"You either release that damn bird, or I am going to tan your hide six ways to Sunday, Phoenix!" — Syracuse, Crabs Denmother
ooc news DEC 05 With Dizzybird's most recent announcement, the Crabs got a new name! :o From now on, they will be known as Agwe's Eyes, or simply, the Eyes!
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about us This is Komorrah, a city full of corruption, poverty, and crime. While there's good and bad in every city, this one has dogs. A lot of stray dogs.
Set in a modern-day, fictionalized version of New York City, Komorrah has much to offer our gang dogs. Strays on the street feed from human negligence and thrive on the loopholes they can fit their snouts in. It's every dog for themselves
out there, though living with and having the support of a gang is helpful.
Tensions rise, enemies are made, but perhaps alliances are arranged. Only the strong survive this harsh hand the strays have been dealt. What will be your choice in Infidelis?
featured adoptable TINKER • APP Once living the life of luxury in a nice home, Tinker has yet to accept the fact that he's now a stray and no one is coming to save him. Vain as all hell, Tinker is pretty entitled. He's also selfish and is very territorial over what's his and his alone.
On the very edge of Komorrah lies the Coast, mainly consisting of a long stretch of Jones Beach, there's Tortuga Cove nestled in an inlet behind a sheer rockface. The only way to access it is to either climb down from the rocks above or swim around the rocky wall that shields it from prying eyes. However, the swim is no easy feat. Waves with strong riptides lap at the shores of Jones Beach, dragging any unsuspecting victim under and keeping them there as prey.
Far to the south-east is a small seaside town called Cliffside Ridge. The Crabs call the Coast their home, getting much of their food supply from Cliffside Ridge, but calling Tortuga Cove their real home.
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Judah heaved a sharp breath past his lips as he hoisted his rucksack off his shoulder and plopped it onto the dry sand. He took a second to rotate his shoulder blades, stretching his sinewy pelt over them tightly and then relaxing his muscles to relieve the ache of the strap that had dug into him. The sable gent stared out over the ocean as it lapped softly at the shore, it was notably quiet and he attributed that to the fair weather that had rolled in finally. Spring had begun to usher in warmth while pushing out the last chill of Winter, and he could not be any happier. Their food stores were flourishing as more sea life began to blossom, his basket now getting much fuller each time he swept through his usual hunting areas. The wading pools would soon be bursting with life, and the changing of the seasons truly could not have been better timed as he now had an entire other pack to feed. It had been only about a week or so and Judah was already feeling the weight of his responsibilities boring down onto him, though he would never waste his breath to complain. Rather, he viewed times like this as a perfect opportunity to prove himself within his role as Hunter, and so he kept his head down and his nose to the grind. Although, this morning he had some other plans. In about an hour the sun would begin to crest over the horizon and he intended to share the spectacular view with someone else this morning. First, however, he needed to set the scene. He nosed around inside his rucksack and pulled out a colorful beach towel that he had swiped from the summer before and stashed it away within his cave, sometimes using it during the colder months. With a little trial and error, and fighting against the wind, he was able to spread it out flat and pushed pawfuls of sand over the corners so that it would stay in place. Once satisfied that the beach towel wasn't going to get blown away, he grabbed the handles of his rucksack and trot over to the rock face of the cove, stuffing the bag into a small crevice to protect it from the hungry gulls. Pleased with his arrangement, he quickly made his way back within the cove and navigated the tunnel halls to the cave where most of the Crabs were still snoozing away peacefully, most notably the younger pups that were snuggled around the shepherd mix that he had come for. He padded as softly as he could over to her, lowering his head close to hers so that he could whisper, "Syra, beautiful, wake up." he cooed, hoping he had not disturbed her charges.
Syracuse hope this is enough to go off of, feel free to give a short reply and Judah will lead her down to the beach
Her mind was swirling with dreams she'd never remember but at least the sleep was peaceful, and her warmth was pregnant with the littering bodies of her adopted family. She nuzzled gently against the gangmates surrounding her, the image of contentedness. Syracuse's ears flickered against gentle whispers that tickled her audits, and instinct opened her throat. "Sleep a little longer.." She murmured, sure it was one of her charges already boiling over with the need for early adventure. It took her a moment before she opened her amber fire eyes and drearily took in the handsome face of Judah. "Lord... he's beautiful."She thought to herself, or at least she thought she did, before realizing her maw had parted to utter those words aloud.
Her cheeks burned bright but she slowly roused herself to her feet, careful to not jostle the others around her. She ignored her blunder and flattened her ears, "You're up early.." She managed to choke out, her words still heavy with embarrassment even if her features said otherwise. The phantom cocked her head in question, awaiting his explanation. It was clear she was smitten over him but what was he doing seeking her out so early...?
