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Post by Alarice on Jul 13, 2014 15:02:09 GMT
White paws danced across the grasses as she walked through the park. Humans ran around, their pups screaming at the top of their lungs. Flinching. Epic walked past a family with three pups, and they all ran toward her. A snarl covered her maw as she snapped them away. Tears fell down their pale cheeks and she frowned a little. She knew if they touched her, Skie would come out to play and everyone here would be in danger. As if on cue, a headache overtook her skull and she flinched away. Turning, she ran past other groups of people and found a empty bench to hide under.
Shaking, she curled into a ball, hoping to be left alone, so Skie would leave. Skie was a pain in her ass, and she really didn't like her at all. Licking her maw, she closed her bi colored eyes and tried to sleep it off.
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Post by Becca on Jul 14, 2014 16:02:44 GMT
On all fours the dog was as tall as a small child. His build was more the result of design than simple random breeding, his function clear in every inch. A sighthound, with the muscle and heaviness of bone associated with a much larger, more powerful breed. This was a dog that could chase and take down another animal with minimal effort on his part. His coat was black, gleaming with health, showing not a single scar or speck of white. His eyes were blue-green, genetically making no sense with his coloring. Perhaps they served to make him appear more intimidating, the single concession to aesthetics his creators made in his design. He moved down the sidewalk slowly and smoothly, an almost feline grace evident in every pawstep. The cheerful screeching of children at play did not seem to alarm him, nor did the occasional attempt to pet him. He ignored the proffered affections and simply kept moving, scanning the area. That the humans showed little fear of him should have alerted any nearby strays to clear the area, that the giant strolling through Banner Park was a Lux on patrol.
When the pathway split he followed the offshoot, knowing that fewer humans in this direction increased the chances of their being ferals in this part of the park. The crowds of humans around him thinned until the appearance of the two-legged creatures occurred only once every dozen minutes or so. The sound of growling and swearing, followed by the thud of something hitting the ground, caught his attention. He lifted his head, narrowing his sea-green eyes, before assuming a crouch and slinking toward the source. He was careful to remain in the shadows or in the underbrush whenever possible, using his dark colored coat as camouflage. It only took him a little over a minute to find the perpetrator. His lip curled in distaste at the sight of it: a feral, emaciated, its tan coat patchy with mange. It had managed to tip over one of the trashcans stationed along the sidewalk and was currently rummaging through its contents.
"Cease," he ordered, his voice calm. The other canine looked up, a piece of banana peel laying over its snout. He watched its eyes grow wide, let it turn and begin to run. Going after them right away only meant that he was back on patrol again that much sooner, and it was not everyday that he got that chance to assist the humans in population control. A second later and he was off, sprinting after the dog like a cheetah after a gazelle. The distance between them quickly closed. Khan pounced, biting down on the smaller animal's neck, rolling with it until they came to a stop. He released it and backed off, a few dabs of dark blood on his lips and chin. It lay on the ground in front of him, shuddering. Part of him was tempted to let the other animal suffer, but he decided to be merciful. He took the dog's head in his mouth and crushed it. Dropping the remains, he spat out the bits of bone that remained in his mouth.
The sound of soft breathing reached his ears, automatically focusing on it. He spotted another dog under the bench to his right, just a foot or so away from him. The dog appeared to be a Siberian Husky, judging by its facial features. It did not wear a collar from what he could see of its neck. Another stray. That she had not awoken Licking his lips clean, he lowered his head so that he was more less eye level with her. "Wake." It was a command that he expected to be followed, though he was not opposed to dragging her out by her pretty little nose.
(ooc: this post got out of hand.)
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Post by Alarice on Jul 14, 2014 17:45:05 GMT
Epic opened her bi colored eyes as a voice reached her audits. Sighing, she crawled out from under the bench, looking over the brute before her.
Can I help you? Or are you just here to irritate and interrupt my nap?
