A Nice Day for a Strole

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Abigail by his side, the Doberman Pinscher practically marched down the sidewalk, keeping level with his master while she clung tightly to the end of his leash. His held his head up high, glancing at strangers as they walked by, but never loosing track of the human's movements while he kept a keen eye out for anything that might be a danger to her. Plenty of other humans were out and about, some with their kin or pups, while others walked their own canine companions. This was all a scene he was very used to, one that he belonged to. He wore his vest proudly as he trotted along, the darker coat with yellow letters reading "Assist Dog". The occasional human pup would ask its mother if he could approach, though most mothers (like most other humans) gave him one fearful look before shaking their head. 

 Harley didn't mind. Being feared was a way to be taken seriously, and if he scared some humans then surely he scared the ones who meant any harm. Not that he thought most humans were bad; he just couldn't be too careful, not with his master's safety on the line. He walked her up to the familiar building, the one she spent hours at each day. He was allowed in, but recently Abigail had been trying to get used to being without him (even if it was just for a short while), and so she paused as she reached the doors. 

 The woman turned to him and smiled as she said something, and his ears perked as he caught a few familiar words. She walked him in and dropped him off in one of the offices, where he would be 'kept out of trouble' until her shift was over. She said her goodbye, and his brown eyes met hers for a moment as he wished her good luck. Once the door closed, however, it was back into action as the tall dog immediately picked up his previous pace and trotted over toward one of the windows. 

 It was exploring time, time to scope out the area for dangers or interests. 

 Harley leapt up onto one of the boxes beneath the window with one simple stride, turning to raise and rest his front paws on the windowsill and push it open by pressing his muzzle against it. The window was pushed open fairly easily, rarely ever left locked as no one noticed that he had managed to pull the bolt loose a while back, and he hopped up only to hop back down on the other end. Phase one was complete, and now for the second half to his three-phase plan: Explore. Leave, explore, and return in time to accompany his master home. It seemed like a fair deal, and one he had never failed to manage in a timely manor. 

 The Doberman broke off into the same, quick-paced and stern trot as usual, heading off down the sidewalk. His vest and collar kept his confidence high any time he worried about a dog catcher or 'helpful' human, and his stoic expression usually kept trouble-makers at bay. He held his head down level with his shoulders as he walked along quietly, taking in his surroundings as he made his way along. 

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The young coyote hardly every ventured into the town. He knew it was a dumb idea, but he was so curious, so interested in a thrill. His muzzle held the usual bloodstains, along with bloody paws and the giant pink scar that encircled his flank. A few people took one look at him, screamed and bolted. He loved it. His yips and barks weren't even that scary, but it was enough to send those little human pups screaming for their mothers, only for the mothers and fathers to follow suite. A few men were brave, grabbing sticks or sharp objects at the chestnut canine, barking orders. But, all he had to do with lift his lips in a white-fanged snarl, leap forward, and they would drop the weapon and run as well. It was quite fun. Archer wasn't here to hurt anyone, just to scare them and enjoy it as they screamed and ran.

The next brave soul was a man in a suit, holding a large net beside a metal cage. Another had a loud-stick, which carried sharp items that made you sleepy when they hit. But, Archer had seen these before too, outsmarted many strange men like these. So, he did what he did best, yowled and leapt, dodging the best he could, and never allowed the men to get a perfect shop. They never gave up, but eventually lost sight of the two year old coyote, and Archer would wander off. After a little while, they would cross paths again and the whole story repeats. At this time, Archer was looking at a little male human pup, playing with some colorful things that drew on the ground. The little pup hadn't seen him approaching, so the coyote slunk forward crouching, letting out an eerie howl until the pup raced away in tears to his mother.

Archer sat back on his haunches, watching the terrified glances with his lips lifted into what appeared to be a smile. The bloody muzzle and paws always did the trick.

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The Doberman's trot was cut short as one of the human pups ran past him, crying to his mother with a high-pitched wail that made the dog's pointed ears tilt back for a short moment. Odd. The mother hugged him and gave some high-pitched responses, before taking once glance in the direction from which the child ran only to pick him up and run off, yelling something in a horrified tone. Especially odd.

