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Post by solisticeofwinter on Jul 28, 2008 22:33:42 GMT -5
I'm Bad. After his violent attack at the dogpark, Arsenic had managed to find himself in a dark alley. Comforting for a dead hearted animal like himself. Deep seal fur turned darker slate as he moved through the shadows, the clicking of his toenails the only sound. The sky was beginning to fade into night. Light blues faded into scarlet waves as sun fall approached. Arsenic looked warily around, his eyes adjusting to the lack of light. His optics of ice flashed about. His hackles raised ever so slightly. On edge, Arsenic stiffened up. The dark concrete walls had writing, graffiti, scribbled all over it. Garbage and other junk lay piled carelessly against the walls. The alley ground was black and cold, a place of death and despair. His brown legs turned black as he padded through wet, cold water trailings. Oils and other muck melted into one giant puddle.
Filmy scents mingled in Arsenic's nostrils, rats and dogs were most prominent. Though the scent of rat was fresh, the dog stink was stale and long gone. Arsenic decided to rest in welcoming darkness. He padded until he found a mound of wadded rags, long since moldy and moth eaten. He circled around and sat down upon his haunches. He drew a strikingly blackish pink tongue across his muzzle, the taste of blood raw and salty on his buds. He diligently cleaned the smears off, and when he stared into a puddle, his muzzle was a regal tanned color once more.
He slowly began drawing his tongue on his paws, where the blood and water stained the most. A sickening taste of grime washed into Arsenic's mouth as he brushed his tongue along his paws. The blood and grime all disappearing. Filth covered coats were to be kept clean. His mother often told him that. Nartari was often kind to him when he was a pup. But when he left her his life turned to mortal hell. And now, he was living another form of hell.
Arsenic was glared around the alley. Rats squealed and squealched around the muddy alley. Acoustics attuned, Arsenic looked around aggressively. Did he hear something??No. Just the rats. The sun had went below the horizon now, and the moon glared above, spilling its silver light upon the alley. Arsenic decided to spend the night here.
Arsenic was edgy though. Not one to be faced with fear, Arsenic sucked down the whimper of terror. He was not a cowering pup in need of his damn mother. He looked about angrily, ready to attack and form of life.
A rat was his first victim. He scudded evilly around the alley, beady black eyes glaring at the large silvery Dobe. Arsenic lunged forward and snapped the filthy vermin's body. He slung the corspe aside. More rats came, more he slaughtered.
After eating apon serval of these vermin Arsenic retreated back to his resting spot. Only to be disturbed once more.
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 28, 2008 23:16:52 GMT -5
That Girl Is Gonna’ Make You Fall. The exotic shar-pei was a good distance in front of her Doberman partner in crime, although he could easily close the gap if he wanted. The night was ripe and young, fresh in its youth and the scent of lilac strangely flooded her nostrils. Night always brought this aroma to her in a strange act of what could only be compared to a sort of synesthesia phenomenon. To the bitch, however, it was nothing abnormal. It is such unique aspects that dazzle your life and go unnoticed; shame. She darted in and out of the shadows, clinging to them like a lover, forsaking the street lights of Hawthorne road as she jogged down the path that led to Phoenix Avenue. She strayed away from the gravel that was on the side of the road, such jagged rocks hurt her sensitive paws, as she was a house-pet. Once again, ashamed that she had to call herself such. The asphalt was warm on her paws, contrary to the cool night air that chilled her slightly. Her loose-hanging coat was short and rough, providing little warmth to her even as she exhibited the physical activity that was required in her night on the town. The dark back road soon passed the wooden sign that signaled their entry into the new community of Phoenix Ave. and she smiled as she looked back over her shoulder. She could see the Doberman, following her at a lazy pace but easily keeping her in sight. He was built for speed and agility, while Dahlia herself was bred only for power and endurance. The life of a fighting dog luckily was not her own.
Dahlia wheeled to the right, darting into the darkness between two of the pretty little houses. Her paws splashed in the mud that had formed from a day’s rain earlier in the dawn, mud caking to her nearly white legs as she continued on. The white picket fences passed in each side of her vision and then ended as she stepped into the road. She paused, looking to both the left and right as she contemplated where she’d lead Junius now. She panted, curled tail pulling tight against her side, and then began down the right side of the street. Pacing in the lane of what would be oncoming traffic, Dahlia couldn’t help but notice the lack of cars and people. All the lights were off, not one set flickered inside from a husband and wife feuding in bed, nor a big brother checking his sister’s closet for monsters. There were no children with toilet paper rolls running the streets in black masks, or police officers patrolling the avenue. She shrugged the thoughts off that the time, and wouldn’t think of it again until she got home and found her own master to also be gone.
She didn’t know exactly where she was going, nor what trouble her and Junius would get into next, but you’d never know she was at a loss. Her stride was confident and sure, as if she had planned her exact course of action before leading the Doberman on this wild goose chase. Her eyes stayed peeled for some small dog left outside, or a cat perched on a fence, anything that the two could release their Hell onto. She stopped, turning down into another alleyway, not so unlike the one they’d just left. Here she paused, however, eyes gazing down into the darkness as the pupils adjusted. In a brief moment, she was astounded to see Junius standing there. Quickly, however she dismissed the thought, realizing this was some other Doberman. His stance was haughty and cocky, as if he had something important about him.
Well, well, she’d just have to knock him off of his high horse.
Dahlia had found the plaything she’d been searching for that she and Junius would now engage with. Her surprise that he was not her comrade caused her to emit a growl. She released several barks into the small way, allowing them to fade into a growl before she bore her ivory teeth at him. Multicolored gums were visible as she glared at him, small eyes peering from beneath the rolls of wrinkles. Move it. I need to pass. She snapped, deciding to give the male a chance to escape her wrath. No one wants to upset a bitch, especially an intact one with the temperament of the shar-pei that stood before him. Her black tongue slid out to glide over her teeth momentarily before returning back to her mouth. She waited, giving him the opportunity to choose his own fate.
You couldn’t say she wasn’t fair.
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Post by solisticeofwinter on Jul 28, 2008 23:39:50 GMT -5
I'm Bad. The alley grew dark. Moon shed its pale light across the shafts and stones. Garbage was light under the eerie spectral glow. A blue dobe stood, erect and alert. His battle-marked pelt glowed faintly in the night. Stars blazed coldy over head, and the crisp night cause all breath to turn to steam
The dog scent grew stronger than ever in the alley way. He could see nothing in the blackness, but acoustics and nostrils told him all he needed. Icy blue eyes glaring, two dogs had stepped from the shadows. Another Doberman and a strong wrinkled pig. No, dog. The hackles stood up along his seal gray back, his tanned cheeks and lips crinkled, displaying a show of orangish stained ivories. Blood still ran in his mouth.