Eyeing him, she felt Skie pushing at her skull, wanting a piece of him for waking her up. Bi colored eyes looked over the brute before she dismissed him with a feral smile. She wasn't in the mood for these pissy ass males around here. Her vocals were cold and unemotional. She didn't want to even talk to him. A child was wandering toward them, and she snarled, making it run the other way, tears running down her face. A feral smile danced on her maw as she looked at the male
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Post by Becca on Jul 14, 2014 20:08:20 GMT
"Your response was neither required nor was it appreciated." Khan's voice was calm, the expression on his chiseled features almost bored. Early on, when he was still just a kid fresh from the facility, such a weak attempt at provocation might actually have worked. He would have snapped and attacked her, crushing her like a twig. After hearing such backtalk day in and day out for two years now, practically the same words every time, it hardly bothered him. He watched her back out and moved backward to make room for her, carefully stepping over the dead dog. Perhaps the motion would draw her attention to the carcass, show her what he was capable of and what he was willing to do if she did not behave civilly. He saw her mismatched eyes roaming over his figure and returned the favor. The Lux supposed that she was pretty in a Spitz-y, almost wolfish sort of way, the kind of female preferred by many males around Westover. He saw her neck, bare as the day she was born, with not even an indention where a collar might have been once. 'Lovely.' Two in one day was fine with him, though there was something about putting his teeth to a female that seemed somewhat... distasteful.
He heard the footsteps of a human and turned to look at it, cropped ears pricked. A girl child, perhaps five years or so of age. A concerned frown appeared on his face. Though his opinion of his masters was ever sinking, it did not mean that he could ignore his conditioning. He was trained to recognize when human pups were in danger and to assist them whenever possible, no matter the cost to himself. Where were her parents? He assumed a friendlier posture and made to move toward her, but the sound of a snarl froze him in his tracks. The vocalization evidently terrified the girl, as she began to cry and ran away. A curious prickling sensation trickled down his spine and from there spread all over his body, raising a crest of fur along his back. He looked at the female out of the corner of his eye. The toothy smile that curled her lips made the sensation worse, as if his skin were burning. Just as with the other dog, he gave no warning. He simply turned and lunged, attempting to either pin her to the bench or shove her onto her back or side.
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Post by Alarice on Jul 14, 2014 20:43:14 GMT
Epic was thrown onto her backside, the male towering over her. Snarling, she winced at the headache coming on. Skie pushed forward, assuming control.
Wanna play? let's play bitch
Her tone was nasty, cruel, and definitely not Epic's. It was clear someone else was home, and she was mean. Growling, she tried to grab onto his foreleg with her canines. Canines shone as she lunged for his leg with all her strength
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Post by Becca on Jul 14, 2014 21:58:08 GMT
The rush threw her onto her back, and Khan wasted no time in assuming position over her. She growled, trying to keep up a brave face, but he knew that she was scared. Who wouldn't be? She was on her back, one of the most vulnerable positions possible for a canine, face to face with a dog twice her size and likely over twice her weight. There were so many ways to kill her in this position: smothering by covering her mouth and nose, choking by holding her throat tightly in his mouth, tearing her throat open, crushing her muzzle, crushing her head. It depended only on how fast he wanted it to happen. The thought of killing her in some gruesome fashion did not bring him pleasure. It was the thought that there would be one less stray, one less threat to humanity roaming the streets, that excited him. All of these thoughts swirled through his head in just a few seconds, taking much less time to circulate through his brain than it would a normal canine.
He saw her wince, several seconds after her back hit the pavement. The delay meant that it couldn't be from the collision, not unless her nerve system was damaged. There was something else going on inside of her. His body tensed, readying himself to respond to any violence she might attempt.
Wanna play? let's play bitch
The same basic voice, but a touch nastier, a little meaner in tone. The same dog, then, but not the same personality. Her head turned and attempted to latch onto his left front leg. Khan allowed it; he would rather let her cause a minor injury to his leg than move the leg and leave her an opening to get up. In turn he attempted to close his jaws around her neck or the side of her face.
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Post by Alarice on Jul 14, 2014 22:22:15 GMT
Skie grinned as her canines sank into his flesh. They connected with blood and meat, and she moaned at the taste of blood. She was a sick creature, craving blood all the time. Her ecstasy ended when canines sank into the side of her neck. Yelping in pain, she whipped around, his canines sinking deeper. She couldn't get them off, so she used her paws to scratch at his soft underbelly, hoping he would let go. He already had her pinned, and now he was tearing at her neck.
