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Post by Fritz on May 4, 2008 20:57:02 GMT -5
Teeth ripped into the skin of the Bloodhound, peeling flesh from bone. A smug grin was on the bloody maw of the Weimaraner as she stood on top of her kill. The Bloodhound was dead, and Echo had proved to him that she wasn’t a weakling. She showed him. Showed him big . . .
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Suddenly, Echo’s eyes shot open, and her body gave a jerk. Dazed, the female looked around. Where was she? And why did she ache all over? Gazing around, Echo looked for the demon Bloodhound; but he was no where to be seen. Echo had put two and two together, the demon was still on the loose. It had all been a dream. A great fantasy, but a dream none the less. The male was gone. He must have morphed with shadows and became one with the dark element.
Letting out a disgruntled sigh, Echo heaved herself up into a sitting position. Once again, she questioned her location. Strange, tall, iron gates were to her left. They looked eerie; they sent chills down her spine. “How did I get from the train station, to this deathly looking place?” Echo thought allowed, in a hushed tone. “This place looks like a ghost town. Where is everyone?”
Little did Echo know, it was probably best that she was alone. For the time being, she was out of Raven and his deadly teams way. Hopefully, Echo would remain unnoticed. But that was highly unlikely.
The deathly silence of the night was disturbed by the faint sound of two dogs fiercely entangled in combat. "You &%$## B*&%$rd! &%##@ &%$ @*&!" An old female voice then could be heard yelling as loud as her lungs allowed her to; and then there was that bonechilling yelp. The sounds of combat ceased, and it was replaced by footsteps, footsteps that grew louder and louder as the owners of the feets producing it approached, both running at full speed. One of the footsteps began to slow down, and then a dog, a black & white Border collie, emerged from the bushes. He was bleeding badly, because of an eye that had just been ripped out. The collie leaped out the bushes, walked in a semi-circle, and spinned gracefully to face the one chasing him. From the distance Echo was, she could have told he was exausted, foam dripped from his mouth.
Even through all of this, he seemed prepared to fight the one chasing him again... still, the chaser was more old and more experienced then him. The other footsteps had stopped, and the Collie was now scanning the area frantically. But he was unprepared, the black afghan emerged from the bushes, with a lion-like leap, her forepaws held forwards with the purpose of concentrating the energy of her jump in one single spot. The leap hit the Collie on his side, knocking him down. Exhausted, he was unable to counterattack quick enough, the afghan stood on her hind legs and swiped at his face that impressive way she always used to do, just for the purpose of stunning him, before she would cut his neck vein, and let him die of blood loss.
Once the vein was ripped, the Collie only turned to Echo and pleaded her to save him... thing that was now impossible. Sastified with her kill, the afghan got off the Collie --whom she had been pinning down the ground--, her black muzzle dripping with blood. Tired, panting, she licked the blood from her muzzle, and then her zombie-like head turned to Echo; her blind eye gleaming in the moonlight. "Greetings." Was all she said. Her voice cold and venomous, oh, Rit, you sure know how to make your arrival be noted!
((Stinks. Even more tired than yesterday.))
Lagoat was so proud of herself. She was now a witch like Rit. She walked with her head held high and a sadistic grin on her features. Lagoat was growing up fast. She was bigger now, but nowhere near as big as Rit yet, but when she was older, fully grown, she would be bigger, stronger, faster ... deadlier. Lagoat would do anything to see Rit so proud of her. That's all she wanted to do; please her mistress. But she still had a long way to go, she still needed training. She had been following the fight with her chocolate coated eyes. They looked so innocent, but they had that glint in them, a glint that told you to be aware.
Lagoat smiled and ran towards Rit. She sat down next to the collie and grinned in his face. A big, cheshier-cat grin, showing all of her teeth, and her eyes sparkling madly. Her own little muzzle was covered in small splodges of blood. She had been chasing small vermin. She looked rats the best because they put up a fight. She smiled up at Rit. "I killed my fith rat today, Rit!" She had scars all over her little body, but that didn't seem to stop her or botehr her at all.
