Damaged goods. That would probably be the first thing that came to someone's mind when they laid their eyes upon Dallaslights, the young canine being promptly deposited at the edge of town. The boy – Dallas, as he liked to be called – was a german shepherd, although you wouldn't think it by looking at him. Instead of thick dark brown and black fur, he had a coat of pure white, with the occasional faint patch of light golden blonde mixed in. Not only that, but he wasn't nearly as large as your average german shepherd. Part of this could be attributed to the fact that he was still growing, but a larger part of it could be attributed to the fact that he was malnourished, having only been surviving on the occasional scraps or puddle to get himself by when it was needed. Sure, technically he had lived with a gang that could get enough food when they needed it up until recently, but even then he hadn't eaten much, instead opting to push his food towards others so that they would be more well fed than he. Some would've called it selfless, but honestly the canine just didn't think he was deserving of the meals, especially when there were others who could benefit from them. In addition to his scrawny and boney figure, the male also didn't look as if he was in the best health, with his left front leg messily bandaged up with linen, and what looked to be the scars of bite marks along his spine. Really, the only nice thing that Dally possessed was the small necklace that hung around his neck, bearing a small pendant of St. Christopher made of silver. It was his most prized – and pretty much only – possession, so his silver-blue eyes darted around wearily whenever people came near it, worried they wanted to steal from him.
So, why was such an unlucky and hostile canine currently sitting on the edge of the main town of Tanglewood? Well, that could be attributed to Adelaide. Dallas couldn't exactly remember why he had decided to leave his old gang, really. They weren't actually that much of a gang, since he was really the only one who actively went looking for trouble, but they were more like a family, and to anyone besides himself, it probably would've loved crazy for him to leave like he had. Hell, even to him it had seemed a bit crazy. But he just... he needed to move. He had been getting that restless itching feeling again, especially around one member of the gang in particular, so he had just... needed an escape. So, he had wandered. With nothing but his own body and his smokes, Dal had chosen a random direction to trot off in, passing through the wilds absentmindedly as he fought to stay alive. He met a couple of less than friendly people along the way, but eventually, he ended up meeting Adelaide. He had just been wandering around lazily, a cigarette hanging from his muzzle as he struggled to light it with a match, his necklace, and his paws, when suddenly footsteps had caught his attention. Initially he had been nervous, hostile and on guard because he thought it was another loner looking for a fight. But no, instead it was just the excitable maned wolf currently residing in Tanglewood, her curious gaze scanning over him before filling with concern. The conversation afterward had been brief, to say the least, but somehow it had ended up with Dal snapped up in Ad's jaws, being carried all the way to where Tanglewood resided. At first Dallas had flailed a bit, insisting that he didn't need help, but eventually he had stopped, figuring it was no use. It wasn't like he was going to lash out at Ad's face – she hadn't actually done anything to piss him off. In fact, she was just trying to help him. He just wished that maybe she could've helped him a little less forcefully.
As soon as he was put back down on the ground, he shook himself out, maneuvering his paws back underneath himself and getting to his feet. Glancing around, the male frowned a little when he noticed several curious gazes turning towards him and Adelaide, many of them wondering who this dirty pup who didn't smell of any of the major groups was, and why he was here. Dal just glared back at them, before he turned to Adelaide, barking with a small frown, "So this place is Tanglewood, eh? It doesn't seem as great as y'made it out t'be..." As he turned to face back towards the town, he was fairly sure he could hear Ad responding to him, but it was already too late. His attention had been stolen away by the structures ahead of him, along with the strong swampy scents and the Tanglers moving all around him. He took a few small steps forward, just allowing himself a chance to let his surroundings sink in. It was certainly a lot different from the gang's old hollow, as well as very different from Tulsa or New York, but that didn't inherently make it bad. Hesitating for a moment, Dal let his claws sink a little into the soft ground beneath him, taking a breath before he mumbled, half to himself and half to Ad behind him, "What am I... s'posed to do? Just... take a buildin' or somethin'...?" The notion of such a thing just seemed absolutely ridiculous to the canine. What, you could just join this place by showing up? And just take some random house to be your home? That kind of shit would get you killed in some places, and Dal wasn't very keen on being yanked away from his wandering just to end up dead.
( [member=10457]ADELAIDE[/member] )
So, why was such an unlucky and hostile canine currently sitting on the edge of the main town of Tanglewood? Well, that could be attributed to Adelaide. Dallas couldn't exactly remember why he had decided to leave his old gang, really. They weren't actually that much of a gang, since he was really the only one who actively went looking for trouble, but they were more like a family, and to anyone besides himself, it probably would've loved crazy for him to leave like he had. Hell, even to him it had seemed a bit crazy. But he just... he needed to move. He had been getting that restless itching feeling again, especially around one member of the gang in particular, so he had just... needed an escape. So, he had wandered. With nothing but his own body and his smokes, Dal had chosen a random direction to trot off in, passing through the wilds absentmindedly as he fought to stay alive. He met a couple of less than friendly people along the way, but eventually, he ended up meeting Adelaide. He had just been wandering around lazily, a cigarette hanging from his muzzle as he struggled to light it with a match, his necklace, and his paws, when suddenly footsteps had caught his attention. Initially he had been nervous, hostile and on guard because he thought it was another loner looking for a fight. But no, instead it was just the excitable maned wolf currently residing in Tanglewood, her curious gaze scanning over him before filling with concern. The conversation afterward had been brief, to say the least, but somehow it had ended up with Dal snapped up in Ad's jaws, being carried all the way to where Tanglewood resided. At first Dallas had flailed a bit, insisting that he didn't need help, but eventually he had stopped, figuring it was no use. It wasn't like he was going to lash out at Ad's face – she hadn't actually done anything to piss him off. In fact, she was just trying to help him. He just wished that maybe she could've helped him a little less forcefully.
As soon as he was put back down on the ground, he shook himself out, maneuvering his paws back underneath himself and getting to his feet. Glancing around, the male frowned a little when he noticed several curious gazes turning towards him and Adelaide, many of them wondering who this dirty pup who didn't smell of any of the major groups was, and why he was here. Dal just glared back at them, before he turned to Adelaide, barking with a small frown, "So this place is Tanglewood, eh? It doesn't seem as great as y'made it out t'be..." As he turned to face back towards the town, he was fairly sure he could hear Ad responding to him, but it was already too late. His attention had been stolen away by the structures ahead of him, along with the strong swampy scents and the Tanglers moving all around him. He took a few small steps forward, just allowing himself a chance to let his surroundings sink in. It was certainly a lot different from the gang's old hollow, as well as very different from Tulsa or New York, but that didn't inherently make it bad. Hesitating for a moment, Dal let his claws sink a little into the soft ground beneath him, taking a breath before he mumbled, half to himself and half to Ad behind him, "What am I... s'posed to do? Just... take a buildin' or somethin'...?" The notion of such a thing just seemed absolutely ridiculous to the canine. What, you could just join this place by showing up? And just take some random house to be your home? That kind of shit would get you killed in some places, and Dal wasn't very keen on being yanked away from his wandering just to end up dead.
( [member=10457]ADELAIDE[/member] )
help! i need somebody, not just anybody
when i was younger, so much younger than today, i never needed — anybody's help in any way
( ♛ ) - ————————————————— -「 dallaslights. & german shepherd. & 20 months. & tags. 」
( ♛ ) - ————————————————— -「 dallaslights. & german shepherd. & 20 months. & tags. 」