New Gal on the Street (Accpetance)

[Ceridell]

((Apologies in advance. THis is the first time playing this character..even though she's a furry me...I promise they will get better as I get to know her..))

*It had been a little more than three years since her life as a stray had begun, and Ceridel has learned many things. How to forrage, how to aviod the humane sociaty workers, how to find shelter, and how to protect herself*

*And that's what drove her here today...the fighting! NOt only amongst her fellow strays...but...the old mutt shuddered. A week ago she walked into the area known as Old Market Street. Her ever twitching ears had heard many a noise at once. Dogs, yelping, barking growling. Humans, cheering, jeering, laughing. What a bizzare combination...curiously, delicate paws lead her to a warehouse, where through a window all the noises came. Concerned and confused eyes peered through a barred window...and what she saw took her breathe away. Dog were fighting. Not for rights, not for terf, not for food, not for play. Just to be malicious. It made no sense, no sense at all, that was not the way of a dog! Her tail unnaturaly stood out as straight as a pointers as Ceridel continued to expierence the horror that any decent soul expierences when they encounter they're first dog fight. It took only a minute more to realize why they acted so. It was as the apathic owner of the now shreaded dog drug his body out of the ring did the Akita mix know why her fellows acted so. They were expected to. As fast as her old legs could carry her, Ceri fled the scene of senseless and merciless violence. What could that have been about? What for? What cause? Nothing, that's what.*

*After that encounter, it seemed as though she was hearing more and more about these fights...but then,more and more about these...legionaries? A group of dogs agaist such stupidity. Ones bent on peace. Now, that was her style...*

*Ceridel still had a bit of hot dog hanging out of her mouth at she approached the suposed terf of the Limestone Street Legionaries. The vendor had been kind enough to leave it right on the edge, right in the big dog's grasp. She saw no wrong in it...he seemed plenty plump...the old girl was sure he had slipped a hot dog once or twice himself. Her now slightly clouded eyes scanned the area for any signs of life. It smelled strong enough, this was SOMEONE'S home. With a shrug of her shaggy shoulders, the pooch continued deeper into the Limestone Street area*

Ah, well, sure is someone will find me...

[Hadrian]

((No worries! Everyone's gotta start with a character somewhere! ^_^))

Tonight was one night that he didn't head straight to the Fort. So far, many of the older members had been bringing in hopeful new recruits, while he had simply sat back and let them come to him. That wasn't the way things needed to be done in order to get things done. Not that his Legionnaires weren't doing a fantastic job, oh heavens no. Hadrian could not have been more pleased with the progress they were all making. He had simply just gotten tired of letting everyone else do the work.

Padding through the streets at a steady, liesurely pace, the male surveyed the area he was traveling through. He wasn't too far from his home or the park in which the Fort resided, but it was further than he had been in a while. But sometimes areas like this, being left neglected and unpatrolled, could harbor many a being who sought out a purpose. And if Hadrian was too slow in coming... Well, that was something the pitbull did not want to think about.

Hadrian's skin crawled at the mere thought of the Gang getting a hold of any one of the newer members just introduced to the Legionnaires. If they had just been a day or two slower, Tyrant, Junior or Valkyrie could have gotten their paws to any of them, converting them into killing machines... Just like he had once been.

But of course, no one is beyond saving. Hadrian would stand by that until the day he died. He was here to help, to rescue, to give hope to those that had lost it. And he wouldn't rest easy until he could get to his brother, Tyrant. If only it were so easy, though. Tyrant didn't want to be 'saved.' And that just complicated matters.

Lost in his own thoughts, Hadrian traveled much further than he had intended, and soon found himself in a much different part of town than what he was accustomed to. He knew the area, just not as well as he would have liked. That would have to be fixed. Perhaps soon he would send some scouts out to survey and 'map' the area.

However, his thoughts of sending scouts were dispersed at the arrival of a new and unfamiliar scent. Cropped ears perking, Hadrian's nostrils flared gently as he sampled the air yet again, pulling curiously at the scent that he had run across. It was fresh enough to lead the male to gaze curiously around him, eyeing each street until he caught sight of a silver-blue pelt.

Moving slowly so as not to cause the new arrival any alarm, Hadrian watched the female cautiously. He didn't know where she came from, what she was doing here, or if she even wanted anything to do with the Legionnaires. It paid to be careful, believe it or not.

"Excuse me," Hadrian's deep voice carried well up the street, the politeness in his tone a little uncertain; it always seemed to be a bit of an awkward thing, addressing someone you've never met before. How are you supposed to word that sort of introduction?

"Is there something I can help you with?" That was the best he could come up with on such short notice.

[Ceridell]

*Ears flicked quickly, even quicker than usual, as heavy footsteps sounded behind her. Ceridell spun around, but for exploritory purposes. There was no fear in the usualy fearful motion. Rather long ears pricked all the way forward as she slurped down the last of her hot dog. A very large pit bull now faced her. His demenor made her smile. Soft, quite, worried. The monster of a dog was making sure not to startle the old lady! And then...ah, a full fledged smile spread across her face, black stipes exentuating the grin. He was nervous. Good to know. The last thing she needed was to find a potential paradise led by an overtrusting softie. Ceridell craned her neck down slightly, and smoothly and rhythmicly, like a wave, her tail rocked. The Akita mix showed she meant no harm, nor regret for being here. Her cloudy, yet golden eyes looked Hadrain right in the eye, and smiled more softly now, her voice just as delicate*

Cropped from head to toe, scarred also, aprehensive. You must be Hadrain.

*A raspy chuckle escaped her when she went over what she just said. How cold that must have sounded, how uncaring. Ceri had troubles with that, she knew it, but was slowly working on it.*

My apoligies, that was less than polite. I have heard of you, and have been looking for you. Is it true that you lead those with common sense against the artocities of fighting? If so, Ceridell is on your side.

*Though the smile was off her face, Ceridell still apeared friendly. This was serious bussiness to her. After watching the blood fly for nothing more than the pleasuer of watching it do so, it had haunted the old lady's thoughts for all these weeks. If this was a place that could help her, and help her help others, she had found a calling in what little life she had left.*

[Ceridell]

((HADDY POO!))

[Hadrian]

((Ack! I apologize, again, for my lengthy absence! My grandmother recently went in for open-heart surgery, and wasn't doing well after! But she's recovered, so I'm back! I'll post as soon as I can! Off to work now! <3 So sorry, AGAIN.))

[Ceridell]

((Naw, naw, just seeing if you were alive. So sorry to hear about your grandmother, but very glad to hear she is ok!))