Her sadistic smile turned to the female who was sleeping next to Raven's turf. She stood closer to Rit, her hackles raised on end as she stared at her. "What should we do Rit? Shall we read her guts while she's still alive? I wander what they could tell us." She really was becoming like Rit, maybe even worse, if that was possible. Her eyes were kept lock on the female dog. She wandered if she had noticed the two witches yet.
Trembling as a large black afghan tore into a Border Collie; Echo found her insides screaming. Run! Run! RUN! They yelled in a high pitched yelp. They all ceased when the Boarder Collie hit the ground and the black Afghan severed his throat. The Collie slumped, and he looked right at Echo, pleading for help with his eyes. But Echo didn’t move. She was not going to put her life on the line, for someone who had already seen the light of death.
Sitting in an upright position, Echo sat like a statue, when the Afghan began to walk her way. ‘Greetings’ was all the dog said. Echo was a bit baffled by this. She was about to reply, when something caught her eye. Turning her head, Echo watched as another dog headed her way. She spoke about killing rats. Then she spoke of reading Echo’s insides, by spilling them. Which sounded like a threat to Echo. But, Echo wasn’t sure if she should take up the offer or not.
“I would rather my insides, to stay on the inside.” Echo boldly said. Echo would rather duke it out with words, than claws and teeth. But an even better deal, would be to make friends. But the smaller female looked as if she was about to kill Echo on the spot. But then again, Echo has been known to misjudge body language. But it was unlikely that these two were here to find new friends.
So to be on the safe side, Echo remained seat. She would stay neutral, and obtain a posture that showed no signs of her being a potential threat.
"Ah, ya shut up!" The afghan hissed, kicking the dying Collie with her hind leg. Hearing someone pleading for its already lost life sure was fun, for her, but it was distracting, and it didn't allow her to concentrate on what everyone else was saying. She turned to Lagoat, but said nothing, turning to face Echo instead. "Reading her guts, eh?" The afghan then said, licking the blood that stained her muzzle. "Well... that doesn't sound like a bad idea..." She said to lagoat, without turning to face her. "In fact, it doesn't sound bad at all." La Vache said, dipping her head and approaching the Weimaraner, her voice dropping to that demented hiss she gave when she was about to kill someone.
Ah, but she wasn't going to kill her, not here, not now, at least. All she would do was to play with her, like a cat plays with a mouse; trying to scare her, and make her freak out. That was the kind of game Rit liked... but the problem was these games oftenly ended with the death of the other player; as it did with the Border Collie over there, and as it nearly did with Lagoat. Something, always happened in these games. Sometimes, it was a certain bold comment from the other player, others, it was some other thing, some thing, that made Rit decide to turn the game into a matter of life and death.
This thing happened early in Echo's game. Her little comment angered Rit like little things can anger her. One thing, was to mess with the harpy queen, but another, to mess with the queen's pup. Echo's comment sent the afghan's blod aflame. Now she did want to kill him, to tear her apart. Rit's good eye glittered strangely under the moonlight, it glittered with pure, condensed rage. Quickly, the zombie-like afghan began moving again, approaching Echo again, this time coming really close, and beginning to circle her slowly.
"You would rather have your insides stay inside you say?" The afghan hissed, her voice a venomous hiss. "And since when La Vache Qua Rit does as you command?" She hissed, titling her head a way the Weimaraner could get a really good look at her blind eye. The intimidation ritual had begun, but this time, the afghan wanted to kill her opponent drom the very beginning.
Lagoat snickered as Rit kicked the dying collie. It was sick. Sick to see such a small pup find such amusement in seeing another suffer. Was it Lagoat's fault? Did she have a choice? It was either this path or death. But Lagoat wasn't thinking that right now. That part of her was gone, gone forever. She snickered to herself, her seemingly innocent chocolate eyes turning up to Rit. Rit was like a mother to her now. Teaching her new things and showing her what was right and what was wrong.
