`` i stumble through the wreckage, shameless.

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this is a mandatory pack meeting/joining/thing thread, all members that applied better reply, in a week exactly, or your application will be deleted. also, if you reply here, you better reply to the activity check that's in the various things board. next thursday i expect everybody to have replied, once. then we will start round two. do not reply more then once until everybody has replied, or after i do.

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MY BITTER HEART IS PUMPING OIL INTO MY VEINS,

Today was the day that he would meet each and every canine that had stepped into his territory, weather they liked it or not. If they did not wish to stay, he would kick them and their flea-bitten asses right out of here, without blinking. If they did wish to stay, though, he would have to see how they would benefiet they pack, and mainly, him. There would be no free-riders in the Mafia, it was to be hard-working, tight-knit, fully operating unit. He would not tolerate members fighting amoungst themselves unless it was for rank, and then he would have to supervise it, to see who was more vicious, who had more to offer.

If they didn't like eachother, he did not care, if two feuding members were together and one was attacked, the other better come to his defense or later answer to Roxbury. He wanted loyal, determined, bloodthirsty members. Well, in theory. Those would be his dream members. In short, he wanted members that were bad, but knew how to respect a leader, such as himself. If not, their life was not going to be long in this pack. Raising himself from the dry ground, he looked at the morning sun, something rarely seen now that the wet season had drug itself in. Shaking out his fur, he stretched out each and every one of his sturdy, long limbs.

If there was to be any scraps today, he wanted to be prepared. Now fully awake, he looked around himself, looking for something suitable that he could situate himself upon, something like a large rock, or boulder type structure. That was one of the perks of living in the wild, you got dramatic places to sit. Snorting to himself, he walked forward, looks like he would have to search for his ' throne '. A few short minutes later, he came to a stop as he neared the crappy, closed-down art museam. In his sight, he gazed at a boulder-like structure, which was shaped like a large rock and all that fun stuff.

He never understood why the legendary humans would make something artistic, that looked like the stuff in the wilderness. Why not just transport rocks? Shrugging, he lowered himself, tensed his muscles, and sprung up onto the rock, having no trouble getting on top of it. It was large, but not obnoxiously so. Just big enough for him to look down on all the canines that would soon gather here. Pausing, he shook out his fur again. That being done, he raised his speckled maw to the morning sky, and let loose a howl that rose in many rugged notes, to one clear note, and once that one note was reach, the howl fell and envolped the entire territory, all the way from downtown virilea to the sawmill.

Closing off his call, he grinned to himself and waited for the disorder to come to him.

I'M NOTHING BUT A TIN MAN,
don't feel any pain.

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mad world~

&& Two large ears swiveled at the sound of Roxbury's call and Adrian lifted his head groggily. He was new to the Mafia, but he knew well enough that when Roxbury wanted something, then it was best to give in to his demands. In this case, the leader wanted his pack to gather, no doubt so the young greyhound lifted himself up from his laying position and stretched slowly before heading towards the call.

&& When he arrived he saw Roxbury standing atop a good sized rock and Adrian slowly made his way over, keeping his head slightly bowed due to respect and exhaustion. Latly he hadn't gotten much sleep, and it was beginning to show. His smooth gray and white pelt bristled slightly as a breeze made its way over the area and once it was gone he sat down and curled his short tail around his legs.

&& Honestly he was surprised he'd gotten into the Mafia at all. Adrian was small and skinny, like most dogs of his small breed. Though this didn't hinder his wiley attitude. The male would pick a fight with anyone, no matter their size, gender or species. Of course in a fight against larger dogs there was no way he could win but he could sure as hell tire them out and make himself an annoyance.

&& Life isn't easy when your so small, but Adrian has always tried to make the best of it...

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&& Adrian

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There was some serious bullshit goin' around. This prick actually thought that one little measly howl and everyone would rush to his feet? But then again, he probably did. This little piggy had no such intentions of scrambling awake and trying to impress some halfbreed windbag. Curled atop a stained cement step with his black face tucked behind a bushy tail, it was quite obvious that answering Roxbury's call was not a top priority, if one at all. Oh yeah, he had heard it- his ears at tipped up at the initial sound- and had then had to deal with some nasty-ass grackle hopping around and squawking. Needless to say, getting comfortable again had taken some time. The bird? It's body, too big for Tobias to ingest all at once, was laying belly up, it's disembodied stomach revealing vermilion guts. He didn't have time to deal with it. Nocturnal by nature, daytime was for sleeping, not tolerating shit from birds or oversized mutts who thought that they were hot shit. He had been here long before that blue-eyed motherfucker had shown up. Him and Mandit- speaking of, where the hell had that ass gotten off to?

