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[kitsuneflare]

OOC- Sorry, my muse is being bad, so short posts lol.

The night lights were ablaze as the moon rose in the navy-velvet sky, tints of purple clouds setting the sky in a sultry mood. The hidden sun continued its rage, only making the moonlight so brilliant, casting its grey shadows upon a silver world, absolutely marvelous! A fine, slender shadow cast its blackness upon the dancing streets, a path set upon its will. The one who owned it tingled with excitement on her night out. Dancing on her long legs, she set herself to trot to the beat of city tunes, lifting her legs gaily into the air while tossing her head about with thoughts of city interests. Such a beautifully vibrant place was a city, so set aglow with the lights of stars and canine royalty- Ryakko herself was a princess, unknown to her world, not proud but nonetheless educated in the social graces of human and animal, and regarded quite highly by her mistress. The white leather collar around her neck jingled and jangled with the vital tags attached, which held her very identity as a noble Dog. Her ears were pricked high and her fluffy, curled tail wagging and moving about with the enrapturing city rhythms. Her bright, ice-colored eyes soon sought out the lights, and she sprinted down the road leading to the place, her husky speed and stamina clearly showing.

She arrived in the city streets rather quickly, not panting or huffing even the slightest bit. her heart raced with exhilaration as she trotted about the sidewalks, her feet still rising high and her pace slowed as she continued her little dance. Occasionally she stopped to peer into a window or stop to smell the delicious scents of food wafting from the restaurants. Then she noticed it, an open door to a traditional Italian restaurant. It was a small place, but absolutely enthralling sights and scents were there. The pretty husky bounced up to one of the employees, who was leaning outside on the brick walls, and he petted her, his tones lighthearted and obviously happy to see a friendly dog. He gave her some of the pizza he was eating, and Ryakko ate it avidly, and gave a happy bark of appreciation. Another pat, and so her adventure began, as she danced with the city and had an amazing time.

[Noodle!]

<sub>The muscular bulk of the dog was was shaking lightly as he paced up the streets. His owners were tucked safely into their beds, and their new handy house alarm and alert system gave the guard dog time to himself. He had visited the richer neighborhood on several occasions, taking note of his inhabitants and, more importantly, keeping tabs on its strays. It was a rare occasion that he came upon a stranger here, for he had registered nearly every scent with a face and a home. However, tonight would be much different. The exotic beast's ears perked lightly as he noticed a new scent in the area. His keen, amber eyes picked up on a slight twitch in the a darker area of the streets near a resturaunt. He made his way towards her, watching the black and white shape carefully for signs of aggression. She had not yet noticed him, however, so he took mental notes by sight and scent. She was a dog of the cold lands, this was obvious by her layered coat and stocky build. She was unaltered, and therefore inviting to an equally intact dog such as he.

He did not approach any closer, but stopped some distance away. She had not yet noticed him and he wondered what a pet such as herself would be doing out alone in the streets. Her coat was clean and well kept, and she was not skinny or undernourished, it was obvious that she belonged somewhere. His tail made a light twitch to the side, wondering if she had picked up on his scent yet, and was just ignoring him. That had happened several times to the boerboel. His musky, masculine scent choked the area; despite the quiet and friendly nature of the owner, he couldn't control horomones.

Hello, suster. My name is Mbala. His voice was deep, smooth, much like the voice of the male human inhabitants of the land he had left so far behind. He had a slight accent, but his language was easy to understand as he proclaimed his name to the somewhat smaller dog.</sub>

[kitsuneflare]

^{As the husky continued her dancing trot, a bit of a tune forming in her throat. suddenly, a new scent entered her sensitive nostrils. It was musky, it smelled instinctively familiar...she was being followed by an in-tact male, she thought to herself. She paused for a moment, looking back from the corner of her blue eye. The male was larger than she, and bulky with muscular power. Ryakko began to hope he wasn't agressive. He spoke, his voice a foreign but easy to decipher accent. The husky felt a bit safer, if he had intentions to fight he would've ambushed her from behind. She turned to face him from the distance away they stood, and wagged her tail once. Nice to meet you, brother. I'm Ryakko! She yipped in a friendly, energetic tone. Her relief was obvious when he made no aggressive gestures. His coat was sleek and he seemed well-fed, and his lack of outward aggression were all signs of a house-pet.}

[Noodle!]

<sup>Mbala smiled as the slightly eccentric husky started bouncing and introduced herself as Ryakko with a large grin and a wag of her curled tail. He walked closer to her, looking up at a man who was leaning up against the wall. The man laughed and leaned down, coaxing to the the two dogs. The boerboel emitted a low growl as a warning before turning back to his new canine friend.

What is a lady doing alone in the city so late? He asked the question quietly, eyeing the man warily. This gave the tone of his guard/attack dog instincts in a subtle sort of way. However, if the man were to reach out and touch the massive brute, he would not recieve even a nip. It was such little surprisees that the boerboel's personality held. He would never bite or attack without reason, like the killing machine blessed with mercy.

He looked around the streets once again, as he listened to her reply. There were very few threats in the quiet streets it seemed, a few Animal Control Officers, cars, and random people who may steal them for dogfighting bait. The latter, Mbala didn't worry about too much.</sup>