Lagoat smile widened as Rit agreed to her idea. Lagoat liked to see the light leave their eyes, to see the blood stain the ground and the dying wimpers of the pathetic dog they had killed. Lagoat stuck close to Rit now, for she wanted to learn everything the zombie dog had to teach her. Lagoat knew her games. She liked to toy with them. Some lived, most did not, for many things could anger her mistress. Lagoat sat off to the side, watching the afghan have her fun. And she gave a smug smile.
But her eyes narrowed as the pregnant dog spoke to her. To hher. Was that a threat? She couldn't make threats to this witch of a dog. Lagoat hissed and her hackles stood on end. She was in for it now, she could see the rage burning in Rit's eyes, even her blind one looked eerily angry. The small pup smiled, showing a set of blood stained fangs. She licked her lips and she watched Rit circle the poor dog. "Big mistake." She knew Rit. She wandered how long this pregnant dog would live for. she betted for about an hour maybe.
Friends? How could she of even thought of that. It was clear, and just made even clearer, that this female didn’t want to make friends. Echo listened in silence as the two spoke to her, spoke to each other, and spoke to the dieing boarder collie. She was stunned by the Afghan’s remark, and took a few seconds to come up with a reply. “She doesn’t” Echo stated. “I assume you are you own lady. And only listen to your own commands.” Echo stated; trying not to sound like a smartass.
Echo watched as the female drew closer to her, and showed her a glassy looking eye. It sent a shiver down Echo, but that wasn’t what scared her the most. It was the fact that the female, had a look as if she wanted to kill Echo. Actually rip her guts from the inside out. And Echo still stuck with her main though; she wanted to keep them on the inside. And she would do anything to keep them there.
Sadly; Echo still hadn’t transferred personalities. She was still in her old ways; even after all that Bloodhound put her though. Something was still holding her back. Maybe it was the fact that now, it was two on one. Echo knew she would be able to fend them off. But killing them was out of the question. For two reasons; one she didn’t want to. And two, she couldn’t.
Letting out a sigh, Echo looked away from the two females. She couldn’t stare into the eye any longer. It was giving her semi heart attacks. What ever the female was working towards, it was working.
Triss had been watching the Weimeraner sleep for quite awhile before she saw the killer come. She looked up...figurtiely, that is...at this fae. She gazed on. She was startled as a pup arrived. She had heared rumors that 'the beast has an apprentice', and she now confirmed it. The little pup was just as cruel as her role model, whom just happened to be Triss's as well, only no one knew that Triss looked up to the afghan.
She stepped lightly out of the brush, looking only a tad submissive to show that she was not planning on an attack.
"You've trainer her well, La Vache Qua Rit." she spoke simply, her rump plopping down on the ground lightly. She nodded to the pup, giving her her respect. It was odd; giving respect to a pup. But it was mainly because she didn't want to get on Rit's bad side. She sneered, gazing into the Border Collie's lifeless eyes. Her attention then turned over to Rit's current prey; the Weimeraner. She chuckled, gleaming at the dog cruelly. Her gaze gave a sort of 'Welcome to the world of pain' vibe.
[[ Yeah. Horrible post. I know it. I'm really tired. I'm just trying to get her in something. Also, sorru for jumping in like this. I've just got nowhere else to go to. ]]
Two deep chocolate eyes peered from beneath the rhododendron, like two glowing orbs on a dark summer's night. A slender rust-red frame belonging to a young Vizsla pregnant dog slunk low to the ground, padding ever so quietly towards the commotion, then froze. The female held perfectly motionless, still as a statue. She would have to wait to make her appearance: if she were to be caught spying like this then the ruthless Afghan would have her by the throat faster than she could cry out.
The pregnant dog went by Aely: the nickname for her birth name, Aelianne, given to her by her dam when she was just a pup. Aely's dam had slowly faded into the background of her life over the past few months, now only a shadow of the figure she was in Aely's life in her early years. The young Vizsla wondered where her mother was now... what she was doing... how she was living. Feeling a twinge of sorrow and longing for her mother, Aely mentally shook herself, disgusted at this new weakness she had discovered much to her dismay.