The walls oozed and dripped water, as a slight storm brewed in the distance. Water rolled off his blue, steaming body. He kept himself rigid and uncooperative. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and obviously this dog was concealing a veiled threat to him.
The dog spoke, and her companion said nothing, but growled. Arsenic surged forward, ears up and teeth drawn. His muscles were tense underneath coat and flesh, flexing and ready. Hearing the femme bitch had spoken harshly, her voice demanding and serious. They had come from a tangle turn in one of the exits Arsenic planned to use to leave tomorrow. He did not know other dogs would come and invade his privacy.
The shover Pei pricked a nerve with him. She looked at him with an heir of condescending superiority, her majestic wrinkles folding to create a mane-like structure that Arsenic had to admire. The Doberman, on the other hand, was not unusual. Arsenic killed many before, and he knew a bitch leading a male was very a powerful thing. Bitch dogs weren't to be messed with.
She was stocky and muscular, her Doberman companion lean and well-oiled per se.
"Attitude gets you no where..." The omnious threat from Arsenic rolled off his tongue. "Turn back, this is my home for the night. Trespass elsewhere." Though outnumbered, cowardice wasn't coded into Arsenic. Fighting and death were though. But, tired and strung out, Arsenic was willing to back down. Though, his bravado was to be shown off and used. Adrenaline coursed through him. His pupils dilated slightly, and he snarled in his throat.
His bravado matched his bravery.
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Post by »Rie on Jul 28, 2008 23:59:39 GMT -5
Et tu, Brute?
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He could see her there weaving up ahead of him like a rosy fawn colored hare, darting from the shadow of this dustbin to the darkness of a fence, then other to the darkness of that hedge; and then pausing, crouching in the shelter offered by a stationary car. He'd stopped running after he'd closed the gap between them so much, and had slowed down into a steady walk. His claws clacked loudly in the strange silence that had fallen over the world; he felt encompassed in the velvety black arms of the night. A cool breeze played, blowing through the picket fences with the sound of a hallowed bone flute; it carried with it the distant scents of smog, and city life. There was a sense of darkness around him that was to total for such a city: Cities, even the suburbs, usually glowed with life. This city street, however, was lit only by the street lamps casting everything into a cloying darkness that made the monstrous doberman's heart thud with excitement: Tonight was a night that seemed to be made for him. He gave a low soft chuckle that reverberated up the empty street bouncing off the walls of the houses and separating until there seemed to be several of him everywhere. As he paced down the straight roads he seemed to jump from one place to the other, his black pelt allowing him to enmesh so well with the shadows. Passing street lamps cast grotesque and over sized shadows of him out on the pavement canvas he drifted across.
Ahead of him he saw Dahlia dart down a narrow gap between two of the houses. He drifted into the gap his paw steps falling silent as he walked along the mud and dirt track, his paws falling and squelching slightly against the too soft earth. Up ahead he could see Dahlia out-lined for a moment at the opening at the other end of the gap. Only a small amount of light made it into the small area turning an already dark night almost ink black, his features wrinkled slightly in a amusement, and as he reached the end of the slim dark gap his jaws flashed open, a quick churning of white fangs against the imminent blackness, his eyes glowing a feral green due to the reflection of a nearby street lamps light. Remembering a song he'd once heard while lazing outside The Master's home he let some of the words he remembered drip off his tongue in a sort of chanted monotone, "I am the clown with the tear-away face." He stepped out into the pallid sickly light cast by the street light, he seemed to melt out of the shadows, his tongue dangled from his mouth; a thin rope of saliva hanging off the end.
Junius moved forward, following after the flickering image of the shar-pei, his dead mud brown eyes tracking her as she pranced along with that confident, almost arrogant stride. His voice lowered further almost more of a growl than anything; yet it still carried through the intense stillness of the night, "Here in a flash and gone without a trace." He didn't really know where they were heading, but he had nothing better to do. After all, what would he do? He'd just be prowling around whether he was trailing after his Black Dahlia or not, and this way it was much more fun. She seemed to be searching for something, and his fangs flashed wickedly as he thought, that perhaps she was looking for something to amuse them. "I am the 'who' when you call 'who's there?'" Suddenly he lunged forward into quicker motion his claws clattering loudly against the ground, up ahead of him he saw her turn and disappear into a darker shadow; another gap, though a bit larger: An alleyway. His claws screeched slightly as he skidded around the corner, and slowed himself down. She was just standing there; staring at something.
His eyes adjusted quickly as he came up to the shar-pei his head held low as he prowled into the alley after her, sharply jutting shoulder blades rolling beneath his sleek black hide. Up ahead he noticed the silhouette of another doberman, ignoring it for the moment he continued his laconic murmuring, his snout jutting over the shar-pei's back and shoulders to whisper the next line right into one of her floppy triangular ears, "I am the wind blowing through your hair." Junius gaze then slithered over toward the other doberman, and he stayed silent as Dahlia addressed him, demanding passage in that oh-so-urbane manner of hers. Junius tongue slithered out, pink and shimmering against the dark shadows; it smoothed over the clammy surface of his leather nose. He drifted forward head tipping forward as he eyed the other male with his flat, dead, shark like eyes. "I am the shadow on the moon at night. Filling your dreams to the brim with fright." Low, dark, morbid laughter fell from the doberman's mouth, coloring the rubbish scented air with its sound until it was bouncing and echoing all the murky corridor.
Pacing with almost manic energy he moved forward toward the other doberman, before turning and drifting back toward Dahlia, his energy still undaunted, "Whatever have you found, pet." He asked as he shifted to restlessly stalk from side to side behind her like a feral cat in a cage. "A play toy? All for us? You treat your monsters so well..." More laughter hummed from his deep chest, and his tongue flopped, saliva pattering quietly against the broken pavement and soil ground.
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 29, 2008 0:19:36 GMT -5
 Five star fighter
Loki wandered through the backyard, and into the house no owner, anywhere. It was like a gift from up above. His wretched owner was gone; too bad he wasn’t the one to do away with him. His blood-lust was strong; he hadn’t been in the fighting ring a bit over a week, and keeping him from what he was trained to do was not something good. The sun painted the sky as it traveled down to its bed over the horizon; his brown eyes gazed up at it. He needed to kill; now. In a pure faux rage he burst from the doggy door; chest puffed and head held high. The four or so dogs in the backyard all lifted their heads. Two bitches lowered their heads in submission, while two male pit bulls stood; ready to do what they were trained to do; attempt to kill.