Realizing with no small amount of irritation that the likelihood of his getting any more decent sleep was pretty much shot, the reynard uncurled himself and pushed out his forelimbs, back and tail arching like a feline. There was a distinct amount of felinity about him anyway; his paws were round like one and he moved with a quiet, flawless step, a grace that hid his ill temper. He was colored funny, and had been the only kit in his vixen-mother's litter to have the cross variant coat. With a bright ginger base, a thick black line stretched from his tail to his neck and down each shoulder, hence the name. His limbs made up the majority of what height he had and were slender, a sleek black that contrasted with the flame hue of his underbelly. His head was more salt-and-pepper, with humongous ears that were black in the back and bright orange inside. Essentially, he had to be quick to avoid being noticed, and that was his goal- to not be noticed. Only Roxbury knew that he and Mandit were here, and he planned on keeping it that way. He didn't need any stupid ass mutts thinking they had balls by trying to scrap up against him. He'd whip their pathetic asses, small or not. He had his ways.

Trucking along was proving to be relatively difficult. As stated above, it was his intention to remain something of a secret to the other dogs, and this happened to be a very long, very open street. Very open- Roxbury was visible from here. Scowling, Tobias didn't pack up the pace any- in fact, he had slowed. Of course there was already some bitch-ass idiot that had gotten there before him, probably hoping to be first in line to impress ole Rox. Luckily, that was one thing that the fox had no intentions of ever attempting to do. He didn't want to partake in helping to size up the ego of a hybrid who thought his shit didn't stink. And some fake ass boulder? Toby went around it, ducking from where he had stood to dart so that he had quite the wonderful view of Roxbury's tail. Not bothering to peer around and check the status of the number of listeners- he had only seen one, and it seemed to be more of a rat than anything else- he spoke up, his voice one that was both nonchalant and somewhat taunting. Frankly, he didn't really care whether or not the Don liked his words, or his tone. they'd keep coming anyway.

[/size] "You be breakin' out that wolf shit now, mayne?" The howl had been something odd coming from a creature that only looked like his dog half. "These are some straight spindly mothafuckers you got up 'n here, yo. I thought you would'a wanted them flat-faced bitches. The ones that stand like they got som'thin' stuck up their asscrack." He was referring to pit bulls, of course, and the like.

Supposing that he had a pretty good idea now of what Roxbury's gang was made of- straight shit, that is to say- he flicked his tail once and gave the Don as respectful a nod as he was ever going to get. "Holla' at yo' boy if you need somt'in." See? He could be nice when he wanted to.[/blockquote][/blockquote] [/color][/size]

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foxtrot uniform charlie kilo

diesel;
don't count on me, to let you know when
don't count on me, i'll do it again

To put it simple, Diesel was an arrogant bastard. If you knew him, then you'd know to avoid him, and if you didn't...well, you'd soon learn your lesson. Usually, if he thought he was better than you, he would insult you, and bring you down as much as he could. Unless, of course, he was in a particularly good mood, when he might not be quite as nasty. Of course, there were those moments when he was relatively nice, but that was usually when he wanted something from you, or generally he gained from it.

He'd given quite a bit (or as much thought as he was possible of giving) to joining the Denali Lake pack over the past few days. He kind of missed having constant company, and being a part of something strong and united. That, and there wasn't that many people to take the piss out of as a loner.
He had been lounging outside the old, decaying hospital, wondering where to find the alpha and ask to join, when his ears pricked suddenly when a rather authoritative howl broke the silence he had been enveloped in. He frowned, lifting his head in the direction of the sound. The wolf, which he gathered was male, seemed pretty nearby. Slowly lifting himself off the ground, he stretched, yawned widely, then straightened and shook himself.

A few minutes later, the dark wolf found himself in the company of three other males, one holding a subtle authority over the other two. He lowered his head slightly out of respect, but with great internal struggle. He knew to get into the pack he would have to be curteous to the alpha, but that was ridiculous. Diesel shouldn't have to bow to anyone!

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jacosta post coming tonight >.< totally forgot about her.

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Chaka
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Chaka followed, quickly behind the males. She was the second(?) female there. Wow. She had heard listen to to Tobias's horrible language, even if he said something useful, it still sounded like a piece of crap to her. "Hey you! Learn to speak!"Chaka snapped at Tobias. She sat down, and wagged her tail. The street was clear, and she was also able to see Roxbury. Like she cared about him. He looked pretty stupid to her. Clearly, he was in her way. She wanted to be the leader, and Roxbury was a nuisance, and useless, but then she realised this could work. She didn't feel like to talking to him, but she'd treat Roxbury like crap. She simply didn't like him. No. She barely liked anybody.

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