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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 Allie with the lovely Lady V, short posts pretty please.

[Allie ♥]

Blood had never been a particularly interesting subject for Violent. In fact, she was usually quite indifferent on the matter despite her name. When the metallic smell had hit her nosrils, however, her predatory instincts hit her with full force, driving her legs to follow the trail of red footprints. Her stomach had been empty for at least two days and the last time she had eaten it had been nothing but the bones of a fallen deer that had already been mostly eaten. Her walk was fast, her pace set with urgency while she tracked the creature.

Eventually her feet lead her to a train left on the tracks, it's box cars' doors left open. Anything could try to get in there, but only one with the intelligence. to think of it Whatever she was tracking was neither a deer nor a rabbit. Perhaps it was a fox or even an injured bat or bird. Anything with a strong feeling to find someplace safe to heal. or the smarts to hide. She never considered the possibility of her tracking another canine, but then again blood was blood with no distinguishing features. When the creature came into her eyesight, Violent was more than disappointed. She never considered herself to be a cannibal and, while a dog wasn't exactly the same as another wolf, it was another canine none the less. She was a heavy creature with thick bones, wrinkles draped across her orange face in an intricate pattern. "You're bleeding," she spoke, her eyes shining with disappointment in her birth. Perhaps the same way her mother had looked at her; she'd never know.

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Turning, she found a white shape approaching. Rook stopped and waited, allowing the other to come to her instead of meeting half way. The thing walked in a predatory way, a way that she had recognized from the last fight she had been in. A wolf. The mastiff smirked briefly in the shadows, it seemed there were more wolves than dogs in town. It was odd to see so many on the outskirts of town, was game that scarce? This wolf seemed to be hunting and her prowl led her right to Rook. A flicker of disappointment in the she-wolfs eyes, was she expecting someone smaller? Probably.

When the wolf spoke, Rook stared at her. Really? “Yeah, I noticed.” Her tone was blunt and more than a bit sarcastic. “Can’t imagine how it happened.” The mastiff was bold, she made that clear who else would talk to a wolf in such a way? Someone with either a death wish or someone confident in their abilities in defeating one. Based on her last fight, she was confident in her abilities. This one was only a few inches taller and far lighter. Rook was a powerhouse of large bone and solid muscle. “You look like you’ve seen better days.” She noted the hungry look on the others face, perhaps this one she didn’t have to fight perhaps they could get a meal and talk.

[Allie ♥]

The solid bitch turned, looking over Violent for no more than a second before speaking, "Yeah, I noticed. Can't imagine how that happened." Clearly she didn't think much of the wolf and she held a confident tension in her shoulders. She wouldn't let herself relax for but a moment: clearly she had a reason for being that way. Violent smirked softly, "I may not look like much, dog, but I can assure you it's not smart to mess with me. I've been through more crap in my short lifetime than you've seen in yours." Violent allowed her eyes to wander: finding their way to the box cars that sat on the tracks. The tracks were rusted due to lack of car, the box cars beaten but sturdy. Almost like the female that stood before her very eyes.

She turned her gaze back to the dog, listening to her words as she spoke, "You look like you've seen better days." Violent chuckled briefly. "Better days", what a lie. There had been no good in her life and she hadn't decided to find any for herself. Maybe it was time to do so now, though. "That would depend on how you define 'better'." She licked her lips, a new hunger pain twisting inside her stomach. She was hungry, she admitted, so she wouldn't be above asking for help. But did the canine she intended to ask have to be a simple dog? Dogs and wolves were worlds apart. "My name's Violent."

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Rook snorted at the words, wolves, they had such a righteous attitude. The Dogue de Bordeux refrained from telling the bitch that she had already beaten one wolf and she wasn’t worried about fighting another. Instead she smirked and remained silent. There was no point in boasting, if she wanted a fight then she would have one in due time, no bragging necessary. Although, fighting in a energy depleted state would be extremely unwise and wolves were supposed to be wise….well most of the time. There was always an exception, right?

