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Post by shy on Aug 4, 2008 0:24:27 GMT -5
Bash stood their a few inches away from the fence if she wasn't tied up to the pole with thick heavy chains she would also attack Prince giving him a peace of her mind as well. Even though she was part German shepherd she was more wolf than anything just like Raven you would have to be a pro to keep a wolf hybrid like her, or Raven. As she stood their with her tongue hanging out her mouth she watched the fight she was shocked that Prince did something normally a show dog like him would cry, and run into the house. Her dark eyes laid locked onto the two fighting she really hated being tied up as the fight was on her blood boiled if she were to bark her owner might come out, and stop, which she wouldn't allow. She wanted Prince to suffer, and to feel the pain when you mess with the wrong dog, he needed to learn his place she turned her head over to the Brittany femme with fangs showing she soon licked her maw over an over it was a sign saying that if she jumped in she would hurt her.
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Post by » cyanide on Aug 4, 2008 0:36:15 GMT -5
A deep yet feminine chuckle came from Raven’s cracked jaws as Prince ran into her, merely shoving her back a bit. She felt slightly bad; he didn’t seem to know how to fight. She giggled wildly as she too ran at him, her jaws open and snapping. She; knew how to fight. She knew the kind of fighting hit men did. Growling she snapped her jaws somewhere near his thick shoulder and shook her head, she didn’t pay attention if it hit, or if she got what she was aiming for but she backed up and snarled viciously.
The gleam in her eyes was that of lust, a lust to murder this pooch right here, right now. “Are you ready to meet your maker?” She snarled spit dribbling from her massive jaws. She rushed at him again snapping at anything she could get her fangs on. As a wolf of her demeanor, she became oblivious to most or all pain inflicted on her in a battle.
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Post by Kato on Aug 4, 2008 8:54:34 GMT -5
Prince was pretty proud of himself when he pushed her back a little. Afterall, it was his first fight, he didn't even know what he was doing. He looked over at Millie for a few seconds. Luckily he saw Raven charging at him, not like that did much good. All he did was squint and brace for impact. But she stopped and backed up. Prince let out a sigh of realief.
"Uh.. Whut?" he stuttered out in his accent. She ran back at him. All he could think to do was jump. She got his back-leg. He felt her canines piercing deep into his skin. He yelped loudly. He struggled and managed to pull away. A large chunk of flesh below the knee was misssing, and some bone was exsposed. He hobbled as fast as he could to his house and barked at the door, pleading to be let in. What would Millie think of him now? A coward, probably.
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Post by solisticeofwinter on Aug 4, 2008 11:15:17 GMT -5
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Calypso looked on as the brawl raged; Prince taking a beating like a true solider. This newcomer was strong and fierce, and Cal admired her for it. But the wild gleam of savagery crept into her eyes. The fierce blue color shone through. A wild wolf in hisepia eyes. Cal was about to say something to Millie, but a shout from the street made his head twist. Marcy was charging toward him, anger flashing in those hazel eyes. She carried a bottle of spray water, and Calypso's leash. She was angry shouting at Calypso.
Calypso growled in frustration and charged at his owner, tail wagging in a forced happiness. Marcelline grabbed him by his collar, his tags tinkling. He whined in frustration and pulled back."Cal, no dog fighting! How many times do I need to tell you! Millie and Prince go home!"She waved her hand in dismissal. And grabbed Calypso back to the house. Marcy took him to the yard and clipped a lead to his collar. The lead stretched 15 feet, but Calypso had no access to the street. Cal loved Marcy, but this yard was dull and fueled his growing boredom. Whining, Calypso began to thrash.
Veteran of the Ring.
He twisted his head in tune with his body and tried to pry the collar from his neck. He managed to pop the buckle and slip from his collar. He went back to his hole and stretched himself under it with great strength. As soon as he was out, he could here animal control sirens in the distance, about three streets away. He knew they would have to scatter in a while. He brushed Millie and he whispered into her ear as the brawling dogs fought. "They'd better make this quick. My mistress has ratted this fight out."
