Shattered Alley is an Intermediate - Advanced feral dog roleplay. We have a 200 word minimum for every in character post. We have been around for a couple years; and [rerere] re-opened in the beginning of February of 2008. You are free to join a pack of your choice or roam the streets of Phereio City as a rouge. Although, there is a twist in this beautiful setting. Phereio suffered a horrible earthquake, and is now shaken to its limits. Few humans still colonize in small parts of the suburbs, but everywhere else: disaster has written it's name.
` 11.26.2009: Happy Thanksgiving ! I know I'm posting the layout up a few days early, but why not? Also, send in your MOTM / COTM nominations for December! Finally, Saint Adeline is going to be waking up soon, so start being good little active puppies and she just might give you a treat! :D Thanks, to all of you!
Year Six. - Third Quarter.
Breeding allowed. - Whelping allowed.
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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. Inside the moat is an old sewage pipe which no longer carries sewage. It has about a four foot diameter which can be a tight squeeze for some. By using this pipe you will crawl about twenty feet and find yourself in the old kitchen, pots and pans scattered across the counters and floor, as well as some stencils with some food stains on them. Little is in this room, though in the wall are holes where the rats live which still wander the room for food scraps from hundreds of years ago. The room adjacent to the kitchen is a rather large hallway which seems to go on forever. Different rooms are connected to this great hall, including closets, bedrooms, bathrooms and a dining hall. The very last door is the King and Queen's chamber, their two thrones side by side present in the back of the room. Holes in the walls are everywhere and a layer of dust coats the thrones as well as everything else in the room. If you were to return back to the main hall, you will find one door locked, almost an eerie feeling present at its entrance. It is this door which leads down a long flight of swirling stairs to the very bottom of the castle underground. This chamber is the dungeon, a long hallway of jail cells to either side with chains and locks on every stall. Some of the cells are locked and cannot be opened, but others are still open ready to be shut and locked for those who are not aware of their surroundings. The set of keys which unlock the stalls is hidden, and it has been rumored none know of its whereabouts. Little to no sunlight can reach the depths of the dungeon, and the floor is damp and moldy. Few dare to enter such depths, but those who do are ready to trap unsuspecting canines in the cells forever. If you manage to reach the very en of the dungeon you will find yourself in a room even worse, the torture chamber. Here is located every weapon you could think of; from chains to swords to poison gases. Here is where prisoners were killed when needed, and their skeletons are still present to this day; brittle bones warn away by the years. Rats scurry past the bones sometimes using the skulls as shelter. And sometimes if you listen closely, you can still hear the screams of the victims being tortured; their screams slowly fading away until their life had been completely stripped away from their corps. Many other rooms are present still in this castle, though they have not been noticed.
//Beyond} the [Boarders] « Thread Started on Jun 28, 2009, 9:36am »
Black sheep to the Dire had found her moment to escape from the hunt and fled as fast as her nimble paws could take her as far as they could take her. Never, in her young life had she traveled so far and without so little rests in between but, now as the exhausted lassie reached the farthest region of the city, she felt her stress release. Months of torture rushed from her as though she were a dingy dog being washed of years of dirt and grime. In waves, it rushed from her body only to flow from her and in return satisfaction came to replace it. A new dog now stood before the enormous castle ruin, eyes glinting with the promise of a new life she would live without her mother or any dire members looming over her. She was a free dog in these parts for she knew none of them would travel this far to find her--it just wouldn't be worth it to them and she was perfectly fine with that. She would be all to happy to never lay her eyes on Dire again nor any who belonged to the sinful gang. How she ever managed to have her personality was a mystery to all but, the little girl was strong and so she remained who she was despite, the sinister gang and influence she had been subjected too.
Her timing could not have been more perfect, she had even managed to out run Whisper and Lullaby who had been trained more aggressively than her. Vhrea had found ways to avoid her training by sneaking off and hiding out for days on end until her psychotic mother had forgotten all about her. Only then, would the little girl return by force because, she was too young to fend for herself. Her sisters would remind her mother but, Vhrea would be clever and pretend she had no idea what they were talking about and in the end they would get into trouble and not her. Vhrea knew how to play with her mother's fragile mind and dabble with her insanity. Her sisters were still learning how to dance with the devil. She smiled as thoughts turned back to her current status and how she was free to explore as she wished and to live her life as she desired without so much as a word from anyone else. The city was dying and the dogs were going with it--each month Vhrea noticed the decline and as she grew older, the lower the numbers went.
