Here you will find the rules, as well as other guidlines and various, important articles. Please read the rules, Rules are a requirement. It is also advised you read the other information, too.

Before you roleplay you need to create a biography for your character.
-You must be accepted before roleplaying.
You may be accepted by any staff member.

If you want your character to be in a gang, here is the place to apply for one. Read through the boards and see which will fit your character best. If you already are apart of a pack, you can check here for pack updates, information, activity checks, and auditions.

Here you may post a log for your character including whatever you wish, such as where they have been, relationships, and thread or plots you plan on entering with your characters.

Have nay plot ideas for your character and another character, or maybe a few other characters? Go ahead and post it here to create and solve a plot with other members.

Is your character looking to have a mate? Or maybe you would like your dog to have one or to close pals that will have his/her back. You may put a wanted ad or post an advertisement for your character here.

If you may have one to many characters, and sadly can not keep all of them active, you may place their biography here and allow another member to roleplay as that character. You may request auditions if you like, too.

If you are planning on having pups, you will ned to post here using the forms. This is a fairly set up system, meaning the pups are randomized to fit real life situations, such as defection and still birth.

On the edge of Phereio City is a large, georgous building. It is a much older site, and the red/golden paint is begining to fade away. Some of it's mosaic window's has either shattered or are cob-web infested, and the structure looks as if it hasn't been tended to in years. Inside the two-door set is a large front room, where humans used to gather and socialize before and after the plays. It has nice, but older wooden floors, and marble tables. There are two broken down doors where you can enter the main room, or there are a set of stairs you can climb to sit in the two-seater that overlooks the plays. Those would call for a bit more privacy. In the theatre room, there are rows and rows of seats, along with a dim red carpet. The stage is exceptionatly large, and has a red velvet curtin. Backstage, there are old props, a closet full of clothes, and a hard wooden floor. The humans have abandond this once georgeous site, but now it is a home to the dogs of Phereio.

The exterior of the Asylum reminds strongly of an old manor, but when one enters the building, the only word that rings through your mind is ‘prison’. Many rooms hold manifestations of medical properties, including an entire operating table; but the majority of equipment isn’t like any you would find in a public hospital. Iron tables with leather straps to bind the patient to the cold surface are a major feature to be found. Aside from the clinical instalments, there are some darker hallways with cells aligned, some padded and all of them with heavy-duty double-doors, to ensure that none of the mental patients would escape. The futile breakout abilities were even more severed by the electrical fence that surrounded the Asylum’s grounds; however, the power lines to the grids have long been shut down after the mental institution had closed. All in all, a lot of the interior items have started to decay over the years, mould and grime a frequent sight amongst the walls. Some claim to hear the vain cries of the inmates echo through the halls, as if ghosts would inhabit the old, retired nuthouse. However, this has proven to be nothing more than a rumor.

In the middle of northern Phereio lies the massive Zoo. It has been long forgotten by the humans and is now simply a place for adventurous dogs to explore. The steel gate that once used to keep trespassers away now swings ajar, providing an entrance for dogs. Once you enter the zoo you will see yards of concrete that is cracked from the massive earthquake that hit long ago. You will also see the broken or collapsed vending stands and destroyed tables and chairs. To the left you will see a huge exhibit that once held the most popular attractions. The African elephants. At the time of the earthquake, the humans took the healthiest elephants but carelessly left the two older and sicker elephants to die. One of the elephant’s bones were strewn about but the other elephant’s skeleton has stayed intact all these years. After that there are more exhibits that housed lions, impalas, and most renowned among the canines, the wild dogs and wolves. At the very end of the zoo there is an old pizzaria, which has become quite the wreck. To the right of the pizzaria you will see more exhibits; some are empty while others have bones strewn all about. Finally, before you leave, you will see another exhibit that once held hippopotamus. This is perhaps the most interesting exhibit because in the middle there is a huge beach-like pool of grimy, algae-filled water. In the end, you will see the exit which is very simple. Just another gate where guests used to leave.

Located near the old commercial boat dock the old general warehouse sits. All produce and items that were being shipped by sea often came through the warehouse first. on the lower level hollow wooden crates have been left behind, emptied of most the goods. The stacks of packing equipment still remain on the sorting platforms, ready to complete the next shipment which never came. Upstairs consists of small storage rooms, workrooms, and break rooms for the mass amount of workers that once ran the warehouse. A broken elevator shaft sits open, although the elevator its self is far to the bottom. Now the windows are broken and the floors are falling out. Walls are cracked and crumbling, and the metal equipment is rusted. Old 'cranes' still sit asleep in the back, broken, rusted, and lifeless, their graves covering the wide path that lead to the dock. This warehouse hasn't been used in a long time, even before the earthquake it was left behind.. It seemed to become useless to humans once more countries switched to air trasportation methods.

