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<dragonmissy> Castiel moved around in the sleeping den. He was in a unusal antsy mood and huffed up a bit. His father came back looking like hell. He paced around the area moving from one tunnel to another. THe rats didnt satisfy his ache to take revenge on what hurt his father and he wanted to do something about it. He licked his lips as his head lowered and his shoulders were more pronounced. His tail low but swaying as it flowed nicely. His white paws hitting the ground his eyes thought of rival packs.
<Whitelupine> Rosalin padded through the snow, her witchdoctor like mask fastened in place. She was grumpy, her entire pack had come home torn to shreds and she was not happy about this. The young shepherd sniffed about, following the scent trail of a bunny she’d wounded but had gotten away. //// Gringo lay curled up near his father in the control room, he whined softly as he tried to lick at the wounds from the bastards that had hurt him. Gringo’s blood boiled, his dad had been hurt again, and the cowardly dumbo teen was not feeling so cowardly.
<RottenDogg>SOB was thinking. She'd been better since Faline's...near-drowning, and she soon picked up and followed Castiel, growling softly in her throat. "They--they tore him up. Did you s-s--see? He--" Her tattered ruined ears pinned back against her head and she looked at Castiel with concerned eyes. Then the concern--it was backed by anger, and her hackles rose a bit. <b."They...those bastards."
<Gutter-Mutt>The sleeping giant stirred with a low, pained groan. Ugh. His entire body ached, caked with fresh blood that was current;y being tended to by Gringo? Ah. He'd peek a single eye over before hoisting his old bones to a stand, lips peeled back in annoyance. He was stiff, areas swollen and inflamed. His face burned. He'd knit his brows before sliding off the couch to slowly limp for the control room door, pushing out onto the catwalks to peer down below at the pack. Hn.
<dragonmissy> Castiel would be pacing then his head perked up and saw SOB. He would pause and listen to her. He would grunt. "I did see. THey hurt our father." He growled a bit. He usually would let his more calm mind think before he want to jump at the dogs but his parents seemed to be the soft spot in him. He flipped on Fin when he insulted his mother and he didnt like that his father came back like this either. He would moved towards SOB "what are we going to do about it Humm?" his eyes narrowed a bit dark. His lip twitched a bit
<Whitelupine> Gringo’s large ears stood up as Mavro did, he whined softly and lowered his head respectfully. Slowly the teen would follow him “Need me to get anything dad?” please, lemme do something useful for you daddy, dad, papa,pa, popski.
<RottenDogg>A huff escaped her and she squinted at him. SOB knew--she was sort of on the shit list, or at least thought she was, so she wasn't in the mood to further that shitlistiness. But--"...w...what do you think." A grunt and her lips twitched, drool running out the corner of her mouth. A slurp--embarassing as fuck. "They were pups? On...the moors..."
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro would peer back at Gringo with half-lidded eyes. Hn. "...just follow me." A huff of exhaustion followed as he turned to slink down the scaffolding- pausing when he heard Cas and SOB hush-hushing off in the corner of the sleeping quarters. Hn. He'd turn and slip into the nearest tunnel to lean down and lap up some water from the snow run off; waiting.
<dragonmissy> Castiel would hum his tail swayed and he thought. "we can show them what is what.hmmm?" He spoke low in a gruff tone. He snorted and licked his nose. He was so unpleased but this information. He would stare down the tunnel nose scrutched up a bit and his paws started to walk forward like they had the mind of its own. He walked passed SOB.
<Whitelupine> Gringo stepped out onto the catwalk with Mavro and nodded as he said to follow him. He stepped quietly beside the large dog, making sure he didn’t slip or anything when his large ears picked up the sounds of his siblings chatting away, his tail and head perked up but then he noticed SOB’s whisper and his tail drooped slightly. Yeah things had been a bit patch, but he was getting over it. kind of.
<RottenDogg>SOB paused, breathed---and slurped a breath, before following Castiel. She was trembling, her voice soft as she rasped. "Maybe we should. Maybe we --" She didn't think it was the best idea, but she was going to do it, she was--she was going to tear them apart, rip them to pieces.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro would continue lapping the water, surely dehydrated from that drug. Ugh. Finally, lifting his head, water from pool from his jowls as he watched SOB and Cas move out. "...trail behind them, silently." And he'd hop down to follow at a distance, slowly. Because ow.
<dragonmissy> Castiel would smirk at SOB. They didnt get along usually or well only time they talked it seemed like a problem. THey were though seemed to be fine now. Maybe it was his inner thought that this was the right thing to do. They needed to pay for there travesties and his heart was set on making them pay making them know dont fuck with his family. Thats what his father would do right. Sure. He would tell himself that. Rippem and toss them in a fire. His gate got much more steady "where are the moors". he nudged SOB.
<Whitelupine> Gringo’s ears perked a bit as his siblings made for the exit, then at Mavro’s command he smiled, he got to go outside, on a mission, WITH DAD?! Gringo’s tail wagged and he stalked after the SOB and Cas, mimicking his father’s stalking pose. Like this dad? Like thiiisss??
<RottenDogg>Their last...conversation hadn't gone so well, but then Castiel moved, and SOB felt the excitement in her gut; her throat tensed and she shuddered in excitement, quick to move alongside Castiel. A flick of her tattered tail and she rumbled quietly--"It's--that way--" She huff-growled and began to move quicker, picking up, because the smells --she could smell the blood, the trail Mavro had taken with the others on the way back.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro kept a few paces behind his offspring, eyes narrowed some at the boldness these whelps had. Had they asked his permission to leave the sewers? Had they asked it it was okay to attack another pack, regardless of reason? No, and no. The Fonga alpha's lips would peel over his teeth in a low snarl-- the audacity.
<dragonmissy>Castiel would follow SOB. He honestly forgot to ask he smelled dogs leave all the time he figured it was ok to leave. They would make it outside. His tail went high and his head did too the long tail and face fluff moving in the wind "can you believe them." he huffed moving with SOB. His nose hit the ground to smell as he would move through the snow. His white coat matching the white ground.
<Whitelupine> Gringo stayed slow so his dad didn’t have to walk alone. He sniffed around curiously as he didn’t get to get out of the sewers at all. He stayed silent as he stalked beside his father, watching his siblings get further and further from home. ///// Rosalin continued on her little hunt until something else caught her nose, the scent of sewage, of sewers. Oh no… she wanted to run back for home but wasn’t sure if they could catch her scent. She let out a soft whine but then tried to think of what Berlin might do… Berlin… why aren’t you here right now… she soon saw the strangers and lowered herself down behind a snow bank to watch their progress. Alright Rosalin… don’t panic… don’t run… just… don’t let them get close to the pack.. your wounded family, your friends… the all white pup quivered slight. Mirriii… Ber….Rufio…. Darwiiinn….
<RottenDogg>SOB pressed herself down close to the ground as she caught the scent in the snow. Her tail twitched, and she crept forward, drool running from the ghoulish grimace of her face, her body tensed and trembling--she waited, waited for Cas to make the move, because her fighting style was different, too brutal, too savage--but SOB was sniffling at the air, leading them gradually along, her body tensed and excited, salivating in anticipation.
<Gutter-Mutt> The scent of Sorte was on the breeze; and his own urge to stomp out was strong, but... for now, he'd eye the pups in front of him.. and finally fall back behind a hilly section of rocks and brush. Watching. "...."
<dragonmissy>Castiel would smell sorte. He looked at SOB seeing that she too sensed some one near. His hackles raised as his paws slowed up his tail high and he let out a growl. His Blue eyes looked at the mound and he would stalk around the mound. Licking his nose he would see Rosalin. She smelt like them she must be one of them. "I found you... you were going to jump on us weren't you" he barked out. He would attempt to snap at her face. Lips peeled back. He was so tense. As he loomed over her
<Whitelupine> Gringo saw his siblings pause as they caught the scent of another dog, he sniffed the wind and too caught the chemical scent. He also could still smell the fight scene where the Sorte had attacked his father, a small growl escaped him and he pressed his side against Mavro’s. Unsure of what to do. //// Rosalin had watched them come up behind her and was waiting for them as they neared. Beneath the mesh of her mask her brown eyes peered out at them. She looked up at them and then, as Cas snapped, she was gone, legs kicking up snow as she easily ran over the snow and into the dark off the moor, she began zigzagging her scent every which way, hopping and looping over previous trails, She then crossed their path behind them, looking like a demonic ghost with her white fur and mask as she slipped once more into the dark. She let out a ghostly sounding wail that echoed through the moors, she’d been practicing throwing her voice so it sounded as if it came from all around Cas and Sob. She flashed a crossed their path once more, witch doctor mask gleaming in the little bit of moonlight letting out another wail that was almost hyena like, then she was gone once more into the dark. Finally she came to rest to watch them from a fallen tree, head slow and looking as if part of the log in the dark light.
