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[rook]

There was a blood trail; it was a fickle one though. The drops were few and far between but they were there, with the stench of recently opened flesh. The dog was limping, but otherwise fine. In all honesty the torn mouthful of wrinkle flesh seemed of little importance and even less of a burden to the large ugly dog. It seemed fitting, really, an ugly dog with an ugly wound that would heal into an ugly half covered scar. However, some would see it differently, they would see an ugly dog with scars that proved she was a fighter- that she was a survivor. These were the canines she wanted to attract, she wanted survivors, not weaklings she wanted criticism- not pity.

The Dogue De Bordeux did need a place to rest, though, but why not scout for a home at the same time? This was her goal and so as she came across the train station, decrepit and falling apart, but it had valuable traits. There were railroad cars that seemed sufficient for a group of gladiators- fitting really. Rook ignored the rotting building and went for the cars. They were the most important thing about the train station anyway. Approaching the cars, she realized how tall they were and just how heavy she was, but still, she made an attempt, a failed one. She got her front legs up, but the back half of her body was heavy and her injured shoulder made it nearly impossible. Falling back to the ground the mastiff huffed and shook herself off. Not here She thought, turning to leave.


for Kat with Raziel, short threads pretty please.

[Zantalia]

 



The scent was stronger here...as he put his muzzle to the ground he felt the adrenaline rising.  This thing he was stalking...it was injured sure, but that didn't mean Raziel couldn't get it to fight with him.  He picked up his pace from an ambling walk to a quicker lope.  The scent was growing stronger, again the three quarter Gray Wolf and one quarter German Shepherd picked up his pace.  Nearly at a full bore run, the wolfdog easily covered the distance between him and the query he was stalking.  It wasn't long before the old scents of rails and old train cars.  Raz bared his fangs in a silent snarl and skidded to a halt.  Switching his head from left to right, his pale golden amber eyes searching for signs of anything and making sure no two leggers were about.  

In the distance, a dark shape moved and Raziel focused on it.  It appeared to be another canine, a big, wrinkled, beast.  Tilting his head a little, Raziel lifted his muzzle into the air and sniffed.  The coppery scent of blood was there, but faint.  With a grunt, Raziel scanned one more time about himself and then sauntered down the hill toward the big ugly mass of dog.  A short distance away from the other he parted his jaws and spoke, "You know, you really should have covered up your trail a little bit better dog."  Raz said as he stopped and stood before the massive dog,his pale golden amber eyes taking in every wrinkled inch of the she-dog.  His ears stayed tipped her way though, waiting.  




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[rook]

She was leaving when the smell hit her, a wolf, but it was not the one that injured her. The mastiff sighed and waited, if he had the courage, he would face her directly and not be a little fox and sneak up on her. She searched for him in a way that was almost lazy, turning her head this way and that at a slow rate. She found him atop the hill, barely visible in the fading light. Whether he had been watching for awhile or had just spotted her, they both stood still for a moment and then he moved, running down to her. Joy. Maybe this one has some balls.

To have yet another wolf barge in on her search was not something she expected, hell it wasn’t even ideal but she took it in stride when the wolf came barreling towards her, stopping just short. Copper eyes flickered with curiosity as she stared at the wolf; he seemed even more agitated than the one before him. Her floppy ears pushed forward, waiting for the wildling to speak. For a long moment they both stood in silence, neither willing to break the quiet, but finally, he deferred to her and spoke. He didn’t seem like a particularly bright wolf, pointing out the obvious.

“Why would I do that?” She wondered. “That would ruin the fun.” While it certainly wasn’t her intention to lure the beasts from the forest, it certainly didn’t bother her any when it did. Another fight wasn’t going to hurt her much, not much more than she already was. Besides, this wolf had a fire in his eye, a heat in his words, he wanted to fight, unlike the other one she had stumbled across. She took a step forward, distributing her weight evenly in preparation. If he wanted a fight, that was his go ahead to get on with it, she wasn’t one to go to her opponent, they would come to her, but just as before, she left her body slightly angled so that her wounded shoulder was visible and a logical target. It wasn’t the perfect place, but it was the easiest way to injure her and slow her down. What animal wouldn’t take that?



