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There have long been stray dogs in the city where The Tribe resides, but they were not always together in a clan. Long ago, these canines had to fend for themselves and had to kill off others in order to survive. Then Nyro arrived.It was Nyro who created The Tribe and personally killed off all those he thought unworthy of this powerful pack's presence. He created three Tribe Groups, each one of a different breed, and three "Elite" leader dogs. Corsica, son of Nyro would soon lead this great clan once his father died.Now things are not looking so good for The Tribe, as Nyro’s death doomed the clan to sadness another fate caused Corsica to worry, a legendary force of rebels will soon come to light and even the enormous power of The Tribe could be in danger… And who would lead this second group of rebel Border Collies, but the trusted Shadow, leader of The Tribe Group of Collies? Will you join the underground forces of the Rebels, or enhance the almighty Tribe?

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« Thread Started on Feb 24, 2006, 8:54am »

Silence was 'round the femme as she tread thru the scourings of her new abode. Russet shanks bore the ebonite weight of three summers. Skull flicked backwards as a soft meow sounded 'top the junkyard fence.

Feline

Zephyr stated..anger clear in her vocals. Frame lunged at the fence..hitting it full force with her shoulder and causing the tabby to fall inside the fence. She circled it full speed..snapping and snarling relentlessly. Then she halted..the cat was obviously scared..for it was spitting and hissing. A startled yelp escaped Zephyr as the cat leaped and slashed her 'cross the muzzle. She returned the cat's aggression with a powerful swipe of her own..sending the cat sprawling towards the fence in a cloud of dust. She stood..watching it. Waiting for its reaction. The feline regained its paws and glared at the fatale ..and started to hiss all over again. Not learning one bit from its lesson moments ago.

And so you shall meet your death

Dentals gnashed for its throat..but the feline dodged the oncoming attack and leapt into the atoms. Flying peds and occasional yelps aroused within the clearing..from within the cloud of dust. As the powder finally settled, there lay a mangled scene. The feline lay, torn open 'pon the abode. Crimson splattered the dry lands yearning for liquid..now with Zephyr's appearance, it had received its wanting.

Labois pulled 'gainst dentals in a harsh smirk. Saffron tainted mug nosed into the feline and the fatale ate her fill of her late prey. The scrawny tabby from over the fence.

Gaze drifted 'round the clearing, around the yard that was now home, or atleast Sanctuary. What shall become of me now?..thought the fatale as she paced the clearing..searching it out. Learning what had to be known. What is my lord like?..the fatale thought once more. What is my lady like? What is this life like?..the matron halted at that thought and asked it again..yet this time aloud.

What is this life like?

She questioned herself quietly..accentuating the question word..is. A growl escaped the fatale's vents as the question angered her. For she could not answer it. Peds swiped at the abode..sending clumps of dirt and dust spiraling into the atoms. This had been her way of relieving anger and stress over the years. This had been the way she was taught, had been brought up. This was the way she lived her life. Now, though, with the new Lord and Lady, it would be different.

« Last Edit: Mar 4, 2006, 6:19pm by :[..black zephyr..]: »

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