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Post by Alarice on Jul 16, 2014 2:53:41 GMT
Becca
White paws clicked on the stairs, carefully avoiding the rotten wood. They groaned under her weight, which was sad, she only weight like 130 pounds. Bi colored orbs looked sick, her banner dragging the ground as she reached solid ground. It had only been a day since the cop had zapped her, and she was pissed. Epic had tried to hunt him down and kill him, but he was always inside the station or with other people. Sighing, she grumbled and watched as a human stumbled out of the nearest room, smelling of liquor and smoke. Curling her nose in disgust, she snorted and walked around her.
Finding a vacant room that the maid left open to clean later, she walked inside. Jumping onto the bed, she circled a few times before laying down comfortably. Oh it was nice being a stray, no collar, no leashes, no rules.
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Post by Becca on Jul 22, 2014 2:52:36 GMT
After disposing of the two-way radio, the female had stayed somewhere in the forefront of his thoughts, on the periphery if not in the focus. He wanted to know if she had taken advantage of the chance he had given her, if she had gotten away from the police officer or had been subdued and put down like the filthy stray she was. When Khan Noonien Singh wanted to know something, he came to know it, learning through exploration, experimentation, inquisition, or force. (Force was his favorite, as it was typically the fastest way of getting information.) The giant planned to prowl the streets of Westover until he learned of the husky's fate, either by finding her or her corpse. He decided not to go back to the facility that night; he was allowed to remain out for more than twenty four hours, though he usually preferred to leave every morning and come back every evening. He had combed the park after the sun set and the humans had cleared out, finding no trace of her other than the bloodstained concrete from their fight. Cleaning his wound, he had spent the night there under the bench.
He woke up just as the sun was beginning to rise and began searching again. His first destination was a place his handler had shown him during training: The Black Cat. It was a sort of boarding kennel for humans that had been abandoned long before his birth. Though it was decaying and thus extremely unsafe, it was a popular place for strays and ferals to nest. Vagrant humans could be found there as well, though Khan had been instructed not to touch them unless attacked first. Getting all one hundred fifty pounds of himself through the hole in the fencing was difficult, but he eventually managed it. The main door was open, so he chose to go through it. The dirt and debris that had collected in the lobby and entrance was freshly disturbed, and the area stank of dog, though he was unsure if it was his target. The Lux put his nose to the ground and began following the trail of a female, which seemed to be the freshest set of tracks.
Following her up the stairs was a bit of trick, but he managed to get up them without one breaking beneath him. He reached the second floor, where the trail went away from the steps and down the hall. Khan followed it, stepping over a collapsed vagrant without breaking his stride. His pawsteps were muffled by the thick carpet, hopefully giving him the edge over the waiting canine. There was a door open at the end of the hallway, apparently the only one. He paused behind it and waited for a minute to see if the female would come out. He heard the creak of springs as something settled down on the bed inside. Deciding that this meant she would not be coming out, Khan cautiously moved around the door. He stood just outside the threshold, partially concealed by the shadows in the hall. He saw a white dog curled up on the bed, though, without her facing him, he was unable to tell if it was the one he had been looking for.
"Wake."
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Post by Alarice on Jul 22, 2014 3:27:06 GMT
Epic twitched her audits at the familiar voice. Smirking, she stood and jumped down, facing him dead on.
Well, well, well. If it isn't you again. Fancy seeing you here, eh?
Smiling, she walked forward, in the way she walked it was clear it wasn't Skie this time. This was of yet, Skie would show soon, it was a guarantee. Epic smiled gently and approached him even closer, her dual colored eyes catching his as she spoke yet again.
Did you follow me? Couldn't get enough could you, brute? Tis okay, most cant.
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Post by Becca on Jul 26, 2014 5:22:39 GMT
The word seemed to do its job. Her pointy little ears twitched at the sound of it. Moments later the other canine was on her paws, jumping from the bed to the floor. With her facing him, it was clear that this was his target. She displayed the same Spitz features, as well as mismatched eyes and bloodied fur on one side of her neck. Khan observed that she seemed to be moving about rather well for a dog that had only yesterday been tasered for several seconds and uncomfortably close to bleeding out. Perhaps, he speculated, she had a Lux somewhere in her family tree. His kind were the only canines, dog or otherwise, he knew of that could endure such physical abuse and be able to go on their merry way without it hampering them physically or mentally.
Well, well, well. If it isn't you again. Fancy seeing you here, eh?
Same face, different tone of voice. One of the other personalities must be in control this time. Lovely. He wondered if this one would make the mistake of fighting him as the other one had. It would certainly make his job easier. A smile curled the other dog's lips and she began sashaying forward. Her eyes met his. He stared back, the lids of his eyes coming ever so slightly closer together in a glare. Though the distance between them was ever decreasing, Khan maintained his position in the hall. Backing away would have been a sign of weakness, likely prompting mocking on her part. Stepping forward would have encouraged engagement, possibly being perceived as a move to attack.
Did you follow me? Couldn't get enough could you, brute? Tis okay, most cant.
The corners of his mouth pulled down a little, unamused with the jape. "I do not desire genetically inferior beings." Though the wording might sound odd, the intent to both correct and insult her was clear.
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Post by Alarice on Jul 27, 2014 2:50:08 GMT
Frowning, she shrugged, not taking it to heart. He obviously thought she would fight him. Looking at him with bi colored orbs, she spoke in her velvet voice, it echoed in the small room.
I didn't mean it like that, but obviously that is on your mind. Anyway, don't be so tense, this side of me don't bite. What really brought you here?
Sitting, she curled her ivory banner around her hindquarters, not wanting to provoke him to attack her at all. She was still in pain from Skie's little adventure in the park with this stupid male. Skie was listening, but was not appearing before her. She knew that this male meant business, and it kept Skie at bay, for now.
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