Nowadays, it seemed only a handful were still clinging to the city, hoping to make something out of it. In years past, Vhrea might not have been so safe nor so lucky as she was now, as it would have been much harder to escape Dire without someone noticing or caring. Dire was dwindling and he mother was too old and to far gone of mind and state to care to chase after Vhrea, and no longer were there spies working for Dire, at the beck and call of Wraith. Besides, she had Dean to assist her when she was in a bind for the brute was more like a brother to her than Arson. When there was not Dean, there were other sensible dogs that Vhrea could look to for support if need be. But, that was just it--the little girl really did not need anyone or anything for she was self providing. The girl was capable of living by her own accord and only when she absolutely had too, would she call on the assistance of others. She could do this alone if she had too, and this castle could be her home. She could reside here as queen and no one would be none the wiser, for not to many traveled to these foreign parts.
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Re: //Beyond} the [Boarders] « Reply #1 on Jul 1, 2009, 9:58pm »
The lean, deformed Plott slipped and whisked between the shadows of the afternoon on the ground. Blending in and out, as she was wont to do from old habit. An assailant, that was she. Silent and unwavering. Sure of herself, but light of foot. She hated it. It wasn't what she'd wanted to be. She wasn't a weapon anymore, why behave like one? She nearly let out a sigh, but the aching of old scars and the expectation that she would be beaten by her now-gone father stopped her. Complaints were a no-no. Anything and everything her father wanted was hers to provide. Any little pleasure, want, or need was her responsibility. She had always made sure that these things were flawlessly executed. She preferred to think she was obsessive-compulsive... The truth was that she was beaten constantly and she had been scared to death. But was that relevant to today? No. She was alone in the world. Off to do whatever the hell she wanted. Of course, in terms of relationships... The rotted, infected, disgusting right half of her face was a sort of inhibitor. She wasn't exactly full of esteem in terms of her personality anyway. What she needed was a non-judgemental ally of sorts. A friend, if you will, who would not stare in discomfort at the missing half of her face or look away in utter disgust. What bliss that would be, were it possible.
She peered around a corner. Sweet dreams were made of surreal and unearthly places such as these, shrouded in such mystery and grandeur that they seemed to glisten in the mind's eye. Of course, when viewed in person, they were worn and vacant places of no importance or luster. But what did that matter? She had had no luster since that snakebite a short time ago. It was the way the snow crunched beneath her, the way the branches of the trees bent defensively in the gusts high above, the way the shadows crawled acrossthe ground, that kept her from hating herself. The reflection that she avoided held no power over her if she could just be near these things. The simple beauty of nature overshadowed even the grotesque reality that marred her into seclusion. Perhaps it was time to hunt. That always kept her mind off of thigns. As she rounded more corners and treaded over more strange ground, she searched for some vague form of a fresh scent. And she found one. A female. Not something to hunt, of course, but perhaps this would be the one non-arbitrary soul whom she would ever meet. It was such a very lonely existence, hers, to spend day in and day out inside. She longed for some sort of conversation... Like one of the semi-intelligent creatures who had often spoken top her in the dead of night, while she had attempted to cry herself to sleep after punishment for some obscure and slight mistake in executing a command.
Now she was closer. She made her footsteps slow and deliberate, quiet and calculated. They were just loud enough to reveal to another that she was moving toward them, but not so loud that they would give some mistaken notion of malevolence. She resisted the urge to call out in her light, though warped, voice with its slight impediment from the melted and oozing flesh that shone an eerie ebony in the growing evening. A slight, unintentional gurgling sound m,anifested itself from deep in her throat and bowels, signaling hunger. It would have to wait. She was so close to the source of that scent! How could she even consider stopping to satisfy a need of hers when someone who might guide her or give her an incentive of sorts was just around this next corner? The truth was that she longed for some sort of commander since the death of her father. Perhaps not one so devilish and cruel, but surely one who could direct her in her daily activities and who would satisfy her want for a companion.
She turned the corner, and faced her only company in this barren land of snow, and this tower of stone.
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