This is no way to behave if you want to become one of them! jeered the nasty little voice in the back of her mind. You don't need anyone. You wanted this, now there's no going back. You're on your own now, pup.
She tried to force her body to submit to this tacit will, yet she found herself feeling even worse when something that felt like guilt settled somewhere in her chest, weighing her down like a fifty-pound weight. Setting her jaw, the young pregnant dog mentally shoved off the emotional burden and settled down to wait, watching the Afghan and Weimaraner nearby. Aely felt her stomach lurch as she heard the dying Border Collie's pitiful whimper before it took its last breath and died at the paws of the merciless Afghan.
Swallowing hard, the pregnant dog forced her stomach to settle and prepared to step out into the alleyway. She wasn't afraid of the other female, rather she was a bit intimidated at the Afghan's power and ferocity. Forcibly suppressing another shudder at the sight of the now-dead collie, Aely silently crept out from under her covert and sat back on her haunches off to the side: she would wait to be noticed rather than just stroll on in. Doing so would be a fool's errand, and it would be sure to get her killed.
[[Not my best work, unfortunately... it's late and I'm trying to jump-start my muse again after its uncannily long respite. XD I gotta go for tonight, though... I'll be back tomorrow afternoon.]]
The dog's eyes peered into the darkness just beyond the gates. The smallest of sneers grew on her wirey features as she crouched low, gleaming harder. She knew somebeast was watching; the question was 'whom?'.
She identified this animal as a pregnant dog, due to it's size and structure; a Vizsla pregnant dog...or was it of the same race of Rit's prey? She couldn't tell...but wait. Was it moving? Yes; forward into the light. The tall dog leapt to her paws, her head low and her fangs bared. He muzzle was stained with dark crimson from her last kill, just hours past. The dryness of the blood made her look even more demonous. She slowly made her way around Rit's business and crept freely closer and closer to the un-expecting creature.
"And what's a little pup like you doing on Raven's land?" her tormenting voice rang out from her parted, red maw. She shifted to the right and then forward. The two dog's noses now touched and the demented pregnant dog's witch-like eyes glared into the other's. She tilted her head slightly and faked an attack, her jaws snapping just short of the Vizsla's kneck, perpously. She backed up, trying to let the pregnant dog think that the Wolfhound was just messing with her and was truly harmless.
She found herself drifting just a tad. When she had just come to the gates and a dog had greeted her. She had torn his ear first, then grasped his kneck after he had landed a few blows and held him, shaking him a tad, occasionally. Then, she loosened her grasp, letting the dog be fooled. She had then crunched down, easily hearing that satisfying crumble and crack of broken bones. Then his howl...oohhh. His howl. His pleading, helpless little yelp that made her smile her broad, wicked smile even to this day.
She pushed it the the back of her mind. She would allow it to come back to her once she rested later that night. Now she had another like that unfortunate dog to deal with. "Bad idea, puppy, wandering onto Raven's lands. Once you come in, you stay or die. Oo-hoo-hoo-oo-hoo." she spoke, her wicked, somewhat high-pitched voice letting out somewhat of a shiver-like cackle.
Her orb-like eyes were demented and crazy, glaring at the dog with wicked excitement; a set of partially-bared, steele jaws helping to frighten. This pregnant dog was truly, truly....insane. At least during the times when she was overly-excited.
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((Woah, zee thread suddenly got popular! O.O))
As the Weimaraner begun to speak, Rit's throat could be heard rumbling with a dangerous, low growl. Lips retracting, showing big yellowed fangs. The hair on her back standing on end; right now she looked just like some sort of mad wolf, ready to strike at any moment. "Shut up!" She then hissed, her jaws snapping with that one sentence. "You may think you're such a genius... that you stand highly above us, that your blood is tinted bleu..." Rit said stopping her circle. Black ears going back in acknowledgement of the Wolfhound's arrival. "But I can assure you... your blood is as red as his." The Afghan said, throwing her head to the side, for Echo to know she spoke about the Border Collie; black, greasy hair fell on her eyes, leaving only the white one visible.
