SOW RP~ Napoleon and Maroon~ Quite a Charmer

Dogs~ Napoleon,Maroon
Owners of Charecters~ Napoleon: CoolEmoticon, Maroon: Me
Time of Day(Beginning):Late Afternoon
Time of Day (End): Night

Other: Napoleon~ Maroon~ 




 The sleek siberian weaved her way through the abundent streets of Nome in the late afternoon rays. Every witch way dogs were barking, kids screaming, and sleds narrowly missing yours nose.But Maroon knew her way around town so the crossing was swift and painless, this time at least. 

Every paw step I took disapeared in the foot or so of snow, It snowed a bit last night. But nothing compared to the upcoming blizzards of winter. I headed to a popular spot for pets, strays, and even a few sled dogs and gang dogs. Gossip and chatter rang through the long and weather protected ally way as I strode towards a friend of mine. 

"Have anything different this time?" The brute shook his head, winter was known for it's food shortages. "Jeez, you would think some of the canines might be decent at this." I growled and the canine agreed with me. "Whatever," I breathed changing the subject to avoid gossip. "lemme know if you need any help alright." And with that I left, passing gossiping feas and brutes. I leaped onto a few old boxes lowering my head onto my paws to rest.


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 What had ever possessed him to come here? Oh, right, his owner; he mentioned passing this popular spot, and practically forced Napoleon to "play with the other dogs". Pfft, yeah right... Napoleon sighed as he slithered his way through the large crowd of canines. He continuously had to push other bodies out of his way in order to make it out of this heated, crowded catastrophe. He ignored the various remarks, and advances from females and males alike that he received; whether it be butt sniffing, lustful gazes/actions, etc. He sneered and kept his head held high, continuing on his way as if they were all trash to him. He knew he was a good looking canine, but sometimes it was a curse more so than a blessing.

As he finally managed to escape the mess of annoying and/or horny canines, Napoleon caught a blur of red fur in his peripherals. He cocked his head to the side, and advanced towards the motion. He soon found himself looking up at a beautiful, red Siberian laying upon a few boxes. He began to approach her, slowly and cautiously, while clearing his throat. He plopped down, gracefully, beside the boxes she lied upon, and spoke softly: "Quite noisy here, not sure if you'll be getting a good rest, if that's what you intend..." His voice was low, and gruff.


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 I watched as a proud canine pushed his way through lustful canines, females and males alike. He caught my gaze because of the way he walked, proud and graceful. Damn, the other dogs looked like lowly rats compared to the way he entered. What was he doing here? 

Thoughts were pushed back as he weaved his way towards me, my snout still rested on my paw. "Well you get used to it," I straightened up lifting my sleek cranium high. "Napoleon right? Your reputation proceeds you." I charmed. I knew most of the dogs around Nome, it being a small place and most dogs stick around once here.

I shifted my figure to the left a bit leaving a wide gap on the box big enough for the brute. "Come sit." I offered wanting to get to know the brute, him being a good future ally. But there was another reason, he was handsome and I had nothing better to do except sit around in this dump. 

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 Napoleon cocked his head in confusion. This female knew him? Hmm... smart dog; or maybe she just had many extra eyes in Nome. He smiled and bowed his head in thanks, before climbing the tower of boxes, laying beside the smaller female. "My reputation, huh?" He asked, curious. "Tell me, madam...?" He paused, waiting for her to fill in the blank, "what sorts of things do you hear about me? Couldn't be good things," he joked, knowing his bad attitude turned others off. Not that he particularly cared what other canines thought of him. 


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 My crimson ears flicked at "madam" in his German accent, never being called that before. I cocked my head to the right, facing the town, shielding my blush that settled upon my snow white undercoat.

"That's not true, most of the things I hear of you are quite.....interesting." I let the last word roll off my tongue for it's meaning to be precise and obvious. Yes it was true, most of the things she heard about the ex guard dog were negative. But she was prepared to exaggerate the positive influences he gave on Nome, and she didn't believe the rumors anyways. Never does she judge a dog by words on the street. 

"Well I heard you were quite a gentlemen, and I see now the reason that was said." I charmed looking over him with my blue eyes. I turned my head upwards as my maw reached his upright ear "I also heard you were a charmer, can't wait to see you prove that point." I breathed. 


