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These sled dogs are champions. They’ve won the famous Iditarod 2 years in a row. Now, it’s the off season. Months full of resting, training and bonding. Enjoy your glory days while you can. Will you make it to the next race? Or will you fall behind? Setting: Nome, Alaska |
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Jaeger Position On Team: TBD - The area in which they were all in right now was caged in, but not by much. It was a giant run, with plenty of space to stretch and walk around. A shed to the left was their luxury- shelter. All it was was four walls and a small hole for a door, with hay inside, but it was like heaven to them. They were used to curling up on the cold earth and using their fur to stay alive. The rest of the pen was almost like a cage at a zoo, to be honest. There were a couple trees, some giant flat rocks, lots of grass- since it was summertime, it was decently hot for what they were used to. At the moment, it was about 55 degrees, which was scorching. The nights only lasted about four hours at the moment and they days had the sun beating down on them mercilessly. It was difficult. Every day their owner took out an ATV and they all got to race alongside it, which was absolutely amazing. It was the one way their true desires were curbed- all of them only wanted to run. They were sled dogs at heart. +++ Teufel wasn't on the team at all yet. He had competed in the Iditarod on a different team, and had been a sled dog his entire life, but he was just being brought into this team- and he didn't give an f- about it. He silently walked right beside his new owner, no leash necessary, his head much higher than their waist. They were not tall, but he was. His blue gaze watched the upcoming cage carefully, slightly narrowed, his long claws digging into the ground with each step. Hopefully these dogs wouldn't be so damn annoying as the ones before. The owner opened the gaze and gestured for him to go into the pen- with sled dogs, there was no 'sniff each other through a fence' shit. This was the first test, as Teufel knew- where he would be in the ranks. If he was left unchallenged, he had a high position. Among the top dogs in here. If anyone challenged him, they would stand off and fight until someone won. It was very simple. The owner wouldn't stop these fights unless they got deadly- it's how they decided who was strong enough to stay. The door closed behind him with a click. His head swiveled slowly, scanning every dog in the pen. - Jaeger paced to the shade of a tree right in the middle of the area, flopping down with a huff. His black coat felt like it was on fire- the only relief he could find was pressing himself against the cool ground under the tree, tongue hanging out of his mouth, hoping that the owner would come soon so that they could go running. His eyes were half lidded as he rested, paws twitching occassionally. He preferred the competition time so much more to this, but for a little bit, it was nice to rest. However, this summer was not all resting. The owner would be testing them to see who would stay and who would go. And to test for lead dog. He had been the lead dog both years they won the Iditarod- he was confident he could snag the position again. Licking his lips, he lifted his head and glanced around, tail curled into his side. He was mildly bored- okay, very bored, but he was busy thinking about how to win, so that was nice. Then the gate opened. His dark gaze snapped to the owner first, then- this giant hulking brute of a dog. "what does he eat?" Jaeger muttered, getting to his feet immediately and shaking himself off. His ears were perked straight forward as he strode forward slowly, pausing a little ways away to stare down- well, up- at this new dog. "Who are you?" He demanded roughly. |
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| Pigeon growled at Jaeger. "Let the new dog sniff around, would you?" She turned and strode away, still keeping an eye on Jaeger. Pigeon then lies down with the other dogs and tells them about Jaeger being in a bad mood, so they don't test him as she did. |
| She watched the two sled dogs and waited for the moment Jaeger launches himself at the newbie. Eventually, it would happen, but maybe not right now. Seeing nothing was going to happen, she didn't mind falling asleep. | |
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Teufel turned his gaze to the other male, his look unamused. "Why would I answer to you?" He asked flatly. A moment later, a smaller female came prancing up to spit at the other male. His eyes focused on her in a scrutinizing, disdainful manner, lip lifting slightly. "I don't need..." He looked her up and down for a moment with a snort. "Anyone to protect me. Mind your own business." He growled lowly, shouldering the other male aside as he strode past. He walked towards the back corner, head high and steps long. This was a wolf who wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. He circled and sat in the shade of a far tree, his position stiff as he observed the rest of the pen. . Jaeger lifted his lip at Pigeon. "Don't tell me what to do, would you?" He responded snappily, his teeth clicking together as the other male outright challenged him with the mocking tone then shoved him aside. From their mere weight he stumbled, fuming. His glare was Blazing as he watched them walk off, the exact opposite of their cold gaze. He shook his head and started pacing, needing to think. Now he would have to fight that disrespectful buffoon to show everyone that he was still in charge. Just great. |
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WILTERING WINDIGO| POSITION| SWING DOG Blu ducked out from the shed. Her back brushing across the top of the door as she spotted the new dog. No he wasn't a dog he was definitely full wolf. She shook out her dark coat and leaped onto a large rock she had claimed as her spot when they where first brought to the kennel. "Not this again" she muttered watching the dog with keen blue eyes. She had been swing dog since she was old enough to be hooked up to a team the border Collie in her making her perfectly agile for the job. She hated new dogs especially ones that could be a threat to her life long position. Boi was a very recognizable dog wildering windigo was her name on papers and that was how she was introduced in the races. Most dogs who raced against her team remember how violent she could get and how strong she was. Jumping and pulling against her harness nearly dragging her handlers off their feet. Yes handlerS she has two people that hook her to the sled because shes so strong. Her team knew her as Blu but everyone else she was windigo the name suiting her horrifying strength speed and agility. But now she watched the new dog as he entered the kennel sitting apon her rock as she jumped down as pidgion growled at jaggar "watch you tounge" Blu snapped at the small sled dog "your not one that we need you will be easy to replace if you snap at your elders again" |
