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Post by ~Jay~ on May 14, 2013 2:07:06 GMT
June should have known better than to wander off alone. Especially when she'd heard recent reports of a large group of loners attacking random passersby out of the blue. This particular group was what now had June running towards the car park on the Western end of Hexasol. She had only wandered off to hunt for a short time, hoping to get something to bring back to the pack. But after she had finally succeeded at catching something, a scrawny crow, she found herself not alone anymore. There was another dog just a short distance away, and a few more scattered around the area. The first canine had told her to give up the prey and leave, she was on their territory. June had told him she was in the free lands, she had caught the prey and therefore it was hers, not theirs. As the first few started to close in on her, June had found herself spotting a few others on the edges, and quickly realized she had made a mistake. When she spotted an opening, she ran.
It wasn't the most dignified thing to do, run away from a fight, but one against however many there had been, June thought she had seen about 10 or so, is not good odds for anyone. June's longer legs gave her an advantage over a number of the loners as she pelted down streets and alleyways, skittering around corners and trying her best to lose her pursuers. She wasn't quite sure why they were so insistent on following her, but she knew that if they caught her, it wouldn't be good for her. But as she slid around a corner and stumbled, briefly glancing back at her pursuers and seeing the nearest one closing in, she realized that she was running out of options. Panting and running out of energy, June pelted into a large building, the car park, and started to dart between cars, hoping to confuse, lose, and injure some of the canines following her. She succeeded to a degree, hearing a few yelps and barks of pain and shouts of confusion, but she knew that she was just delaying a facedown.
The facedown came sooner than she expected, as she turned another corner around a car, she skidded to a stop, claws trying to get a grip on the floor before smacking muzzle first into a wall. The only was out was to go back the way she came, and as she turned to do so, she found herself facing three of the followers already, and she heard some of the others not far behind.
"Shit." She cursed, panting and out of breath, as she bared her teeth and faced the challengers. She knew that she was likely going to be dead, or at least badly hurt, at the end of this fight if the odds remained as they were. No one would come save her. She was exhausted, shaken, cornered, outnumbered, and alone.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2013 14:13:51 GMT
The morning sun was rising as Butch laid in the back of an old dodge truck, having claimed the bed as his place to sleep for the night. His paws and legs twitched as he dreamed of running as fast as the wind would carry him, golden eyes intent on catching the cat that fled from his snapping jaws. He caught it by the tail, skidding to a stop as it shrieked and whirled on at him and... barked? The cat just barked at him? It barked over and over until Butch woke, still hearing the chorus of barking. He shook his head and yawned, fangs flashing in the morning sun. He pricked his ears forward and flopped back onto his side, stretching until his legs trembled. Hopping to his paws, Butch hopped off the truck and trotted across the junkyard until he came up to see a female being cornered by others. He snorted softly and went back to the truck. Grabbed Reich's scruff in his teeth, Butch dragged him from the truck and let him fall to the ground. "On your feet, Reich. We got trouble." He waited impatiently for Reich before leading the way.
He came up behind the rogues as they closed in on the female. Butch growled. "Four against one, that's not very fair for the kitty." Butch padded forward a few steps. "Why not pick on someone who can actually defend themselves." He challenged and threw himself into the fight, not having to wonder if Reich would join in. Butch knew his brother would most definitely want a piece of dog meat. Butch made short work of the loners, but not without injuries of his own. Blood seeped from bites on his sides and shoulders, but the pain was dull. He had learned how to ignore it. He looked at Reich, checking him over quickly and assuring himself his brother would live. He looked at the female. "There, your safe. Now beat it before I chase you off myself." He said dismissively and padded over to Reich. "Breakfast is served." He chuckled softly and turned toward one of the rogues he had killed, sniffing it before biting into the shoulder, starting to eat.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2013 14:55:55 GMT
Drowsily, Reich rose to his paws before shaking his head in a vigorous attempt to wake himself up. The canine obviously wasn't a fan of waking up at the crack of dawn, and especially if it meant being thrown out of a truck by his brother. "Damn! What's the hurry?" Reich grunted, his words a bit slurred, as he had just awoken. Then his large, rounded ears focused in on the threatening barking, and the noisy snarls didn't seem very far away. Muscles rippling beneath his thick pelt, the German Shepherd bounded eagerly after his brother until they both skidded to a halt behind what seemed to be a cowering female.
Reich's eyes glittered with bloodlust. He hadn't killed for a while now, a whole twenty four hours! The well muscled canine launched himself at the nearest dog, closing his powerful jaws into the side of his prey. He proceeded to kill, shaking the struggling mouthful back and worth until blood was sprayed everywhere and the dog had bled out. Slamming the dead body to the ground to make sure it wasn't still alive, Reich released his toothy grip on the prey. Reich continued the fight until two of the unlucky canines were dead at his blood-soaked paws. He licked some blood from his muzzle, but he let some of it drip from his chin and fangs. He loved the feel of the streaming crimson liquid, it gave him an odd satisfaction. Turning the face the female, Reich wore a demonic smirk, and moved up beside his brother, leaving paw-prints of blood as he walked.