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 Napoleon continued staring at the crimson canine, not once letting his eyes drift from her face. She was, indeed, a beautiful dog, so keeping his eyes on her was not much of an issue. He could smell the embarrassment radiating off the other as she turned away, which caused him to smile in semi-adoration. How adorable; he was able to fluster this female simply with his words... "Oh, really now? I highly doubt that, given a particular, social canine wants my head on a platter..." he snickered, leaving the aforementioned canine's name unspoken. If she was as clever, and well informed as she seemed, he wouldn't have to mention any names.
Napoleon could hear/see the flirtatious tone/action the female gave him as she positioned her maw to his ear. Not that he minded, however, as he knew he was a looker, and he could be charming if he so pleased. He smirked, two could play at that game. He turned his nose, catching his own on her cold one. As the two's noses connected, he spoke, "oh, believe me, the time will definitely come... and you won't forget it," Napoleon's voice lowered into a more guttural tone as he stared into her blue orbs.
With that, he re positioned himself, moving his face away from the other's, and looking out at the town, as the other previously had. He watched the feet of dogs and humans alike, shuffling through the streets.



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 As I pulled my head back from his ear I felt my nose connect with another's, Napoleon's nose. I opened my mouth to speak, maybe a protest or a charm, but nothing managed to make it past my flabbergasted maw. Not even a breath managed, my jaw only hung there wide with astonishment. 

Finally when he pulled away I managed to blurt "Oh i'm definitely not going to forget even this Napoleon." I watched as he turned away, a bit disappointed that it was over. To be honest I urned for a bit more, just a smidge more of the spark. I then followed his gaze, turning my cranium in the process, to the busy street. "Looking for someone?" I asked slightly changing the subject.




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 He chuckled at the other's astonished reaction, oblivious of his effects of charm all the while. He smirked as if he had won a championship of sorts, and snorted in triumph. "Glad to have made such an... impression on you, my lady," he replied, with just as much charm as before. He wouldn't be lying when he said he absolutely loved when his charm had caused side effects on females and males alike. He loved the chase, but rarely ever stayed for the commitment. Not that he would knock up some poor, unsuspecting she dog; rather he was much more into the chase itself.
When Maroon asked if he was searching for any one in particular, he merely shook his head, "no, just wondering why you crazy canines would be wandering around in such cold weather," he chuckled. He tore his gaze from the rush of feet, and turned back to the crimson furred canine. "Anyway, why are you out here? Stray? Pet?... Other?" Napoleon asked out of curiosity.



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 I nodded agreeing with his impression he spoke about. Indeed the duke gave quite an impression on her, treating her well. But she had a feeling he was only in for the temporary spark, witch she of course understood. Not many dogs are yet committed to the demands love makes. But that was not important, a trusting ally had been gained and would it be something more maroon would find out.

"We get used to it, were born into it to be more clear." I chuckled. "Stray. I prefer the life of freedom, and plus I am an ally to most of the canines in Nome. Even a few in the dog gang, it helps to not go hungry." I explained, each sentence fogging the air near my snout. 

It was getting cold, the temperature had dropped suddenly. No dog is ever invincible to the cold, even one who had been in it his entire life, until he was safe and sound near a fire. So I shook ever so slightly at the cold, curling my tail closer to try and keep my back legs warm.


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 Clever dog. The fact Maroon had so many extra contacts on hand was, indeed, a very wise thing to do in such a harsh climate town. As the seconds passed, he began seeing the crimson canine as being more than a mere stray; she could definitely be a handy canine to have whenever he needed a second pair of ears and eyes.
Napoleon would definitely have to agree that being a stray does have it's perks, one of those aforementioned perks including freedom; however, being a pet may have offered less freedom of rules, but it did come with being taken care of, fed and protected. He nodded at her statement, nonetheless, in agreement. "It is true, freedom is a wonderful gift of being a stray, however, as you said, it does have it's downfalls as well." He thought long and hard, choosing his next words carefully: "Well, if you ever happen to need anything to eat, or a place to stay, don't be afraid to come find me. I would be more than happy to help," Napoleon stated after time of thinking. 
When the smaller canine began to tremble in the sudden temperature drop, Napoleon scooted closer to the other, wrapping his long tail around Maroon in hopes to lessen the amount of cold air hitting her more sensitive skin. "Better?" He asked, chuckling. "Wouldn't want you catching something, no?" he finished.


