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Phase 1 of Stray Invasion : There's a sudden outbreak in the quiet streets of your neighborhood, and it seems Stray dogs are raiding nearby homes, and there's no telling when you might be next! How does your dog react to this news? Will they defend against the invading Strays? Or will they turn tail and try to hide it out to avoid a beating?Since he had gathered in Cardigan's backyard and freshly bestowed a Dog of Law, the black and tan Bloodhound was a little on edge; especially because his neighbourhood was right on the edge of stray territory. He suspected that his house would be one of the first on the list for it's "riches" as he padded home from that bull terrier mutt's home; the devil's advocate in him also surmised that it might be the last place because of the security. Dutch's head fell as he pushed forward, shaking it slightly in disappointment; he had met a handful of strays today and only one seemed to be "okay" with this Fred's plot.
Megan, a red coated English Cocker Spaniel had said.. what exactly? The male's brain searched back from the explosion on the sidewalk for what the female had said.. "Fred isn't that bad..."; that's it. What exactly could that even mean? This flashy and.. honestly stunted Husky wanted to put an end to not only their way of life but their human counterparts as well. Where'd she get that scar? Much about Megan had remained a mystery but it was clear that the Executive did not mistrust the pure bred Cocker in any way as she felt the need to confide in her; so then should Dutch trust her too? Certainly not. Somewhere in the middle of that exchange he realised that stays, ex-strays, farm dogs, and pets were all mingling together in the face of danger. Who really supports this Fred guy? Better yet, why does Megan stand for him and Cardigan forgive that? What litter he knew of the mottled long-dog deemed "Cardi" by those close to her was that she was a very forgiving leader; caring, kind, understanding.

The bloodhound realised that in his travels, he had missed Jack coming home and the front door was locked as he approached and tried to push in. He perused the outside of the building and yard for any signs of activity or strange smells; breathing deeply. Everything is normal. Dutch paced back to his dog house and took out the extra blanket he had been stashing since winter along with one of his least favourite squeaky toys, and a couple of the bread sticks he had begged for outside of the Canidale Bakery over the last week. Before he took post, the male placed his possessions out by the mailbox, in hopes that a drifter like Megan or Merlin, bless him, would take these as an offering of peace with his house. He knew that Fred's orders really only seemed to be affecting hardcore Junkyard dogs, but it was worth it to be safer than sorry. His jiggly rump planted on the front porch as he decided there was no other option than to keep guard, his thoughts consumed him.
The Executive wants compassion towards the strays and drifters, why? His brain sought through the mass of a speech that Cardigan gave in her own backyard. "But their Monarch is living under a veil of ignorance. I believe he is a pawn to Valentine." It was no oddity for a leader to use their following for good or bad but using them to exterminate another "race" of sorts was pretty much unheard of in his lifetime; heck, Dutch had never even laid his teeth in to another dog in Canidale. He continued, closing his eyes to remember the next part... "Valentine, Monarch of the Junkyard, is a murderer. And dogs have not been his only victim... He murdered his human as well." He flashed back to listening to Cardigan say those words and it had shook him to his core then, and now too; Dutch's coarse coated hairs standing on end, even his toe hairs seemed to tingly. Killing a human without reason..? Abhorrent.

*CRRREEEEEEEAK*

His eyes flew open, Dutch's features squinting and searching in the twilight for some monster of an animal, even Fred himself; or worse yet probably, Valentine.

"C'mon." Dutch's attention turned to behind him as he stood up, Jack. A sigh of relief left his jowls as he realised it was just his boy in the doorway. His rump left the steps and followed him in to the doorway. The house was dark and only a few nodes of light graced the entirety of the rooms, Jack left him in the entry way as Dutch watched his human meander upstairs to his bedroom. Truth be told, Dutch had never been upstairs. More relief came as Jack left his field of view, knowing that if he wasn't reprimanded now, he wouldn't be in the morning. Dutch and Jack had come to some understandings in the winter months as they traveled for Dutch's job, and some might've said that they grew closer.. Not close enough for me to sleep in his bed.

He moved lightly through the house, unheard to the place where he took his evening post as usual but with more importance this time. It was the floor by the recliner that smelled of Senior still even after a move and Jack's butt had lived in it; to Dutch this was part of the real home he knew. The males eyes fluttered as he relaxed out on the floor, spreading his legs out with a grumble; a mix of words and phrases kept repeating in his mind; the detective in him always working overtime, especially before bed.

"..the Drifters have been misguided...."
"Fred isn't that bad..."
...their Monarch who has forced this upon them...
..he is a pawn to Valentine..
"Fred isn't that bad..."
..He murdered his human....
"Fred isn't that bad..."

"Valentine...", Dutch's mouth murmured as he drifted off in to a light sleep.