Harley took a deep breath in, and got a whole bunch of scents he wasn't expecting. Fear from the humans, dirt, foliage, the scents that normally came from outside the city, scents of wild things, and... blood?? The black dog stiffened up, scowling as he trotted foreword and looked over to catch a glimpse of whatever had frightened the humans. Whatever it was, he'd have to get rid of it before his master got out of work; that, or convince it that he was not a force to be reckoned with, just in case it slunk around whenever he and Abigail were out wandering about.

The tall dog was surprised to see that culprit, a rather small-looking coyote with striking amber eyes. He took one noticed of the blood on the stranger's paws and muzzle, and immediate let out a warning snarl.

"What the hell are you doing here??" Harley growled, stepping up until he was only about five feet away from the other canine. He wasn't stupid, and he wasn't going to get right up close first thing, but he held his stance with a certain pride and confidence, as if he wasn't afraid of being jumped or growled at in return.

"'You causin' trouble for the human pups, then??" the assist dog added, letting out a quick 'tsk' and giving a slow shake of his head, "Y'know, it ain't nice to pick on the little ones... But if you do it enough, their parents will leave some nice shiny traps out for you in the forest."

((OOC; He's perfect x3 I just hope Harley can take a joke <w<))

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"Speech."



Ears perked up and full of curiosity,the coyote waited for someone else to notice him or another unknowing pup came into play. When the scent of another dog, a maledog at that, filled his nose, he let out an annoyed sigh. Well, there goes all my fun. Though the dog was what appeared to be a fierce breed, the coyote stood his ground, lifting his lips in return to the dogs growl. He wasn't a canine of mercy, nor one of fear. He was going to stand his ground no matter what the challenge. The dog stopped about five feet from him and began with the threats. The coyote watched with a bored expression on his face. Nodding his head every time the other male stopped speaking as though saying 'yeah' 'uh huh, 'okay' like that of an annoyed child. And that was exactly what he was, just a child.

When he had seemed done speaking,the coyote took focus on his threat about the cages. "Been there, done that." He yapped, his coyote voice much more high-pitched and eerie than that of a fierce dog. "They also have the guards here with those loud sticks. Hurt like something else when they hit ya. That only makes the games with them more fun." His thin, yet somehow broad shoulders shrugged. "Wolves are much more dangerous," His head turned and indicated the giant scar that surrounded his flank. "The pups and I were only playing a game, don't worry, I don't lay a paw on them. It's just for fun. You can't tell me you don't like to have fun. There's nothing to do in the wild when you have no littermates or friends when you're two like me. I need to get drive from somewhere." His voice was actually sort of content, and he was even telling the truth, how odd it may sound to the ears of a dog. His breed was known for causing trouble, and well, Archer lived up to that rumor.

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Harley had taken notice of the way that the coyote hadn't even flinched. This was strange, definitely new, as the Doberman was more used to being able to scare threats away without much (if any) actual contact. The fact that this forest dog didn't even seem phased had pointed out a definite disadvantage there. Not that the pet didn't know how to back up his words or anything - no, he knew about that very well. But just the fact that this opponent had a certain air about him, a certain cocky confidence and an unwillingness to back down, he must've had some trick up his own sleeve.



The high-pitched yap was nothing like Harley's own deeper bark, though it sounded more threatening in a sense. The assist dog had always associated deep tones and strong barks with a dog not to be messed with, and humans tried to mimic deep tones when they gave important demands. These were voices to be followed, orders given by an authority figure and meant to be taken with the upmost attention. Yet this shriller-sounding one, this strange new approach at making any kind of counter to such authoritative barks... It was as if the coyote's voice were made of shards of ice.



He didn't even care about the traps. He didn't care about the disapproval of the humans, or of their weapons or the sticks, or even of whether he frightened the pups so that they believed he might hurt them. He just didn't care. The contentness with that, the way he seemed so utterly indifferent to being quite selfish... it made Harley's lip curl as he scowled, unable to wrap his mind around why anyone would consider trouble to be something made for fun.



"Well, why don't you go bother some pups from the forest or something," the Doberman finally replied, shoulders tensing up as he took a much more action-ready stance, "Y'aren't welcome here."