With this small battle sign he stepped off the back porch a deep growl rolling from his chest and booming like a storm, looming directly overhead. Orbs snapped to the male who made the first move, Diam. A deep chuckle burst from Loki;
[/color] “Wow, Diam. Being second best, I didn’t think you had it in you to stand up to the master’s prized possession.” His voice was acidic; tainted with that lust, all the dogs out in the back yard knew exactly what he wanted to do to them. Kill.
Pushing off at the ground Loki barreled into Diam; this move sent him off his legs and onto the ground in an instant. The other dogs began to yip, urging them on as they all yanked at their chains trying to join the battle. With a move, he curved his back and arched his neck so he could clamp onto Diam’s neck; he crunched down holding a now-limp pit bull in his jaws. He chuckled deeply as he let the blood ooze from Diam’s puncture wounds directly into his salivating jaws. Regripping his throat he clamped down once more, drinking the blood as it filled his maws. A new hunger raced through his veins.
Glancing over to the other male, he wasn’t quite sure of his name… But he wasn’t nearly as good as Diam or Loki, meaning he’d be a very easy kill. Lunging in his massive jaws clamped perfectly on his throat; severing the jugular with his canines, he smiled and howled a gargled noise as he swallowed the blood as it shot from the holes with every beat of his heart. Slamming the now limp, yet still alive body onto the ground, his voice boomed as he looked down to the male, “Good night, darling.” He howled in a deranged manner, viciously planting his jaws around the throat of his victim and shaking back and forth in attempts to break his neck using the dog’s own weight in his favor. His jaws let go as he heard and felt the vertebras break.
“Fare well young fae’s, I shall return for a bit of love.” He growled, acting as if he was a prince the way he strolled by those females, fresh pit bull blood flecked across his pelt and staining his white teeth a pink; red blood clotted in the crotches of his teeth, creating a disgusting look.
The male sauntered around the city; humming demonic tunes as his nails clacked against the faulty pavement, he strolled down a side street, as he heard voices. Oh goody, a party. As his humming halted he bellowed out a deep growl, only to see a rat scamper from where he'd heard that clank. Sighing he continued his humming, prolonging the tune in a loud manner. He stopped is humming as he appeared in the alley, on the other side; a bitch, and two dobies at the end of the alley. Oh did he sense a dogfight? Oh my that’d just tickle his fancy to witness a real dogfight; where your master didn’t smack at your chest and hiss words into your ears to get you fired up.
He might as well stick around for a bit and see if he’d be useful, he was a trained dog-killer, and a damned good one at that.
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Post by solisticeofwinter on Jul 29, 2008 0:34:57 GMT -5
I'm Bad. Arsenic was beginning to feel strange. The morbid song rang through his erect acoustics eerily. An icy shiver passed down his spine. These dogs were odd. For once in his life, Arsenic felt the pressures of terror. The Shar Pei and the the Doberman were oddly gazing at him. Plaything?... Arsenic had wondered. He looked on wearily, the dogs seemed to advance in on him.
He took a step or two back, snarling louder than ever. His eyes blazed cold fury. He wouldn't be afraid. Conquering was a part of who he was. But this demonic situations seemed like a droll nightmare. He was tired, and angry. His teeth hurt and his muscles ached.
He weighed out his options. Fight two dogs who seemed slightly deranged, or back down. He looked into it deeper. He had been faced with this before.
THE MEMORY
A cold and stormy dog on the fighters' outside. Many men and some women came, often with aggressive dogs. The heavy brass harness had been fitted to me. The men attached a steel chain to the clasp. I was weighed down, but I carried my weight successfully.They were body building me. I paced around anxiously. I wanted to hurt and kill oddly enough. My fur bristled to course spikes. My jaws gaped and drool poured in a slow stream and smacked the ground. The dark skinned man had slid a bowl of water my way. I lapped up the contents and ate the small amount of kibble offered. My fighting weight was below normal weight, and hunger often burned in my belly.
This burning made me angry. These humans lived to make me angry. So I become angry. I snarled and snapped and paced and trained.
And now I sat in a steel cage, tense and waiting. I waited, and the door unlatched and rushed into the arena, dust clouts kicked up by my feet. I only had time to glance around once before the two pit bulls hit me. Identical in color and build, the twins, though young, packed a punch to me. We fought for hours until I had slain one brother. The other left with serious injuries. I left to recover for two months. My belly was ripped open, my jowls torn and my ear mangled....
The memory shook Arsenic. He reluctantly backed down. Forcibly, he relaxed himself.
"Fine, go and pass. I am no play thing either." He snarled, stepping aside. He eyed them and remained fight-ready.
As he spoke, he saw another dog out of the corner of his eye, cocky and ready to see a fight. Arsenic wasn't demonic, but he was a killer. These dogs were slightly insane. But they seemed to vauled allies.
"What do you want whelp? I have had enough problems as it it." Arsenic's fuse was ready to blow. He was now corned, three on one. Unless someone came to him. More than likey not. He would have to think of something.
The dogs of this town were slightly loonier than the ones he knew back at the fight ring. Those dogs were rather disturbed. Arsenic prided himself on being a psychotic animal with a sound mind. He bristled back up, ready to defend himself. So Bring It. The Drifter.. The cold concrete soothed aching paws as the Aussie walked. She had traveled all day to find a new spot to claim for the night. The city paths were lighted by streetlamps, casting a yellowish glow. Tired, Sol hung her head low. She dragged her paws with each step, trying to keep aware of herself. The moon cast an eerie shadow upon the alleys. She glanced around, blue eyes keeping watch. Flopped acoustics kept the noise security. Sol gazed upward, she admired the cold fire of stars. They burned bright for a long time. The Sun was her favorite star. An eternal star, forever. Sol wanted to be the sun, never to burn out. She breathed out quietly, a small mist rising from her nostrils.
She padded along the humble homes, gazing into yards and lamp-lit windows. She heard many humans cooing affections to their pets. Their slaves. Humans were weak in Sol's mind. She kept along. The Drifter as she was called by many, needed to float and stay tied to a dock rather than drift. She chuckled faintly at the thought.
Her pale red coat was tinged to a shine by the moon. She veered off into an alley, her white paws splashing nosily in puddles. The chitter and chatter of rats did not bother Sol. A Drifter was a rat-friend. They left her alone, she gave them her scraps. The Aussie's jaws were parted in a small pant. She padded on furiously. The sun would be up before she knew it. She had felt the need to travel. Conversing with Drum at Creekside had been enlightening, but her airy thoughts needed to be shut down for the night. She looked around, anvil head swaying. Her white ears pricked as she heard some talking in the distance.
She drew in the scents through her pinkish brown nose. Dogs. Many males and only a female. The Aussie bitch strode with caution now. These alleys were dark and could conceal many hidden dangerous.