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| "I'll let you know I will do what I want!" she snapped at Blu. She bared her sharp teeth, reminding them why everyone feared her. easy to replace? the words stung but she didnt care. "Im not easy to replace Blu... you are." She walked away from Blu and snarled at Jaeger once more. "oh and... jaeger you can talk a big game until you get shot down by a female." | |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Polaris ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ It had been a rather uneventful, tranquil day until the pen abruptly came to life, which was much to Polaris` dismay. The she-dog had always preferred the quiet that came with the others slipping into their respective slumbers, but of course it was eventually ruined. Her head lifted as she observed the unfolding interactions between familiar faces and an.. interloper; it had been quite a while since the last time a new canine dared to show their face in these parts, especially given this specific team`s reputation. Polaris shifted subtly, adjusting her weight onto her haunches as she rose to a rather disciplined sitting position. Even if Blu, Jaegar, and Pigeon were insistent on making a scene, she would observe and attempt to figure out who this newcomer was exactly. A barely suppressed sigh slipped past her maw as she narrowed her azure eyes at the brute that seemed to be sullking in one of the corners. Her ear flicked in an absentminded manner, sizing him up whilst making mental notes here and there. The others were certainly correct about one thing: the newcomer was massive and she almost immediately presumed she had some kind of wolf in his genes. Even if there was a lot of chaos, Polaris blamed the canines around her that were of similar age; they were way too energetic, but of course they were. They had to be for this type of work. |
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Teufel watched what happened with silent stoicism, studying the female that had ducked out of the shed. Slightly smaller than him, strong looking, and annoying. Because everyone was. She snapped at the other smaller dog, the smaller dog snapped at her, Yada Yada. It seemed like this whole team was falling apart- he could tell the male that approached him had been the lead dog, and that smaller female wasn't respecting them at all. It was pitiful. He wondered how they ever won the Iditarod... with this pack loyalty? There was none. He snorted slightly and curled his tail around his feet, watching with a flat gaze. It slowly turned as he felt another's eyes boring into his pelt, meeting those of a decent sized female, lounging around the shed. She was obviously observing him- which was smart. He would too. It wasn't often a new dog got brought in, and the fact he wasn't even really a dog made that even more strong. His head slowly turned back to where he was watching the other male, an ear flicking absent mindedly towards the female. He needed to learn their names at least to get this tangled mass of pelts out of his brain. Teams had to be loyal and respectful, but he would prove himself, rise in the ranks, and then quietly do his job. Its what he always did. He didn't cause trouble unless trouble came to him, which it did far too often. He wasn't going to worry about anyone until they worried about him. He knew the male would eventually challenge him, and likely others, but he would just prove himself and keep moving. That's how it always worked. . Jaeger flicked an ear to what was happening between Blu and Pigeon- the smaller, younger female needed to shut up. Blu was quite right. He had known her for a long time and he knew she'd hold her own just fine, especially against Pigeon. So he didn't intervene. However, when Pigeon brushed by him and snarled at him, he decided it was time to teach someone a lesson. "Hey." He snapped, standing up, his hackles lifted. "I've been the lead dog on this team for two years now. I led us to winning the Iditarod, and I've kept us together. We are a team, and we don't talk to each other with disrespect. This is how we lose." He growled. "Remember your place, Pigeon." His dark brown eyes bored into her. "I will give you no respect if you give me no respect." |
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Blus hackeles rose as she watched pidgion stalk away. With a snarl she leaped in front of the small team dog "pidgion I would like to see you TRY to take my position as swing dog! You may scare the other team dogs but I don't give a f- about you! I was probably the same size as you when I was 4 months old. Now if you want to keep snapping your teeth at me I'll rip your throat out" blus body was tense and her fur was standing up on her back. All 39 inches of her towered over pidgion. The dogs blue eyes where inraged if it wasn't for her the team wouldn't have made it around those sharp corners and they wouldn't have won by six dog lengths last year. The fact that this little runt of a sled dog was trying to act like big game was a joke to Blu and if she had the chance she would make sure that pidgion didn't talk down to her again " Now unless you want to know why windigo is my true name I would scamper your runty but back to the shed pidgie" The deep grey female snarled her ears pressed back against her head. |
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| Pigeon put her tail between her legs and scampered back to the shed. If only I could show them.. she thought. She couldn't do that, especially to the lead dog... When she got into the shed, she looked terrified. Her own father used to yell at her and @bu$3 her, that brute should know that by now. She was terrified when someone, male specifically, yelled at her. She had watched her mother go through the worst with Pigeon's father. She didn't want the same to come of her. | |
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