When she spoke again, Rook smirked. “I guess better would be not starving. That’s always a good start to better.” Although it varied by ones view, not starving was never a bad place to start. The copper monster of a dog was not hungry, unlike the wolf, she knew how to get food. Unfortunately, the thought of food caused drool to begin to form in thick strands on her jowls. Of course, Rook barely realized it was happening, it was too common for her to take notice. The girl introduced herself as Violent. Rook’s brow rose in amusement. Violent? Really? “Rook.” Yawning lightly, she eyed the girl once more, sighing she shook her head, the drool swinging on her jowls a she did. “How bout we find something to eat, hmm?” It was not like Rook to be nice, but a good gesture often went far with dogs, perhaps it would work with a wolf?




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[Allie ♥]

"I guess better would be not starving. That’s always a good start to better." the female spoke, causing Violent to smile. So she had some sort of sense of humor, even if it wasn't the easiest to get in touch with. Sarcasm usually led to some sort of sense of humor, right? Violent shook herself quietly, licking her lips anxiously. Her stomach was pushing her to move, to hunt and devour, but her limbs were weak from the same hunger. It must have been a painful way leave this world through starvation. Having the drive to move, to hunt, but physically being unable to. The type of mental damage that may cause to someone who lived through it, Violent wasn't sure she wished to know.

"Then I suppose I have had better days." she spoke, dropping the subject with a nod of her head. She raised her eyes momentarily to the sky above: grey and overcast with a slight smell of rain on the wind. Despite the smell of the rain, however, it seemed to be a day or two off, so Violent let the idea roll from her shoulders and slip her mind just like that, "Rook." She spoke with drool falling from her lips to the earth. It was nasty how some dogs just had so much saliva in their mouth it had to come out: even while their mouths were closed. Vi hid the funny look she was sure she wore as Rook spoke again, "How bout we find something to eat, hmm?"

"Great," she thought, "A dog knows how to hunt better than me." Violent looked Rook in the eye, a soft smile warming her expression. "I will never understand why humans bred dogs to look so disgusting, but for once I am grateful." she spoke, raising her head slightly. It wasn't tall enough to appear dominant but instead slightly submissive to the female. She still wanted something in return, though. "I'll tell you what, if you teach me a few tips and tricks about hunting, I will owe you something. Once I'm healthier, of course. I will offer my life-long loyalty for a life-long skill. Do we have a deal, Rook?"

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It wasn’t easy for one to hide their disgust with some of her…less than appealing features, such as the drool. The disturbed look was something she got often, for one reason or another. It was something she had learned to ignore; nothing wrong with being ugly it kept the assholes away. Only a dog that truly cared for her would pursue her, no one else would put up with the drool and wrinkles and smashed in face. The female replied, grudgingly admitting she had certainly had better days. Rook nodded her face wrinkling with amusement.

Violent licked her lips in hunger and the mastiff doubted she would pass up the offer of a meal. When she spoke, Rook grinned, lips drawing upward but even so her lips barely became visible under the heavy upper lips. Her face contorted into a rather interesting array of wrinkles. “Humans have their own form of amusement I suppose.” With that, the wolf raised her head, something Rook to interest in. Violent remained submissive, this had the mastiff pushing her ears forward and her head rising ever so slightly. While Rook wanted to be a leader, she did not make a habit of throwing her weight around by acting dominant all the time. If I’m going to have a pack with wolves, better get used to it. She mused. Listening as Violent offered her own proposal. A trade.

“Careful what you ask for, Violent.” She said, her tone only mildly teasing before she turned and with a flick of her thick tail, gestured for her new comrade to join her. It was spring; there were deer with fawns in the woods, something she knew how to take down. “I can send the game your way, but with my shoulder running is a bit difficult, think you can take down a fawn?” She asked, glancing over to the white wolf. If she couldn’t, well, Rook could give it her best shot, but she was large and slow, the setback to being a powerhouse.




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