Judah held his breath for a moment as a Brat stirred and he silently hoped that his whisper had not been louder than he intended. Relief washed over him as the young pup just changed position and snuggled down. His eyes retrained themselves on the dark femme as she roused from sleep, and for a moment he felt a little guilty for disturbing her, though the excitement bubbling in his belly quickly pushed that feeling away. A small smirk made its way to his lips at her half asleep utterance as he took a few steps backwards to allow her space to creep around the slumbering pile. A feather tail swung softly at his hocks as he spoke, "Ah, early bird and all that, yeah?" His smile widened, "There's something I want to show you," Turning himself towards the mouth of the cave, he stopped and peered over his shoulder to wait for her to sidle up to him, "It's worth it, I promise." The shepherd gave her a quick wink before starting off at a trot to navigate the cave system once more until they emerged out onto the beach where his beach towel was still carefully laid out. The sable gent stopped once they stepped into the dry sand, a breeze blowing over them and ruffling his fur as he soaked her all in - his large, chocolate amber eyes drinking her in like a glass of ice water on a hot day, he was beginning to think he'd never quench his thirst for her. She was so unlike the rest of them, the curs who had tried so hard to harness the casanova and failed, who clung to his pelt like burs from the thick brush of the thicket. All of them far too entranced with his outward appearance or his job title, wishing only to harness him for their own selfish satisfactions. Not her, though. She made him work for it, and work he did. He motioned with his snout towards the colorful beach towel and split away from her to grab his satchel. Pulling it from the side of the rock face and trotting towards her with the straps hanging from his jaws, he gently set it down so that he could pull from the bottom and let the contents of the bag slip out. With a small clatter, a handful of vibrant seaglass and intricate shells toppled out in a little pile. Judah pulled the bag away from the tiny mound of treasures so that he could let the remainder dump out - two large beef bones with thick layers of raw, bloody steak meat still coating them. "These trinkets have been a part of my collection for many years now. I picked out the most perfect, beautiful ones for you." His voice wavered a little from his nerves as he brought his gaze up from the collection of shells and glass to find her eyes. "And I figured you were probably getting sick of seafood," Judah chuckled, his grin turning more playful now. "Last but not least," again using his muzzle to gesture, he turned his head towards the ocean where the horizon line laid flush with the top of the water, "the sunrise." A soft sigh fell from his lips when he shifted his gaze back to her, "The most beautiful things in life for the most beautiful female."
She followed behind nervously, his energy seemed to exude excitement and her interest was piqued. She was happy to seem him, almost childishly so but her demeanor was demure and sultry. Masked behind her typical fiery gaze of mystery but it was hardly contained when they finally arrived at the beach complete with a blanket set out purposefully. Her throat went dry and her tongue seemed to double in size within her maw. Shock coupled with curious anxiety throbbed within her bodice. Was this, was this for her...for them..?"Oh..Judah.." Her voice was soft as he began moving around, showing her just what he had done, her ears perked at his words. They would beat blood red with her sudden shyness, luckily she had had a thick smattering of fur to help coat her blushing expression.
"This is...this is so beautiful.. " Syracuse responded almost breathlessly, no one, not even her previous mate had taken attention to detail this far. Or wrapped their words like ribbons in soft laments of affection for her, it was nearly overwhelming. Small tears touched the corners of her eyes, but they did not fall. They only seemed to amplify her ember gaze into glass fire. She stepped towards the cassanova, and gently nuzzled the underside of his neck before lifting her head to give him a quick lick on the cheek. "No ones..um ever...ever said those words to me or...paid attention like that. " Her laments were quiet but full of affection.
She moved forward and awkwardly settled onto the blanket, looking over her shoulder and grinning. "And you're right..." she teased "...I was getting a little tired of fish." Her voice was unusually lighthearted and full of ease. Her aura was luminous and inviting, flushed with the contentment she was beginning to feel in his presence. She let her plumed tail wag, inviting him to join her. He was different somehow, soft and caressing with his nature and it was intoxicating. She was often overlooked but here he was ...seeing her. When others saw a gnarled and crippled crone he saw a thing of beauty. The thought was enough for her to close her eyes against and relish, selfish of the euphoria he was gifting her with.
"I think...i just don't understand what you see..." She almost worded to herself.. a thought she spoke aloud when she meant to mull it over in her head. Despite her near melancholy words she was wrapped in the tender hold of the sunrise, her pelt shifting colors to shine with radiance.
tags- sativaJudah notes- OMG THIS TABLE is sooo beautiful!! and damn....theyre gonna have some handsome kids lmao
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