one of the cars. He smirked and stopped in front of it, tucking his hindquarters into a sitting position;forelegs keeping his upper body erect. Both ears were pricked and turned toward the other brute.
He felt a smirk forming on his face.
"Ah I see you've found the good 'ol car huh?" he asked tilting his head to the side. "Yep. this place is pretty awesome for hiding places." Morphine responded, his blue eyes catching the sunlight.
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Post by firo on Feb 10, 2014 5:17:36 GMT
Judge's ears perked and twitched as a scent came to him, however the dog soon came within sight and the adviser relaxed. It was Morphine, leader of the Mafia. Shouldn't be surprised to see the husky here, it was part of his territory. Nodding his head, Judge slowly left the car and sat down on the ground.
"Yes, it does well enough to leave in. No holes in the room and the backseat is long enough to allow a large breed to stretch out and lay there." Judge replied respectfully. "And how is your day Sir?"
Sir was a term of respect that Judge used. It felt best to the dog that saying Morphine's name might not be best, after all who knows what could set the male off. And the adviser didn't want to fight his leader, he was loyal and causing the leader any rage was a foolish idea.
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Post by Lyca on Feb 10, 2014 6:33:30 GMT
The black she-wolf walked in her usual way, her head low, her ears flicking in all directios for any sign of unwelcomed guests. Her dark eyes scanned the area as she walked her paws caked with mud, she had stayed in the old car lot and made herself comfortable at the far back end of the lot. Her treck forward allowed her time to think but she had no thoughts other then what she was going to do today. The scent of two males filled her nostrials as she made her way forward. The scents she knew well enough, they belonged to the leader and his advisor.
Just as she made a turn around an old car she spotted the two males. Her expression distant and cold as was her usual look besides the sometimes more than often bared fangs or aggressive expression she was known to use. She walked up to the two males but still sat upon her rump but a few feet away and remained silent as the males spoke. Though she was aggressive she knew better then to interupt the leader and the advisor when they spoke, yes she was young but she was by no means stupid. Her past experiences had taught her enough to survive.
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