Concrete Pawsteps
Sept 8, 2016 21:11:05 GMT -6
Post by Tobi on Sept 8, 2016 21:11:05 GMT -6
There were always three dog gangs inhabiting the city of Komorrah.
The Dodgers. The swift ones, who prowled the alleys as well as rats.
The Crabs. The sure-footed ones, who could climb any cliff face along the ocean.
The Yardies. The fierce ones, who watched over the humans' belongings.
The Dodgers worked the city over for food, the Crabs became adept at hunting fish and marine life, and the Yardies exchanged their services for shelter and a hot meal. Dogs could pass each other peacefully on the street, for the most part, and know that no one was threatening their territory.
But everything changed when the scrap yard closed its gates for good...leaving the Yardies to fend for themselves. Desperate with hunger, the pack, who was used to getting their way in all things, broke loose upon the city, pushing the peaceful Dodgers to fight back for what had always been theirs. It was either that or starve.
The Yardies, however, were much stronger and better fed than the Dodgers, and quickly drove the pack away from a good portion of their territory...including Waterstone Lake, the main source of fresh water for the Crabs, who had virtually nothing to drink in their own coastal home.
The Crabs protested, insisting that the Dodgers had always let them drink from the lake, but it was no use. The Yardies were steadfast. No one was allowed to enter their new territory.
Eventually, even the mild mannered Dodgers caved with hunger, and began to invade the Crabs' land. They considered it only right, as the Dodgers had been so hospitable to them in the past.
The Crabs, of course, fought back...
Soon, the entire city became locked in a vicious turf war between three rival dog gangs. Between the conflict at paw, and the threats that come with day to day life in the city...do you think you have what it takes to survive the concrete jungle?