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[Zantalia]

Raziel stood and faced down the big wrinkled mass of she-dog, neither of them wanted to speak first.  But, with the boredom and the fading of the adrenaline rush had made him speak first.  Then his ears flicked forward as the wrinkled mass spoke in response, Why would I do that?  That would ruin the fun.  Raziel laughed then and then he watched her step forward...was she...Raz's head shot up and then he narrowed his pale golden amber gaze momentarily, then he watched her turn and he saw the wound on her shoulder, the blood had been recent, and now that he was closer...the wound looked almost like...a wolf bite.  He smirked and then took a breath as he looked at the female.  The scent was still there and Raz smiled.  She was inviting his brand of punishment.  

Raz watched her again and then advanced forward, he drew up alongside the wrinkled mass of female and moved his muzzle close to the wound, parting his jaws Raz went to taste the blood, but as he put his muzzle close and breathed in the adrenaline started to rise up again and he circled the female.  Then he locked gazes with the female and stopped before her, eyeing the wound again.  That would be the easiest spot to strike, she even went so far as to offer up that shoulder to him.  That'd be far too easy...far too anticlimactic for the sadomasochistic wolfdog.  He gazed at the female only a few seconds longer and then lunged for the female's other shoulder, and her flank, he either wanted her to bite him or run from him, the former seemed more likely, judging by the female's size.  Then he stopped a moment and half glared at her.  What was gonna come from his faint?  




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[rook]

Anyone that knew Rook knew she was a rather lazy fighter, it was rare that she ever rushed to attack someone. The mastiff was not the type to scramble and panic, why should she when she weighed more than most dogs? Beaten as a child, she knew what pain felt like, her rough up bringing was what led her to this type of life, and if one looked closely they would find the scars to prove it. In this dim light, however, her scars were cloaked in shadow, only a few visible in the moonlight. The wolf had no way of knowing that she didn’t care for a few more scars and a bit more of a beating. If it got her what she wanted, it was worth it.

Rook had steadily gazed at the wolf, he was a mere two inches taller than her and by the size she estimated she was a good 30 pounds heavier. He had agility on his side, but she had raw power. He seemed to have the same arrogant wildlife attitude that the other had and she had proven her point easily then, with a loving bite to the shoulder for each of them. She would make this wolf see reason, she was sure of it. When the wolf moved her eyes came back to focus and zeroed in on him, what was he doing? She patiently and with a strange sense of relaxation, watched him move abreast her, nose close to her wound. He was an odd character, but as his mouth parted the instincts within her began to push forward telling her to move. She ignored them, this was not the time to act cowardly, as much as she dreaded having that shoulder torn into again, she wanted him to grab hold of her in that area.

Before his tongue could touch the wound, something happened, perhaps it was his wild instincts and he moved off, circling her now. Her brow furrowed in confusion, but she merely kept him in her peripheral vision as he circled behind her and then came around her other side, where her good shoulder was. Surprisingly, he came to face her again and she raised a brow, keeping to herself about his odd nature. It wasn’t as if he were paying attention, he was staring hard at her wound as if working out the puzzle of where to strike and how. When his eyes returned to hers, she returned the gaze with a challenging stare. As if on cue, he lunged forward, his eyes on her other side, Rook tensed in response but she didn’t move, she merely partially emptied her lungs and prepared for the impact. Unfortunately, he stopped short, as if rethinking his charge against her. She let out a huff of amusement. “Where’d your balls go, boy?” Her tone was colored with laughter as she stepped toward him, her pace leisurely, despite the adrenaline that was now coursing through her body.

Her shoulder stung at the movement but otherwise it barely bled. She stopped when they were nose to nose, her eyes still challenging. “Find me when you grow a pair, boy.” With that, she stepped to the side, so her wounded shoulder was within his path and then continued walking. Would he take that bait? She wasn’t one for speaking or insulting but calling an adult a child was pride wounding enough for her.




--I am SO sorry this is so long, I didn't mean for it to be and I totally don't want this thread to end xD--

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