<RottenDogg>Who the fuck did she think she was fooling? As she took off running, SOB turned her head to Castiel; the wail was basically ignored, and SOB didn't sound impressed. "Wait. Then--" Her voice was soft. Rosalin thought she was being smart, but SOB's mind didn't work like them...and as she heard the wailing, she tilted to pinpoint it. It was being thrown, it was echoing so much...and Rosalin's mistake was that last flash in front of them. Because as she went for that last go at them, that last run, SOB launched herself forward silently, kicking up a storm of snow; her jaws swung wide and the dog who had killed jerked her head towards Rosalin's face--aiming to both stop her with the force of the impact and rip the mask from her head, baring her face to herself and Castiel.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro narrowed his eyes into a squint when Rosalin bolted and started zigzagging about. He'd remained above the three puppies; Gringo pressed against him, but not for long. Swiftly, and silently, the alpha would slink forward and vanish within the shadow-covered brush. The Sorte wasn't aware of his presence, no; so when she bolted by? The old Capo would lunge out and position in front of her, bracing himself for impact. This would hopefully give SOB the edge she needed to grab the white pup. Mavro would just stare, eyes cold as the dead, and drool foaming at the corner of his jowls. Why hello.
<dragonmissy> Castiel would snort not amused by this running gag. He would chase after her but once she got into the dark forest he would pause looking around staying still. He didnt think running int he woods was safe by himself chasing her in her territory or her type of territory. He raised his leg waiting for her and marked a long hot stream of pee. His eyes saw her dart across them as SOB would lunge at her he would chase her and then Bamb she ran into Mavro. Well that was a surprised he didnt expect his father to suddenly show up. He would put a paw on Rosalin's hip and push her to the side to make her lose balance.
<Whitelupine> Gringo blinked, from where he and Mavro stood he could track Rosalin’s movement rather easily, little trickster had a lot to learn though as he knew SOB was on her like stink on a turd. When Mavro moved Gringo plopped into the snow but quickly got up and followed him, watching as the pup ran into him and was quick to show her fangs. Once her mask was off Gringo blinked, she was, kinda cute.. pretty even, she was still enemy though, Gringo stepped forward to stand beside Cas and SOB, fangs bared as well, waiting to see what his siblings and the Sorte pup would do. /// Rosalin saw the woosh of snow fly at her and suddenly a huge mountain of a dog, a demon, a monster! She hit the breaks hard as her mask was grabbed, a loud gasp escaped her and she yanked her head back to free herself of her mask which was coated in the same drugs as her fur was. She turned and faced them all, come on Ros… be like Berlin… be like Berlin… She curled her lips back to show off her pearly white teeth, showing them if they wanted to attack she was going to do some damage in return. She didn’t speak… only stared… Be like Berlin…..make Miri proud… As Cas pushed her she would turn and snap at his paw, her balance faltering slightly as she turned, lips peels back as far as she could get them.
<RottenDogg>SOB saw Mavro, and she saw--yesss. Castiel pushed at Rosalin, and the faltering balance was immediately taken advantage of; the capo slammed herself into Rosalin and moved, her paws scrabbling, slamming her head down on the back of Rosalin's neck and simply aiming to knock her the fuck over, at which point SOB would apply pressure, holding Rosalin down--she knew that Mavro had been drugged somehow, and her head was feeling a little woozy, and the edges of things were whirling slightly, but--she licked at her muzzle, unwittingly getting the little bit from the mask in her mouth. She waited, using her paws to force Rosalin to look Mavro in the face.
<Gutter-Mutt> As Rosalin was forced to stare up at him, Mavro would smirk-- the same sickeningly devilish grin of his father, showing off those yellowed teeth. He could sense her fear, her panic... despite the front she tried putting on. "You're right to be afraid in my presence." Mavro's mind whirled, spinning in thoughts and options. As he neared, his own large paw would come down to place it over Rosaline's throat, pressing down to immobilize her. "Cas, SOB, you two will be punished for leaving the sewers without my permission, but... for now, we're going to teach this pathetic excuse of a pack a lesson." He'd glance between his three children before lowering his head, a dangerously low growl rolling between his words; "....tear her apart." Yes, he knew about the chemicals, but.... all's fair in love and war.
<dragonmissy> Castiel would slowly wag his tail low and menacing like. He licked his lips as he would hear his father speak to the girl. He waited like a obident child till he was givin the go ahead. Since There were already dogs at her face he would hear that they were to punish her. Damn straight they were hear to do this teach these dogs a lessson. She would frown slightly at the punishment part. But when he would hear tear h er apart. He would lunge down to grab her by the soft sensitive hip part. His teeth would dig into her soft flank and he would growl out and shake his head.
<Whitelupine> Gringo would follow SOB’s lead and help to pin the white pup down, biting down on her lower back so she couldn’t kick his sister, however, he did not know how his dad had gotten drugged so, Gringo would most likely be on his way to High Town soon. Then, when Mavro gave his order and the teen began shaking his head violently, sinking his teeth into the white pup. Tearing into the pup just a a head’s width away from Cas/// Rosalin yelped and snarled as SOB knocked her down, she was about to turn and nail the scarred bitch when she felt teeth on her hips, good, one of them wouldn’t have to be worried about soon, she snarled and looked up to Mavro, trying to mimic the fierceness Berlin showed when she snarled. Mavro terrified her, and as he stepped forward to hold her down, her heart hammered in her chest, Berlin!!! MIRII!!!! she wanted to cry out, but, her voice would not rice in the presence of strangers. But then, the pain, she felt her back get torn into and cried out in pain.
<RottenDogg>'Tear her apart'. Fine. SOB did--her jaws swung wide open, and a loud gasping inhale signalled what was to come. SOB pivoted slightly and dug her teeth right into the top of Rosalin's skull, delivering a series of sharp, deep snaps that tore skin between her teeth and she began to shake her head savagely, snarling ferociously as she began to rip up that fucking white fur and stain red blood all across the snow, flinging it with shakes of her head and loud cries, working her way down, shattering that once pristine coat with deep lacerations that would scar.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro couldn't help but laugh, a dark, baritone cackle that would fill the cold air around them. The yelps and cries only made it worse as the alpha kept his paw pressed down over Ros' neck, watching as his offspring tore into her. "Tut tut tut..." He'd lean down, near her ear but not close enough to get bitten. "...shouldn't have fucked with Fonga."
<dragonmissy> Castiel would hear his father cackle wand he would rip into her more blood in his mouth and over her side. tearing into her hip flank. Trying to make it hard for her to walk. Lame dog wont be very reliable wont she. He would move to grab her boy her back leg and bite into her thigh snarling loud and long he aimed for pain more then breaking. He would growl and laugh or tried to.
<Whitelupine> Gringo continued his work, trying to do what SOB was doing, however, he froze suddenly, eyes widening as the dog below him suddenly distorted, he looked to Cas, but his brother was not his brother, instead, a laughing twisted demon sat tearing away at the dog below them. He looked to SOB but all he saw was yet another demonic face, laughing and twitching madly. Lastly, he made the mistake of looking at Mavro, what he saw, made him leap back from them all with a pained yelp, he saw his father oh yes, but he saw his father standing there, head and limbs floating away from his body, twitching and shifting, that demonic grin on his face as his skin peeled away, leaving nothing but a floating skeleton. When Mavro moved and talked, the skeleton left echos and Mavro’s voice boomed in Gringo’s head like a gong. Gringo. Was tripping balls. //// Rosalin felt one fall away but did not feel releaved, SoB’s work made her cry out louder, she had never been in a fight, she had never been so scared, so.. petrified… that cackle of his… that voice… it tore into her as she yelled and cried out, wanting to wake up from this nightmare. Fonga… Fonga… the name echoed in her head, Fonga.. SOB, Cas… “M..MIRI!!!!” her voice finally came to her, panicked and pained.
