Bite Me [Rook]

[Vixen]

Tail was wagging as he found his paws taking him on an adventure that he could have cared less about. The annoyance was ringing in his ears as he walked, the danger on his features was something that could not be denied. There was madness in the dark eyes, a lost hunger as he wandered further and further from his human family. Yes, it was his human family. They called themselves all sorts of names and they assured everyone that he had been rehabilitated. The word meant absolutely nothing to them.

The training he had gone through had only proved his skills to make an illusion happy was pitiless. He was good at playing the monster, the joker, the good dog. The fact of the matter was that the male would have been put down in a needle's embrace had he not learned to be a joker. His tail was flicking from one side to the other, and his mouth was twisted in a show of displeasure. Mouth twisted at the edges and the air rolled out of his lungs. The intensity was shining in his eyes in a way that could not be denied.

Someone was going to pay for the sins of his own capture. Who he could blame for it, it was hard to say. The half-grown yearling was now at his full glory, continuing to fill out by the day. The cringing of the humans he passed was reassuring enough to know that he wanted to rip off some pieces of flesh. The hell that he promised in the action would be endless, and he relished the opportunity. The hunger was endless.

Mouth opened and his growl was sharp on the air with the sound of steps, it caught his attention and threw him sideways in a defensive stance. Was he losing his mind a little bit? That was a fair enough assessment to count on for the torture and ridicule he had been through. His voice was grating on the feelings rolling through his chest, "Oh what a handsome boy you are," His words mocked softly, "I'll ride you like a damn horse and no one will think any less of me for it." Of course not, humans were terrible, they were heartless.

Knowing that was enough to make his head hurt, but his paws massaged the ground as he waited and stared. There was nothing giving about his feelings, and his jaws snapped irritably at the air, jowls bouncing around his face lightly as his head cocked. This was not what he expected in the end.

[rook]

It was not hers….yet… but soon, soon it would be and so she patrolled it in a stalking motion. There was nothing wrong with beginning to mark now, to familiarize the strays with this being a taken land. Anyone that came here was questioned by her or Price, mostly her. The wolf tended to stick to the forest and that suited her just fine, he was nervous here and she did not want that scent floating around- especially from a wolf.

It was during her patrol that she saw the large body of someone. Her stride paused and her head lifted in an alert fashion. She stared for a long minute, nostrils flaring to pick up his scent. There was something familiar about it. The ugly mastiff moved forward quicker than before, approaching the beast confidently. Her approach was not unheard, she could tell by the way he reacted, shying away in a defensive way. The voice is what did it, she recognized it immediately, the words on the other hand took a second to process.

“Well, you are definitely handsome, but I don’t think you could ride me, even if you wanted to. “ She laughed with a grin on wrinkled muzzle. “And I would certainly think less of you for it.” Had he been expecting a human to be coming up? Not a dog. Certainly not her. He was a little more…insane than before, but there was a fondness in her eye as she stared at him, it had been awhile since they had seen each other but he had filled out nicely and he was indeed handsome- though she would not seriously admit it, they were friends and nothing more.

“What happened?” She asked, curious as to what he had been through to make him snap at the air in such an agitated way. Had humans tested on him? Was he nothing more than a sham? Pretending to be a good dog while fighting his impulses- the impulses she helped sharpen and hone. Had she done this to him?

[Vixen]

In a thousand years, he never thought he would hear a familiar voice again. He thought it was all just a fantasy, something to tease his senses and make sure he was punished for his willingness to have faith in someone beside himself. The mere notion was enough to have him twisting his head, the approach of the one female in the world he had given that trust to seemed to appear before his very eyes.

The tosa stiffened, not sure of his welcoming appearance - not sure how he felt about her being the one to come out of what seemed to be thin air. Rook was someone he had counted on, but still he bristled with the familiar discomfort. "What happened?" It was the first thing he could think to say, it was the first thing he could think to repeat. Still, when his face opened up a bit, the longing stabbed in his expression.

Another dog, another dog that Virote had respected for what seemed forever. Since he had come upon the male-shy beastly creature when he had been more than young; he had been stupid, and she had helped him. Out of, what he had always argued, must have been the goodness inside her black heart. It was enough to make him huff lightly. "Humans, the blasted things." He shook his head, eyes narrowed.