Butch's brother settled down with his own kill, digging into the soft flesh hungrily. Closing his eyes in pleasure, he savored every bite. The feeling of eating one of your own kind was undeniably strengthening to the German Shepherd. While enjoying his meal, the handsome canine looked the female dog down. Suddenly a curious look appeared on Reich's facial features. "Wait, that female! She's a Tempest bitch!"
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Post by ~Jay~ on May 14, 2013 21:01:09 GMT
As June bared her teeth in a snarl at her attackers, she heard more paws approaching, and nearly groaned aloud. But as she glanced up to observe the new arrivals, two German Shepherds., one of them spoke.
"Four against one, that's not very fair for the kitty." His statement caused June to narrow her eyes more as she growled, thinking him to be another rogue taunting their cornered victim, until he spoke again.
"Why not pick on someone who can actually defend themselves." With that, he launched himself at one of the nearby dogs, another German Shepherd quickly joining in the battle. It was over in a flash, the two making quick work of the rogue mutts. June stood in shock, relaxing her posture only slightly. The first of the German Shepards looked at her, and spoke once again.
"There, your safe. Now beat it before I chase you off myself." he told her, before telling the other that breakfast was served. In her confusion, June relaxed her tense posture, almost about to follow the orders of the first male, when she saw what he meant by breakfast.
She started to back away, shocked by the sight before her. They were eating the dead rogues. She stared, shocked motionless. After a moment though, she shook herself and started to cautiously sneak around the pair and the dead bodies. Just as she passed the second German Shepherd, she heard him speak, his voice was accented, compared to the other Shepherd.
"Wait, that female! She's a Tempest bitch!" June stiffened, spinning to face him. But just before she spoke, she paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.
"What does is matter to you if I'm in Tempest or not?" She scowled, a slight growl in her tone, before another thought hit her. "Wait, I know you, you were in Tempest." She stared at them, bewildered. "Butch and Reich, right?" |
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2013 21:28:58 GMT
Butch raised his head, his muzzle now covered in blood, and some meat hanging from his jaws. Hishead jerked, jaws snapping, and he swallowed the flesh, licking his bloodied lips. He looked at Reich. "¿Crees que no lo sé? No haga caso de ella." His own mexican accent thick as he grumbled. His head snapped around at the female's words, his golden eyes slicing into her like lasers. He stepped over the already half-eaten dog carcass and padded toward her slowly, eyes glaring death. "Look, chica, we do not care if you are in Tempest. But this, this is our territory. And right now, you are looking like a mighty fine meal." He licked his lips again, aiming to intimidate her. "Huele sabrosa también." He snorted softly and turned away, then stopped when she said his name. His lips twitched as he tried to resist baring his teeth. "Emphasis on 'were'. We left. They're nothing but spineless bone bags that have no more right to live than cats!" He snarled and started to pace, his mind now on the inferior species of cats, and his opinions of Tempest. "No son más que un montón de idiotas. Si yo fuera jefe, esta guerra habría terminado ya con los perros como los líderes." He snapped his jaws, fur bristling. He stopped and took a deep breath, then shook out of his coat as if shaking off the venomous thoughts.
He looked at her. "There is a reason I left, kitty. They do not know how to win this war. Or they would have won it already." He said with a soft snort. "But no! They're just a bunch of stupid idiotas who wouldn't know how to win a war against mice! They're francamente estúpido!" He gave a firm nod of his head and looked at Reich, as if just now remembering his brother was present. Butch rolled his eyes and went back to the carcass, eating the rest of it quickly with a vengeance. He was peeved, and he needed to calm down before he lashed out at the next dog to get too close. The only one able to calm Butch, however, was Reich. Butch's jaws found a thick bone in the rogue's skeleton, and with a powerful snap of his jaws, he broke it off and laid down, not caring who was around him, as he trapped the bone between his paws and chewed on it ravenously, ears back, and growling at anyone who dared try to interrupt him. This was Butch's version of throwing a temper tantrum.
translation:
¿Crees que no lo sé? No haga caso de ella. = you think I don't know that? ignore her.
Huele sabrosa también. = It smells delicious to.