RottenDogg>Her own delusions came suddenly, and when they did, SOB's mauling increased tenfold. Her jaws worked and tore, ripping up inches of coat, revealing muscle, tearing away flesh and spraying blood across the snow. She was snarling and snapping and tearing, salivating madly with her eyes wide; suddenly, SOB bore her teeth down hard on Rosalin's right front paw--and she squeezed, tore, until there was the shattering of bone in her teeth, until the paw was broken. The leg wouldn't be crippled, but that front paw--it'd hurt like a motherfucker, from now on, until it healed. SOB began to tear and rip again, flinging blood all over the place as she mauled the living fuck out of Rosalin.
<R00DPRINCE>Emir had expected retaliation. So when it came, when Rosalin-- whom had been fussing over everyone relentlessly-- had disappeared...? Hh. The coywolf, however sore, took to the moors. His paws drumming the ground, he focused in on the rhythm to block out the burning pain lacing his underside from those boar-like teeth. The pup didn't need that on his mind... But Rose? A growl rumbled in his throat as, yes, he heard her cry for him. Not just anyone-- him. As if she knew he was coming. An unsettling chill rolled down his spine as he shot onto the scene. Mavro was noted, in a blur, as he halted a good five feet from the group. "STOP!" He bellowed above the racket created by the violence. Squaring his shoulders, Emir bared his young pearly whites and rolled his tongue over them. "I want to make a deal--" He growled low, his eyes set on Mavro rather than his SIC. "To... clean the slate."
<RottenDogg>SOB foamed up at the mouth, blood and drool and nastiness running from her torn face--and then she kicked, twitched, and wound up passing the fuck out. too many drug, too little dog.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro's grin had ceased, melting away into a contented; dead-eyed stare. The blood, the screams and yelps. It offered a sense of victory, a sense of-- Emir's voice was sudden and the massive monster of a Capo lifted his attention away from the bloodshed for just a moment, though it seemed only Cas was still here; presumably. He'd square his stance over the white pup, a dangerous stare set. It was easy enough to tell he meant business. "Move one step closer and she's dead. I wouldn't take my threat lightly, whelp." Sucking in a deep breath, the boss' lips would lift and quiver over his gums, reared and ready to seal his promise if Emir moved.
<dragonmissy> castiel feeling the drugs though he drooled alot more his eyes dilated and His head was like in a cloud but he knew what he had to do. His shaking and biting of her thigh lessened he just clenched down on her leg and pulsated his teeth on her thigh. He laid there. He h eard stop but knew it wasn't his father so he kept putting pressure ont he dogs thigh.Growling low his eyes shifted to see the distorted dog. He snorted. He continued to be latched onto her leg
Whitelupine> Demons, Demons all around, from out of the dark they did abound, no longer faces of family, but faces of the grim, the sick, the demented, those demons and gouls, those teeth that shone with blood mixed drool . Father was not father no more, brother was gone as was sister . In their places a different beings, no, not beings, these were not beings, these were things </b>, horrid things that shifted and held no mass but all mass at the same time. Their shapes would settle for a moment but then contort and shift to something completely new . Laughing melted with screams, twisting, pulsing, darkness, light, he was flying but at the same time held to the ground,</sup> broken and yet whole. Gringo began screaming and crying out, falling away from them all to place himself against a tree and scream in terror at things only he saw. He was both cackling and crying at the same time, his pupils barely visible within his blue eyes. //// Rosalin continued to scream out in pain, calling for Emir, calling for Berlin, calling for her mommy, her daddy, ANYONE, her mask had been ruined by the Fonga, and now, her body was being contorted as well to match it. When her paw broke she screamed and writhed beneath Mavro’s paw, she felt SOB fall away but still felt Cas on her thigh but knew he was beginning to go as well.. Wake up… she just wanted to wake up… to be gone… to wake up beside Berlin and the others, cuddled close and warm. Then, she heard him, heard the voice of Emir and her heart just about stopped. He had come for her… he had come for her… she tried to look to him but couldn’t. “M..Miri…” she sobbed out in pain. She was nearly unrecognizable after the tearing of her flesh, she was now as torn as the most of the Fonga were. she was now as ugly as they were.
<R00DPRINCE>Emir's golden eyes glinted slightly, his mask gone now, as he watched Mavro step over the pup... 'One of his young...' The coywolf noted. Vincent had described those he had seen-- through Rosalin's blood, Emir could see the red markings around the pup's eyes. "I don't intend to." He replied. The way he stood, despite the situation, was near regal-- and there was not a hint of panic in his tone. In fact, he entirely ignored Rosalin's whimper for him, and focused on the task at hand. For now? He was emotionally detached. "I want to offer you some of our chemicals, in exchange for her." He jerked his jaw to Rosalin. "And for a clean slate... They are highly effective--" The Ringleader's ear flicked towards Gringo's screaming form. "... As you know. What do you say?"
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro's nostrils would flare, tongue slipping out past his front teeth to lap over them., eyes narrowed coldly. "I have no interest in anything you have to offer. You started this... and now I'm going to end it. You have a lot of gull waltzing in here, acting like you own this territory. This territory belonged to my father, and the alpha before him. You... you and your pathetic, worthless, pack of unwanted, orphaned mongrels are going to wish.. you hadn't fucked with Di Fonga." Mavro growled out, keeping his dominant stance over Ros as he faced Emir.
<dragonmissy> Castiel would bite and release bite and release. His mouth stayed on her thigh but he was totally not focused on thrashing her like before. His ears would twitch towards mavro's speech. Damn straight they came here to show what they could do what Fonga was. Strong and dont fuck with them. He would attempt to stand. HIs legs felt weird well more like his head. He would keep on the ground and mouth drooling and teeth in her leg.
<R00DPRINCE>Emir clenched his jaw. "I came for my pack member." He countered, his paws pressing into the soft dirt and grass. "I had no intent to tresspass until I had a reason to," The situation was tense, and he knew it... So he did what he could, what he thought-- what he hoped would carry some weight with the Fonga Alpha. Taking a breath, he allowed the steam to collect in front of his muzzle during the exhale. "I'm aware I have little to offer to you in particular... But I have much to offer to Vince, whom in turn has much to offer me... So do what you must. If you want to prove a point, you have." His golden eyes fell to the bloodied heap of flesh and bone, to Rosalin, and he gulped once. "You've made your point clear. So..." He peered up at Mavro now. "How do you want this to end?"
<Whitelupine> Rosalin shudders as the two alpha’s spoke, one ancient, and one new. She was terrified but, Emir was here… she was going to be alright… she was going to go home with him. They were going to go home and forget this whole thing happened, they would clean each others wounds and the other members too, Rosalin would hand out food rations, it would all be alright…she felt Cas’ fangs on her and still tried to struggle, whining loudly. “Miri… “ she sobbed softly. “M..Miri… lead Sorte… Sorte need you…. Sorte live, without Rosaline… Sorte stronger without… Rosalin…” It might have been hard for the others to understand her, but Emir had been around her and her broken English a lot longer.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro laughed, right in Emir's face. "A reason? What reason did you have last night? I was simply hunting for my pack, minding my own business. You made the biggest mistake of your short little life." He'd clench his teeth in a snarl before readjusting his paw to Ros' jugular, where he's begin pressing down, hard.
dragonmissy>Castiel would finally feel like h e needed to get the dog out of his mouth. Licking the bloody and drool from his mouth he would let her leg go but his upper body would lay on her back on her hips. He stared at Emir with this smile on his face like We got dis bitch. He looked like a cat coming out of surgury drooling but his large eyes fixated. He woudl lick his nose. "We crush you" he would speak out softly
<R00DPRINCE>Emir's throat clenched softly. "Shut up." He said it soft, an order, directly to Rosalin. "Shut up right now." And Mavro laughed. He shifted his weight, his hackles fluffing along his spine. "On-- Hhh-- On what.. was going to be our territory. The borders were stale, the scent had washed away, Mavro. I had no idea it was previously claimed territory. If I had I wouldn't have led a patrol to you." Emir ignored Castiel, but jesus, someone was definitely tripping the hell out. "Think about this," He said in a low tone-- wanting to move, but staying put. He trusted Mavro was serious about his threat. "Those chemicals managed to make you struggle. If you're the worst this city has to offer, think of what it could do when Vincent gangs up on you again? Biological warfare. For emergencies." He tried. Fuck, he was trying, but keeping his tone calm nonetheless.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro's paw continued to press, damn near cutting off Ros' air supply. Oh how he wanted to make her an example... after what they did to him last night? "I didn't even have the chance to explain; you just attacked. You don't understand the real benefit of making allies; and I make one hell of an enemy, Emir." The pressure stopped, though... eyes narrowed coldly on the Coy. He wasn't stupid. He didn't trust him or his pack of orphans. "You think I'm really stupid enough to believe you wont pull something? Get me on your territory for another ambush? Some how drug me and kill me? Send Vincent and his fools to do your dirty work? Am I close, Emir? Huh!?"