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Post by » cyanide on Aug 4, 2008 11:35:07 GMT -5
Sharp fangs busted through that elastic coat, in triumph the owner thrashed around and felt it fall loose. A growl exited her as he ran away, bleeding from his leg; it was only then that she realized she’d pulled a thick chunk of Prince flesh from his body. Huffing she dropped the piece of flesh and looked over to the other two dogs that had been watching the fight. Her tail held high and her head even higher, she knew it, and they probably knew it too they’d be no match for a power hungry femme like herself. A guttural growl exited her as her bright blue eye wandered to Prince, begging for his owners to come to the door. She let out a soft snicker and grabbed the piece of flesh, turning she hopped over the fence once the sirens entered her ears.
She trotted towards Bash and dropped the chunk a few feet away from the wolf dog and meandered towards her water bowl. Lapping up the water she dunked her maw under and lifted her head watered down blood soaking through her coat in a sickening way. Backing up she moved and swiftly plucked the flesh from in front of Bash.
Walking towards the fence with a fling of her maw it was up in the air, looking like it was to fall on Millie’s groomed little cranium. Giggling loudly she sat at the fence before launching back over and grabbing the flesh once it either landed on Millie or near Millie. She hopped the fence once more and threw it for Bash to have. She turned and looked at Calypso, “The name’s Raven.” She breathed looking over to the other female and showing her fangs a low growl exiting her. Daring that little pooch to try something.
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Post by Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies on Aug 4, 2008 16:18:23 GMT -5
She nodded to Calypso, pressing against his flank in her terror. Sure, she could be named a coward for being scared out of her wits, but she didn't care. She was never one for fighting and would hate to get her coat dirty, or get anywhere near that filth.
"I hope they do finish up soon." she muttered to Calypso, brow furrowed in worry. Hopefully Prince wouldn't be hurt too seriously, or else who knew what might happen. If she got caught, it wouldn't matter. Her owners had since vanished, leaving their prized show dog all alone in the house.
Having drifted into her own thoughts, she was abruptly dragged back into the real world. She yelped in surprised as the chunk of flesh was thrown her way.She looked at the Raven, whimpering. "I mean n-no harm. P-please don't hurt me." she whimpered, stuttering on her words.
Sure, she looked like a lost puppy, but she'd rather seem like a coward than be dead. Hopefully the femme would either find her pathetic and leave her be, or take mercy out of the little kindness she possessed in her heart, if there was in, that is. But what did it matter anymore? Her beloved owners had deserted her, so she was alone. She certainly couldn't survive long on her own.
She'd been pampered all her life, never having to do anything. She knew nothing of living in the wilderness, and nothing of the hardships of life, until now. Perhaps one of the neighbors would take pity on her and take her in. She was familiar with all the neighbours, and all of them seemed to love her. |
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Post by shy on Aug 4, 2008 17:41:04 GMT -5
Bash sat their with her tongue hanging out her mouth as she watched the fight as she watched a scent of human came their way she stared for a moment as the human came over with a leash. It must have been Calypso as she took him away she watched the fight seeing how Prince had a huge chunk out of his leg "he ain't going to be a show dog no more with that wound on him"she thought. A evil smile crawled up onto her maw when she seen Calypso come over a small wag at the tail showed she was a bit happy he came over. When Raven came across in her yard a huge wag started to come from her tail she was really happy that she wounded the dog he needed it she watched Raven grab the chunk of flesh, and toss it at Millie. She wanted to laugh for which a femme pooch like would be crying, when Raven went onto Millie side, and tossed it her way she jumped up, and grabbed as she landed on her fronts she hurried over onto the cement floor, and started to gobble the meat up, the taste wasn't that good it was to pure she liked mixture blood from dogs. When she was done eating it she went to her water, and lapped it up tasting the bloody water wasn't to bad either when she was also done with that, she laid in the shade panting.