No son más que un montón de idiotas. Si yo fuera jefe, esta guerra habría terminado ya con los perros como los líderes. = They're just a bunch of idiots. If I were boss, this war would be over and with dogs as leaders.
francamente estúpido = downright stupid
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2013 23:18:34 GMT
"Aw shit, Tempest bitch! Look, you've made him mad! Reich howled at the female. "Now I have to calm him down! Good job!" He barked less loudly to her and he made his way to his brother's side. When Reich was just a ways away from June, he shook his bloody head just slightly, scattering drops of the stuff on and before her paws, as if to say, "This blood will be yours if you keep this up." Then he jumped to Butch's side and proceeded to nudge him gently on the shoulder. "Hey, buddy. No reason to get upset! You're right, Tempest is lead by puny fleabags and all, but we can't change that. We can only sit back and watch their pack die out. So don't let them bother you, don't even give them the time of day!" With a whisper he added, "Besides, that flea-ridden female has no idea what we could do to her if we wanted to have some fun!"
With a playful and deadly mischievous wag of his tail, Reich nudged his brother once more. "If you want we can beat her up or torture her. Or maybe we could ditch the scrawny thing and find someone else, if you'd rather do that." Reich's smile told Butch that, with whichever of the options that his brother had given him, if he did choose one, Reich had a new torture method to try out. It wasn't rare for this to happen, as the mind of this beast was as twisted as the pits of hell, that and Reich had a lot of free-time.
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Post by ~Jay~ on May 15, 2013 1:28:58 GMT
The first of the brothers, Butch, spoke to his brother in Spanish, June just barely recognized the language. She didn't understand it, but at her speaking, his head snapped around to face her.
"Look, chica, we do not care if you are in Tempest. But this, this is our territory. And right now, you are looking like a mighty fine meal." He said something in Spanish again, the way he said it though, June pinned her ears, but when he realized she had recognized him, he spoke in English once more.
"Emphasis on 'were'. We left. They're nothing but spineless bone bags that have no more right to live than cats!" June pinned her ears in anger this time, eyes narrowing and a slight growl starting to build in her throat. He spoke in Spanish again then addresses her once more.
"There is a reason I left, kitty. They do not know how to win this war. Or they would have won it already. But no! They're just a bunch of stupid idiotas who wouldn't know how to win a war against mice! They're francamente estúpido!"
"Don't call me kitty." June muttered, trying to keep her tone civil, for some reason his tone just pushed all her buttons simultaneously. "And not everyone in Tempest is an idiot." She stated a little louder, but Butch wasn't paying her much mind, instead going over to gnaw at a bone. Then his brother spoke.
"Aw shit, Tempest bitch! Look, you've made him mad! Now I have to calm him down! Good job!" June growled at the lowest volume she could in response to the insult, but she wasn't stupid, they'd been the ones to save her stupid rear only moments ago.
"Hey, buddy. No reason to get upset! You're right, Tempest is lead by puny fleabags and all, but we can't change that. We can only sit back and watch their pack die out. So don't let them bother you, don't even give them the time of day!" Reich was saying. June's eyes narrowed, if they were talking about Brooke she was pissed, Brooke was a competent leader and June considered her a friend. The next thing she heard from the pair was Reich's statement to his brother.
"If you want we can beat her up or torture her. Or maybe we could ditch the scrawny thing and find someone else, if you'd rather do that." June stepped back again, eyes flashing between the two, unsure of what to do. Her ears were pricked and her tail still, she was poised to run if she had to. After a moment, she forced herself to relax, sitting down in her place.
"I suppose I should at least thank you for saving my life instead of insulting you and pissing you off." She murmured, eyes locked on the pair, still cautious, but refusing to let on to her nerves.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2013 2:30:55 GMT
Butch growled when Reich touched him, baring a long, bloody fang. His bristling fur relaxed slightly, and slowly Butch's rage started to leak away. He grunted. "They're all fleabitten mutts." He growled and got up, shaking out his fur and looking at the female. Te llamaré lo que quiera llamarle." He growled loudly and looked at Reich. "As for torture, that sounds like fun. But not her..." Butch would never say it aloud, but as his golden eyes gazed at the female, he had to admit... She was beautiful, and regrettably, he didn't want to ruin her pelt. He shook his head as if someone had dumped water on him, and chased the thoughts away. She was just another worthless piece of meat. He snorted softly and looked at Reich, opening his mouth to speak, when she spoke again. Butch lost his patience. He snapped.
He looked at her, stalking over and growling loudly. Yes, we saved you. Now your in a debt. Better start doing what we say, so shut up!" He growled and shook his pelt, looking at Reich and speaking like June wasn't here. So what do we do with the bitch? Do we kill her and make her into a meal?" Butch always took charge, but at the moment he was stressed, and that was Reich's cue to take charge until Butch was able to think straight again without bloodlusted fog clouding his thoughts. He snorted loudly, resting his head across his brother's shoulder blades and inhaled Reich's scent, letting it calm the large male and slowly he felt himself coming back to his senses.
translation:
Te llamaré lo que quiera llamarle. = I will call you whatever I want to call you.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2013 18:21:37 GMT
"Slight German Accent."