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<Whitelupine> Rosalin padded through the snow, her witchdoctor like mask fastened in place. She was grumpy, her entire pack had come home torn to shreds and she was not happy about this. The young shepherd sniffed about, following the scent trail of a bunny she’d wounded but had gotten away. //// Gringo lay curled up near his father in the control room, he whined softly as he tried to lick at the wounds from the bastards that had hurt him. Gringo’s blood boiled, his dad had been hurt again, and the cowardly dumbo teen was not feeling so cowardly.
<RottenDogg>SOB was thinking. She'd been better since Faline's...near-drowning, and she soon picked up and followed Castiel, growling softly in her throat. "They--they tore him up. Did you s-s--see? He--" Her tattered ruined ears pinned back against her head and she looked at Castiel with concerned eyes. Then the concern--it was backed by anger, and her hackles rose a bit. <b."They...those bastards."
<Gutter-Mutt>The sleeping giant stirred with a low, pained groan. Ugh. His entire body ached, caked with fresh blood that was current;y being tended to by Gringo? Ah. He'd peek a single eye over before hoisting his old bones to a stand, lips peeled back in annoyance. He was stiff, areas swollen and inflamed. His face burned. He'd knit his brows before sliding off the couch to slowly limp for the control room door, pushing out onto the catwalks to peer down below at the pack. Hn.
<dragonmissy> Castiel would be pacing then his head perked up and saw SOB. He would pause and listen to her. He would grunt. "I did see. THey hurt our father." He growled a bit. He usually would let his more calm mind think before he want to jump at the dogs but his parents seemed to be the soft spot in him. He flipped on Fin when he insulted his mother and he didnt like that his father came back like this either. He would moved towards SOB "what are we going to do about it Humm?" his eyes narrowed a bit dark. His lip twitched a bit
<Whitelupine> Gringo’s large ears stood up as Mavro did, he whined softly and lowered his head respectfully. Slowly the teen would follow him “Need me to get anything dad?” please, lemme do something useful for you daddy, dad, papa,pa, popski.
<RottenDogg>A huff escaped her and she squinted at him. SOB knew--she was sort of on the shit list, or at least thought she was, so she wasn't in the mood to further that shitlistiness. But--"...w...what do you think." A grunt and her lips twitched, drool running out the corner of her mouth. A slurp--embarassing as fuck. "They were pups? On...the moors..."
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro would peer back at Gringo with half-lidded eyes. Hn. "...just follow me." A huff of exhaustion followed as he turned to slink down the scaffolding- pausing when he heard Cas and SOB hush-hushing off in the corner of the sleeping quarters. Hn. He'd turn and slip into the nearest tunnel to lean down and lap up some water from the snow run off; waiting.
<dragonmissy> Castiel would hum his tail swayed and he thought. "we can show them what is what.hmmm?" He spoke low in a gruff tone. He snorted and licked his nose. He was so unpleased but this information. He would stare down the tunnel nose scrutched up a bit and his paws started to walk forward like they had the mind of its own. He walked passed SOB.
<Whitelupine> Gringo stepped out onto the catwalk with Mavro and nodded as he said to follow him. He stepped quietly beside the large dog, making sure he didn’t slip or anything when his large ears picked up the sounds of his siblings chatting away, his tail and head perked up but then he noticed SOB’s whisper and his tail drooped slightly. Yeah things had been a bit patch, but he was getting over it. kind of.
<RottenDogg>SOB paused, breathed---and slurped a breath, before following Castiel. She was trembling, her voice soft as she rasped. "Maybe we should. Maybe we --" She didn't think it was the best idea, but she was going to do it, she was--she was going to tear them apart, rip them to pieces.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro would continue lapping the water, surely dehydrated from that drug. Ugh. Finally, lifting his head, water from pool from his jowls as he watched SOB and Cas move out. "...trail behind them, silently." And he'd hop down to follow at a distance, slowly. Because ow.
<dragonmissy> Castiel would smirk at SOB. They didnt get along usually or well only time they talked it seemed like a problem. THey were though seemed to be fine now. Maybe it was his inner thought that this was the right thing to do. They needed to pay for there travesties and his heart was set on making them pay making them know dont fuck with his family. Thats what his father would do right. Sure. He would tell himself that. Rippem and toss them in a fire. His gate got much more steady "where are the moors". he nudged SOB.
<Whitelupine> Gringo’s ears perked a bit as his siblings made for the exit, then at Mavro’s command he smiled, he got to go outside, on a mission, WITH DAD?! Gringo’s tail wagged and he stalked after the SOB and Cas, mimicking his father’s stalking pose. Like this dad? Like thiiisss??
<RottenDogg>Their last...conversation hadn't gone so well, but then Castiel moved, and SOB felt the excitement in her gut; her throat tensed and she shuddered in excitement, quick to move alongside Castiel. A flick of her tattered tail and she rumbled quietly--"It's--that way--" She huff-growled and began to move quicker, picking up, because the smells --she could smell the blood, the trail Mavro had taken with the others on the way back.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro kept a few paces behind his offspring, eyes narrowed some at the boldness these whelps had. Had they asked his permission to leave the sewers? Had they asked it it was okay to attack another pack, regardless of reason? No, and no. The Fonga alpha's lips would peel over his teeth in a low snarl-- the audacity.
<dragonmissy>Castiel would follow SOB. He honestly forgot to ask he smelled dogs leave all the time he figured it was ok to leave. They would make it outside. His tail went high and his head did too the long tail and face fluff moving in the wind "can you believe them." he huffed moving with SOB. His nose hit the ground to smell as he would move through the snow. His white coat matching the white ground.
<Whitelupine> Gringo stayed slow so his dad didn’t have to walk alone. He sniffed around curiously as he didn’t get to get out of the sewers at all. He stayed silent as he stalked beside his father, watching his siblings get further and further from home. ///// Rosalin continued on her little hunt until something else caught her nose, the scent of sewage, of sewers. Oh no… she wanted to run back for home but wasn’t sure if they could catch her scent. She let out a soft whine but then tried to think of what Berlin might do… Berlin… why aren’t you here right now… she soon saw the strangers and lowered herself down behind a snow bank to watch their progress. Alright Rosalin… don’t panic… don’t run… just… don’t let them get close to the pack.. your wounded family, your friends… the all white pup quivered slight. Mirriii… Ber….Rufio…. Darwiiinn….
<RottenDogg>SOB pressed herself down close to the ground as she caught the scent in the snow. Her tail twitched, and she crept forward, drool running from the ghoulish grimace of her face, her body tensed and trembling--she waited, waited for Cas to make the move, because her fighting style was different, too brutal, too savage--but SOB was sniffling at the air, leading them gradually along, her body tensed and excited, salivating in anticipation.
<Gutter-Mutt> The scent of Sorte was on the breeze; and his own urge to stomp out was strong, but... for now, he'd eye the pups in front of him.. and finally fall back behind a hilly section of rocks and brush. Watching. "...."
<dragonmissy>Castiel would smell sorte. He looked at SOB seeing that she too sensed some one near. His hackles raised as his paws slowed up his tail high and he let out a growl. His Blue eyes looked at the mound and he would stalk around the mound. Licking his nose he would see Rosalin. She smelt like them she must be one of them. "I found you... you were going to jump on us weren't you" he barked out. He would attempt to snap at her face. Lips peeled back. He was so tense. As he loomed over her
<Whitelupine> Gringo saw his siblings pause as they caught the scent of another dog, he sniffed the wind and too caught the chemical scent. He also could still smell the fight scene where the Sorte had attacked his father, a small growl escaped him and he pressed his side against Mavro’s. Unsure of what to do. //// Rosalin had watched them come up behind her and was waiting for them as they neared. Beneath the mesh of her mask her brown eyes peered out at them. She looked up at them and then, as Cas snapped, she was gone, legs kicking up snow as she easily ran over the snow and into the dark off the moor, she began zigzagging her scent every which way, hopping and looping over previous trails, She then crossed their path behind them, looking like a demonic ghost with her white fur and mask as she slipped once more into the dark. She let out a ghostly sounding wail that echoed through the moors, she’d been practicing throwing her voice so it sounded as if it came from all around Cas and Sob. She flashed a crossed their path once more, witch doctor mask gleaming in the little bit of moonlight letting out another wail that was almost hyena like, then she was gone once more into the dark. Finally she came to rest to watch them from a fallen tree, head slow and looking as if part of the log in the dark light.
