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[shy]

Bash walked side, by side with her owner Marcus they were doing their daily exercise like always her tongue hanged out her mouth, as she panted. As for her owner he just made loud breathing sounds, but she was use to it they were staying in shape for what hard work they had being a police dog, and man. When they reached the house her owner opened the door, and then unleashing her as he let her go she trotted over to the fence. Then began to watch for any other house pets as she did, her owner closed the door, and went into the house, as a daily he watched the sports channel, if not the News. The only thing that kept her away from the house pets was a metal fence she laid her body down, and basked in the sun as her golden collar shined, as did her tags. Her dark brown eyes watched the area lazy like it was a nice hot day to relax.

[Kato]

Prince had just woken up, and needed to relieve himself. He steppe out of his doggie bed, pads feeling the cool tile beneath him. He glanced sideways to a bulliton board, where all of his ribbons where taced up for other people or dogs to see. Prince was very proud of his many ribbons. The Weimeraner walked out a white door into a hallway. He pranced down the hallway, his steps full of grace, not letting his urge to pee right there over run him.

Her glided down the steps and his owner held the backdoor open for him. He walked through it and brilliant sunshine met his eyes. He squinted, not used to the light. He walked across the cleanly-mowed lawn and did his buisness. Once he had relieved himself he was about to go back inside, but noticed Bash through the fence. Amused by her, he walked over. He thoght about sitting but didn't want to dirty an other part of his body besides his paws if neccisary.

"Whats a dog like yourself." he said with a cold glare. "Doing in a neighborhood as nice as this?" His normal brittish accent heard clearly in his voice. "I daresay you are not what I would excpect to see on Hawthorne Road." he added. His tail was held high and still. His chin raised, eyes glaring down at Bash.

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[shy]

Bash laid their having her eyes closed a bit as the sun beamed down on her dark coat ears laid flat, showing off her cute looks as she did she over heard a voice. Her body tensed up a bit hating when pets came up on her, then speak she slowly relaxed, once she did she got up, and faced Prince. I'm a K-9 police dog I protect these streets for you people, and pets.....may I ask sir whats your name"she spoke. She had a habit on saying Sir only, cause she kept hearing it from other officers, and her owner a thousand times.
It really drove her crazy, she looked Prince up, and down seeing how he had looks, but not the good attitude, figure, in this neighborhood all dogs were pampered, stuck up, and stupid. She moved here, cause they were rich, and also as police this was the main street that got robbed, only cause of the rich people. It wasn't new to her, or her owner Marcus they got tired of waking up in the middle of the night, cause people stealing rich people stuff. Her large body stood as the heat got hotter on her body, her tail moved as small winds came this day seemed nice, she was hopping it stay like that. If not she was so not going to be happy when she had to go to station tomarrow. She soon got tired of standing, and sat down on her haunches "At least he aint saying stupid things like why you are laying in the grass"she thought to her self.

[» cyanide]

The wolf hybrid trotted from Creekside way down Hawthorne Road, having a thick layer of damp fur, they hung off in snarled tendrils. Her bright blue eyes glanced over the area; sneakily she hopped a fence having done this numerous times before she seemed to have a knack for jumping over a fence of any height. As she entered the yard a prissy little Weimeraner was before her, scowling at a dog that looked pampered enough to be in a dog show; at least to Raven she seemed that way. A deep growl ruptured her once peaceful looks as she moved towards the fence, to get a better look at the female.

Her bright blue eyes glanced from the obviously show quality male and the female. Backing up she took a large leap and landed in the females yard, yes she’d rather be on the other side near a dog who looked more like a wolf than she would like to be on the side with a mutt who looked something like an over sized rat.

“The names Raven.” She said gruffly, laying her body against the fence; not caring if this female tried to lash out. For she was larger and more aggressive as seventy percent of her blood was that of the wild. Her half pink and black nose twitched slightly as she sniffed the rat through the fence.

[Kato]

Prince listened to the female ramble on about stupid matters he really didn't care about. He was busy thinking about what sort of foods awaited him inside the house. Probably sausige and scramble eggs with milk to the side. He grinned at the thought He may not look like it, but Prince loved to eat. He knew his food groups too.

He was about to turn and prance into the house but a mutt showed up, in his own yard! The Chatsworth Porcelien Prince would not stand for this. He watched her jump over the the female's yard. He was still going to give the ugly stray a piece of his mind. He put on his best disaprooving ace and turned to the female.

"Bloody Hell! What are you doing here! Head pack to your trash-heap, with the other filth like you!" he said, a stough as Prince could be.

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[shy]

As she laid their another scent came about, a femme she wasn't much of a social Fae when it came to other femmes when she was about to turn her head over the femme jumped over the fence, and into her yard. As the Fae spoke small words she spoke back "They call me Bash"she said to her normally she would snap, but as she notice the femme had wolf in her. "I thought I was the only dog that had wolf in me"she thought Bash was never introduced to hybrids like her self only purebreds from this new experience on meeting some one that had wolf it changed her mood from snapping, to laid back, but of coarse when the stuck up pooch next door spoke she was boiling with anger.

