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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 CANAILLE • APP Canaille loves to play tricks; he’s always been a trickster at heart. Canaille has a pension for getting himself in sticky situations, though. He’s got a smart mouth and while clever, it’s not always enough to get him out of trouble. He likes to play pranks on those around him, often at their expense. He cares little for how his jokes are received, and even less for the consequences they sometimes cause.
Nestled in the heart of Komorrah itself is the city. Honking horns, a constant flow of people, and an ebbing murmur of sounds gives the city both its appeal and chaos. The city expansive and wild; it's crowded and perfect for someone who just wants to blend in. It's here, in the gullet of Kessir, where the Dodgers call their home; you'll find their dens in the Labyrinth.
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She was still staying close to home, despite how much time had passed since the attack. Honestly, that was nothing new for her. It would be weird if she didn't lurk around the Dodger's turf. It wasn't like she had any reason to leave. Her job wouldn't take her beyond their borders, and their food supplies were always full. Usually, anyway. It seemed they were still having a hard time with the Yardies coming in and causing trouble for them. Occasionally, she would cross the scent trail of a Yardie that had snuck in, and she would stand there quivering in fear for many long moments before gathering herself again.
Today, she didn't have that problem as she roamed the streets. She was actually in rather good spirits that afternoon, having gotten a decent night's sleep the previous night. It was a rarity for her, and she was determined to enjoy it.
Occasionally, she would pop into one of the abandoned buildings to poke around (for what she didn't know), and that was what she was currently doing. At least, she was until her paw hit something hard and unmoving and she fell onto a pile of things with a crash and a surprised oof. What on earth had she stumbled across?
Argent was just leaving one of his little hoards of items, having just added some abandoned cutlery to the mix. He froze when he heard a crash come from behind him. He dreaded it may be one of the dogs that liked to trash and destroy his stashes. He had only just had the chance to build this one up, always having to move them around so as not to be fiddled with.
He turned precariously, sure he was about to see major destruction that would leave him slinking away in the opposite direction. He was surprised to see a blue female named Rhea. From what he understood, she wasn't really the type who would normally cause Argent such trouble. Though.... maybe she had an angry alter ego? Argent watched for a moment, but saw that she wasn't destroying anything. He decided it was alright to approach her, so he padded out from down the hall.
"Humans call that a microwave," he gestured to the somewhat larger item she seemed to have tripped over, "Real good fer heatin' stuff, but I haven't figured out how it could be useful to us yet." He was cautious with his words, waiting to see what kind of reaction the female would have. Would she think he was just as odd and useless as all the others?
Hauling herself up off the floor, Rhea closely examined the item she had so ungainly found. She would have said it had been left behind by the previous occupants of the building, but there was other stuff around it that seemed equally out of place. She was just reaching out with a paw to touch it when she heard pawsteps approaching and looked up. Argent was there, and he said something about the item she had been peering at. She didn't know him well, but he never caused any trouble for her, or anyone else in her mind. Though, it seemed like sometimes the gang didn't have a high opinion of him, just like they didn't her.
"A microwave, interesting," she said slowly. She wasn't sure how they could use it either, but if he said they could once he figured it out then surely he was correct.
"I guess warm food would be nice," she commented. "I haven't had that for a while." By the time they got the prey and garbage, it was usually cold. Sometimes, especially in the winter, it would be nice to have something that wasn't.
"Is all of this yours?" she asked, gesturing to the rest of the pile with the paw she'd had raised.
As the female stood up, Argent dropped into a sit, peering at all the goodies he'd collected her. He nodded curtly to her when she said warm food would be nice. It certainly would be. The difficulty would be finding a working outlet and getting the appliance plugged in. He'd seen the humans do it, but his paws struggled to keep the cord aligned and pushed into the wall. And it didn't work without it. Maybe Rhea could help and they could keep it their secret little treat for in the winter.
"Yes, yes, I suppose it is all mine. The earth's really. Doesn't belong to me but I've collected it all and brought it here," He began digging through all of his items, searching for something he felt was worthy of praise. Much of it was just junk, in all honesty. Scraps of metal and plastic, plaster, or stone. He pulled up a garden ornament he had retrieved one day. It was of a dog, sitting happily. It sort of resembled Rhea, in a way. Similar looking build but with large gray spots and patches and much more white than Rhea had. Adorable, none the less.
"I just liked this one," He smiled as he plopped it down at his feet, waiting for Rhea to acknowledge the similarities.
He supposed it was his, but it didn't belong to him? Rhea struggled to keep a smile from her face at his turn of phrase. If he'd brought it all here, then it belonged to him now in her mind. But, she'd let him be modest, if that was what he was doing. Who was she to argue with him?