Always tread with caution...She reminded herself silently. The darkness gave way to a moonlight circle. She gasped at the magnificent sight. The dogs were all bathed in moonlight, making them shimmery shadows in the night. Starkissed frost had rose up from the noses and snouts, crystals forming in the air.
But Solstice sensed some tension in the air. Angry, frightened voices and demonic rhyme singing floated into the night air. Generally confused, Sol stepped back.
But she looked closer with her spectral blue optics and saw dogs ready for battle. She would not let that happen. Peace was a Drifter's way. Just like a monk of the churches she often slept at.
Stepping from the shadows, Solstice walked forward. A black and tan Doberman paced around a regal looking Shar Pei. A strange long-hair Northern dog stood far behind them. Backing away, an out numbered Blue doberman stood in front of her.
Padding forward, Sol stepped up to his side.
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 29, 2008 15:43:08 GMT -5
The sleek demon behind her approached as silently as a theif into a house. She would not have noticed him if it weren't for the sensation of wet leather sliding to her ears, and his morbid lyrics causing her head to swim. A smile, crooked but strangely charming, spread across one side of her face as she watched the seal-colored Doberman slowly allow the terror to overtake him. Dahlia was slightly disappointed that she had not created more fright in him than she did, but Junius did the trick. The darker, fawn hair along her spine rose as he at first denied her passage, teeth exposed themselves again in a certain mode of a disgusted sneer. Who did he think he was?
It was in this strange intertwined moment of time that several events occurred. Junius began a frantic pacing behind her, and she could feel his dead eyes set far beyond her on the other Doberman in the darkness. Slowly the male backed away, saying that he would allow them through. She raised her head, turning it only slightly to the side to peer at him from a dark eye. That ‘mane’ that he so subconsciously admired thickened as she did so, causing her rose-colored hair to turn fawn in excess. Her strong body quivered lightly, prodding her on, and she obeyed. She circled the male Doberman, looking him over as she did so. Nothing spectacular about him, she decided, comparing him to Junius. He held a sort of haughtiness similar to her own, save for the fact that she despised his. Her voice slowly drained forward from a hanging lower jaw, black-purple tongue sliding over the bristly hair on her muzzle, No manners for a lady, it seems. Do you, sir?
Her pacing stopped as she noticed a large, furry male enter the scene. His eyes set on them as if fighting were some sort of spectator sport, eyes narrowed into small black abysses as she realized he must be a dog trained by people to fight. She cut a sharp turn around the Doberman, the rough fur of her hip grinding against the smooth fur of his chest. Her tail, smooth despite the brash nature of the rest of her coat, curled outwards lightly to brush beneath his face. The slightly pungent, sweet scent of the female was strong enough in the season to burn ones eyes. But strangely pleasant all the same. Only a few tentative steps were taken towards the fighter as she sneered again,
Human’s puppet, you there. Think you’re tough as well, do you? Because humans trained you to get a little messy? She slowly approached further, stretching her head out towards him, goading him, she laughed, I’m so dirty, babe. The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the stains. And it sure as hell isn’t just for the fame. The female now smirked, nearly face-to-face to the long-haired male. She turned away now, curled tail still pulled tight over her hip as she went back to where her sadistic pal was standing.
On her path over there she now addressed the small female who had barged in, As far as your question, wench, its none of your business nor concern. All is fair in love and war, now be gone before you’re a player in a game much too big for you. Eyes swept over the small bitch, finding no interests nor specialties about her . She then wheeled to face the group, her back only to her ally.
This could turn out to be interesting.
((edit: sorry, i forgot to mention: KEEP IT IN ORDER. too confusing. It should be Sol, Me, Rie, Brooke. Rinse and repeat))
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Post by »Rie on Jul 29, 2008 16:14:58 GMT -5
Et tu, Brute?
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Filmy pupils dilated in a sea of muddy brown as he watched the other doberman from behind the shar-pei. His tongue dripped a thick slimy slaver onto the ground; his coat had long since dried from his impromptu bath beneath the waterspout back in Hawthorne, and the scent of his own healing lacerations filled his nostrils with the pungent oder of battle. His blood still sang as he remembered biting the whelp open to the bone. Lasciviously his tongue did a full circuit of his jowls; cleaning away invisible blood from his lips. His pacing picked up tempo, and at one point he even lifted up onto his hind paws to brace them against the damp, oozing brick on one side of the alleyway, his claws giving a scraping nails-on-chalkboard sound as he dragged them down the water pitted surface. Despite all his frenetic movement his gaze never once turned away from the other doberman: His shark eyes bore into the other dog with all the intensity of a hunting cat picking the weak specimen to single out. His teeth flashed in little shows of manic, twitchy snarls. The scent of unease filled his nostrils, and Junius gave a low thrumming growl of approval: He always liked it when they knew they're place. He could have laughed at how the other doberman backed away from the two of them; it seemed as though Junius made him uncomfortable.
Junius liked that, liked that he played the game Junius wanted him to: He loved it when his apparent insanity disturbed them; it was always so much sweeter when they realized how cognizant he was. What was an act? What was real? With this twisted monster one could never, ever tell. The other doberman declared that he wasn't a play thing, and Junius chuckled in that morbid humorless way of his, paws click-click-clicking in counterpoint. "What are you then, bait-breath?" He cajoled, and then his tone of voice switched as suddenly as his turn to pace back the other way. "Oh, I see, I see... You're special aren't you? You're a fighter, aren't you?" Junius reared up, smacking his paws against the side of the alley way again, using his fore legs to push off and twist himself into position; he glided up alongside Dahlia as she moved back from taunting the two males. He sent a scant glance toward the new arrival; having more fun with the doberman. He was like a tiger, you turn you back and it eats you; show it fear and it hunts you. He prowled forward his body shifting into a lower stance like a tiger's hunting glide, his belly damn near scraped over the trash covered ground as he slithered up in front of the other doberman, "I know fighters, I know warriors..." He'd taken Dahlia's place right in front of the other doberman now, his blood fouled breath wafting into the nostrils of the other. "Do you know what man tastes like? What he squeals like when he dies?" He wondered aloud, and perhaps he'd have said more but something else caught Junius attention.