The corners of her bloody mouth twisted upwards with a sinister kind of smirk. That Wolfhound was one of those intending to follow her steps. And she liked that, though she would never admit; that was half the fun of the game. The Wolfhound however, didn't distract her vulture-like gaze; her good eye was fixed on echo, filled with hatred. If only looks could kill... "You see, Einstein?" Rit mocked. "That mutt is so much smarter than you..." La Vache said, her voice turning even colder and more venomous than usual. "She knows better than to get into battles, that she cannot win." Rit threated.
Once her speech finished, the air grew dense with tension... her little game was nearly over-- she was just about to attack.
(O.O)
Lagoat sat next to the dead border collie. She seemed not to be afraid of the dead corpse, she was so calm, as if she were sitting next to her mother or a friend. She smirked and chuckled evily as the stupid pregnant dog spoke. She was surely going to die now. Lagoat's head perked up as anotehr pregnant dog entered the scene. This one was wiser. Lagoat smiled back at her and then went on watching the little spat between Rit and Echo. It was just so sickening to see such a young soul so insane, with so much blood-lust in ehr veins. Her eyes widened sadistically and as her grin widened, blood-stained fangs were shown, her excitment boiling up inside her.
And then yet another pregnant dog came. She had been hiding in the bushes, and Lagoat had not noticed her at first. She watched the Vizsla sit down away from their happy little group. She was smart too. But look! Triss was giving her a 'warm' welcome. Lagoat growled. Why couldn't a pup come so she could have her fun. She trotted up to Rit. She looked up to ehr like a mother now. She taught her, taught her things she had never known. She looked after her, but most often Lagoat looked after herself so she could become stronger. She could tell that Triss looked up to Rit aswell. She snarled at ehr while she was turned away. Rit was hers! And only hers! She looked at the Weimaraner with an evil grin, her chocolate eyes glinting. "Got any last words pregnant dog?" She sounded so much odler than she was. Her voice sounding low yet sadistic and insane.
Silence. Echo was enjoying her own silent movement. First one female came into the area, and complimented the Afghan. Then through the shadows, a Vizsla came traveling in. She seemed to be the talk of the conversation, when the small pup and the other female began to taunt her. Echo felt a bit relieved. The last thing that had been said to her was to shut up. And she planed to stick with that.
Echo, was also given an explanation how her blood was not blue, but red. Echo had never really felt highly of herself. She never found herself trying to be the best. But she was sure it was somewhere inside of her. The demon was just waiting to poke through; and take over. Echo was searching hard for it too. She had to find the courage and strength to stand up, and defend her own self. But what would bring the demon out?
Hate for her brothers! That would do the trick. But when was she to unleash the power? The Afghans words flooded back into Echo’s mind, ‘that mutt is so much smarter than you …She knows better than to get into battles, that she cannot win.’ If a fight did break loose, could she take on all four of the dogs? Echo doubted it. Two she might be able to defend off, but not four. Only skilled fighters could take on all four of these opponents.
As each second ticked on, Echo was becoming something that she wasn’t. It was like the demon that entered her body (at three months of age), was dormant; and was now starting to wake up. But why? Was it because Echo was easily influenced? She followed the crowd? Yes; it is true. Which ever way the wind blows, Echo follows.
Letting out a sigh, Echo remained silent. Speaking would only get her into a deeper hole. So with her keeping quiet and remaining slightly submissive, Echo hoped the hole she was in, would fill up with dirt. Allowing her to climb out safely. But who knows. The winds were changing. And Echo had already learned a lot about this group of females. They were mean, aggressive, and unpredictable. And something inside of Echo, wanted to be just like them.