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Post by solisticeofwinter on Aug 4, 2008 18:13:38 GMT -5
Loyalty
Calypso watched as the fae proudly chucked around a hunk of flesh from Prince's leg. He felt the quivering of Millie's bodice pressed against him as he gazed into the piercing eyes of Raven."Hello Raven. Calypso is my name." He nodded solemnly and gave Millie and comforting lick on the head. The sun was about to lower from its highest peak to the lower, and soon scarlet waves were obscuring the blue. Marcy would come for him at Twilight, to find an empty chain. She would be angry. But he nodded to the wolf-dog and looked at Bash behind her gate.
Veteran of the Ring.
Sprawling blood puddled at Prince's feet. Calypso winced. His owners wouldn't much like that. Prince would not be King of the Ring anymore with that vicious scar. The staining from the blood would also tinge his coat in a vile sense. Calypso sighed, and watched as a strange white van pulled up about thirteen feet away. The hackles on Cal's spine bristled with suspicion.
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Post by Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies on Aug 4, 2008 18:28:26 GMT -5
Millie whimpered, looking up at the brute. Pressing into him more so for comfort, she shook slightly. Was she next to be attacked? She would rather not have a chunk of flesh torn from her like poor Prince. She looked at Raven, ashamed of how she had yelped like a pup when the femme hadn't even attacked.
Noticing Calypso's raised hackles, she hoped he wasn't going to get involved in the fight. She looked to where his line of vision pointed, tilting her head at the white van. It couldn't be the dog catcher, could it? She'd heard stories of such a thing, but never feared of being caught, for she had never wanted to escape from her yard.
[Occ: Ohhh. I get it. Right. I didn't get the flesh part I am smart. Sorry.]
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Post by » cyanide on Aug 4, 2008 18:39:34 GMT -5
[WARNING; Raven's being a pervert. ^-^!]
Raven’s eyes moved to a white van, she’d encountered humans before… A deep chuckle exited her as she thought of the past experiences; those humans had her mark in them. A lost finger or two, a deep chunk of shin meat for a main dish, some ankle and fingers for an appetizer, and finally chest meat. Right off the bone for a satisfying desert. She followed her chuckle up with a growl and pranced from Bash’s yard to Prince’s yard. “Oh Calypso?” she questioned rounding him and briskly separating Millie and him.
A sly smile formed on her maw as she winked to Bash, so she knew she was just acting. Though it seemed like she really did like this male. Growling softly as a temptress would she gently nipped at his neck. “Pet me harder.” She growled mocking a house pet’s common request yet adding a perverted tinge to the way she spoke. She leaned against the male, rounding him once more and vigorously nuzzling his neck. “How’s about you take a walk on the wild side?” she growled seductively in one of his large ears. She stopped her mind games to look over at the large men exiting the van, and walking around the van talking and such. It’d take them a good ten minutes to get everything ready. Only to have hell once she got a hold of them.
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Post by Kato on Aug 4, 2008 18:43:13 GMT -5
Prince ignored the others and didn't listen to them. All he wanted to do is go inside and get his owners to save Millie and Calypso. He barked while he scratched, but still no one came. Suddenly the door opened a crack, it seemed to have given way, and Prince clambored in the house. He looked to his left but no human was holding the door open. He frowned and limped deeper into the kitchen. On the stove sausage was burning and smoke was rising from the pan. There was a loud beeping being admited from a white circle on the ceiling. Besides that everything seemed normal, except no humans.
Prince didn't know what had happened. All he knew was that his beloved owner had gone. No more gormet meals? Not more shows? No more fluffy beds and warms houses? Prince was literally trembling with awe. He had no idea what would happen to him now that he was no longer prized showdog, but instead an abandoned, injured, helpless dog. Prince would have given anything to be back in brittian right at that moment. He realize he must go back out there, and tell them what had happened. Maybe Calypso or Millie would know what to do.
"They're gone." he told them, looking rather defeated. Chatsworth Porceilan Prince was now standing in the doorway to his former place of comfort. Now it just brought back memories of his beloved family that had left him here. But there was one thing he didn't get. Why would they leave their very-exspensive-prized-firstplace-showdog behind? They had spent a lot of money on him and he had one the national compitition. It made no sense at all.