"Well, well, well, what ever do we have here?" His tone was honeyed coated poison; like anti-freeze. A treat to taste until it destroyed your insides. He wove around the other doberman, seeming to dismiss him as his eyes landed on the newest arrival on the little shindig: A petite little female Aussie. His tongue dangled from the side of his mouth as he prowled forward dead eyes locked on her as she made her demands; sounding annoyed and upset with the whole affair. His paws moved in quick fluid movements as he wove his way forward stepping precisely through the trash; he seemed to have no problem in the cramped area of the alleyway. "What's the matter, pretty? Never seen how the real beast's play?" He asked, his voice taking on the tone as if he was speaking to an incompetent child. Idly he circled around her in a tight weave, nose moving out to nudge her flank before he came back around in front of her. He grinned right into her face; all fang's and slavering pink tongue, "Don't worry, pretty... I'm sure you'll learn"
Whipping back around suddenly in that movement that should have made his back scream in pain he took a few quick, bounding leaps to land back behind Dahlia. He drifted back a few paces more, letting the darker shadows grip him; he went still and silent: Watching and waiting from somewhere in the grips of the shadows that had swallowed him... The feel of his looming presences remained, however.
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 29, 2008 23:33:44 GMT -5
Five star fighter
Deep brown eyes watched lazily from the opening of the alleyway as the Doberman cornered called him a whelp, for some odd reason that just cut a nerve, and from that vicious attack he had a few left. Which reminded him; he had some bitches to attend to in the love department when he was finished doing whatever it was he was doing here. His multi-colored tongue pushed out from his maw and whipped over the blood resting on his snout, his jaws gaped just as the Shar-pei seemed to spot him. The bitch moved in for the ‘kill’, he continued to pant leisurely; if she would have come any closer his hot bloody breath would have poured all over that wrinkled face of hers; sticking in her wrinkle’s hidden pockets.
Though as she had stepped forth his nose trembled as he inhaled and exhaled ferociously, smelling that sappy, pungent humanized stink on her. Oh god that reeked; thankfully he stayed either on the front porch or wandering the streets of Harlow. A small gruff escaped him as he listened to the female, his jaws clicked shut like a bear trap, set off by the breeze and snagging nothing. A smile curled onto his lips as he listened to her haughty tone. A deep chuckle bubbled from his insides, escaping from the hinges of his jaws where his lips pulled back slightly. What a witty little bitch.
[/color] “Human’s puppet? Not anymore doll face.” He droned his voice gripping the shadows in its merciless tone; he allowed the bitch to slip by. He didn’t normally attack femmes. Unless his ‘puppet master’ made him do so, still then he’d walk away and sit, merely defending himself.
A deep grumble of a growl poked up from the surface, his hackles raising as an aussie swept by him and sat beside that Doberman, the one who’d called him a whelp. He inched forward; he’d get a chunk out of that male… His eyes looked over the two, walking in the shadows alongside the wall; the only noise heard from the fighting dog was the clicking of his nails, and the splashing of paws smacking on puddles. He emerged from behind the dumpster, his pelt grimy from the fit.
Attentively his eyes whirled over the other Doberman, just as sick and as cruel hearted as he was; well probably more. The male’s chest bulged with muscles as he tensed himself, ready to lunge at this cocky Dobie anytime now, ready to rip his throat out with his daggers and then sink them into his heart. As he lay dying the gruesome fluff-mutt would feast on his body; while he squirmed to get away from those teeth; cutting into him faster and more aggressively than a family at a free turkey dinner.
Lifting his blackish lip softly upwards he shower his daggers off; gleaming white in the moon’s ray’s yet near the gum and in the cracks blood seemed to be attracted to those areas; hiding there to attempt to decay his knives of white. Absentmindedly Loki’s head tilted to the side a bit, “He looks a bit muscular, that means he’ll be tough…” He grumbled, talking about the meat underneath that layer of silky skin. Oh how he wished to peel that skin back and gorge on his flesh, “I’m sure his heart is delicious.” He growled his lips started to carry foamy spit, as his eyes looked over the Dobie practically cornered with hungry eyes a long string of slobber fell from his lips dribbling to the ground and making a small puddle of frothy lust.
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Post by fell on Jul 30, 2008 13:31:35 GMT -5
Tut tut tut. Junia was bored out of her mind, especially due to lack of anything to do around the cozy home of hers. So, the female decided that a nice stroll around the city was in store to cure her boredom. Surely, she could find someone of interest. Maybe her brother, or some other sort of dog to pester. Though, her brother would naturally be at the top of her list to find. They could romp around the place and harass dogs! The idea was thrilling, and something she could never get tired of. Ever.
Parting her jaws, a loud yawn escaped the female as she wandered through her yard. Over to the hole she had created, only to find that the hole had been covered up. ”Oh har har, think you’re smart, don’t you human?” She muttered, speaking to herself as she turned and wandered towards the front yard. Screw digging another hole, she’d just find some other way out of the stupid yard. Wandering around the side of the house, she came across the trashcan, along with a bunch of boxes and such lined up against the side of the fence. Lord, how easy could this human make it for her? Junia jumped up onto a box, then climbed up onto the trashcan, and slowly made her way to the top of the mess of crap the human had piled up. Once high enough, the dobie jumped over the fence, clearing it and landing on the ground on the other side. Surely, the neighbor would be calling her owner in two seconds saying she had escaped once again. Oohh welll.
Junia weaved inbetween the houses, making a straight beeline towards the road. There was still puddles scattering across the road, which Junia made sure to step in whenever possible. Stepping wasn’t really what she was doing, actually. No, the female was prancing around in the puddles, like some little puppy that loved the water. Well, she loved the water, but she was definitely no puppy. In no time at all, the red fur around her paws was soaked, bits of mud clinging to her toes and fur. ”Rain rain, come againnn, so Junia can play agaaainn.” The Doberman sung to herself, as she continued to jump in the puddles of water and mud. Oh my, what a mess she was! Oops?
Her playing, while it was entertaining, led the dog to who knows where. She really hadn’t been paying attention to where she had been going. Though, it seemed she had wandered into an alley, full of..dogs? Automatically, her disposition changed, the playfulness disappearing for a moment as she looked over the crowd of dogs. Slowly, she wandered her way into it, slinking around as she investigated the five dogs. ”Fuzzball..” She muttered as she walked around the Australian Shepherd, then around the huge fuzzball, who she had no idea what kind of breed it was. ”Dust bunny..” She muttered, doing a full circle around Loki before spying the Doberman. Slinking over towards him, she poked at his weirdly colored fur with her nose, right on a hip. ”Squeakers..” He hummed out, before moving onward.
On to the next dog, a very, wrinkly..was that even a dog? ”Face lift..” She murmered, before her light eyes landed on the Doberman hiding behind Dahlia. Immediately, the serious disposition disappeared and she leaped up, prancing on over to the male. ”MY FAVORITIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD!” She shrieked, rushing over to him, little stump of a tail wiggling behind her in excitement. ”Yous having a party without me!? How DARE you?” She continued on, placing her body beside the males. Her face leaned in, tongue lashing out and attacking the males muzzle in a loving gesture. No doubt it wouldn’t be appreciated by Junius, but she was blood. He’d have to deal with it. Laughter flowed from the females jaws, ”Can I play too?”
