On the Pull .open.

[resputin]

"Let me off!" growled the spunky little Papillion, snapping at his black leash indignantly. It certainly was not the most appealing way for such a fit young male as himself to enter this place that would certainly be filled with nice girls to chat up. Yet, as his brick red eyes rolled around the park, they located not even a single other dog.

"Hard lines, I suppose," he mumbled to himself as Missus Blake unlatched the leash from his studded collar. Without wasting another second, the small Brit of a dog shot across the clean green fields to a large tree. Looking up into its branches for no particular reason, the small dog curled between its scarce visible roots. This would be quite the dull outing, without a doubt. Sighing, the little male rested his chin upon his small white paws. Furried ears tilted to the sides, brown eyes fixed on the entrances to the dog park. Another male would not be quite so pleasant, but there was nothing better than going on the pull for a sweet girl. His bushy tail beat dully against the tree trunk as he waited.

Maybe there wouldn't be another dog who would show up today. Perhaps it would only be him and silly Missus Blake, who thought that he was utterly in love with her or something of that sort. He turned, raising his small cranium from its resting pillow of his paws. Why hadn't Mister Gregory brought him here? Mister Gregory often never allowed for his fiance to touch his darling Papillion. For her to bring him here, by her lonesome, something awful must be up. Suspicious, Theo lifted himself back to his paws, trotting lazily toward the bench on which the Missus sat.

"All right?" he yipped with a small smile and a wag of his tail, as he half jumped against her legs and left his forepaws upon her shins. The young woman smiled and reached down, lifting him up by his front half, which was rather uncomfortable. In her lap, however, he planted his paws against her collar bone and stared blankly into her lackluster eyes. "What's up, Missus?" he queried, reaching forward to lick her face affectionately.

"Theo!" she laughed, gently pointing his muzzle away with her hand. "Don't lick me!"

Theodore bit his tongue lightly, giving his mistress a look of mischief before nipping at her nose and jumping off her lap to the sidewalk. He turned back to her, sinking into a play bow. From the small bag she had brought, Missus Blake produced a tennis ball and tossed it far for the little ex-champ. Theo took after it quickly, tackling the ball as he reached it. Now came the problem. How to pick that up in his tiny jaws? He looked back to Missus Blake in concern over this problem, but she appeared nonchalant and had resumed the reading of some daft magazine. Giving up, Theo began to nudge the ball about in a circle, quite bored and incapable of thinking up any other games to play alone.

[ghost]

It's a Thugg thang.

Everyday I'm Hustlin'

Ever since the break out, the deadly trio hadn't left the park. Perhaps it was because they had a connection here, being as this is where their master would go to meet potential dog opponents. Or perhaps it was because they were just too damn lazy to go elsewhere.

Maybe a bit of both.

Thuggin, Hustla', and Tag were still lounging inside the parks fountain, little partials of dirt and blood swirling about their toned limbs. Spectators kept their distance, occasionally ushering a child by quicker than normal. Some knew what kind of dogs they were, what their work was, but others at times had to be reminded to keep their distance with a throaty warning growl. If they didn't know before, they knew now.

Finally, after a good twenty minute bath, Tag spoke up.
"Yo mayne, we best head da fuck outta' here soon. Ain't no time til' dem two-leggeds call da 'catcher."
"Chyee." Hust' piped in.
"Huuungreh anyway." Tag added.
"Ight ight." Thug' pounced himself out of the fountain, landing a foot or so infront of it. It wasn't too long before his companions followed after, only to have their boulder craniums dip and their muscular chassis's quake from side to side vigorously, a rainfall of tainted droplets splatter against the ground in sheets. All three of their choke chains jingled around their necks as they rocked from side to side, making it sound like Santa was passing by in a rush while tears careened from the reindeer's once cheery eyes. Once semi dry and decently clean, the three started off.

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A small, almost piercing yap caused a wince to distort their handsome yet brutal mugs, followed by a giggle and playful verbal chastise, "Theo! Don't lick me!"
It was one thing for Thug and the others to be around small dogs, but to have to hear those high pitch nags was another, and they sure as hell weren't about to put up with it. Hunger boiled within their stomachs, and perhaps it was an omen of some sorts to hear the little shits bark. The trio hadn't said a word as malicious grins spread across their maws and their brows furrowed in a jesters delight. A scan of vibrant steel oculars about the premesis finally revealed the source (and soon to be lunch) of the barks: a papillion of sun defined chestnut and a white moons bath hue rest but a few feet ahead, his minuscule onyx nose pushing around a green tennis ball obviously disproportionate to his size. Hustla bumped his large nasal against the side of Thug and Tag, only to flick his maw in one direction for either of the two. They nodded in response, Tag trotting as silent as his chain collar would allow it while Hust' circled opposite of him. Thug on the other hand, approached from the front.

The medium green ball drew to a halt abruptly, and for one reason: Thug's paw had stopped it mid roll. His grin had still yet to leave him as he set his cold gaze down upon the smaller creature, his hackles arching enough to reveal yellow tinted canines. If the petite dog were to become frightened suddenly and jolt backwards back to its master, Tag and Hustla awaited behind him in a closed off circle.
"Sup, dawg. Ball too big for ya, shaggy?" His tone wasn't too deep, but still held that ill-intented sarcasm.

[resputin]

Theo froze as his ball rolled to a halt beneath the large paw of the pitt. He looked up, distaste upon his dainty face, and cocked one eyebrow as he leaned back upon his hind legs. Quietly, the Papillion looked around - he appeared to be surrounded. How in the world had he allowed his guard to get quite so low.

"Lo," he said gruffly, staring bleakly into the face of the dog that had prevented his meaningless game from continuing. "All right?" he queried, flicking his tail in distrust. These dogs didn't seem to be quite the friendly type - if only he could get away! But for now, it seemed wisest just to keep his cool.. naturally, if he lost it, went running to Blake to rescue him, that would most certainly be it for him. He couldn't see any possible escape routes - how could such a lovely day go bad in so few moments? The champion narrowed his brick-colored eyes at this leader, the one who had frozen his green ball. "Your name?" he asked warily, uncertain if he wanted to be too involved with this dogs. No. Just better to be aloof, he reckoned.