- - Currently Tanto Gang Headquarters.

This old, four story parking garage has been here for quite some time. It is indeed large, and still commonly used. It used to be the one that traffics civilians when a sport game come or attraction came around, housing a full crowd of vehicles. Though, sense the earthquake, quite a few parts have fallen in.

Untouched since the earthquake, this old private airstrip has remained useless and unkept. Although this was never a larger commercial airport, and only housed the few private bi- planes and whatnot, it still was once in high use. Now here it sits, its perfectly lengthy pair of runways sit cracking, rotting; seemingly endless. a set of plane hangers sit off to the side, as well as the control tower. A few planes were left to rust inside those sheds, no longer working, yet supply a comfy cabin to rest in; where a valient pilot once would sit to steer the single-seater machine through the endless blue skies.

- - Currently Tanto Gang Territory

Even before the earthquake shook Phereio city to its core, this rather small- compared to modern industrial parks- worn building was loosing its new age touch. Old, rusted and rotten stones make up the fragile walls, holding framework of rusted metal windows, cranes, and various pipes. Tattooed with vandalism, scum, and nameless filth; surrounded by deserted trucks and equiment; this is no safe place. The ground is littered with sharp rustic materials and glass, old tires and other trash. Dead shrubs and trees are settled quietly among the stale mud inside the chainlinked lot. Much of the larger objects still stand, though there strength is highly questionable, and it is not reccomended you find such a dangerous place as a play ground.

Well hidden by the embrace of a high wall, thick trees and weeds, it is hard for those unwelcome to find the forsaken ground. thick moss covers the bases of the cracked stones and brick walls; grass and weeds climb with long, dead fingers up the tree trunks and caskets. The willows sway and creek with the whipser of rotten breeze, their long, tired branches swaying and moaning, their boney nails scratching at the sky. The damp, molded ground is disguised by a sheet of thick, blood-scented fog that rises from the untamed lawn and stays, sticky and wet. Rumor has passed that the ghosts thrive in this mist, using it to drive the weak minded insane, and the insane to their death... Within the stone walls, an old alter stands under a once beautiful stain glass window at the head of the church, which is now shattered and coated with dirt. Old holy books and pages now lay rotten and tossed across the damp floor. Decaying benches are disorderly arranged; the lot of them turned and fallen, broken and splintered. shattered glass and small items, such as the collection dishes, glint in the mild light, the pieces broken and kicked throughout the inside of the walls. Few tags left by the humans are sprayed on the wall, featuring various horrible words and phrases.

- - Currently Dire Gang Headquarters.

Around twice a year, a fair will swing through the town for a short while, using this city-deticated lot. The lot simply a large feild of cement and booths, empty stadium seating for shows, old stands, a few wooden picnic tables, and a collapsed farris wheel. It was deserted and forgotten after the earthquake, but yet the supplies still remain in the buildings.

After the earthquake rocked this city, the morgue became over crowded. Bodies were piled within the small refrigerated rooms. Blood and fluids stained the concrete floors perminantly. There are splatters and drip stains still on the walls. Even though many of the bodies were moved for proper burial all those years ago, few remain. Their corpse, mostly bones and dirt now, remain in stained bags, stacked disorderly among the steel shelves. The few lights left still flicker, buzzing in all their might to keep running. The fans of the air conditioning spin slowly, their rusted joints creaking and screaming. Tools, including scaples and drills, as well as other miscilanious items are scattered across the floor of the autopsy room. Bags of the victims items still line the walls. Few rats have discovered this damp, cold and vacant eerie building to be a fair home. This place, it must be haunted. It is best to avoid such a place. Who would know whats lurking in the shadows of the house of death.

- - Currently Dire Gang Territory

A single train has not whistled through the corridors of the lonely station since the very hour of the earth quake. They dare not run the few humans left within the city through the collapsing tunnels that weave below phereio, and why would they? There is not a single place they could possibly access through it anymore. The lights that run along the ceiling still gleam with life, flickering and humming through the daily hours. A train, which was in the station during the very minute of the disaster still lays, stretched over the lifeless metal wires. The sliding doors are open to a few of the cabins, past occupants being the homeless left behind. The walls of the tunnels, the poles, the seats, and the sides of the train itself are tagged with symbols and profanity, brightly sprayed in strangely attractive designs. The main gates are now padlocked, and the humans no longer pay any atention to the forsaken subway station. The dogs, on the other hand, have found it as an easy little retreat, with simple access through an unknown tunnel entrance behind an old burger hut. This old tunnel was only used by the train engineers and electricians, but now that they don't use the staff entrance, the stray's sure do.

