Di Trieste - Run by ~Kach-22 (https://www.deviantart.com/kach-22)
Alpha:
Omerta is the code they follow. The code is to be followed and upheld at all costs. Ruthless gangsters with really bad tempers, methodical and thorough. Hell bent on growth and power. Eagerly, they follow their leader with unquestioned loyalty and respect. Within the strongly fortified compound of their H.Q., Trieste rules their territory with a terrifying and powerful iron fist. There are little these canines will not do to ensure they protect themselves and their pack stays on top of the food chain at all costs. Trieste dogs are expected to uphold a certain level of tact in everything they do, as w
<Alcemistnv>Otter grunted, allowing his frustrations to be voiced. Sand and dirt and pebbles and dry grass and salty water. And THOSE DAMN BIRDS. "Shut up!" he barked up at the birds, irritated. One of the gulls squawked back at him, and he responded by jumping as high in the air as he could, which really wasn't that far when compared with an animal that could fly. "I swear I'll kill every one of you in your sleep if you don't shut up."Squawk! He splayed himself onto the floor, giving up. Fighting with other dogs he could do, same with the humans. But not these animals. Maybe there was a small animal nearby he could play with for the ti
Derrin coughed himself awake, body convulsing with heaving breaths, eyes blinking rapidly as he scrambled to his long legs, standing, shakily, stomach churning. His nose tickled uncomfortably, pelt hot, mind swimming, and he hacked, tongue lapping at the roof of his mouth at the taste of stomach acid in the back of his throat. A tremble ran through him as he swayed on the spot, abnormally large ears pinned back, shoulders hunched. He looked like shit, no doubt, and he felt entirely pathetic. "Must have been that rabbit I ate last night... I knew it smelled funny." He thought to himself and he bend his neck, craning his head down to pick up hi