Rhea peered at the statue, politely at first and then with more interest. "Oh! I like that too," she said, surprising even herself with a chuckle. Perhaps that was how she had looked in her happier days, long ago as they might have been. It was like some weird kind of time capsule.
"I dub it... Rhena," she said with a smile, gently placing a paw on its head for her proclamation. "Unless you already picked another name out of course." It was a name she would have given one of her children, had she been able to see them grow up. She often felt some longing for what could have been, though she acknowledged her life could have been much worse.
"This is pretty cool," she admitted of his little trove. Sure, there was a lot that she didn't see an immediate use for, or that was purely ornamental (she assumed) but it was still a lot of stuff that he had put time and effort into gathering, and that was worth something.
Argent lifted his paws and threw his head around in a full body wiggle when Rhea laughed and smiled about the statue. His eyes brightened to see her with more of a spark. She even picked a name for it! He rolled to his back and wriggled in the dust on the floor, paws flinging playfully towards Rhea's chest and head.
"Nope, Rhena it is!" he exclaimed, his tongue lolling out uncontrollably, so long and floppy that it touched the ground next to his upside down head. He didn't mind, he was overjoyed to have made some sort of connection with the female. Anything that made someone smile was worth the effort.
Argent rolled back to his tummy in a sneeze, "Thanks," he glanced around at the objects once again, "I have more, you know," he thought of his other hoard sites. Some were larger than this, some were smaller, but all were equally loved by Argent.
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She couldn’t help but keep grinning at the sight of his antics. She was used to puppies acting like goofballs, but it was another thing entirely to see an adult doing it. Besides, no pup ever got that excited about anything she had to say. It was nice, actually. She even couldn’t help but paw at his paws playfully. He was gonna be a mess after with all that dust, but who cared? A little dust never hurt anyone.
Well, it did make you sneeze sometimes, when you snorted it up your nose, like it seemed he had. If they’d had a concept like “bless you” she would have said it.
His gathering of stuff might have been called hoarding in a human, and been a cause for concern, but as it was Rhea thought it was somewhat neat. ”Oh wow, you’ve been at this a while then! What made you start?” she asked. Ever since Trax had asked her why she did what she did, she felt compelled to ask everyone. It was interesting, she had found.
Argent's parted smile closed at her question, replaced by a look of thoughtfulness as he tried to recall a time before collecting. Why had he started? Well, it was all for the purpose of building, inventing, innovating, but... Why did he want to do those things in the first place? His tongue run over his chops as he thought how to respond.
"Well, s'pose I've always been that way inclined, y'know. Build stuff, make stuff, creation... " He looked down again. "This, here, I made this!" He spoke without thinking; it was a failed creation. His paw directed to a tattered umbrella attached to a toy saddle. It was large enough to fit some dogs, but too small for a great majority of Dodgers. Plus, for those that it did fit, the umbrella, which had a fair number of holes, would cover only their back. The face would still be completely exposed.
His expression became quickly dejected as he realized his mistake, "Well that's, uhm... I just want to be helpful!" He turned to his motivation for his creations "This is the only thing I know how to do," he seemed to shrug weakly before finishing his thought with his eyes glued to the ground "and I'm not even good at this."
It appeared that beyond collecting things, he actually did things with them, which impressed her even further. She had never met anyone whose skill set included combining human things. Granted, he didn't seem that impressed with his own work, and she couldn't quite see the use of it, but she thought it was impressive that he'd been able to do it at all. She was scrutinizing it and therefore missed the look that came across his features, but she could pick up on it from the abrupt shift in conversation.
"I mean, sometimes it takes a couple of tries to make something useful," she commented, turning back to him. "I don't think even humans get things right all the time." She'd seen some weird things in the dumpsters in her time, like chairs that were put together completely backwards. If even people couldn't figure it out, then how could they do the same thing right away?
"It just takes practice. And I mean, you're doing something no one else is," she concluded, her tail wagging slowly as she grinned. It wasn't often that she got a glimpse into the private lives of her gangmates, but now she was wishing she could do so more often. Technically, she supposed she could if she just tried to integrate herself more, instead of letting her mind trick her out.
Argent initially remained silent at Rhea's response, but his eyes brightened as he thought about it. He supposed she was right, everything did take practice, and she had a point - even humans messed stuff up. Argent always liked to hear things in terms of humans, it was the best kind of reassurance he could receive. He spent so much time watching them, using their things, trying to learn about them, that he had grown such an admiration and amazement. Not that he wanted to be owned by one, certainly not, but... To be able to make the things they make, definitely!
Rhea's attempt to cheer him up had been successful. His maw parted and pearly whites glowed in a smile. He did something no one else did. It almost made Argent so happy that he became sad. If she could see him the way he always thought about himself, how come none of the rest of the gang saw him this way? How come others only looked down on him?