"After the pleasant experience of being captured," Irritable voice muttered, the shudder rolled down his spine, a little look of disgust sparkled on his wrinkled features. There was danger proven in the expression, Rook had attempted to help him find a way to stand on his own feet. He had done so. "Then I was... adopted and forced to guard the little ones."

His mouth twisted, and the hoarse chuckle pulled out of his mouth at the thought. "I was tortured, my dear. But then, you always told me there we creatures of great pain and suffering for us dogs."

[rook]

The beast stiffened at the sound of her voice, causing a smirk to form on the French mastiffs wrinkled face. He certainly was jumpy; Rook could only recall their first time meeting that he had been so frightened. Although, regarding him now, she did not thing it was for the same reason. She eyed him passively, they were friends…sort of, he wasn’t going to hurt her, unless he blamed her for something. Still, she could take the younger Tosa, they both knew that, even if he was older and stronger, she had experience on her side. The two had trained together, they knew how each other fought, despite the time apart, one fight and it would be as if they had never parted, she was sure of it.

Virote spoke with a conflicted tone in his voice, he was angry, she could sense it, but there was something longing in his expression and tone. The mastiff listened quietly as he explained in short, choppy sentences what had happened to him. He had been caught, adopted and forced to guard human pups. Her nose wrinkled at the thought, she was not a fan of humans- they had abandoned her, never given the chance to guard their pups. For a moment, she was jealous of her comrade, but she hurriedly pushed those feelings away, she wouldn’t be much of a guard dog if she hadn’t been abandoned.

When he spoke of being tortured, her gaze sharpened, roaming over him fleetingly before her eyes returned to his. Rook did not like the idea of him being tortured, even if by humans under the cloak of being a guard dog for slobbering whelps. When he recalled something she had told him, she snorted and began to laugh. “Of all the things I said, that is what you recall?” She shook her head lightly, amused. At least something stuck. She thought, glancing towards the back of the Junkyard towards the tree line. “Still with the humans?” She asked, her gaze still in the distance, as if she were trying to see something…or someone.

She gave him time to answer, hoping he chose it wisely; she missed him, although she was reluctant to admit it. “I’ve got a little home here…if you’re interested.” She gave him a playful wink and then moved forward, past him and towards the back of the territory, back to where her and the pack would sleep once they were fully formed.

[Vixen]

The look on his face was clear that he was not about to escape the memories so easily. They were haunting for a dog who had grown up fearing humans. The reality was not one so easily escaped, and Virote knew he was better off being honest with his mentor. The sigh rumbled in his chest, one filled with distaste at the notion he would stay with the humans. "No, luckily our move resulted in a lot of open bolt spaces." Even though the dog was quite large, there was something to be said about determination.

"You were smarter than you look, lovely teacher." His words were short in an exhalation of frustration, his head twisting as he peered at the female. Something was on her mind, something was sticking with her. The urge to chew through the outer layers rose up again, but he hesitated on the matter. Time did a lot of things to the both of them, and his shoulders slumped lightly. He was no longer a pup, it was a wonder if his influence on her would still be able to happen. If he would soften her up, in return for her brutal life lessons. The thought cheered him, but he refused to show it.

His head inclined as he elaborated, "Many things you said were true - it proves you weren't just blowing smoke." His bristling look was clearly not something that was open on the matter. "I was fed... terrible things. I was urged to lick up spilled things from the little pups of the human family. Like was some house slave." His laughter was soft, "No, not all of it was painful to deal with when it came to the food - echoes of the garbage you and I used to root up was there in fresher tastes once in a while. Usually I had to steal that, though." And then would come the yelling, then would come the locked away result in a small little room.

Blinking owlishly, he peered at her with keen eyes on the announcement. She had a place. She had established herself; that in itself was a shock, but he offered a husky chuckle on the matter. Far be it for him to deny her if she had something precious to offer, he would not deny it. "I would follow you to the ends of the earth," His dramatic words were artfully said, a tactic he had used on her in the past. But the goofy grin seemed a little more honest on the wrinkled face this time around, and his head cocked. "You finally got over your fear of everyone else, did you?"