WC: 951
CP: 83 [Shaded FB+BG+951 WC]

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Phase 1 of Stray Invasion : There's a sudden outbreak in the quiet streets of your neighborhood, and it seems Stray dogs are raiding nearby homes, and there's no telling when you might be next! How does your dog react to this news? Will they defend against the invading Strays? Or will they turn tail and try to hide it out to avoid a beating?Since he had gathered in Cardigan's backyard and freshly bestowed a Dog of Law, the black and tan Bloodhound was a little on edge; especially because his neighbourhood was right on the edge of stray territory. He suspected that his house would be one of the first on the list for it's "riches" as he padded home from that bull terrier mutt's home; the devil's advocate in him also surmised that it might be the last place because of the security. Dutch's head fell as he pushed forward, shaking it slightly in disappointment; he had met a handful of strays today and only one seemed to be "okay" with this Fred's plot.
Megan, a red coated English Cocker Spaniel had said.. what exactly? The male's brain searched back from the explosion on the sidewalk for what the female had said.. "Fred isn't that bad..."; that's it. What exactly could that even mean? This flashy and.. honestly stunted Husky wanted to put an end to not only their way of life but their human counterparts as well. Where'd she get that scar? Much about Megan had remained a mystery but it was clear that the Executive did not mistrust the pure bred Cocker in any way as she felt the need to confide in her; so then should Dutch trust her too? Certainly not. Somewhere in the middle of that exchange he realised that stays, ex-strays, farm dogs, and pets were all mingling together in the face of danger. Who really supports this Fred guy? Better yet, why does Megan stand for him and Cardigan forgive that? What litter he knew of the mottled long-dog deemed "Cardi" by those close to her was that she was a very forgiving leader; caring, kind, understanding.

The bloodhound realised that in his travels, he had missed Jack coming home and the front door was locked as he approached and tried to push in. He perused the outside of the building and yard for any signs of activity or strange smells; breathing deeply. Everything is normal. Dutch paced back to his dog house and took out the extra blanket he had been stashing since winter along with one of his least favourite squeaky toys, and a couple of the bread sticks he had begged for outside of the Canidale Bakery over the last week. Before he took post, the male placed his possessions out by the mailbox, in hopes that a drifter like Megan or Merlin, bless him, would take these as an offering of peace with his house. He knew that Fred's orders really only seemed to be affecting hardcore Junkyard dogs, but it was worth it to be safer than sorry. His jiggly rump planted on the front porch as he decided there was no other option than to keep guard, his thoughts consumed him.
The Executive wants compassion towards the strays and drifters, why? His brain sought through the mass of a speech that Cardigan gave in her own backyard. "But their Monarch is living under a veil of ignorance. I believe he is a pawn to Valentine." It was no oddity for a leader to use their following for good or bad but using them to exterminate another "race" of sorts was pretty much unheard of in his lifetime; heck, Dutch had never even laid his teeth in to another dog in Canidale. He continued, closing his eyes to remember the next part... "Valentine, Monarch of the Junkyard, is a murderer. And dogs have not been his only victim... He murdered his human as well." He flashed back to listening to Cardigan say those words and it had shook him to his core then, and now too; Dutch's coarse coated hairs standing on end, even his toe hairs seemed to tingly. Killing a human without reason..? Abhorrent.

*CRRREEEEEEEAK*

His eyes flew open, Dutch's features squinting and searching in the twilight for some monster of an animal, even Fred himself; or worse yet probably, Valentine.

"C'mon." Dutch's attention turned to behind him as he stood up, Jack. A sigh of relief left his jowls as he realised it was just his boy in the doorway. His rump left the steps and followed him in to the doorway. The house was dark and only a few nodes of light graced the entirety of the rooms, Jack left him in the entry way as Dutch watched his human meander upstairs to his bedroom. Truth be told, Dutch had never been upstairs. More relief came as Jack left his field of view, knowing that if he wasn't reprimanded now, he wouldn't be in the morning. Dutch and Jack had come to some understandings in the winter months as they traveled for Dutch's job, and some might've said that they grew closer.. Not close enough for me to sleep in his bed.

He moved lightly through the house, unheard to the place where he took his evening post as usual but with more importance this time. It was the floor by the recliner that smelled of Senior still even after a move and Jack's butt had lived in it; to Dutch this was part of the real home he knew. The males eyes fluttered as he relaxed out on the floor, spreading his legs out with a grumble; a mix of words and phrases kept repeating in his mind; the detective in him always working overtime, especially before bed.

"..the Drifters have been misguided...."
"Fred isn't that bad..."
...their Monarch who has forced this upon them...
..he is a pawn to Valentine..
"Fred isn't that bad..."
..He murdered his human....
"Fred isn't that bad..."

"Valentine...", Dutch's mouth murmured as he drifted off in to a light sleep.

WC: 951
CP: 83 [Shaded FB+BG+951 WC]

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