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 "Pet life never truly suited me, nor did I satisfy the owner I had. So I just figured it would be easier as what many people call a stray, and it proved correct for I am much happier." My ears caught his sign of generosity as I nodded "Thank you Napoleon I will note that. And you see all those bad things people say about you are rubbish." I smiled. 

While starting to shiver I flinched at the sudden contact of his tail. I looked back as his tassel draped over mine. "Yes much better thank you." I spoke the truth, I was much warmer when the brute added his warmth to mine. I shook my head "No it would be dreadful to catch a cold, and have to leave." I chuckled. 


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 Napoleon snorted, "why would you have to satisfy your owner? Isn't a dog's presence enough to the point we don't have to roll over and do tricks for them? Geez, humans," he grumbled. His humans never made him do anything he never wanted to; he decided to become a guard dog more on his own whim than anything, as to show how much he appreciated their love and affection. As for his new owner, not that he didn't love him, but he never really grew to liking the guy as much as he had his old family. He internally whimpered at the thought of his old family; how could they have simply given him up, after everything he did for them? Such was the life of a dog, he supposed...
When the other thanked him for his generous offer, he smiled, bowing his head, "my pleasure. Wouldn't want such a pretty thing whither away, now would I?" he continued, keeping his charm switched on as he knew how much it pleased her; or any lady for that matter. Napoleon was well known for being quite the ass, however, what those who thought that didn't know was that they just happened to catch him on his worst of days. Not to mention he was raised with constant praise, and was always complimented, so his ego was through the roof to the point it drove many away.
"Thank God I met a canine in this alleyway who didn't want to get down on me... as the saying goes," Napoleon snorted, hoping to lighten the mood a bit more.


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 I laughed a bit, I hadn't laughed in a long time. I forgot how it sounded like, and boy did it sound weird. But it felt good some how. I then sighed after the chorus of giggles, finally on a happier note then what we were on earlier.

"So um anyways..." I was cut off by the crunch of snow and paw steps. A few gasps were heard in the ally way before hushed by silence. Three blood stained dogs stood at the end of the ally way, one sitting, one pacing, and the other one looking straight at me before giving me a slight nod. Blood dripped from his chops as I cursed from under my breath, Can't these dogs do anything right? I finally remembered the presence of the other. 

"Excuse me for a moment." I smiled as I nuzzled him briskly before standing up to hop down the stairway of boxes. While doing so I brushed my tail underneath his chin, looking back and winking. 

I trotted swiftly towards the sight of the dogs, pushing through the crowd of shocked canines. "I wanted him alive idiots, now I don't know where my food went." The brute opened his mouth to protest but I shut him up with a growl "Remind me to do this kind of thing on my own." I snarled before deciding to give them some recognition to keep their loyalty "But impressive that you managed to defeat him, your dismissed." The dogs straightened up while I complimented them before walking off. 

The crowd continued on with flirting, eating, and god knows what else. I hopped up to my current spot next to napoleon except a bit closer so that our sides touched. I longed for comforting.


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 Napoleon found Maroon's laughter to be quite adorable. He smiled widely, chuckling along with her, as her laugh was an addicting one.
He, too, broke his eyes from the lady beside him, and instead focused it on the three bloodied canines that happened to cause quite the ruccus among the other dogs. He frowned, unhappy with the interruption. He even let loose a low growl in annoyance.
When Maroon stood to leave him, swiping her fluffy tail beneath his chin and throwing him a wink, he smirked at the suggestive gesture. His smirk tuned to a frown, his standing ear falling in confusion when the female began advancing towards the aforementioned canines. Were these some of Maroons goons? Heh, what did she ask these poor hapless folks to do to have them caked in blood?... Many thoughts raced through his mind, as he continues to watch her make her way through the crowds. He didn't tear his gaze from her until she was sitting back beside him, and everything resumed to how it was. 
"What was that about?" He had to ask. 