She faced him with a loud snarl, with fangs showing "If I were you I would show this femme some respect"she spoke eyes locked on his fur bristled up showing that she was not playing any games with him. It was a first for her to get over protective of some one, maybe it was because she actually met a hybrid that had wolf in them she didn't know why. Every day she got in fights with purebreds, and strays, her body tensed up tight as her body height stood full.

[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

Millie poked her head out of the door of her abandoned house, hearing something like commotion. Walking out, she proudly walked over the the group, her red and white head held high. Her lip curled slightly in disgust. Was that a stray near her?

She noticed Prince and trotted over to him, glad to see a house pet. "Hello, I'm Brookhaven's Mardi Gras, Millie for short." she announced, deciding to tell he full name to show her status of a purebred show winner.

Sitting down, she looked at the other dogs. She couldn't tell if they were strays or house pets, but hoped that if they were stray, they wouldn't put there filth upon her. Sure, acting like she was better than strays was rude, but she couldn't be seen as anything lower than the purebred that she was.

She noticed one of the strays near her, and moved slightly, not wanting it's uncleanliness to touch her. Positivly disgusted, she looked at the dog, eyes narrowed. If he even breathed on her, she'd have something to say.

[» cyanide]

Raven was starting to relax as that male had to snap at her. Stray? She wasn’t a domestic pooch like him, she didn’t live in houses she lived in the wilderness. Where the real hardships came, when you were lucky to survive a snowstorm with frostbite. When a sprained limb was nothing but a simple challenged. Her lip pulled back as she launched herself into his yard oh she’d show this prissy little pooch who he was messing with.“Sorry house pet, but you’re talking to a wolf here you overgrown rat.” The words came flooding from her viciously drooling jaws as she circled him her tail high and her head high with dominance. Sniffing where the male had peed she squatted over it and marked the area as her own.

If she were in the real wolf world, doing that would make the male crazy and attack. What would this show dog do? She could take him down in one second if he started it. A guttural rumble bubbled from her diaphragm as she spread her forepaws and let her pink tongue flick out and lick over her fangs ready to push them into this male’s fur and toss her head around if she needed to.

She’d prove to this male she was nothing but pure wolf, the twenty five percent of husky in her didn’t matter anymore, nothing mattered anymore besides teaching that damned mutt a lesson.

[Kato]

Prince glarred daggers at Bash. He didn't like her at all. Prince wasn't one to growl, but a very low one erupted from his throught. It sounded kind of like a miniture crack of thunder. His tail was still raised as high as it go, and it demanded respect. Prince, the most arrogant soul on the planet, was not going to let these dogs show him up.

"You shold be showing me respect! I have won the national championship and my parents have won it in brittan. Shut it you bitch." he said, his brittish accent fluent in his words. He stretched out his back leg as he yawned. He watched Millie enterthe scene, and remarked silently on how pretty she was. But, she wasn't Weimeraner, and Prince couldn't risk his reputation with her. She was a housepet too, pity.

"Hello Miss. Chatsworth Porceilan Prince is my calling. Or you can just all me Prince." he said, still looking at her with longing. But when the wolf-thing called him a rat, things got heated. He watched her pee on his spot. That was his spot. He ran over and dribble over her marking. His eyes followed her as she circled. He didn't want to get into a fight. Where were his humans? They should have rescued him by now! He smelled sausage burning from inside the house. He should have gone to see if they were okay, but he was trapped in the yard.

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[solisticeofwinter]

Loyalty

Marcelline had got up and whistled for the large, shaggy dog laying on the white German-import carpet. His ebon face mask was dotted in graying silver, brown eyes shining beneath his bushy black brows. His ears shot up and he leaped to his paws at her shrill whistle. The Belgian Tevuren with the silver shaggy coat begged for a stroke as he came to his owner. Marcy ran a delicate hand down his head and gripped his collar. She opened the door and let him out onto the pristine, emerald lawn. Calypso trotted onto the lawn, his black snout poised into the air, sniffing. They lived around here, sometimes they stayed in Downtown Harlow. Marcy took her pick of where to rest, and Calypso was happy to come along. She had bought two furnished homes after she retired from dog showing, and only kept one of her prized champions. She now lived in the Heights on Hawthorne, by her lonesome with her loyal Tev.

Veteran of the Ring.

Calypso brushed across his lawn, and lifted a fuzzy leg onto a tree and let a stream of yellow urine fly loose onto the branches of a young shrub. Calypso looked, and sneezed. He was satisfied with his work. He put his nose to the ground and snorted and sampled the earth. Nothing wrong here. He perked his pinnas up as raised voices came from outside his black, wrought iron fences. The ex-show dog veteran made his way to his hidden escape hole. He squeezed his lithe body through, scrambling to the other side. He shook the dirt from his fur and gazed with silvery brown eyes. The faintest tint of cataracts filming his left eyes.