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Post by solisticeofwinter on Jul 30, 2008 19:11:20 GMT -5
I'm Bad. Arsenic's fear slowly ebbed away. The male doberman didn't scare him that much anymore. He looked at the Shar Pei, and sneered,"Sorry honey, my momma didn't teach me any." His ice blue eyes following her every move. She circled him and eyed him, sizing him up for her own reasons. Arsenic was uncomfortable under her stare, but his terror ebbed to be replaced by guarded caution.
His spectral eyes followed Dahlia with interest. She seemed to be the leader of her friend and he was her trusted deputy. Arsenic suddenly felt the soft kiss of the wind as another dog appeared. Sturdy, muscled, and red? No, she was a merle dog. An Aussie dog. He opened his mouth to where his pink tongue was exposed, ready to left sharp words flow, but the dark Junius got to it before he could. He watched her light blue eyes with mild interest, but she seemed like all the other females.
He looked as another Doberman, a bitch, came into the scene. She muttered something by him, and he snubbed it. She was as mental as the rest of them, and he didn't feel like petty insult battles. He just raised a lip to expose fangs as a warning. She was licking up to Junius. Phifff....Cheek lickers.Arsenic sneered into his own mind.
He turned his attention back to Dahila. She was done circling him and was confronting the other male. The whelp. Arsenic watche him reply briefly, and then he rushed toward Arsenic. Adrenaline pumping, Arsenic stood to his feet, towering over the Northern dog. The dog had his lips drawn into a snarl of challenge. Arsenic chuckled, and tensed himself, ready to meet the challenge. Black lips curling, Arsenic exposed rows of sharp ivories. Seal colored fur bristling, Arsenic arched his neck, ready to bite.....
But instead, a sudden sharp pain stabbed his nose. He yelped in surprise and stepped backwards, ruby red liquid rolling down his sepia muzzle, dripping on the black concrete surface. His icy blue eyes watering with the impact and sting of the scissor-like teeth. He looked. You.....! He growled, angry. So Bring It. The Drifter.. Solstice looked at the female Shar Pei and snarled. her reddish lips pealed in anger, but she said nothing. No one was above her and she didn't consider this female formidable or challenging to herself. Solstice looked as the seal gray Doberman was about to speak, but he was cut short by another voice. Sol glanced in the direction, and she met a set of dead eyes, black and glassy. Sol was taken aback by the deranged darkness deep inside his depths, his mouth dripping clear ropes of saliva. She felt a fierce burst of anger as he spoke to her. She chuckled quietly and and stood nose to nose with him. She felt the slight wind movement he caused as he whisked by her haunch. "Sorry sweetheart. Despite your obvious charm and good looks, I was always told to stay out of garbage and away from those whose wild origins make them obnoxious.. She delicate lips curled into an innocent smile. Distracted by a sudden voice, Solstice whipped her head around as ANOTHER Doberman walked by her. She heard her taunt and Sol snarled at her, "What do you have to say there runt-foot?" These dogs were enough to make her loose it, but the memories of Drum were fresh in her mind. The kindness he showed made her feel glad that dogs weren't savages all the time. Then, a loud chorus of snarls made her ears prick attentively, and seeing the sudden movement, Sol rushed forward and shoved herself between the battle ready dogs. Solstice opened her jaws and scissor like teeth pierced the blue-Doberman's nose. She tasted the salty tang of blood, but quickly she shouldered into Loki. " Stop your fighting runts." She looked at the Doberman who tried to intimidate her, and eyed him with her herding dog stare. She saw him relax. . |
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 30, 2008 20:29:52 GMT -5
Dahlia couldn’t help but turn her attention back to that cocky little Doberman she’d circled. He quickly affirmed she had no manners and she laughed; confident little one wasn’t he? She snarled in his direction as other things went on around her. Somewhere the large, fluffy dog began his own taunting… And then he disappeared into the shadows. Her satisfaction had rose when she’d gained the attention of both the mastiff-shepherd-type dog and the seal Doberman. All of these events clashed and lost their chronological order in her head; she began noticing and responding to each in random order as they came to her mind. This was due to the fact that a third Doberman burst onto the scene. The stench of another female flooded her nostrils, seeing as how the aussie’s scent was so weak she had barely noticed it. This particular bitch was large and powerful, she could already sense that from her entrance. Eyes kept her in check, body tensing and lip raising to expose her sharp incisors and mottled gums as she insulted her appearance. The next action the Doberman took irked her even more; a lick on the face of Junius. Snarling, she lowered her head with a possessive growl before turning back to the scene before her. Thin strands of saliva formed at her jowls and created a dazzle of cobwebs on the ground.
There was no romance between the shar-pei and the Doberman, but there was an unspoken understanding that he was hers. Possessive and obsessive by nature, Dahlia made sure that his attention was not ill spent and that no one took a particular interest in her little monster. The majority of her anger, however, turned to the small herding dog. She’d expressed a little too much interest in her demon first; calling him sweetheart, complimenting his looks and charm. After all, it was first come first serve; and the little smartass collie-type laid eyes on him first. Runt? She laughed loudly at this, as she was looking down on the little dog. It was this random event that occured to her then.
So you want to join in the game, do you? She growled, having to lower her head to come eye-to-eye with the other female, Be my guest.
The shar-pei’s large mouth peeled open into a grin of sorts as she lunged forward, having to lower herself so much caused her to have a slight disadvantage, but none the less she aimed for the female’s left ear and side of her face, at first. It was not wise to go for something vital and get the whole lot of the stirred up just yet. The thing about the shar-pei was, she didn’t worry about getting bitten. She was perfectly designed for such things, in fact when someone actually got a hold her that was when they needed to worry. Her skin was almost like elastic, hence the wrinkles, and if anything did manage to get their teeth into her she can twist around and grab their throats or nose. It is always her plan, and it never fails. Centuries of breeding are never flawed or wrong. It was instinct that told her to let her opponent get a mouthful, for that was when they were in for it.
Her front paws slid lightly on the wet ground as she lowered herself to deliver her attack, bowing before her opponent like some ancient beast.
We're all mad here...
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Post by »Rie on Jul 30, 2008 21:54:26 GMT -5
Et tu, Brute?