GET OFF OF ME YOU BRUTE
the snarl that followed was almost demonic
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Post by Becca on Jul 14, 2014 23:33:42 GMT
Her bite went down through the protective layers of fur and skin down to the meat. It hurt but Khan gave no cry of pain, no whimper or wince. Conditioning had removed any visible responses to pain. He could feel it just as everyone else did but he could not show it. Showing that what someone did caused you discomfort was weakness. The enemy would attack at the first sign of weakness, would crush the weak and the inferior like insects between their powerful jaws. The larger male just narrowed his eyes and bit down harder. He had expected her fur to be a little thicker, provide a bit more resistance than it did, but his teeth sank through it, down to her thin skin. A little more pressure and they punctured. Blood began trickling into his mouth, the iron mingling with the taste of the dirt in her fur. Her cry of pain was the perfect counterpart to her earlier moan, all her pleasure turned to agony. There was a little thrill at the sound of it, his pupils dilating. He chose not to question why he seemed to like this female being in pain; that was something he would rather contemplate at leisure.
He felt her claws scraping at the tender flesh of his underside, resisting the urge to growl. He dropped his front so that they were chest to chest, lifting his rump into the air. The change in angle made it so that the claws scraped along moreso than dug in on each pass. Still painful, but less so than before. She screeched at him to get off, resorting to name calling in a sad attempt to either anger him or hurt his feelings. His muzzle wrinkled in a snarl and he bit down harder, sending his teeth deeper into her neck.
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Post by Alarice on Jul 14, 2014 23:46:09 GMT
Skie growled as he pinned her further by laying his chest against hers. Now her claws barely scraped him and she hated it. She was defenseless like this, and she didn't know whether to give in or live with her ego. Bi colored eyes filled with pain as he bit deeper into her flesh, staining her white neck red as the crimson life liquid dripped. Struggling, she couldn't get free, so the smart, wanting to live, side of her gave in.
Her white banner tucked against her belly, her struggles ceasing. Pushing her skull up, she gave her throat to him in a surrendering notion. She whimpered as his canines ripped her skin a little. He was hurting her so bad.
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Post by Becca on Jul 15, 2014 1:13:54 GMT
She struggled, but her efforts to escape his grasp seemed to grow weaker and weaker the longer he held her down. The blood began to flow a little quicker, wetting the fur of his muzzle and staining the snowy fur of her neck. If he didn't let go soon, kept biting down harder, then the possibility of her bleeding out grew ever more likely. Some small part of his conscience hoped that she would submit soon so that he did not have to kill her. Khan had no qualms about injuring either sex. He could kill a male without a second thought. Females were a different story. There was something about the fairer sex that made him feel oddly guilty after extinguishing the light in their eyes. Right on cue he felt the silky soft brush of her tail against his stomach as it went to press itself against hers. She released his leg and tilted her head up, revealing the soft flesh of her throat. He released her neck almost immediately, panting.
"Do you yield?" he said quietly, keeping his eyes focused on her face.
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Post by Alarice on Jul 15, 2014 1:25:56 GMT
Skie nodded as he asked if she was done. Staying in the submissive stance, she didn't dare move. Skie could hear Epic telling her she was dumb, but she ignored it. Wriggling beneath him, she kept her throat exposed, she didn't know what would make this male tick and rip her throat out.
Sorry... I was testing you...obviously you are one of the human's protectors...yes?
Skie smiled weakly as she spoke, trying to cool the tension that was thick between them. Looking around, there were humans staring at them, some taking pictures. Resisting the urge to snarl, she noticed a tall, male human walking within a couple feet. He pointed his clicky thing, and a bright flash erupted, blinding her momentarily. An automatic snarl escaped as she whipped her head away from that direction. He had caused her automatic snarl, which would come as a threat to the male above her.
The human backed up, staring at his device. Skie looked back at him, wondering why he had done that. Looking back at the male human, she bared her canines as he aimed the machine again.
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Post by Becca on Jul 15, 2014 2:49:25 GMT
He felt her moving around and lifted his lips, flashing his blood-specked teeth. The message was hopefully clear enough that Khan would not be forced to spell it out. While his patience where his comrades were concerned was plentiful, he had very little for those who could not claim to be a Lux. Not for a moment did his attention waver from her face, eyes staring almost unblinkingly. The stare was more for intimidation at this point than anything else. He wasn't worried about her making a move to get away. If she somehow managed to get out from under one hundred fifty pounds of dog, she deserved to be let go, he thought.
