[ti]Open[/ti]Thanks for Noticing Me. Not. Apr 28, 2019 9:51:46 GMT
Post by Urma on Apr 28, 2019 9:51:46 GMT
// Kick rocks, mate. ||
Blood Village. Such a... unique place. Urma had lived in multiple places during her five years of life. From the typical British homestead of her birth to the cottage of her hippie freak owner to the Komorrah apartment also of her hippie freak owner, she'd seen plenty of things. None of them came close to the aptly named Blood Village. It had been a few months since she'd made her "daring" escape from the land of world peace and incense to the land of fend for yourself and possibly starve. It felt like forever and it also felt like just yesterday. She had gotten herself ridiculously lost ridiculously fast. Her confused paws had led her to this Blood Village and they hadn't led her away since then. The dogs she discovered were different. They lived a different life, they played by different rules. They all had their stories, their demons, their motivations in life. They were intriguing to the Bulldog, despite her desire to avoid interacting with others as much as possible in this newfound life. Their way of life was so different than what she had ever known. That day she was confronted by the brutes, she couldn't deny the strong desire to be a part of that. When she ran out of that apartment, she knew she wanted a new leash on life. Technically, she wanted a life without a leash. Whatever. She wanted something different. What she got was different, all right. Different in a good way, even she would admit. Day by day she was adjusting more and more to gang life. She even had a job now! Those rough and tumble street dogs had accepted her as one of their own! At least she thought... it was kind of hard to tell... Life was interesting now. Interesting was exactly what she wanted.
One thing Urma didn't like about this new life was all of the dogs. All of the dogs that she had a hard time avoiding, to be exact. It was no secret that Urma wasn't a fan of socializing. Talking? Meh. Interacting with others? Meh. It just didn't do it for her. It seemed like those gang dogs always wanted something from her when all she wanted was to be left alone. It seemed like they thought her face said "Come over and be chit chatty with me!" even though it actually said "Buzz off." She was an observer. Her sponge soaked things up by watching and listening, not by talking and asking questions. She acknowledged the fact that nowadays there were conversations and social interactions that she just couldn't avoid, but by gosh there were definitely some that weren't necessary! Today was one of Urma's especially irritable days. She had no desire to be around her gangmates. Nothing against them, she just didn't want to have to put up with the close presence of another. She craved solitude. That was why she had wandered down several streets and ended up a few doors down from a place called Bale's Butcher Shop. There was meat there, but she had no gumption to take any for herself. Instead, she sat with one leg kicked out to the side, watching nothing in particular. The Bulldog was like a statue, sitting silently and motionlessly. It might seem boring to a lot of dogs, but to Urma this was her time of peace and relaxation.
Unfortunately for Urma, that peaceful time wouldn't last for long. To her dismay, her floppy ears picked up the sounds of pawsteps. Pawsteps coming her way. Groaning, she slowly turned her head to look in the direction the noise was coming from. Fantastic. It was a fellow Rat. Mira? Mural? Mora. Yes, Mora. This Mora definitely seemed to be coming in Urma's direction with the intention of confronting her. Fantastic... she thought with a sigh. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance as she looked ahead again. Perhaps if she didn't acknowledge the Akita mix, she would be left to sit alone once more. She could only hope.
ooc: Looking for a loner or critter for these two inexperienced Rats to shakedown or another Saint to add something to the mix!