APOLLO - @
Shootingstar [Oh my gosh a whole story is already building in my mindd]
The large Cane Corso opened his eyes, muscles pulsed and maw opened as he licked his muzzle. He was outside, laying on the sidewalk of a rather abandoned neighborhood, at least he thought so. No one, neither human nor animal, wished to interact with him. With all the chaos he'd cause it wasn't a wonder to him as to why he never saw anyone come out of their large wooden dens when he was prowling about. He was a stray, and a pretty happy one, as well. With all the peace and quiet he got now compared to before was incredible to him.
But... he wanted to escape. He wanted to find a few other dogs, ready to fight by his side, and go out into the wilderness. Fearless, an old dog/wolf mix he met awhile ago, intrigued him since he was one of the only dogs that wasn't scared of him when he snarled at the old mutt. After that he became short-term friends with the wolf-dog, and he'd tell Apollo stories of why he wasn't scared of him; wolves, real ones. Huge, fangs sharper than needle, howls so loud they frightened any enemy within hearing distance. Apollo was determined to find out what was so good about those wolves, make his own...what did Fearless say... 'pack'? Yeah, that. Make his own pack and show those wolves who's boss! He sneered happily at his idea, getting up and stretching.
Maybe today was the day he'd build his force and get out of this old place. Especially now that Fearless had died peacefully of age, there was nothing fun here.