Sorry... I was testing you...obviously you are one of the human's protectors...yes?
The words were followed by a watered down smile. He could see that she was trying to have small talk with him, diffuse the tense atmosphere. He let out a small sigh through his nose. "A Lux." Khan was unsure of just how much the feral population in Westover knew of the Luxes, who they were or what they did. She seemed to have guessed at the least the basics of his job, and he was fairly sure that he was developing a rather nasty reputation for his gruesome 'population control' methods. He noticed that her attention seemed to have shifted to something behind them.
A bright light flashed, temporarily illuminating everything in front of him and causing him to throw a long, distorted shadow. Camera. Cameras meant humans. While almost all of Westover probably knew about their canine guardians, he imagined that not all of them were pleased with the Luxes' presence. He couldn't fathom why they would want to take pictures of a dog that he had killed and a dog that he was about to kill, but he was fairly sure that any documentation of such activities could not bode well for him, even with his being collarless. In the blink of an eye he was back on all fours, turned to face the small group. A low growl rumbled deep in his throat, lips curling up into a snarl. The fur along his spine stood straight up. Drawing in a deep breath, he began barking as loudly and angrily as possible, his larger size giving him greater volume and deeper pitch than the average dog. He began inching forward, hopefully fooling them into believing that he was about to lunge.
(ooc: going to leave the humans' reaction up to you.)
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Post by Alarice on Jul 15, 2014 3:00:49 GMT
Skie was thrown off guard as he jumped off her and growled at the humans. It was dead silent, besides his barking, and she slowly rolled to her feet. Looking down, she noticed the dead mutt behind him and smirked. Ah, so he did kill, that's nice to know. A child screamed, finally, the only reaction so far. The man with the camera froze and started mumbling 'nice doggies' and Skie had to join in. Standing next to him, she snarled, she wouldn't actually hurt them.
Audits flickered as a noise was heard behind them, turning, she saw a police officer with his Taser pointed at them. Snarling, she knew she had to get it out of his hands, even if the male attacked her again. It was a threat, and she zeroed in on it. Snarling, she ran forward, leaping and hitting the officer square in the chest. Her weight threw him off balance, and he collapsed onto the ground. She snarled, but it was cut short as he stuck the taser to her side. Yelping, she fell onto her side, convulsing. The officer got his walky talky, radioing in about a feral and rabid husky. Skie was weak, couldn't move as her vision swam.
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Post by Becca on Jul 15, 2014 3:49:02 GMT
He felt her presence beside him, heard her little feminine growls. Not intimidating in themselves, he thought, but the sight of two dogs in aggressive postures should give the two-leggeds reason enough to get going. Apparently it wasn't. The only reaction they got was a scream from a child, who clung as tight as a tick to the leg of the nearest adult. Why weren't they running? Had they been struck dumb? His long, tapered ears pricked at the sound of shoes on the sidewalk behind them. The pair turned almost simultaneously to face the source. Khan grew stiff, eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of the human. A man, wearing a uniform similar to his overseers. For the first time in his adult life his mind went blank, unable to decide whether he should go against conditioning and attack, flee, or go to the man's side. It felt like a century before the Husky moved, though it was only a few seconds in reality. She lunged, bowling the man over. Khan clenched his teeth. "Idiot!" he hissed under his breath. He picked up a faint hum of electricity before seeing the taser make contact with her side. The buzzing intensified as she fell over, convulsing as the shocks traveled through her nervous system. The policeman remained on the ground, taking a device he recognized as a two-way radio. He began chattering into it, something about a rabid feral. Khan sprang into action, a plan forming in his head as he moved. He would not stay and defend the female, nor would he attack the humans; it went against his training and his own personal principles. He would, however, try to buy her some time. Just as the man was saying 'husky,' Khan paused just long enough to tear the thing from his hand. Keeping it firmly clenched between his jaws, he sprinted off into the woods and toward one of the park's exits.
(ooc: is very bleh. i'm tired x.x)
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Post by Alarice on Jul 15, 2014 3:53:25 GMT
Skie watched the blur of motion, and smiled gently. The police officer ran after him, forgetting her completely. Running the other way, she escaped with only a piercing mark on her neck, and a few singed hairs. She would see him again soon.
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