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 I could sense the concern in his tone as he asked me the question. "I uh.." I stalled still deciding wether to tell the truth or conceal it. I sighed giving into the guilt. "They are a quartet I hired a bit ago, they are a bit like bounty hunters. But they are open for negotiation tasks also." I started, deciding to explain the reason of the canines interrupting the peace. " I hired them 'cause some brute stole my food, I was willing to know why and negotiate but I guess those three decided not. Risky business really." 

I sighed looking up at the grey sky, it was going snow tonight. It was going to snow every night really. Winter was coming along with the bitter cold and hardship. I realized the sad note I left the conversation on. "So anyways, what's your owner like?"


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 Napoleon grunted; "they sound like idiots in my opinion. You know, if they catch those three, they're most likely gonna throw you under the bus, claiming you told them to kill that dog?" Napoleon felt concern boiling deep inside him for Maroon. She obviously was not one to hold ill intentions towards another, let alone murder another for simply stealing food, so the thought of her being punished for a crime she hadn't commit, made him uneasy. He pulled her closer with a paw, "however, if you ever find yourself in such a situation, feel free to find me, I'll protect you," he finished, hoping to bring ease to the husky.
With the sudden change of topic, Napoleon smiled. "Well, he's alright. Isn't home much, not that I can complain as he never seems to provide me with much attention, him being busy and all with work. I was sold to him by my old family in Germany... God knows why..." Napoleon answered earnestly. He didn't really have anything to hide, so he spilled his guts to the curious canine.


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 He's right, my conscience muttered, yep i'm an idiot. I should have thought that through, would I ever murder a dog? No, but no one would believe me except.... my gaze turned to Napoleon. I nuzzled his chest fluff, "Thank you Napoleon, for...for everything." I stuttered shifting my head in his fur to look up at him.

"Well, him being not home is a positive I guess. You can trot around Nome and have free time." I said. "And also I think it was good for you to be sent here." I charmed. "You know why?" I asked waiting for him to try and fill in the blank. "Cause I got to meet you."


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 Napoleon chuckled, "no problem, dear." He responded to the nuzzle by placing his head over hers, as if to shelter her from any harm the world may bring to her. He was being honest when he promised to protect her. She was definitely a lady worth protecting, and he would see to it that he followed through.
He smirked at her comment about how glad she was that his master had forced him here against his own will, when he would have much rather been sleeping at home; now the tables have turned, however. "Agreed; the only downside was having been ground on by these horny excuses for canines..." Napoleon joked. "My rump feels positively violated." he finished, sighing.


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 I felt this head rest upon mine as I cracked a smile. He was like a warm panda bear, a charming, loyal, eat your face off protective, and warm panda bear. While enclosed in fur I examined the canines around me. Horny, disgusting, and drunk canines. Or at least they looked drunk.

I chuckled, "God forbid you see what happens here at dawn," I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the flashbacks. "It is positively horrid." I shifted my gaze from the crowd to the now deserted streets of nome. Had it been that long? It had only been early afternoon a little while ago. Snow began to fall as the crowd began to filter out slowly, but surely.


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 Napoleon opened his eyes, and examined the crowds. "Hmm, do humor me; what happens at night? You've piqued my curiosity, madam." He was curious as hell now that Maroon mentioned what happens when the sun begins to make its escape. 
Speaking of the sun making its escape... Has he really been out here for so long? Huh, guess spending time with Maroon was so worth while that time went by so much quicker than he had expected. 


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 "When the sun goes down so does the level of sanity in some of these dogs." I laughed. 

"It just gets rowdier in here, hard to believe it could get even more crazier than it is right? But it does, unfortunately. That's all I know really, I have only ever stayed so late here and I only hear the weird, crazy, and absolutely chaotic stories the morning after. I'm not to much of a party dog anyways." 

I sighed remembering all the times I was invited to stay after but declined. I was humble when it came to that particular subject. Plus every dog needs her beauty sleep. "Do you like to party much Napoleon?" I asked with genuine curiosity.




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 Napoleon raised a brow, "oh"; he wasn't expecting her to mean simple partying. For some reasons he expected it to be something more... sinister. He shrugged to himself, whatever. 
"I do not like partying, at least not the way most dogs consider 'partying.' I'm more of a... classy... kind of party dog. You know, conversations and meet ups over dry humping and going crazy," he chuckled.