Argent's gaze fixed on Rhea's wagging tail and his began to mirror the swaying movement without conscious choice. He wanted to be as kind to her as she was being to him. "what brought you to these parts, anyhow?" he questioned, trying to strike up a natural conversation.
It seemed as though her words had struck home, and for that she was grateful. It was nice to make others feel better, and not just because she had such a hard time doing it for herself. Honestly, it was nice to just have a peaceful conversation with someone in these trying times.
What brought her out here? A reasonable question, she supposed. "Just out for a walk, really," she replied. "Sometimes, it's nice to get a breath of fresh air and be sociable." She wasn't very often, after all. Now, the more time she spent around other members of the gang the more she felt like maybe she could be more sociable and open with them. It was helping her to find some friendly members, and actually make some friends in the gang. She hoped they felt the same way about her, but she wasn't going to question them. If they chose to spend time around her, then she was welcome for it.
"I should do it more often, but it's not always easy," she admitted. Sometimes, she just didn't have the energy for it, or she was too busy with the pups, and sometimes, she honestly didn't feel like it.
Argent's head bobbed, nodding agreeably to the blue dog's words, though.. he wasn't sure he quite felt the same. He could definitely relate to going out for some air, that what he spent a majority of his time doing, to be fair. But when he went out for a wander it was usually to get away from the Labyrinth and away from the others.
While he cared deeply for his family, he had also felt so hurt by them at times. He tried to be encouraging of Rhea, as he had heard she'd had a tough time adjusting. And it was true that he didn't see her out and about too much. "It's really awesome that you found the time for it today!" Even though Argent's safe place was getting out and wandering, and in his stashes of human stuff, he could relate to the struggle of stepping outside that bubble of comfort. Where it was hard for Argent to show his face around the Labyrinth, it may be difficult for Rhea to leave the place.
"Maybe it would be easier if you had a friend to walk with?" Argent questioned, hoping maybe Rhea's interest in his stuff could evolve into a true friendship. Also, maybe befriending the denmother would help to shift his reputation for the up and coming Dodgers she helped raise and look after.
A nod of agreement met his enthusiasm. It was a good thing she'd come out today, and wandered into this particular house. Otherwise, she might never have gotten to know Argent so well. That would have been a pity; he was really quite nice, and she couldn't imagine why anyone would think otherwise. The Dodgers didn't strike her as one to pick on others, but she knew they were a varied bunch. Besides, there were always those in every group who caused trouble. The amount of trouble could vary greatly within groups, too. What might be trouble for the Dodgers possibly wouldn't register as a blip on the radar for the Yardies or Saints.
"Probably," she agreed without hesitation. Not only would it help her get out of her own head, but she could also move around with more confidence knowing someone else was with her. Perhaps eventually she could move around confidently on her own, given enough time.
"We should go on one together sometime. You can show me more of your stashes," she suggested.
Argent was content that Rhea was interested in his suggestion. He had only been thinking of walks around the territory, but if Rhea wanted to see more of his stuff, he was happy to share. Though... could he trust her not to tell others who may end up destroying his hoards? He wasn't sure yet, but surely time will tell.
"Yes," he exclaimed, "I'd love to go for a wander with you sometime!" He paused, trying to recall how long Rhea had been apart of the Dodgers and how familiar she might be with the territory and surrounding areas. He decided not to stress his brain too much, so he simply asked, "Anywhere in the territory you're still lookin' to explore?"
Argent was sure his knowledge of the maps would be of assistance to the denmother. He was excited at the idea of being helpful for once. His mind began flitting through different areas, deciding which would be the safest yet most interesting.
Her tail wagged excitedly as he agreed with her plan, delighted to have made a new friend. Such a kind soul, this one. Not that there were really unkind souls in the Dodgers. Some troubled ones, sure, but not outright unkind. Or perhaps there were, and she hadn't met them. That was likely for the best.
She lifted her head a bit and tilted it to the side as she thought of their lands, and what she had and hadn't explored. "Not that I know of, but I don't get around much," she admitted finally. "You probably know more of this place than I do." It was a simple statement of fact, one that she wasn't ashamed of. She just, didn't get out and about much. It was a good thing she hadn't tried to go into the security jobs. Not only did she not fight, but she really disliked going anywhere beyond their lands. Hmm, good thing she hadn't been a scavenger either then.
She did need to know their turf, though. Maybe if she could find little bolt holes everywhere she could feel better about wandering around alone. This was their land, and they should have an advantage when moving around in it as opposed to an outsider. Though, considering how much time the Yardies seemed to be spending in their stashes she wasn't sure that was the case anymore.
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