He looked on and saw a group of dogs snapping and sharing cross words with each other. He trotted over regally, and gazed at the dogs. Three dogs he knew had lived in his neighborhood, Prince, Bash, and Millie. He didn't really converse with them, because he spent the most time with his Mistress. "Greetings Prince, Millie. Bash. You may or may not know of my name. Celeste Apocalypse of Hawthorne, or Calypso. I am retired from the show ring. " He spoke in a calm tone, with an aged tinge that was gruff, but friendly. He sniffed quietly. This new dog, or wild animal, was new. He nodded his head in greeting to her, but eyed her with caution. Her stance was aggressive and defensive. "Greetings stranger. May I ask your acquaintance?" He was weary, but friendly. He saw all dogs as equals. He sat down on his arthritic haunches, wrapping his legs under his plume tail.

[shy]

Bash bared her fangs at the stuck up show dog as he stared at her she would jump the fence, but would cause to much trouble for her, but then again. She been in worse. As Raven jumped over the fence a evil smile came across her face, she wanted to rip the dogs throat out for what he said. She couldn't stand it no longer she was about to jump the fence, her back feet moved around ready to jump till her owner yelled "Bash over now"he yelled he seemed to be very upset. By the looks he must have notice what was going on as in what it looked like she looked over at Prince, and stared for a moment "When I see you your dog chow pooch....Im gonna rip you limb by limb and let you suffer in pain"she said coldly then snorted at him.
She hurried over to her owner, and sat in front of him "Bash you know better if you keep doing this I don't know what I will with you"he said, he grabbed her collar, and pulled her to the pole that was attached to the house. He chained her up patting her on the head, when she was chained up he went back into the house. Bash was so not happy she ran, and kept pulling on the leash as fangs snapped together every time it stopped her "I swear when I get loose I'm gonna rip you to shreds"she yelled her fur bristled as body was more tensed up, she just wanted to strangle him. When she seen Calypso she stopped giving a smile and nod "Hello Calypso its nice to meet you"she said she slowly turned her head over to Prince, and bared her fangs.

[» cyanide]

Finally atoned ears perked dangerously as the male cursed at her, Shut it you bitch. Why that wasn’t show quality behavior now was it? A loud howl boomed from her jaws, pure wolf echoed around them as her blue eyes turned back to the male. She knew it herself, that she was a very gorgeous wolf. One gorgeous wolf that you didn’t want angry with you. Her eyes turned instantly wild, a small grunt exited her, “Not now.” She huffed moving over and peeing on that spot once more. How dare he cross her with words and behavior?

Her tail lifted strong and high, her one ear swiveling back and listening to the commotion the other dog made. Why the hell was she worked up? A swift move around the male so her back was to the fence and she lunged in for his neck, she’d put in him a pin and either fight until he became submissive, or until he was lifeless. Her fangs snapped out as long strings of wicked spit flew from her jaws, her paws going up to dig into whatever her teeth landed in. From that position if she got a good hold on that elastic skin she’d flip so he was crying out in mercy as a hunk of fresh Prince styled flesh dangled from her jaws.

Yet in her mind she doubted he’d give up that easily; unless he really was a pansy. Then this fight would be pathetic. Nothing worth her time, her eyes flicked to yet another prissy pooch. A femme. She’d show her a thing or two on how to tango with the beasts if she tried to help or added in a comment about her being a loner.

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[solisticeofwinter]

Loyalty

A look of shock creased Cal's face as the wolf-dog lunged at Prince. His brown as looked at Millie in shock, but he did not interfere. A good dog knows when the battle is not his. The only thing he could do was watch in hardcore shock. He stood up, his black pupils shifting slighty. A dog fight was very exciting...

Veteran of the Ring.

[Kato]

Prince was in complete terror mode as Raven launched herself at him. He barley jumped sideways in time. He didn't get the full effect, but her claws left 4 long scratches down the side of his body. Prince yelped in pain. He didn't really know what pain felt like. He never really felt it ever. But Prince hated it, from that moment on.

Prince took a few steps back, but then ran full-force at Raven's shoulder. He didn't know what he was doing, but he opened his mouth wide and sped towards the target. He was so mad. Prince was also secretly hoping to impress the beautiful Millie.

OOC: Muse is low.

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[Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies]

Her stub of a tail wagged a bit when she saw Prince in full. He was quite a looker. Pity he wasn't of the same breed, otherwise perhaps they would have pups, but since he wasn't, they couldn't. She could be seen with a litter of mutt pups on her paws, no matter how noble the father was.

She returned her gaze to the other dogs, eyeing them warily. Nodding to Calypso, pleased to have another dog around who was worthy of being alive. However, it quickly turned to displeasure when the wolf- dog filth launched at Prince.

She skidded backwards, getting away from the two. She stood next to Calypso, worried. She knew she should be respectable and help Prince, but she was no match to that wolf-dog.