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In the safe shadows of the darkness sat the monster of Harlow, the devil doberman; Lucifer never was so proud. Humanity looked at him with the knowledge that here was a predator. He'd been bought from the humane society by a man with slick black hair, and greedy eyes; a sadistic cruel figure. The human underworld told tales of The Master and his Pet. They whispered of The Cage hidden somewhere in the great manor house on Hawthorne: They said that a man would be put in and the Beast would be allowed to have him. Children dared one another; Touch the fence, see how close you can get. Every city had it's monsters, had its criminals and its crime. All cities had their horror stories; and the skeletons in the closet. Junius was one of those, even if he may not be all that cognizant of it. He knew The Master loved what he did; and Junius enjoyed it just as much... He did, however, often wish that it was the slick-eyed devil he was biting into... Shame The Master was gone now; where ever he was. Junius rather hoped that The Master had nightmares over the fact that his precious slaughter hound was running loose. Crouched there in the darkness Junius' long pink tongue flicked out running over the small gashes torn into his foreleg from the teeth of that hybrid at the dump. Silly fools, why did they keep defying him so? Oh, that experience had been one to relish: His mouth watered at the memory. That poor, poor whelp; heh. Junius probably should have killed him, the way he'd left the shepherd was crueler than any death the doberman could grant him. He wondered how long he'd survive.
His tongue flickered over the healing bite wound one more time before, the sound of a familiar voice caught his attention. His head came up, ponderously slow to emerge from the choke hold the shadows had on him: A disembodied head with a sharp muzzle, and horn like ears floating in a see of inky blackness. Before him the scene was wreathed in gloom and haloed in darkness. A soporific feeling hung over the late night gathering, and the light that came from the distant street lamps lit everything with a yellow toned glow. The scene was like something out of a gangster movie: A horde of mob members cornering their helpless targets in the middle of dumpsters, trash bags, and skittering rats. His mud brown eyes zeroed in on the red brown body that weaved through the rest as they stood like trees; or perhaps like chess pieces on a board, waiting to be directed into position. Junia's voice broke through in quick staccato cracks, shattering the air as she demeaned each with a quick slice of her sharp tongue, and catty attitude. He nearly wanted to scoff at the little Aussie's rejoinder: She was a vapid bitch. She had nothing on the Black Dahlia who's entirety was absolutely piquant.
Junia bounced toward him all keen interest, and hyperactive ramblings that reminded the doberman of a puppy: No puppy had ever been so biting though. Junia was much like himself; all manic energy, and an inability to let things lie. He'd known the female doberman for a very long, yet very short time so he could not, for sure, summarize his thoughts on her. Those thoughts were to distant, and to scattered in the shambled wreckages of his ruinous mind. A wet feeling clawed across the side of his muzzle, rising from the lower jaw into it flicked against the arching bridge of it. Still as stone for several seconds as Junia continued to caterwaul; and in the distant a tomcat yowled for a female's presence. Like an adder who's tail had just been trod on Junius' muzzle snapped out, his sharp white teeth closing over the chocolate brown of Junia's nose, encasing her muzzle in a hot, foul smelling clutch. Those eerie flat eyes of Junius' stared at her over the combined ridge of their muzzles for several long seconds, and he bit down slightly; not enough to cause real damage, but enough to show his displeasure and prove the force of those wicked jaws. He released her with an upward flick of his head, his voice low but carrying as it reverberated in the tight enclosed space of the alley, "You overstep, sister mine. You should be more careful of the boundaries you seek to cross; some caution to thee I warn."
His muddy eyes swiveled forward again in time to capture the sight of the dog he'd, until now, brushed off without much thought moving toward the grayish doberman. He could see the way the doberman moved as if to attack, and the way the Aussie shifted in to nip; to deter. Such a foolish notion this little creature seemed to carry with her: No violence, she proclaimed and then she drew first blood in the encounter. The beastly dog shifted slightly his shoulders rolling as he rocked his front half from side to side slightly: He was growing more agitated by the second. Generally he was not affected by alleyways and gaps: They were pathways, you walked down them, and out the other end. However, the stay in this one had been drawn out; it was making the skin along the dog's spine crawl. There was no roof to press him down, and for that he was grateful as he could be. Still, the walls were close, the alleyway tight; and the darkness wholesome. He panted softly.
Ahead of him Dahlia suddenly shifted again moving toward the Aussie who seemed set on protecting the doberman; and again Junius found his mind tugged back in time: Was this Aussie like that whelp he'd bloodied in the Waste Center? Protecting for no other reason that because they choose so? The concept was so strange, so mind-numbing and here it was blooming into being once again. What was this utter foolishness these pups had been brought up on? His tongue curled around his right canine absently, his eyes watching the scene without any apparent interest. As Dahlia invited the Aussie to 'join the game' Junius felt his muzzle shift and wrinkle, curling into something between a snarl and a feral grin. Glancing side long at Junia he tilted his head slightly, "Be my guest, sister dear, play away." he said, answering her seemingly long ago voiced question.
His own attention curved back toward the other dogs, shark like eyes picking and choosing as though trying to decide which candy looked the sweetest. Dahlia's attack on the Aussie seemed less a movement; a moment in time to him. It more seemed like a sound, and a feeling: Like the snapping of the hook of a leash as it was released from a collar; the slick, skin crawling feeling of a human hand patting his flank, the rattle of chain link fencing and words breathed into his ear with breathe that smelled like tobacco and chardonnay. Et tu, Brute? That low, dark, feeling curled in his stomach like a snake and sent scorpions climbing through his arteries. Giving a low dark, morbid sound that resembled laughter Junius took a few steps backward, disappearing into the threshold of utter blackness once again. From the slick shadows that low, chanting monotone emerged once again; "Oh a hunting we will go, a hunting we will go. Heigh ho the Derry-o, a hunting we will go."
There came a series of quiet clicks, then a soft rattle, and suddenly a prominent thump, the back lighting of the street lamp would be halved as a massive figure cut into it's buttery glow: A demonic shadow cast over the gloom; elongated beyond proportions as it fell across the little gathering. Junius moved carefully as he walked across the top of the dumpster, the slanted roof; metal gave off a low reverberating hollow sound with each fall of his large paws. Reaching the corner nearest them he sat, thrusting his head forward as he stared down at them all, a silhouette against the glow of the street lights: He looked like a gargoyle sprung from the eves of a Gothic cathedral.
"Hello, puppets; Did you miss me?" His fangs flashed white and keen in the heavy shadows that coiled around his monstrous figure. Not bothering to wait for an answer he shifted his haunches bracing his back paws against the roof of the dumpster; the muscles in his back tightened, the tendons in his hind legs trembled with tension, and he shoved off leaping toward the other male doberman; his jowls snapping open and spider thread saliva flinging back wards as gravity embraced him, his jaws reaching forward as he attempted to bite onto the male's spinal area in a way that would use his fall to force him into the dirty ground more than be highly damaging at first contact.
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Sic semper tyrannis!
