"If ya ain't a fighter, then become one. Anyone can fight." — Crime, Saints Scout
ooc news APR 6 The newest Chronicle is released! It includes both a survey & the results of our territory contest! Be sure to give it a look!
MAR 12 The new Chronicle is released, along with a soft-release of our new map!
FEB 03 The new Canine Chronicle is live! Follow the button below to see what's in store for this month - plus a pretty big announcement!
JAN 13 Going forward, all new threads made under your character accounts in your Personal Board should have the "[PB]" tag displayed in the title! This is to ensure an accurate post count when doing the monthly activity check, given we still do these by hand. Thank you!
JAN 07 The newest chronicle is live! It's full of information on what's to come plus some new, big updates to the site. You can also see the results of the Winter Festival!
DEC 09 Our latest Chronicle and Winter Festival is finally live! Better late than never, amIright? Head on over to the Contests board to check out all the new stuff you can win this month!
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!
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 DUCHESS • APP With a name like this, its no wonder that Duchess is the living emobident of 'regal'. Incredibly smart with a certain charm that others can't resist, don't let her honey-sweet smile and patience fool you. This ambitious, manipulative girl has her eyes set on greatness.
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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It's morning on Pharos Island, and you've decided to explore the lighthouse.
The sun had come up a little while ago, and Ronan didn't feel like going out and searching Blood Village like he had been the past few days. It was what Karma had ordered them to do, those who didn't feel like exploring that patch of Yardie turf, and he had been doing so dutifully, but at this point he was tired of walking around so much. So, instead of making his way all the way over there, he lingered on the beach and decided to explore their new, hopefully temporary, home.
Admittedly, he wasn't super fond of the water and the sand everywhere. There were also an unhealthy amount of people in the area for his liking. How the Crabs could deal with this he didn't know, and yet they did. Yet another reason to get the heck out as quickly as they could.
In the distance, a building caught his eye. It was out on the rocks, for no reason that he could determine. Why was it there? What purpose did it serve? He was curious, and wanted to get a closer look, but getting there could be difficult considering the only path was narrow and rocky. He stood at the edge of it, debating whether or not it was possible for him to get out there.
The cause of her irritation was many reasons, but the main one was her injuries. The sand made them hurt worse - struggling to walk on it and keep her balance. But her injuries kept her from doing the work she loved to do - be a spy, scout out Richardson like many of her other gangmates were doing, and contribute to her gang. Although Zhiva was feeling a particular way about the Saints lately, she still wanted to contribute. She still held the Sentinel position and that didn't exclude her from her job. Her injuries didn't either, which was making it even harder to do.
Zhiva limped around everywhere on the beach, seeking to keep to the cliffs above as much as she could so that she could observe the beach rather than have to walk on it; or keeping to the caves where there was much less sand to struggle over. However, following Dizzybird's advice, she dipped her wounds in the saltwater everyday to clean them, to ensure that they weren't getting infected. And with a wet coat, she traversed the beach again, looking for a more solid-grounded area to lick her wounds and allow them to air dry for a few moments.
This was when she saw Ronan heading out towards the lighthouse. For the moment, he stood at the edge of the rocky path, probably contemplating whether this adventure was worth potentially falling into the sea. Zhiva approached him, stopping at his side as she, too, gazed out over the rocky path. "The most pressing issue here is - 'is it worth it?'" She looked up at Ronan, though she didn't smile. However, her face wasn't twisted up in a scorn like it usually was - so maybe it was Zhiva's version of a smile.
"It is for me,'" she decided and began walking over the rocks. At first, on the drier ones, it was easy as pie, but as she neared the middle, the rocks were slippery, slimy, and the crashing waves made it harder to see her footing.
He didn't hear the Sentinel approach, thanks to the sand, but he didn't show his surprise when she appeared beside him like she had always been there. Not for the first time, he reflected how odd it was to have to look down at one's superior. Okay, yes, he was bigger than Karma too, but she was such an untouchable it didn't matter. Not that Zhiva was a pushover or anything! He'd never say that (or even think it), but he did see her more often than he did the boss.
Floppy ears lifted slightly, pushing forward to show interest as she spoke. It was a good question. The waters could be dangerous if one fell in, he had no doubt about that. Plus, he seriously doubted if he could swim. He'd never had to try, and with his bulk... he'd probably be in for a bad time.
Zhiva seemed to think it was worth it to investigate the strange building, and he wasn't one to be left behind. She was in charge of him, so he didn't want to look weak in front of her, though he wouldn't have been surprised if she already thought so. He had a reputation around the Saints for not quite matching up with their bloodthirsty ideals most of the time.
So, he padded out after the Sentinel, careful to watch his footing, but also keeping an eye on her. If she went down, he had to be prepared so he could lunge forward and grab her, and hopefully keep her on dry land. She was getting around fairly well despite her injuries he thought, but swimming could be another matter.
At this point, Zhiva cared very little for how her gangmates saw her. She knew, by this point, that she was not respected in the same way that Karma or perhaps Ramsay was, so she was losing the fight in her to try. Numb in mind, she pushed forward onto the slippery rocks without much thought about it. Was she suicidal? Or just uncaring? Did she want to fall into the ocean? Or was she just feeling daring today?
As she made it further out and the waves crashed over the rocks, and the foamy waters made it harder to see where she placed her paws. It was all trial and error, really. Like life. You try one thing, it works for a while, something happens, and one learns from it. Maybe one even moves on to a better thing. Maybe that works out for them instead. Zhiva could feel the jagged edges of the rocks underneath her pawpads, and when she didn't, she didn't let her foot down too much. Eventually, she made it to Pharos Island where she could sit idly and lick her wounds. "You don't appreciate living in the slums until you live on the beach for a couple of days." Then she twisted, wincing some, as she gently licked the fur around one of the larger gashes along her side.
Ronan followed as best he could, having more difficulty than the light-footed Sentinel. He managed to keep from slipping and falling into the water, which would likely spell his doom, but there were occasions when he felt the rocks below shift under his weight. It wasn't particularly scary to him, but it was vaguely unsettling. He didn't like not really being able to see where he was putting his feet, or the feeling of the rocks below pushing into his paws.
Eventually, they both made it across in one piece, and he spent a moment looking up at the lighthouse as Zhiva settled herself. It was even more impressive up close, he decided. For once, he felt small. It was a rare feeling for him, one that he typically only felt around other incredibly large dogs and Tiberius.
Zhiva spoke, and he padded back over to her obediently. "Yes... The sand... It's very annoying," he replied, feeling odd having casual conversation with another gang-member, let alone his Sentinel. He just wasn't good at it either. Right now he was just going to suck it up and do his best. "I guess the Eyes are okay though." They hadn't been troublesome to them, and had welcomed them into their home, which was nice of them even if he didn't like where they lived. It was better than being suck in a place that had been burned down.
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