A twig snapped and Aely's batlike ears swiveled forward, her sleek frame suddenly rigid. The young pregnant dog raised her muzzle in disgust, glaring down at the Wolfhound pregnant dog that had approached her. Aely's lip raised and curled in a mixed expression of revulsion and "watch it." Aely watched the Wolfhound pregnant dog intently through eyes like chips of solid amber, scrutinizing this new pregnant dog. She had the uncanny ability to "x-ray" strangers, so she called it: watching his or her behavior and actions very carefully to predetermine or get a general idea of his or her character.
Without warning, the Wolfhound lunged. Aely tried to resist the urge to flinch and pull away to show she wasn't afraid, but the proximity of the Wolfhounds powerful jaws to her neck was too close to risk. She could shelve her pride enough to play it smart.
Heart pumping furiously with an adrenaline rush, Aely dodged the pregnant dog's snapping jaws by shifting a few inches to the right. Her ears roared with the sound of her blood pumping through her ears, and the sensation emboldened her. But the Wolfhounds words bit into her, like a stake driven through her heart.
A pup?! hissed the nasty voice. You are no longer a pup! You have lived on your own, braved the unruly forest! You. Are. Not. A. Pup.
A growl rumbled deep in Aely's throat, progressing to a venemous snarl as the young Vizsla pregnant dog peeled her upper lip away from her sharp fangs, exposing them to the chilly night air.
"I am not a pup," she spat bitterly, voicing the thoughts spinning wildly about her clear head. Locking her steely gaze on the Wolfhound's own insane one she spoke again, in a calmer, more deadly tone. "And did you honestly think I stumbled upon this city by accident?" she jeered, throwing the Wolfhound a dirty look and a lopsided grin. "I came here with a purpose. A clear-cut vision. The determination to achieve my goal." She paused, grinning her sinister, lopsided grin once again. "Now, unless you are as dumb as that rock over there I expect you know full well why I am here," she added airily, her tone clipped and icy.
[[ Hehe. Two things, Aelyluff; A Viszla can't look down at an Irish Wolfhound. Noway. ;D And another; it's freakweird being ebil to each other, eh? xD ]]
The tall pregnant dog grinned as the desired affect took part; the femme had flinched away slightly from her jaws. Her head tilted to the side a bit as she observed the pregnant dog standing before her. Nice stature; great for running, I suppose. Got the makings of a killer here. she thought as her eyes ran over the fae. Triss's muscle rippled under her wirey pelt as she shifted her weight to her left side.
The pregnant dog's next words flowed to Triss. She laughed her twisted laugh and stood, staring straight into the Vizsla's eyes. "Not a pup? Oh. Alright, pregnant dog. You're a big girl, then." she teased. She was back to her normal, tricky self, not the crippling, insane dog of a few moments before. She now saw her opponent's fangs and smiled. "You're tough, pup...er. Big girl." she coninued. "And I find it hard to believe that you just stumbled in here on accident. But it's worse than you could ever imagine." Her head tilted again. "But, enough of that. Enough of this. We are alike, you see? Walk with me, Big Girl." she sais with a false kindness that sh purposely made very easy to detect. She tossed her head a bit behind her. She would not turn her back on this one. What a little apprentice...but not so. A little 'partner in crime', you see.
((That's right, Irish Wolfhounds are the tallest dog breed out there-- some can be as big as a little pony!))
Echo's plan wasn't working. The small amounts of submission she showed just seemed to irk Rit even more. Single eye narrowing, furry ears going back, listening to Lagoat's words. She did indeed sound much older than what she was. My little Gremlin... La Vache thought proud. Ah, but she would feel proud of Lagoat later, now, all she wanted was to kill Echo.
"You heard." She then said, and the air froze into a mixture that almost made breathing impossible because of its thickness; the black afghan's body was stiff as a wooden plank. If she dared to... breathe, she would kill her.
Slow seconds of torture passed, as Rit just stared in Echo's eyes challenging.
"Time's up." La Vache said, and before you could blink, she was already attacking Echo. Just like the Bloodhound, the Afghan knew better than to launch a single attack per round, her deadly, already bloodstained jaws aimed for the Weimaraner's eyes, while her forelimbs, armed with all the strength of a leap, aimed at her chest. Fortunately for Echo, La Vache wasn't near as powerful as the Elite, but unfortunately for her, she had much better aim.
