Bet your scared.. [joining!]

[SNAPJAW!]

Ugh, why is it so damn hot? Rocket whined, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth and mister -his teddy bear- ride on his back as he walked. The fierce orange sun made the sidewalk burn underneath the puppies soft paw pads, and sucked the air dry of its moisture. As his amber eyes scanned the area as his skinny legs guided him towards the thick scent that hung in his nose. Rocket was searching for a dog named Roxbury, that owned the area he was walking on. He had no idea what he or she was like at all, he only knew that he was sure this was the scent that he should follow. Rockets imagination got the best of him as he stopped and grinned to himself, letting the sun burn his back as he closed his eyes and imagined what Roxbury would be like if she was a female.

Rocket imagined a tall white poodle in distress. She was surrounded by a group of drooling rottweilers calling for her to come down from the dumpster she had climbed onto. "Help!" She called in an beautifully elegant voice. The sound drifted towards a ninja borzois great ears, who jumped to his feet and ran to the noise at lightning speed.
"Leave the lady alone, mutts!" Said the ninja borzoi, puffing out his chest proudly. "My hero! Please tell me your name, oh legendary ninja canine!" The poodle begged, but Rocket just smiled and lunged at the brutes surrounding her. Fur and flesh flew in the air and landed on the hard cement, whimpering as they ran off with their tails between their legs. Laughing loudly, the ninja borzoi looked up at the poodle, "You can call me Rocket!" He said before taking off in a blur.

Wait.. That had nothing to do with Roxbury.. She could have been the poodle, but she didn't say her name. Rocket shook his head.. Maybe he was the Boss of the drooling Rottweilers that the attacked the poodle! He thought cheerfully.

Maybe he was a strong black bully kutta! With a silver spiked collar around his scared neck. Rocket stood in front of him, glaring into his blood red eyes. A quick bark from Roxburys threatening maw made his dogs back off as he walked closer to Rocket, who simply lifted an eye brow and grinned a wolfish grin. The kutta lunged at the borzoi, aiming for his exposed neck but got a bite full of fur. He looked around dazed and spotted Rocket soaring above his head. Before Roxbury could do anything, the borzoi had a jaw full of his skin and he flipped mid air, sending the bully kutta into a stone wall which crumbled on impact. Rocket stood over him, howling victoriously and the mutts that once had the kuttas back ran off with their fear scent thick in the air.

Rocket opened his eyes. Who ever Roxbury was, he was sure to find out. The puppy pulled Mister off his back and held him between his teeth as he quickened his pace to a steady run.

[Open to any Denalilake pack member]

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R O X B U R Y

respect comes from admiration and fear,
i got an arsenal, an infantry, i'm built for this mentally,
that's why i'm the general, i do what they pretend to do,
front on me now, i'll be the end of you. [/center][/color]

The day was extraordinarily nice, dark, dreary, perfect weather to fuck with someone. It was on the verge of raining, the black clouds pulsed with the need to release, he could almost feel the pressure built up in the air. The Don walked with a purpose, one that was visible in his eyes, the way he moved, and even the way his fur swayed. If you walked by him, you could sense the power the rolled off him in waves, this was someone who was born to lead, and would do a damn fine job at it. If you wronged this hybrid, one quick snap with his powerful, sharp, and ivory-colored jaws would permanently fuck your shit upside down.

As his speckled paws hit the ground with a muffled thump, Roxbury gazed around his territory with steely-blue eyes, waiting for a sign of life besides his accepted pack members. Anybody caught trespassing would get a punishment, and with the ' wonderful ' mood Rox was in, it would be something short of hell itself.

work in progress.