- - Currently Solarai Gang Headquarters.

The cars of the past, and those that lost their favourable touch, have been stacked in dangerously unstable mounds across this fairly large dead lot. These mounds creek and shudder in the breeze they catch with their high heights, the winds whistling through their crumbling doors and shattered windows. There are lost and forgotten stories underneath the skin of these cars, from their chipping custom paint to their crushed crushed bodies that once saved a humans life when they drove drunk, only to desert the car that faithfully was destroyed to take impact away from their own skull.. Grease and gasoline stain the hardly packed dirt, from which little life is aroused. Few weeds are brave enough to stand here and there, mostly against th protective tires or rusted scraps; catching the trash that had blown so frequently through the lot. Among the quaking aisles of cars and their parts lies a single, wonderful lemon tree which has found itself growing for years in the center. Since the earthquake it has grown freely, its long green branches twisted and reaching farther than the humans ever let them. Around the base when the warmer seasons come grass has found its cool shade a nice place to grow in disorderly, yet soft patches. In these same warm months the lemon tree may gift the gangs with a sour treat, now if you have a strong enough tounge to handle its perfection is up to you.

- - Currently Reix Gang Headquarters.

Oak Creek road is a long and twisting driveway, aptly named as it is bordered on either side by towering oak trees. The gravel has long washed away, leaving only a worn dirt road that fades off of the main highway and into the shadow of the surrounding forest. The initial stretch is cheerfully misleading, the trees still thin enough for sunlight to come through and thus provide life to the foliage below. After a couple hundred yards though, the shadows grow long and the darkness thick until it seems almost tangible, as if it clings to the fur and parts as one walks through. Out of the dark looms the slaughter house, an old building with rusted metal siding and a dilapidated roof. Though the smell of death and humans has long faded, the instruments of a profession defeated by the vegetarian movement in Phereio city remain. Due to its inherent reputation, most dogs shy away from this place, but those that enjoy solitude see it as a sanctuary.

To the east of Phereio City is a nature preserve, where development was not alowed. Winding, mysterious hiking trails weave through the thick museum of various flora and fauna, the trails fairly worn and packed from years of adventure seekers. Hidden within this small section of saved nature is a small river, which turns into a beautiful display of rushing rapids up north, and then falls down into a beautiful arrangment of water falls. All though these falls aren't too large, their slowly carved path and the crystal clear walls of falling water don't lack the amazement. Even better, the main falls, more properly called Nascosto, reflect the sun rise in the most astonishing way, turning the cascading water and churning pool beneath into shades of red, orange and gold. This place, Nascasto falls, is worth the venture.

Down stream from Nascosto Falls the waters begin to slow and become shallower. The water here is much safer and easier to access, as it babbles softly over worn stones. Along it’s edges the forest grows thick. The few who live here call it the Thicket. With such a rich environment for plants to grow, the undergrowth has taken much of the land over, with the exclusion of a few small beaches near the waters edge. Some come here for safety as it is hard to be seen with all the thick foliage and it’s difficult to maneuver unless you know the land. Many small animals run these parts of the woods for that very reason. Security. The dogs that had been here for longer periods of time have cleared dens in the midst of tangled vines or large bushes, using leftover plants as bedding. Some believe it makes a fine area to raise pups away from the dangers of the city.

Lonely at the base of a rocky hill an old mine shaft has sat. The only one out there, among the thick brush and stone. Companied by a small shack lined with bunkers for the humans that inhabited this mines decades ago in the gold rush. Near the entrance itself lay a pair of old rusted miner's carts rest tipped and weather eaten. The cart's old tracks run down into the dark abyss of the mine. Many of the old winding paths in this potential copper mine, but after decades of decay and the earthquake, many now are blocked by mounds of large stone. Lanterns still hang from the interior stone walls, the old flashion light's glass now scummy and splintered. Rotten wood poles hold the small mine's walls in place, the last thing keeping the forsaken tunnel from vanishing.

- - Currently Tanto Gang Territory.

Few know of this old castle located somewhere in the outskirts far from Phereio City. You must travel through an almost endless wood to reach the destination, taking a path marked in the bark of trees that is almost invisible to the naked eye. Once through the woods you will find the moat, fifteen feet deep which no longer contains water. All water has been dried up, and even mud is not present in its depths. Weeds grow across the rim of the moat, so those who are not careful will find themselves tripping into the deep moat. Most would assume you enter through the drawbridge, but because it no loner works you must take a different entrance. It is down yes, but the gate is shut and rusted in place, so even the smallest breed of dogs cannot enter through the front door.

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