<RottenDogg>Who the fuck did she think she was fooling? As she took off running, SOB turned her head to Castiel; the wail was basically ignored, and SOB didn't sound impressed. "Wait. Then--" Her voice was soft. Rosalin thought she was being smart, but SOB's mind didn't work like them...and as she heard the wailing, she tilted to pinpoint it. It was being thrown, it was echoing so much...and Rosalin's mistake was that last flash in front of them. Because as she went for that last go at them, that last run, SOB launched herself forward silently, kicking up a storm of snow; her jaws swung wide and the dog who had killed jerked her head towards Rosalin's face--aiming to both stop her with the force of the impact and rip the mask from her head, baring her face to herself and Castiel.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro narrowed his eyes into a squint when Rosalin bolted and started zigzagging about. He'd remained above the three puppies; Gringo pressed against him, but not for long. Swiftly, and silently, the alpha would slink forward and vanish within the shadow-covered brush. The Sorte wasn't aware of his presence, no; so when she bolted by? The old Capo would lunge out and position in front of her, bracing himself for impact. This would hopefully give SOB the edge she needed to grab the white pup. Mavro would just stare, eyes cold as the dead, and drool foaming at the corner of his jowls. Why hello.
<dragonmissy> Castiel would snort not amused by this running gag. He would chase after her but once she got into the dark forest he would pause looking around staying still. He didnt think running int he woods was safe by himself chasing her in her territory or her type of territory. He raised his leg waiting for her and marked a long hot stream of pee. His eyes saw her dart across them as SOB would lunge at her he would chase her and then Bamb she ran into Mavro. Well that was a surprised he didnt expect his father to suddenly show up. He would put a paw on Rosalin's hip and push her to the side to make her lose balance.
<Whitelupine> Gringo blinked, from where he and Mavro stood he could track Rosalin’s movement rather easily, little trickster had a lot to learn though as he knew SOB was on her like stink on a turd. When Mavro moved Gringo plopped into the snow but quickly got up and followed him, watching as the pup ran into him and was quick to show her fangs. Once her mask was off Gringo blinked, she was, kinda cute.. pretty even, she was still enemy though, Gringo stepped forward to stand beside Cas and SOB, fangs bared as well, waiting to see what his siblings and the Sorte pup would do. /// Rosalin saw the woosh of snow fly at her and suddenly a huge mountain of a dog, a demon, a monster! She hit the breaks hard as her mask was grabbed, a loud gasp escaped her and she yanked her head back to free herself of her mask which was coated in the same drugs as her fur was. She turned and faced them all, come on Ros… be like Berlin… be like Berlin… She curled her lips back to show off her pearly white teeth, showing them if they wanted to attack she was going to do some damage in return. She didn’t speak… only stared… Be like Berlin…..make Miri proud… As Cas pushed her she would turn and snap at his paw, her balance faltering slightly as she turned, lips peels back as far as she could get them.
<RottenDogg>SOB saw Mavro, and she saw--yesss. Castiel pushed at Rosalin, and the faltering balance was immediately taken advantage of; the capo slammed herself into Rosalin and moved, her paws scrabbling, slamming her head down on the back of Rosalin's neck and simply aiming to knock her the fuck over, at which point SOB would apply pressure, holding Rosalin down--she knew that Mavro had been drugged somehow, and her head was feeling a little woozy, and the edges of things were whirling slightly, but--she licked at her muzzle, unwittingly getting the little bit from the mask in her mouth. She waited, using her paws to force Rosalin to look Mavro in the face.
<Gutter-Mutt> As Rosalin was forced to stare up at him, Mavro would smirk-- the same sickeningly devilish grin of his father, showing off those yellowed teeth. He could sense her fear, her panic... despite the front she tried putting on. "You're right to be afraid in my presence." Mavro's mind whirled, spinning in thoughts and options. As he neared, his own large paw would come down to place it over Rosaline's throat, pressing down to immobilize her. "Cas, SOB, you two will be punished for leaving the sewers without my permission, but... for now, we're going to teach this pathetic excuse of a pack a lesson." He'd glance between his three children before lowering his head, a dangerously low growl rolling between his words; "....tear her apart." Yes, he knew about the chemicals, but.... all's fair in love and war.
<dragonmissy> Castiel would slowly wag his tail low and menacing like. He licked his lips as he would hear his father speak to the girl. He waited like a obident child till he was givin the go ahead. Since There were already dogs at her face he would hear that they were to punish her. Damn straight they were hear to do this teach these dogs a lessson. She would frown slightly at the punishment part. But when he would hear tear h er apart. He would lunge down to grab her by the soft sensitive hip part. His teeth would dig into her soft flank and he would growl out and shake his head.
<Whitelupine> Gringo would follow SOB’s lead and help to pin the white pup down, biting down on her lower back so she couldn’t kick his sister, however, he did not know how his dad had gotten drugged so, Gringo would most likely be on his way to High Town soon. Then, when Mavro gave his order and the teen began shaking his head violently, sinking his teeth into the white pup. Tearing into the pup just a a head’s width away from Cas/// Rosalin yelped and snarled as SOB knocked her down, she was about to turn and nail the scarred bitch when she felt teeth on her hips, good, one of them wouldn’t have to be worried about soon, she snarled and looked up to Mavro, trying to mimic the fierceness Berlin showed when she snarled. Mavro terrified her, and as he stepped forward to hold her down, her heart hammered in her chest, Berlin!!! MIRII!!!! she wanted to cry out, but, her voice would not rice in the presence of strangers. But then, the pain, she felt her back get torn into and cried out in pain.
<RottenDogg>'Tear her apart'. Fine. SOB did--her jaws swung wide open, and a loud gasping inhale signalled what was to come. SOB pivoted slightly and dug her teeth right into the top of Rosalin's skull, delivering a series of sharp, deep snaps that tore skin between her teeth and she began to shake her head savagely, snarling ferociously as she began to rip up that fucking white fur and stain red blood all across the snow, flinging it with shakes of her head and loud cries, working her way down, shattering that once pristine coat with deep lacerations that would scar.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro couldn't help but laugh, a dark, baritone cackle that would fill the cold air around them. The yelps and cries only made it worse as the alpha kept his paw pressed down over Ros' neck, watching as his offspring tore into her. "Tut tut tut..." He'd lean down, near her ear but not close enough to get bitten. "...shouldn't have fucked with Fonga."
<dragonmissy> Castiel would hear his father cackle wand he would rip into her more blood in his mouth and over her side. tearing into her hip flank. Trying to make it hard for her to walk. Lame dog wont be very reliable wont she. He would move to grab her boy her back leg and bite into her thigh snarling loud and long he aimed for pain more then breaking. He would growl and laugh or tried to.
<Whitelupine> Gringo continued his work, trying to do what SOB was doing, however, he froze suddenly, eyes widening as the dog below him suddenly distorted, he looked to Cas, but his brother was not his brother, instead, a laughing twisted demon sat tearing away at the dog below them. He looked to SOB but all he saw was yet another demonic face, laughing and twitching madly. Lastly, he made the mistake of looking at Mavro, what he saw, made him leap back from them all with a pained yelp, he saw his father oh yes, but he saw his father standing there, head and limbs floating away from his body, twitching and shifting, that demonic grin on his face as his skin peeled away, leaving nothing but a floating skeleton. When Mavro moved and talked, the skeleton left echos and Mavro’s voice boomed in Gringo’s head like a gong. Gringo. Was tripping balls. //// Rosalin felt one fall away but did not feel releaved, SoB’s work made her cry out louder, she had never been in a fight, she had never been so scared, so.. petrified… that cackle of his… that voice… it tore into her as she yelled and cried out, wanting to wake up from this nightmare. Fonga… Fonga… the name echoed in her head, Fonga.. SOB, Cas… “M..MIRI!!!!” her voice finally came to her, panicked and pained.