The dead Collie laid there as a proof of what she could do.
‘Now, unless you are as dumb as that rock over there I expect you know full well why I am here.’ Echo was almost positive that comment was directed towards her. So now she was a dumb rock; that wasn’t something to be proud of. Looking at the Vizsla, Echo sneered. A rock!? She would rather be called a pup; after all, at least it was living. Rolling her eyes, Echo shoved the pointless thought away. No use getting herself into more trouble. And speaking of trouble, Echo heard the Afghans sharp words. Her time was up.
Looking into the direction of the Afghan, Echo didn’t have much time to react to the attack. The female jumped at her making a lunge for both her eyes and chest. Echo didn’t have the time to get a firm grip on the ground, or the chance to steady her balance. All she knew to do in such a quick time of judgment was to dodge the attack; as she always did.
As Echo did a semi side step twist, Echo could feel the breathe of the other rising along her. Lowering her head, Echo knew the danger was not over. She had dodged the attack towards the eyes, but had forgotten about her chest. A powerful blow hit her, which left her staggering backwards. Taking in a deep breathe, Echo felt prickles of pain. Everything was fine with her internal organ, but the outside would be bruised and sore for days after.
Turning around to face the Afghan, Echo had more time to prepare herself. Echo raised her hackles, and lowered her ears. A slight ringing was also heard in her ears. The ring seemed to drown out the rest of the world, and gave Echo pure control of her. But it wasn’t exactly Echo who had control; it was the demon that had been dormant for so long. Something had triggered its awakening. What it was, Echo would never know. All she knew, or thought she knew, was she was ready to fight. All of her old morals were forgotten. They were nothing but the past.
Her secrets, her father, mother, and even her brothers, were forgotten. Nothing mattered except proving herself right now. So taking a defensive approach, Echo showed that she had been pushed to far. The bloodhound drove her to the cliff, and now this Afghan pushed her over. She was going to make one hell of a come back. Joining that strange thing the bloodhound mentioned was forgotten. But she was sure it would be mention in the near future. And if he truly was in it, Echo would need to have a word with him.
Echo wasn’t thinking about the consequences she might have from accepting this female challenge, but she was sure it couldn’t be worse than death. And she was sure; she didn’t want to end up like the dead collie. But that collie could work to her advantage. The Afghan would be slightly weakened by now; after all, she’d just made one kill. Echo, possibly, could slide by easily with this. La Vache Qua Rit, as she called herself, wouldn’t be exactly up to par. This was good.
Making a daring attack for the Afghans shoulder, Echo came at her with wide jaws. And as a backup plan, Echo would latch onto the female with her talons. She knew they would not cause pain or suffering, but it would give her time to grab hold of her opponent, and let her prepare for her next attack. And as the shoulder attack was given, Echo made plans (if she latched on) to easily slide her way up the female’s throat.
Lagoat gave a grizzly smile as her gaze flickered from her Mistress, to Echo, and to the otehr two arguing only a few meters away. Oooh! what fun. She couldn't wait untill Rit taught her how to fight. Lagoat couldn't wait to grow up strong and healthy. She would become an Elite, a dog to be feared through every corner of this city, just like her Mistress Rit. Her choclate eyes shone with the blood-lust as she watched on, licking her lips like some demonic hell-child.
She stood eagerly as La Vache Qua Rit attacked the stupid pregnant dog. She was in for it now. Lagoat threw back her ehad and gave a sickening howl, calling for all the spirits to aid her Mistress with this kill. She was on her toes, ready to dodge out of the way if the fight came to close. Even this little demon was not stupid. She knew not to beddle in grown-up affairs. But she was also ready to protect ehr Mistress if needs be too. Lagoat was smart, but still protective of her Witch of a friend. La Vache seemed almost motherly to Lagoat. Maybe.
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