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 "Classy huh?" I said looking back at the way he strode through the less sensitive crowd. I imagined what his kind of party would look like. Lots of men and women dressed in over the top outfits, shiny shoes and assortment of colored suits for the men. And the ladies wearing large dresses maybe even as big as me. Also those huge crystal things that the people call chandeliers hanging from the ceiling I would assume, only ever seeing one being shipped and making a stop in Nome. I even imagined Napoleon wearing a bow tie, I chuckled at the thought but admired slightly how proper and handsome he looked. I decided to know the truth on these parties and what they were like. "What are the parties like? The classy parties that you like, or have you not been to one?"


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 Napoleon chuckled, watching the female wander in her thoughts...
"Well, they're very proper. No dancing or loud music, just catching up with old acquaintances with platters of fancy finger foods, as you Americans call it, and wine tastings... As a canine, however, I never got to experience the foods or drinks; I just wandered around with my master, or talked with other dogs, which were few..." Napoleon gave a nostalgic sigh, "those were the days." If given the chance, Napoleon would definitely go back in time, and make better use of his time in Germany, with his old family. He regretted never taking advantage of the things he was so lucky to have had...


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 I chuckled at "fancy finger foods" because of how true it was. Reality was that america was the fast food restaurant of the world in most places, or at least that's how I saw it. I loved this place, nevertheless, it being my life long home compared to other dogs like napoleon being shipped in and out from places to land here. The middle of freaking no where, but it was our middle of no where. 

"Do the dogs speak German or do they speak, like, fancy English?" I chuckled at the thought of some of my friends attempting to speak proper English instead of the slang everyone uses. "Ah Napoleon, what a gathering worthy of our presence is it not? May I join you to the garden out in the courtyard." I mocked what I thought off as fancy English, adding my best English accent I could muster.


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 "Hmmm, German, for sure," Napoleon replied, as if thinking about the question. He chuckled at Maroon's impression of noble English folk, but played along nevertheless; "mmm, quaint, quaint. Why, my lady, I thought you'd never ask!" Napoleon rose a paw to his chest as if astonished by her faux proposition. 
Acting like this was new to Napoleon; he was thoroughly surprised with himself, in all honesty.


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 I laughed at the surprising skill he showed in his English accent. "Your actually pretty good at that!" I had met a few canine's that spoke the eastern tone, I wonder if he had met any canines that spoke like that? Unfortunately my horrendous laugh had attracted some attention and I turned away, flustered. 

After the rest of the crowd turned there heads back to whatever they were doing, the last remaining canine's left. The day light slowly disappeared behind one of the buildings as the blanket of a shadow draped over the alleyway. I sighed disappointed at how quickly the time had gone by. "I guess it's getting quite late," I sighed before adding "and cold as a sled dog with no fur." I chuckled before standing up. "Should we met again sometime charming." I teased. 


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 Napoleon chuckled at the laughter the female emitted, her attracting attention in the process. When she noticed, and turned away flustered, Napoleon glared at the canines staring, and pulled his lips back in a menacing snarl; in return, the aforementioned dogs turned their heads back to where they previously focused their attention, leaving her. He huffed, looking back at Maroon with a smile. 
Napoleon flinched in surprise when the other stood to her feet. His ears lowered in disappointment. "A-alright, I guess. We will meet again, for sure! If you ever need anything, or happen to get into any trouble, feel free to hunt me down and I'll help you..." With that being said, he, too, stood to his feet, and stretched his aching limbs. 


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 I nodded at his suggestion "Will do." I watched as he stretched and I waited until he straightened up. I nuzzled his cheek for a moment before sliding my nose to touch his. "Meet me here in a couple of days alright?" I said our noses still contacted. I pulled back after getting an answer. Sighing before deciding to brighten the mood of it "See ya' later." I barked leaping off the boxes and trotting out of the ally way. I was near the end of the ally way when I looked back, half of me cursed that I did the other half just nodded. I smiled, my pelt being illuminated with the moonlight. I then bounded off, determined to see him again.


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 Napoleon smirked, a light blush dusting his muzzle at the female's actions. He chuckled, a"wouldn't miss the opportunity even if my life depended on it." He watched her bound off into the street - momentarily turning to give him a nod, of which he politely returned - until she dissapeared. 
With that, he made his own exit, making his way back home. 
Time to show his owner his sincerest gratitude...


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