RottenDogg>Her own delusions came suddenly, and when they did, SOB's mauling increased tenfold. Her jaws worked and tore, ripping up inches of coat, revealing muscle, tearing away flesh and spraying blood across the snow. She was snarling and snapping and tearing, salivating madly with her eyes wide; suddenly, SOB bore her teeth down hard on Rosalin's right front paw--and she squeezed, tore, until there was the shattering of bone in her teeth, until the paw was broken. The leg wouldn't be crippled, but that front paw--it'd hurt like a motherfucker, from now on, until it healed. SOB began to tear and rip again, flinging blood all over the place as she mauled the living fuck out of Rosalin.
<R00DPRINCE>Emir had expected retaliation. So when it came, when Rosalin-- whom had been fussing over everyone relentlessly-- had disappeared...? Hh. The coywolf, however sore, took to the moors. His paws drumming the ground, he focused in on the rhythm to block out the burning pain lacing his underside from those boar-like teeth. The pup didn't need that on his mind... But Rose? A growl rumbled in his throat as, yes, he heard her cry for him. Not just anyone-- him. As if she knew he was coming. An unsettling chill rolled down his spine as he shot onto the scene. Mavro was noted, in a blur, as he halted a good five feet from the group. "STOP!" He bellowed above the racket created by the violence. Squaring his shoulders, Emir bared his young pearly whites and rolled his tongue over them. "I want to make a deal--" He growled low, his eyes set on Mavro rather than his SIC. "To... clean the slate."
<RottenDogg>SOB foamed up at the mouth, blood and drool and nastiness running from her torn face--and then she kicked, twitched, and wound up passing the fuck out. too many drug, too little dog.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro's grin had ceased, melting away into a contented; dead-eyed stare. The blood, the screams and yelps. It offered a sense of victory, a sense of-- Emir's voice was sudden and the massive monster of a Capo lifted his attention away from the bloodshed for just a moment, though it seemed only Cas was still here; presumably. He'd square his stance over the white pup, a dangerous stare set. It was easy enough to tell he meant business. "Move one step closer and she's dead. I wouldn't take my threat lightly, whelp." Sucking in a deep breath, the boss' lips would lift and quiver over his gums, reared and ready to seal his promise if Emir moved.
<dragonmissy> castiel feeling the drugs though he drooled alot more his eyes dilated and His head was like in a cloud but he knew what he had to do. His shaking and biting of her thigh lessened he just clenched down on her leg and pulsated his teeth on her thigh. He laid there. He h eard stop but knew it wasn't his father so he kept putting pressure ont he dogs thigh.Growling low his eyes shifted to see the distorted dog. He snorted. He continued to be latched onto her leg
Whitelupine> Demons, Demons all around, from out of the dark they did abound, no longer faces of family, but faces of the grim, the sick, the demented, those demons and gouls, those teeth that shone with blood mixed drool . Father was not father no more, brother was gone as was sister . In their places a different beings, no, not beings, these were not beings, these were things </b>, horrid things that shifted and held no mass but all mass at the same time. Their shapes would settle for a moment but then contort and shift to something completely new . Laughing melted with screams, twisting, pulsing, darkness, light, he was flying but at the same time held to the ground,</sup> broken and yet whole. Gringo began screaming and crying out, falling away from them all to place himself against a tree and scream in terror at things only he saw. He was both cackling and crying at the same time, his pupils barely visible within his blue eyes. //// Rosalin continued to scream out in pain, calling for Emir, calling for Berlin, calling for her mommy, her daddy, ANYONE, her mask had been ruined by the Fonga, and now, her body was being contorted as well to match it. When her paw broke she screamed and writhed beneath Mavro’s paw, she felt SOB fall away but still felt Cas on her thigh but knew he was beginning to go as well.. Wake up… she just wanted to wake up… to be gone… to wake up beside Berlin and the others, cuddled close and warm. Then, she heard him, heard the voice of Emir and her heart just about stopped. He had come for her… he had come for her… she tried to look to him but couldn’t. “M..Miri…” she sobbed out in pain. She was nearly unrecognizable after the tearing of her flesh, she was now as torn as the most of the Fonga were. she was now as ugly as they were.
<R00DPRINCE>Emir's golden eyes glinted slightly, his mask gone now, as he watched Mavro step over the pup... 'One of his young...' The coywolf noted. Vincent had described those he had seen-- through Rosalin's blood, Emir could see the red markings around the pup's eyes. "I don't intend to." He replied. The way he stood, despite the situation, was near regal-- and there was not a hint of panic in his tone. In fact, he entirely ignored Rosalin's whimper for him, and focused on the task at hand. For now? He was emotionally detached. "I want to offer you some of our chemicals, in exchange for her." He jerked his jaw to Rosalin. "And for a clean slate... They are highly effective--" The Ringleader's ear flicked towards Gringo's screaming form. "... As you know. What do you say?"
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro's nostrils would flare, tongue slipping out past his front teeth to lap over them., eyes narrowed coldly. "I have no interest in anything you have to offer. You started this... and now I'm going to end it. You have a lot of gull waltzing in here, acting like you own this territory. This territory belonged to my father, and the alpha before him. You... you and your pathetic, worthless, pack of unwanted, orphaned mongrels are going to wish.. you hadn't fucked with Di Fonga." Mavro growled out, keeping his dominant stance over Ros as he faced Emir.
<dragonmissy> Castiel would bite and release bite and release. His mouth stayed on her thigh but he was totally not focused on thrashing her like before. His ears would twitch towards mavro's speech. Damn straight they came here to show what they could do what Fonga was. Strong and dont fuck with them. He would attempt to stand. HIs legs felt weird well more like his head. He would keep on the ground and mouth drooling and teeth in her leg.
<R00DPRINCE>Emir clenched his jaw. "I came for my pack member." He countered, his paws pressing into the soft dirt and grass. "I had no intent to tresspass until I had a reason to," The situation was tense, and he knew it... So he did what he could, what he thought-- what he hoped would carry some weight with the Fonga Alpha. Taking a breath, he allowed the steam to collect in front of his muzzle during the exhale. "I'm aware I have little to offer to you in particular... But I have much to offer to Vince, whom in turn has much to offer me... So do what you must. If you want to prove a point, you have." His golden eyes fell to the bloodied heap of flesh and bone, to Rosalin, and he gulped once. "You've made your point clear. So..." He peered up at Mavro now. "How do you want this to end?"
<Whitelupine> Rosalin shudders as the two alpha’s spoke, one ancient, and one new. She was terrified but, Emir was here… she was going to be alright… she was going to go home with him. They were going to go home and forget this whole thing happened, they would clean each others wounds and the other members too, Rosalin would hand out food rations, it would all be alright…she felt Cas’ fangs on her and still tried to struggle, whining loudly. “Miri… “ she sobbed softly. “M..Miri… lead Sorte… Sorte need you…. Sorte live, without Rosaline… Sorte stronger without… Rosalin…” It might have been hard for the others to understand her, but Emir had been around her and her broken English a lot longer.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro laughed, right in Emir's face. "A reason? What reason did you have last night? I was simply hunting for my pack, minding my own business. You made the biggest mistake of your short little life." He'd clench his teeth in a snarl before readjusting his paw to Ros' jugular, where he's begin pressing down, hard.
dragonmissy>Castiel would finally feel like h e needed to get the dog out of his mouth. Licking the bloody and drool from his mouth he would let her leg go but his upper body would lay on her back on her hips. He stared at Emir with this smile on his face like We got dis bitch. He looked like a cat coming out of surgury drooling but his large eyes fixated. He woudl lick his nose. "We crush you" he would speak out softly
<R00DPRINCE>Emir's throat clenched softly. "Shut up." He said it soft, an order, directly to Rosalin. "Shut up right now." And Mavro laughed. He shifted his weight, his hackles fluffing along his spine. "On-- Hhh-- On what.. was going to be our territory. The borders were stale, the scent had washed away, Mavro. I had no idea it was previously claimed territory. If I had I wouldn't have led a patrol to you." Emir ignored Castiel, but jesus, someone was definitely tripping the hell out. "Think about this," He said in a low tone-- wanting to move, but staying put. He trusted Mavro was serious about his threat. "Those chemicals managed to make you struggle. If you're the worst this city has to offer, think of what it could do when Vincent gangs up on you again? Biological warfare. For emergencies." He tried. Fuck, he was trying, but keeping his tone calm nonetheless.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro's paw continued to press, damn near cutting off Ros' air supply. Oh how he wanted to make her an example... after what they did to him last night? "I didn't even have the chance to explain; you just attacked. You don't understand the real benefit of making allies; and I make one hell of an enemy, Emir." The pressure stopped, though... eyes narrowed coldly on the Coy. He wasn't stupid. He didn't trust him or his pack of orphans. "You think I'm really stupid enough to believe you wont pull something? Get me on your territory for another ambush? Some how drug me and kill me? Send Vincent and his fools to do your dirty work? Am I close, Emir? Huh!?"