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 30, 2008 23:11:41 GMT -5
Five star fighter
Runt-foot? The callus remark was barked off by what, the tiniest dog there, oh irony. He pulled his head back and stared at the little aussie, mild amusement on his maw. Runt-foot, honestly; did that dog somehow mistake the world’s top comebacks with the world’s lamest comebacks? Sighing he looked behind him as another dog entered the scene; prancing around them in a wicked maze; barking names at each dog as she encircled them. Soon enough it was his turn; and he was called Dust-Bunny. Couldn’t blame her there, he was rather large and grimy looking. Almost like something you’d find behind the stove or the fridge; simply dilated a many times over.
The large Caucasian was caught off guard as the Doberman stepped up, moving his neck up to seem dominate, oh a stupid move on his part. He was tempted to sink his fangs into that throat, that voluptuous juicy throat. The weakest part on a dog’s body; such a large vein loomed under the surface of that thin layer of skin; his mouth started to salivate, loose strings of spit slid down from the corners of his maw and onto the pavement with a soft smack. In that instant the Doberman growled, his throat jiggling smoothly almost as if in slow motion the way it moved so unnoticeably, unless you were staring at it that was. Almost like a humming bird’s wings, as they flapped numerous times per second there was no way you could watch a single flap. In this case, there was no way you could see a single vibration.
Rumbling out his own loud growl his black lips pulled back in a daunting snarl, his long canines showed in the gleaming moon light, the blood from his former home still present between his thick canines. Slobber loomed in the crotch of his lips; falling as too much became present and making that frothy puddle all the more larger. He moved in just as he backed away; his fangs clamped together with a loud audible snap, then another and another. Long strings of spit flew in every direction as the large dog became angry.
Just then he realized something had tried to shove the massive brute aside; in attempts to corrupt the forming battle, eh? He would not have it, oh no no no. Just as he was about to take a chunk from the bitch’s back when Dahlia seemed to lunge in, moving around the two bitches who seemed willing to go at it he stared down the seal, “Aw poor baby’s gonna cry?” he whimpered false pity high in his voice, he moved his muzzle down and wiggled his bottom lip, stopping his fake cry he enclosed the brute against the wall, cornering him against the other massive dumpster, the brick wall behind him, and the two females. A deep chuckle trickled through his shown fangs, sliding across the ground in an eerie presence as they entered the ears of his new victim.
A deep pit of laughter formed alongside that chuckle as he glared at the brute; stopping to form his sentence. “Ever fought outside the ring? Ever fought without rules? Without someone edging you into madness?” he questioned his words bubbling up from everywhere as his sickening voice echoed off the walls. He crouched low a bit; ready to spring. His multi-colored tongue flickered out like a snake’s would, tasting his own saliva, the leftover blood ceasing to satisfy his lust.
He didn’t want dried coagulated blood from his own jaws; left from the vicious attack against two pit bulls. No, he wanted the real stuff. The blood which oozed from it’s holder and spilled across the cold pavement creating a sort of steam; very faint but noticeably once in a frenzy. The blood that tasted like iron; metal. He wanted metal tasting blood, the warm metal tasting blood. And quite frankly, he wasn’t filling his craving by licking his chops.
Glaring over at the seal, as he would now refer to him as, something caught his attention. That massive Doberman was perched atop the large dumpster this seal was cornered against. Loki positioned himself to keep the seal from escaping the other Doberman’s grasp. Oh how he would lap the pools of tainted blood as it poured from the body it used to called home, mixing with the stagnate puddles cluttered in the dark; anything to satisfy this thirst he felt.
With a skitter across the top of the dumpster the noise of nails sliding against metal graced his ears; he ground his teeth together; no longer crouched for a brawl. He’d be keeping this brawl contained. Keeping that seal inside the area for a fight. Hell if one gave up on him he’d gladly take the reins and play the game.
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Post by fell on Jul 31, 2008 0:07:15 GMT -5
A small chuckle escaped the jaws of the female as the male Doberman raised his lip. The dog didn’t scare her one bit. Sure, he was a male and slightly larger than her because of this, but she wasn’t scared of anything. Not even getting hurt, or death itself. Life was a game, and she would play it and get the high score no matter what it took. Taking all the risks possible just made it that much more fun. Not to mention it earned her double points.
As she slunk around the Aussie, calling it a fuzzball, it had the nerve to talk back to her. Pausing, she tilted her head, peering light eyes down at the smaller dog. ”Whut, pup? Did you say something, fuzzie?” She asked, followed up by a small laugh. What kind of stupid dog was this female? She was obviously smaller than her, so who was she to speak and attempt to insult Junia? Runts, was that seriously what she was calling all these dogs that were all taller than her? With a scoff, she moved onward. It was the wrinkly dogs reaction to her affection towards Junius that caught her attention, though. There was something going on between them. Who was that female to him? Surely not a mate..or was she? Junia decided to ask later, because now was not the time.
As she slunk around her brother, licking his cheek, she received a reaction that she pretty well expected. As the males teeth sunk into her nose, laughter exploded from the female’s jaws. Pain tolerance was yet another thing she had, though it wasn’t like the bite was meant to do damage. That much she knew. Pushing her brothers buttons was fun, but she knew not to overstep the boundaries. She knew that if it came down to it, he’d bite off her head just like any other dog walking around that bugged him. Respect was something she definitely gave the demon, and if he called for space, she would give him it. As soon as she was released, she took a step back, continuing to laugh. ”As you wish, my brother.” As she spoke, the Doberman did a sort of bow, or as much as a dog could really perform. She spoke with a serious tone, yet there was still an air of playful insanity through her actions. She was such an unstable creature, and totally unpredictable. Whoever said that was a bad thing, though?
All hell broke loose, as the wrinkly female charged the Aussie. Soon after, her brother gave her permission to join in, and then disappeared into the darkness. It wasn’t long before he reappeared, joining and going after the discolored Doberman. Then, the second fuzzball joined in, trapping the Doberman into place. Oh, but where would Junia join in, hm? Two on one didn’t seem fair, but who said it was fun to play fair? Well, if Junius had backup, then she’d just have to stalk after the Shar-Pei and give her backup, if she needed it. Dropping to a play bow, her stump of a tail gave a wiggle in excitement. The long pink flesh slid out the corner of her jaws, drool dripping onto the asphalt of the alleyway. Suddenly, her tongue moved across her chops, and then she spoke, voice hissing out a string of words. ”And here..we..GO!” Muscles bunched, before she sprung foreword, following after Dahlia. She would stay back, for now, but if need be, there Junia would be, at the Shar-Pei’s side in seconds. While she waited, like a tag-team wrestling team, Junia paced around the dogs, waiting for her turn to be ‘tagged’. |
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