As if to put emphasis on that fact, hie stayed in his more offense-ready stance, dark brown eyes fixed on the potential target. "The last thing I need is another trouble-maker earning a bad name for every canine in this city. So you just go find some other way to entertain yourself." This was his master's home, his home, and he wasn't about to let some outsider make life there any more difficult. He could never consider frightening pups to be 'fun'. The high-pitched whines as they flailed before they fled to their mothers, who quickly retaliated with a shrill yap of their own or a quit swat at the muzzle. The coyote threatened the peace with his sport, it was simple as that. This outsider would definitely have to be rid of, one way or another.

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"Speech."



The fierce dog seemed to be willing on a fight, and Archer would be ready for just about anything. He wasn't afraid of a silly fierce dog, he was street smart, tactical and agile. Could even escape a silly loud stick and trap! He wasn't afraid of this dog. His small shoulders tensed, mimicking that of the dog before him. If he wanted a fight, he was going to get one. Y'aren't welcome here.The accent made the coyote snort. "Is that supposed to be a threat? With that accent you sound like a western dog who herds sheep. Yet us coyotes still managed to eat them when you are off your guard." It was a fact rather than a teasing remark. The coyote gave a grinning toothed snarl, his ears back. "Can you fight as bad as one?" He sneered, ears peeling back and his grin fading into a threatening glare.

"I have as much right to this town as you. If they can't kick me out, their problem, I'm not going to let them sick a house-pet on me and expect me to turn, tail tucked between my legs and run. I'm not leaving until I feel like it. And no fierce dog wanna be is going to make me." A threatening snap of his jaws and his shoulder muscles tensed some more. This dog may have muscle, but he wasn't as quick or agile of the coyote.A few bystanders were around them, and Archer raised his head to the sky letting out one of those eerie, high-pitched howls that are known to be a coyotes. It didn't take long before they left. "Make your choice, house-pet." He snapped, tail curling into a arch that he had been named after. It meant business, that the jokes were over, the games and immaturity gone. Now i was time for the fierce dog to make his move. If he was so protective and loyal, let him chase out the big-bad-coyote. Become a new town hero.

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"Speech."

Harley's eyes narrowed as the coyote compared him to some sheep herding dog. He was nothing of the sort!! Well, no nothing of the sort, but they had plenty of differences. The sheep-herders were left in charge of large groups of stupid creatures, whereas the Assist Dog dedicated his life to leading, helping, and protecting one very important human - one human who was much smarter than a whole group of sheep. It wasn't that he took offense to being compared to one of the clever herd dogs, no, he actually found them rather admirable at times (at least much more admirable than a sneaky coyote). He was more upset by the fact that it had indirectly insulted his master, and he took the statement as more of a potentially threat as the other canine joked about how coyotes could still steal from the herds.

"I'll show you how well I can fight if you ever so much as think about coming near what I protect," the Doberman snarled, ears falling back to lie flat against his head. It was obvious that this stray had hit a sore spot, as the level of how defensive the pet was being seemed to increase far more at the mere though of someone baring any malice toward Abigail. Then, there was the threatening snap as the coyote refused to be chased out, but Harley refused to back away or give up.

"Then you'll limp out of here with your tail dangling on instead of tucked down," the bigger dog snarled in return, baring his teeth. The stray left it up to him to make the decision, to run away or to stand his ground, but the choice had already been made since this conversation had started. If the foolish coyote refused to leave, then Harley was going to have to chase him out. That decision had been made long before, in fact, though perhaps not with a coyote in mind at the time.

If there was a thread, anything that could harm his master in any way, then it would have to be removed one way or another.

"Last chance, coyote. Leave, or I'll throw you out myself."

In truth, he didn't want to fight if it could be helped. If the wild one could be chased away without any trouble, could be made to leave without being forced physically, then that would be best. Harley didn't even want to think about what strange diseases the stranger could be carrying, and he certainly didn't want to return to Abigail as a bloody mess if he got hurt. He wasn't stupid, he knew that if he fought then he was going to get hurt, but that that didn't matter as long as future safety was on the line. This was his job, his responsibility, and it was what he had been raised for since he was born.