<dragonmissy>
Castiel laying on Rosalin. He would elbow her wound accidently as he wanted to say something to this rude dog. He though stayed down "Fathers. best there is.. was and will be" well damn it he tried to explain that Mavro would win and he was the best at it he grumbled to himself he sounded like a dope and hated it he just shut his mouth staring at the dog. Though it was just a shape at this point but it was a body. He was happy he was Mavro's son. He wanted to live up to that name not drugged up of course.
<Whitelupine> Rosalin’s eyes widened as she felt the teeth on her neck, she clenched her jaw and whimpered. She was a bloodied torn mess, her once white fur was crimson. The pain… the pain burned through her. But, her mind was on Emir, her alpha, her friend, her family. Tears rolled down her face. She heard his order and shivered. She’d obey. She felt the pressure release and shivered, closing her eyes tightly. She let out a fresh yelp when her wound was elbowed.
<R00DPRINCE>Emir's forehead and muzzle wrinkled, the tension was thick like smog in the air. The coywolf's tail lashed behind him, teeth still bared, his ears still raised as the Alpha warned him and made bets at his intentions. "I will have the chemicals delivered here. Right now, by the bird. We don't even have to leave this spot." He snapped. "Do you think I'm stupid enough not to realize that I fucked up, Mavro?" He was getting testy, sure, not necessarily at the Alpha-- but the tension. It itched under his skin horribly. "If it wasn't for the fact that we drugged you, you would have easily laid waste to all of my packmembers last night. I'm no fool. I learn." He snorted, bull-like.
<Gutter-Mutt> "The bird. The one that splashed it in my face?" He chuckled bitterly and lowered his head with his boney topline. He was used to tension; and almost thrived off of it. "If that bird tries anything... It will be my next meal, and then I'll finish your whelp here for fuckin' desert."
<dragonmissy>Castiel now decided to try and get up pushing his legs under him he got up standing on semi wobbly legs. He would look at Emir growl snort and turn to Rosalin. He would move to grab her by her scruff. Then attempted to pull her back likely towards the sewers. If he did move her it was not very fast more like tug 3 inches tug 5 inches. Unless stopped from h is dad . He would try and keep draging her backwards. His eyes locked on the blobs of the two dogs.
<Whitelupine> Rosalin heard Emir offer to call for the bird, no, no no no, Sorte’s chemicals… she heard Mavro’s threats to hurt the bird. “Miri no! Rosalin not worth Sorte safety!!” she knew she was disobeying his order, but she did not want to see her family get hurt, again. Then, she felt teeth on her again and would growl and snap at Cas weakly, barely able to move now due to her wounds. She yelped loudly as her wounds stretched and ground into the snow.
<R00DPRINCE>Emir nodded. "I would expect no less..." And with that, he flipped his head up-- jaws gaping wide to let out his eerie, wavering yowls over the moorland. It took a minute or so, but the macaw arrived-- and after a muttered conversation, it left once more. "Shut up, Rosalin." He ordered loudly once more, his voice laced with rage towards her. When Castiel began to drag Rosalin away, the coywolf tensed and his lips grew tight. "The deal is for her," He called to the younger pup. He wasn't stupid enough to order around Mavro's children in his presence... A few moments later, the macaw returned-- landing about five feet behind Emir, whom backed up. He didn't have his eyes off of Mavro. Instead, he looped a tin bucket handle in his jaws and hefted up the container, walking it towards the boss before he set it down a good five or so feet from him-- his eyes locked on Mavro, then on Rosalin expectantly.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro waited patiently... eyes never breaking from Emir's as the bird arrived and disappeared, and re-arrived. As Cas moved to drag Ros off, Mavro would snap his teeth off to the side in a loud, baritone bark. "Drop her!" He'd wait until the pup was let go before turning to eye the bucket. He'd stalk closer, sniffing down at the chemicals to make sure they were, indeed, the same ones laced within the puppies fur. "If you try... anything, I will personally see to it that each and every one of your skulls decorate my sleeping quarters." A very real threat as he leaned down to grasp the handle and step away. "Go get your wounded."
<dragonmissy> Castiel would let Rosaline go aww there goes his fun. He would move towards his father flaring his own teeth at Emir. He so wanted to bit him but he was too doped to do much. He would then start to follow his father with the bucket. His head low and tail tried to keep it from dragging it was hard. Drooling and his eyes diaolated he would keep semi close to h is father "taught dem." he huffed. With a grin or tried more like drooling smirk.
<Whitelupine> Rosalin whined loudly as the macaw delivered the chemicals “MIRI NO!” she screamed as Emir got closer to Mavro with the bucket. “No!” the command came from Emir again but she barely heard it. With a snarl the pup used what was left of her strength to turn and try to dig her teeth into Cas’ leg, but, her jaws would not close night enough to do damage. As Mavro took the bucket and ordered her release however, the pup would allow herself to go limp, shivering and whimpering. “no…no…” she muttered as Emir came to pull her up onto his back. “no…” she said in a low voice. Eyes looking to her broken and bent mask. “You.. shouldn’t give.. them up.. for Rosalin.” She said with a shudder and a sob. “Not worth it.. Berlin strong… Rosalin.. .. Rosalin useless…. Miri…” she continued to mutter weakly, tears dripping down her face.
<Whitelupine> Gringo was still on his trip but beginning to, kind of, come back to earth, he still yelped but his voice had grown hoarse, he still saw the demons and how the largest took something from the smallest and one of the shapes became two as Cas stepped away from Rosalin. “Fuckin’ ‘el mate…” Gringo snorted out and tried to stand but wavered and stumbled. Trying to follow after Cas and Mavro as their shapes came into view.
<R00DPRINCE>Emir waited. He waited until Mavro was out of sight, and for when they were out of earshot-- out of that section of the moors, and into their own... Then he'd stop. He'd tuck, let Rosalin roll roughly off of his body and assume a position over her. "Shut. Up." He snapped. "Don't contradict me in front of our rivals ever again, do you hear me? Now stop your bitching and tell me what happened here!" The coywolf let his tone grow barbed and rise in volume-- letting his head dip to be nose-to-nose with the SIC.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro turned after a moment and stalked back for the sewers, eyes shifting to Cas and Gringo- but leaving them to their own devices. He had no interest in helping them get home. A hop down into the man made water drain off; following it until reaching a tunnel and slinking inside with a huff.
<Whitelupine> Rosalin hit the ground roughly with a yelp, her broken paw landing first, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. She shivered and sobbed, ears pinned to her wounded head. She did not answer as her voice choked with sobs. Rosalin turned her face away from him and hiding it beneath her leg, ashamed of herself for making Sorte weaker, for making Emir seem weak.
dragonmissy> Castiel would follow the blob he called his father trying to keep up rather intently. HE didnt want to be left out in the wild high off his ass. As he got into the sewer he did a face plant and tripped trying to scurry up onto his feet. "Dad..... That was gate" he would bark happily "greeat" he would huff. He walked funny but was managing for the most part trying to use blobs to help see.
<Whitelupine> Gringo stumbled after the leader, wavering too and fro on unsteady legs. Holy hell whatever those Sorte had on them, he kinda liked it. “Cass… broo.. Caaaaaass, time go hooome duuuuude” he snorted and bumped into his brother. “Woopsie.” He chortled out before letting out a manic chuckle. “..ey Cas… ever realize that.. snow… looks like clouds? …what if… hear me out here… the sky is actually another world? Like ooouurrrs… but, they, look down at us, like… we’re the sky.” Gringo, you messed up dude.
<R00DPRINCE> Emir let out a deep growl and forced his head against hers, pressing her down against the grass and unwinding it from her leg. No hiding. "Stop your sniveling! Tell me what the FUCK happened!" He didn't want to hurt her any worse than she was already injured, but if she didn't get her shit together right quick... He was gentle in an odd way; the pressure against the ground was harsh but he didn't press on any of her wounds, just held her there so he could get answers.