With a smirk plastered on his bloodied muzzle, Reich nudged his brother's shoulder. "That's very thoughful of you, Butch." He muttered to the fellow german shepherd. Reich got his brother's message. Butch liked the female, despite her sass and rather obnoxious comments. Maybe it was just her looks, as she was a very pretty young thing. Or it could possibly be that his brother admired the female's guts the way she spoke to Butch without a hint of fear in her voice. Either way, Butch could have her. Reich had no current interest in the Tempest female, and found just about everything she said to be annoying. With a grunt, Reich began to circle the female, eyeing her from every angle. "Eh, Sie schaut nicht, wie sie eine gute Mahlzeit machen würde." His German accent strengthened as he spoke, then loosened as his language returned to English. "You think she could be our slave for a while? Or should we be kinder, and even permit her to hunt with us for a while? The possibilities are endless!"
Once Reich started laughing, it took him a lot of effort to stop. But this time he managed to stop abruptly so that the female wouldn't think he was too insane. The german shepherd had an odd way of being terrifying, and somewhat sexy at the same time. Raising his invisible eyebrows, Reich licked his lips in a flirtatious manner, not too provocative, however, as his brother seemed to like the female while Reich really had very little interest in her.
Translation:
Sie schaut nicht, wie sie eine gute Mahlzeit machen würde: She doesn't look like she'd make a good meal.
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Post by ~Jay~ on May 17, 2013 1:03:17 GMT
June sat as calmly as she could, resisting the urge to take off. She was an honorable dog, she didn't like being in debt to others, so she repays her favors as quickly as possible.
"They're all fleabitten mutts." June twitched, trying to repress the urge to snap at Butch, she had grown up in that pack, she had seen him in his short time in the pack, she knew how hard he had "tried"(not) to change the packs direction and make it more vicious towards the felines. In her mind, he'd been nothing but a freeloader, and she had been perfectly fine when he had left the pack. He spoke Spanish again, causing another twitch of her ears, she wished she knew what he said, but since she spoke no Spanish, she had no idea.
"As for torture, that sounds like fun. But not her..." June frowned in confusion, curious as to why she was not right for it, considering how ruthless they seemed to be. After her statement, Butch growled and seemed to lose patience
"Yes, we saved you. Now your in a debt. Better start doing what we say, so shut up!" June glared after him, but didn't say a word, merely sitting stiffly, watching the pair.
"So what do we do with the bitch? Do we kill her and make her into a meal?" June pinned her ears, but then Reich was speaking.
"That's very thoughtful of you, Butch." He stated, then he circled her, muttering something in another language, June didn't quite recognize it, and then spoke again.
"You think she could be our slave for a while? Or should we be kinder, and even permit her to hunt with us for a while? The possibilities are endless!" June watched him as he laughed, then licked his lips flirtatiously. She leaned away slightly at that, eyeing him as she thought.
'Well, at least I'm not the craziest of this little menagerie.' She looked to Butch 'He's pissed, and if his temper goes to much further, I'm doomed. I need to do something to calm this situation down, because if not, they're most likely going to kill me, or worse.'
"That was some very impressive fighting a moment ago. You took them on with out a second thought, your confidence is inspiring. You must have few enemies, they are likely all dead."
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2013 17:07:32 GMT
"Speech."
The large canine continued to chew on his bone, licking the rest of the blood off and then kept chewing. He listened to his brother, most of the other's words going in one ear and right out the other. He had no interest in either at this very moment. But as he listened, one word snapped in his mind. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to do so, but he launched himself at Reich, and pinned his brother to the ground. He growled in his ear. "Nunca llamarla puta vez." He moved away from Reich, allowing his brother to get up, and then looked at the female as she spoke. He tilted his head slightly. The hell was this female playing at? He growled softly and walked over to her. "I didn't hesitate because I was hungry. You should feel lucky, kitty, that you are not among the dogs in digesting in my stomach." He said with a soft growl. But as he looked at her, he couldn't help but notice how pretty she was.
For a short moment, it was obvious he was admiring her, but as fast as the expression had come, it was gone. He bared his teeth. "I will not say it again. Shut. Up." He growled and snapped his jaws in her face before looking at Reich, then at the female. He walked behind her and used his muzzle to shove her forward. Walk, kitty." He growled and led her to the truck. Butch hopped into the bed of the truck, and then on top of the cab, before laying down and watching June. "¿Qué te trae a la chatarrería, el amor?" He tilted his head and laid his head on his paws, one having been crossed over the other. He waited for her answer, ignoring his brother for the moment.
Translation:
Nunca llamarla puta vez. = never call her a bitch again.
¿Qué te trae a la chatarrería, el amor? = so what brings you to the junkyard, love
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