Harley was a protector. It was his job to end threats, even if it meant that he could get hurt terribly in return.

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"Speech."







The coyote gave a pleased yap of delight when he found that he had hit the fierce-dogs weak spot.. The human. But, Archer found no interest in hurting humans, he was much more interested in scaring them back to their homes, making game out of it all. Now though, it was obvious he was going to have to fight for them if he wanted to stay. Well, he had no problem with that at all. The coyote rose to his full height. He was still much smaller than the fierce dog, but his eyes shone with pure hatred, arrogance, and the thirst for blood. He growled lightly at the other dogs final statement. Last chance, coyote. Leave or i'll throw you out." his tail gave an excited wag, his muscles showing from inside his fur. This fierce dog had no idea what he was up against. Archer was small, but coyotes had massive jaw strength and quick paws. Much of an advantage to the fierce dog, even though he was strong and quick as well. A more threatening snarl, bark was all that the coyote responded, obviously showing that he would rather fight.

Lifting his teeth, he curled his tail into the arch, his main form of aggression. His tail flicked at the tip, his muzzle wrinkling. Feeling that the pacing game was silly, he stopped at one of the other canines blind spots, lunging and snapping hard, trying his best to capture the fierce-dogs left hind leg and snapped his jaws shut. If he hit the target, he bit down as hard as he could until he felt the blood swell up around his muzzle, then once again pounced away, hackles raised, snarling with the blood from his jaws. "How does your human-sweetie feel about blood?" He sneered, wrapping his tongue to lick the blood around his muzzle. Then, the coyote jumped into a quick dash in a circle, slowing only to nip threateningly at the dogs tail, though no making contact. He was one for games, and games were what he was going to play.

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"Speech."

The please yap from the coyote made Harley frown, as he realized all too late that he had given away too much information. Some became discouraged from fighting when it was learned that their opponent was fighting specifically for someone or something of great value, but this stranger was turning out to be an exception to that general assumption. The larger dog hadn't even considered the fact that his size made maneuvering that much more difficult, and this wild dog was likely going to be a master at slipping out of tight spaces only to spin around and throw in a quick attack to follow up. The more threatening snarl was acceptance enough for a fight, and the black-and-brown dog took a defensive stance as he prepared for the worst, having already lost the advantage of taking the first move.

Much more quickly than he could have expected, the coyote darted in and took his chance. The Doberman did his best to step up and to the side, hoping to pull his back end away before he could be caught in an attack, but his response was too late and too slow. A horrible stinging sensation shot up through his legs as the sharp teeth sank in, and the painful first lesson was learned: despite this stranger's size, he had a mean set of jaws. A higher yowl was let out as the larger dog tried to pull his leg free, attempting to yank himself away by using sheer strength combined with bodyweight. He only escaped when the other let go, though he was sure to take a couple steps away before spinning around, snarling, with fury burning brightly in dark brown eyes.

"How does your human-sweetie feel about blood?"

Harley didn't even bother responding. He jumped back as the other ran around and nipped at his tail, not wanting to get caught a second time. Now forced to work with a slight limp, blood trickled out of his leg and a lesser yet still horrible pain shot up his leg every time he took a step on it. He let out a furious bark, before trying to run into the other, head-on. The Doberman's plan was to use his size against the smaller dog, to pin him back with larger paws so that he could focus on snapping at his chest or neck area.

It was obvious that this pet was more used to fighting bigger, clumsier opponents, and that even though he was trained to protect and had encountered a few dangers he lashed out at in the past, he hadn't trained often after the first few years of his life. He was taught to protect against humans, anyway, which fought in a very different way from some wily coyote. His chances of winning this fight suddenly seemed much slimmer than they had before, and he realized this. He needed to end this as quickly as possible if he wanted to win, before the wild dog could wear him down.

((OOC; I think Archer should win this... One, because he does seem to have a lot more experience than Harley, and his fighting technique takes full advantage of all Harley's technique's weak points, and Two, because I feel like (for the moment at least) Harley would aim to kill him, whereas I'm under the impression that if Archer wins, he's just going to walk away like a stud with a victorious smirk x3 What do you think, though??))