<Whitelupine> Rosalin let out a fresh yelp as her body ached, she just wanted to go home and clean herself up. “Rosalin went to get food for wounded!! They showed up, Rosalin tried tricks to scare them! … Mask got ruined… Tried fighting them… tried to be strong, like Berlin… ..failed… “ she looked up at him, shivering and pitiful. Her mask seemed to upset her a lot despite her wounds.
<Whitelupine> Rosalin’s eyes widened as she felt the teeth on her neck, she clenched her jaw and whimpered. She was a bloodied torn mess, her once white fur was crimson. The pain… the pain burned through her. But, her mind was on Emir, her alpha, her friend, her family. Tears rolled down her face. She heard his order and shivered. She’d obey. She felt the pressure release and shivered, closing her eyes tightly. She let out a fresh yelp when her wound was elbowed.
<R00DPRINCE>Emir's forehead and muzzle wrinkled, the tension was thick like smog in the air. The coywolf's tail lashed behind him, teeth still bared, his ears still raised as the Alpha warned him and made bets at his intentions. "I will have the chemicals delivered here. Right now, by the bird. We don't even have to leave this spot." He snapped. "Do you think I'm stupid enough not to realize that I fucked up, Mavro?" He was getting testy, sure, not necessarily at the Alpha-- but the tension. It itched under his skin horribly. "If it wasn't for the fact that we drugged you, you would have easily laid waste to all of my packmembers last night. I'm no fool. I learn." He snorted, bull-like.
<Gutter-Mutt> "The bird. The one that splashed it in my face?" He chuckled bitterly and lowered his head with his boney topline. He was used to tension; and almost thrived off of it. "If that bird tries anything... It will be my next meal, and then I'll finish your whelp here for fuckin' desert."
<dragonmissy>Castiel now decided to try and get up pushing his legs under him he got up standing on semi wobbly legs. He would look at Emir growl snort and turn to Rosalin. He would move to grab her by her scruff. Then attempted to pull her back likely towards the sewers. If he did move her it was not very fast more like tug 3 inches tug 5 inches. Unless stopped from h is dad . He would try and keep draging her backwards. His eyes locked on the blobs of the two dogs.
<Whitelupine> Rosalin heard Emir offer to call for the bird, no, no no no, Sorte’s chemicals… she heard Mavro’s threats to hurt the bird. “Miri no! Rosalin not worth Sorte safety!!” she knew she was disobeying his order, but she did not want to see her family get hurt, again. Then, she felt teeth on her again and would growl and snap at Cas weakly, barely able to move now due to her wounds. She yelped loudly as her wounds stretched and ground into the snow.
<R00DPRINCE>Emir nodded. "I would expect no less..." And with that, he flipped his head up-- jaws gaping wide to let out his eerie, wavering yowls over the moorland. It took a minute or so, but the macaw arrived-- and after a muttered conversation, it left once more. "Shut up, Rosalin." He ordered loudly once more, his voice laced with rage towards her. When Castiel began to drag Rosalin away, the coywolf tensed and his lips grew tight. "The deal is for her," He called to the younger pup. He wasn't stupid enough to order around Mavro's children in his presence... A few moments later, the macaw returned-- landing about five feet behind Emir, whom backed up. He didn't have his eyes off of Mavro. Instead, he looped a tin bucket handle in his jaws and hefted up the container, walking it towards the boss before he set it down a good five or so feet from him-- his eyes locked on Mavro, then on Rosalin expectantly.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro waited patiently... eyes never breaking from Emir's as the bird arrived and disappeared, and re-arrived. As Cas moved to drag Ros off, Mavro would snap his teeth off to the side in a loud, baritone bark. "Drop her!" He'd wait until the pup was let go before turning to eye the bucket. He'd stalk closer, sniffing down at the chemicals to make sure they were, indeed, the same ones laced within the puppies fur. "If you try... anything, I will personally see to it that each and every one of your skulls decorate my sleeping quarters." A very real threat as he leaned down to grasp the handle and step away. "Go get your wounded."
<dragonmissy> Castiel would let Rosaline go aww there goes his fun. He would move towards his father flaring his own teeth at Emir. He so wanted to bit him but he was too doped to do much. He would then start to follow his father with the bucket. His head low and tail tried to keep it from dragging it was hard. Drooling and his eyes diaolated he would keep semi close to h is father "taught dem." he huffed. With a grin or tried more like drooling smirk.
<Whitelupine> Rosalin whined loudly as the macaw delivered the chemicals “MIRI NO!” she screamed as Emir got closer to Mavro with the bucket. “No!” the command came from Emir again but she barely heard it. With a snarl the pup used what was left of her strength to turn and try to dig her teeth into Cas’ leg, but, her jaws would not close night enough to do damage. As Mavro took the bucket and ordered her release however, the pup would allow herself to go limp, shivering and whimpering. “no…no…” she muttered as Emir came to pull her up onto his back. “no…” she said in a low voice. Eyes looking to her broken and bent mask. “You.. shouldn’t give.. them up.. for Rosalin.” She said with a shudder and a sob. “Not worth it.. Berlin strong… Rosalin.. .. Rosalin useless…. Miri…” she continued to mutter weakly, tears dripping down her face.
<Whitelupine> Gringo was still on his trip but beginning to, kind of, come back to earth, he still yelped but his voice had grown hoarse, he still saw the demons and how the largest took something from the smallest and one of the shapes became two as Cas stepped away from Rosalin. “Fuckin’ ‘el mate…” Gringo snorted out and tried to stand but wavered and stumbled. Trying to follow after Cas and Mavro as their shapes came into view.
<R00DPRINCE>Emir waited. He waited until Mavro was out of sight, and for when they were out of earshot-- out of that section of the moors, and into their own... Then he'd stop. He'd tuck, let Rosalin roll roughly off of his body and assume a position over her. "Shut. Up." He snapped. "Don't contradict me in front of our rivals ever again, do you hear me? Now stop your bitching and tell me what happened here!" The coywolf let his tone grow barbed and rise in volume-- letting his head dip to be nose-to-nose with the SIC.
<Gutter-Mutt> Mavro turned after a moment and stalked back for the sewers, eyes shifting to Cas and Gringo- but leaving them to their own devices. He had no interest in helping them get home. A hop down into the man made water drain off; following it until reaching a tunnel and slinking inside with a huff.
<Whitelupine> Rosalin hit the ground roughly with a yelp, her broken paw landing first, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. She shivered and sobbed, ears pinned to her wounded head. She did not answer as her voice choked with sobs. Rosalin turned her face away from him and hiding it beneath her leg, ashamed of herself for making Sorte weaker, for making Emir seem weak.
dragonmissy> Castiel would follow the blob he called his father trying to keep up rather intently. HE didnt want to be left out in the wild high off his ass. As he got into the sewer he did a face plant and tripped trying to scurry up onto his feet. "Dad..... That was gate" he would bark happily "greeat" he would huff. He walked funny but was managing for the most part trying to use blobs to help see.
<Whitelupine> Gringo stumbled after the leader, wavering too and fro on unsteady legs. Holy hell whatever those Sorte had on them, he kinda liked it. “Cass… broo.. Caaaaaass, time go hooome duuuuude” he snorted and bumped into his brother. “Woopsie.” He chortled out before letting out a manic chuckle. “..ey Cas… ever realize that.. snow… looks like clouds? …what if… hear me out here… the sky is actually another world? Like ooouurrrs… but, they, look down at us, like… we’re the sky.” Gringo, you messed up dude.
<R00DPRINCE> Emir let out a deep growl and forced his head against hers, pressing her down against the grass and unwinding it from her leg. No hiding. "Stop your sniveling! Tell me what the FUCK happened!" He didn't want to hurt her any worse than she was already injured, but if she didn't get her shit together right quick... He was gentle in an odd way; the pressure against the ground was harsh but he didn't press on any of her wounds, just held her there so he could get answers.
<Whitelupine> Rosalin let out a fresh yelp as her body ached, she just wanted to go home and clean herself up. “Rosalin went to get food for wounded!! They showed up, Rosalin tried tricks to scare them! … Mask got ruined… Tried fighting them… tried to be strong, like Berlin… ..failed… “ she looked up at him, shivering and pitiful. Her mask seemed to upset her a lot despite her wounds.
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