He watched Raven tease Calypso. He would have said something. Calling her a worthless piece of rotting meat or something, but he didn't want to loose anymore flesh. He glanced back and saw his leg was indeed in bad shape. He didn't want anything to happen to the fellow, so he clambored down the steps and stood there, still looking rather brave.
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Post by shy on Aug 4, 2008 18:54:50 GMT -5
Bash laid their lazy boredom came to her when she looked up to see Raven she smiled wagging her tail watching Raven act toward Calypso made her want to do it. Except not with him, or Prince maybe with some one more looks, and strength hearing Raven talk made her laugh on the inside mind games were fun. As she was about to lay back down Prince came out saying they were gone. Who was gone?. It just hit her like a tone of bricks she thought his humans were their they letted him out why wouldn't they be their to let him in. It wasn't feeling right all humans letted their pets in when they cried for them. Bash got up from her place, and stared at Prince with a wondering look "What do you mean they are gone"she spoke with a wondering tone .
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Post by solisticeofwinter on Aug 4, 2008 19:27:51 GMT -5
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Calypso felt a rush of discomfort as Raven brushed across, separating fragile Millie and himself. He felt the playful nip of Raven's fangs pinch gently the flesh beneath his thick pelt. A flash of that beautiful fae Tev he had once called mate flashed an image into his mind. Deep, saddening memories of her death rounded more sorrow on his heart. He was an older dog, true. But he never really recovered from the death of his former mate. He looked at Raven a small chill of pleasure rippled down his spine as she whispered into his ear. His eyes sorta narrowed. His thinking was taking long and drawn out.
Veteran of the Ring.
Cal looked at Raven, and his discomfort brimmed even more. He didn't know what to believe. Were these true affections? Or was this fae about to hurt his wounds even more by toying with him? Calypso looked at her with mingled surprise...."Uh...Umm..I can-can't...." He took a step back. He gazed at Raven. She was beautiful. But the advances were too public and sudden to be true. He gave a look of pleading to Millie, and shifted uncomfortably. He felt nothing for Millie, but he didn't like his situation. This was confusing him more and more. Take the chance and advantage, or get walked on? If he was a human, he would probably be sweating bullets...
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Post by » cyanide on Aug 4, 2008 20:20:56 GMT -5
Raven chuckled softly, caressing his cheek with her pink tongue. Hearing a slam of a door she went on edge, her hackles rising as a deep growl exited her. She growled and beamed forward at the two males coming her way. Slowly a growl arose from her chest, baring her teeth the men slowed down. There was no way they were going to rush up to a snarling dog. As they slowed she circled Cal once more. “Come on baby, bite me.” She growled up at his ear. Smiling she walked in front of him and backed up a bit so her body was pressed against his.
The men continued to walk forward; long rods in hand and both chattering back and forth in that annoying human speak. Still leaning casually upon Cal they kept up their slow pace. She snorted and looked to Cal, “Oh baby this is just so frightening.” She whispered. Though Raven wasn’t exactly sure what he couldn’t do all she knew was that she made him quiver. In delight? She thought so.
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Post by Skitt is Under Marmalade Skies on Aug 4, 2008 22:03:34 GMT -5
Millie looked terrifed as the femme came near her and Calypso, certain she was going to killed her. She nearly sighed in relief when instead Raven pushed between her and Calypso, attempting to seduce him. She would have snorted in disgust had she not been so scared. Moving over slightly so the filth of the stray didn't touch her, she watched. When Calypso gave her a pleading, she gave him a symapthetic look, but didn't want to get in the way of Raven.
Turning back at the sight of Prince's entrance, she almost yelped at his news. Was she not the only one to have her human's vanish? Padding up slowly to Prince, she spoke. "My human's have vanished too, and I've heard rumors at the park of other's humans disappearing." she told him, beginning to get a bit worried.
She'd press against him for comfort, but perhaps he'd find that it was some how demeaning to him. Most purebreds were; she knew, considering she could be quite like that. Looking at his shoulder, she winced slightly. he must be brave to not be yelping like a pup, unlike her, who had begged for mercy even though the fae hadn't even touched her. |
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