Empty Thumb Stones

[Fritz]

Date: 21 Dec, 2006 -- 27 Dec, 2006

Characters:
Ice, Pitbull
Fenrir, Dobermann
Lupus, Estrela Mountain Dog
Fritz, Greyhound

Summary: A general meeting of various dogs.

[Fritz]

Quickly four white socks hit the ground. The femme was trotting at a rather fast pace. She was exercising herself. It was early in the morning. She had just gotten up from eating some rats that she found. She smiled slightly as she looked around. Her optics watching the area. After some moments she came to a halt as she saw a large gate. The place was a bit misty. As it cleared up she looked around. Her icey optics scanning the place. A small smirk crept up her muzzle. She smiled a bit as she already liked the place. She wasn't a human so she couldn't read what there was written on the gates.

But she knew that it was a cemetery. she smiled a bit more and looked around again. She can look around here for a moment. As she walked she came towards a large thumb. there she looked inside it and saw some bones and a open coffin. As she walked closer and got up on her two pads she looked into the coffin. She sniffed it slightly and saw human bones along with a dress. She got back down and sneezed. Everything was in dust. She walked out of the thumb and walked around the cemetery a bit.

She came to a halt were there wasn't thumb stones. There was this tree that has dried out. And some others that were losing there leaves. Fall, she liked it a bit but wasn't that much. She needed to pay attention with the males as they can start acting strange. She sighted and knew that they can rape her. But they had a low chance as she fought them off of her. She hated them. Her icey optics turned to watch a black bird. She seated herself down and watched the sky. Her nares were on alert to scent any odd scents.


Fenrir had been wandering in the cemetery for a while now; she liked the dark, gloomy aura that surrounded the place, it was, like magic. Finding her wasn’t a rare thing, she often came here to think, she saw this place as a "safe place", a place were no one would come to disturb her. No one here was so brave, or so she had thought.

The female dobermann was sitting near some tombstones, when she smelled something. It was another dog, another female, Fenrir felt angered instantly; her secret place had been discovered! The dobermann then stood up and walked towards her, brown socks walking with amazing stealth behind the other female. In a normal occasion, she would have chased the intruder away, no questions asked, but not today; today she was somewhat bored, so she decided to go and poke fun out of her, she enjoyed to scare off people after all.

Silently, Fenrir observed, as the female studied the cemetery carefully, studying every detail, and writing it down in an invisible notepad in her head; she obviously haven’t been there before. The dobermann decided that she would be overwhelmed with all the new scents and shapes, so she wouldn’t easily notice her presence, so she walked closer, and when they got to behind some oak trees, she spoke, her voice sounded with as much dominance and authority as she could gather:

"May I ask...What are you doing here?" The main object of her dominant tone was to scare her, Fenrir couldn’t wait to see her quivering in fear, submitting to her. An evil smile was drawn in her brown maw, revealing rows of perfectly white and deadly teeth.

((sorry; took so long D:))



The female watched the area curiously. She was getting to know this new place. Trying to remember the new scents she wondered if she would remember the scent of the cemetery and the way to this place. She smiled slightly more as she looked at the dead tree. Her white socks and her blue body gleamed slightly. The place was all misty and in the distance only the fog was to be seen. A creepy place. But this was just the kind of place Ice liked. She is a cold blood lusting femme. Nothing can pass her without getting her deadly personality. But only if she plays the role of a kind dog they won't even know that behind the mask there is a blood thirsty dog.

H[er smile vanished as the scent of another entered her nostrils. Her auds perked to hear anything. But almost nothing was to be heard then the birds chirping. The sun was rising and some light has came to the dark cemetery. The place was rather dead. She thought. But what else can you expect in fall everything is dying and preparing for winter. The trees lost there leaves. The female was thinking of who this other dog was. It was the scent of a female. She wondered witch dog would roam around this place. She sighted and looked around. Then she heard a voice. The dominance in her voice made her twitch slightly.

She hated this more then everything. But she remained calm. She hated others that thought they were better. It just didn't go with her. She stood there like a log. Not moving an inch. Her muscles tensed slightly. She took a deep breath before turning back. She needed to stay calm and not turn angry and turn the table around. She didn't know the place that good but knew well were the exit was. As she turned her optics focused on the other female. She held herself high and didn't lower her position. She isn't the one to low herself to anyone or worse bow to anyone. She looked around and watched the area.

Then turned her glimpse back at the female. Her maw split open as the pure bled pit bull spoke. "I'm just walking around. And who may you be?" She said in a cold voice. Her voice was always like that. It had a sweetness and yet a chilling tone to it making it send trills down to ones spine and scaring them immediately. She watched the femme. She didn't blinked. Her optics reflected her image like a mirror. It was glassy like she was dead. The femme waited for the other's reaction. Anything she would do she was ready for it.



The light from the rising sun illuminated the other canine, revealing that she was...oh, no! a pit bull! When she noticed this, Fenrir gave a step backwards, these dogs were much stronger, and could easily injure a dobermann, badly.

Fenrir decided that her appearance was far too important to risk it up like that; she better thought of something, quick. Hmm, what was she going to do? well, she could try to run away, and she would easily outrun this...thing, but she wasn’t sure, running away would portray her as the coward that she really was, but she didn't want this, this would be damaging to her popularityp; after all, who would want to follow the orders of someone that was said to be a coward?

No one for sure; if she really wanted to get a high position in a close future, she needed to perform perfectly. She decided that the best option available was to remain there, trying to appear brave, and dominant towards the pit bull, if matters turned wrong for her, then she would not hesitate to run away, but she was going to give a try at appearing brave.

She again gathered all of her courage, and dominance, and answered "I, am Fenrir." She said, her name was pronounced as if it was the best possible name in existence; after all, Fenrir had always thought very highly of herself. Her muscles were also tensed, she was ready to turn and run if things turned ugly, but her posture was that of dominance, even thought she felt somewhat intimidated towards the bull terrier, she didn’t show any of it, instead, she looked pretty tough and confident. But it was all faked.


The femme watched the other. Her optics still reflecting her image. Ice thought of the femme for awhile and then knew that she was a doberman. She smiled slightly as she watched her. Her smile was of a dead beast wanting blood. She looked at her, her optics were still glassy like she was dead. And her appearance was more intimidating then the devil. Her auds perked as she heard her voice. Her jaws split open as her voice was spilt out into the air. She wasn't a bit afraid of this femme. "I am cursed Ice." She said with a cold chilling voice. Her muscles were still ready for anything. she would dodge and counter attack her if she was to attack Ice. As she watched the femme she looked as if she was staring but she wasn't. She was intimidating the other scaring them. She waited for her reaction.

OOC: Sorry so short but I am giving my room a new color that's why I'm a bit busy...



The female dobermann silently contemplated Ice, her almond shaped brown eyes paying especial attention to every detail. "I am cursed Ice" The pit-bull said. Brown eyes met with ice cold orbs, Fenrir was somewhat fascinated with the resemblance that these eyes held to those of a dead thing. "Living dead?" she thought, and the eye contact was broken when a crow squawked. Of course she wasn’t a living dead, such creatures did not exist; but they were standing in a graveyard, how appropriate.

"So, what does it bring you to these places?" she said, as she walked a little bit, emerging from the shadows, she headed towards the first nearby tombstone; her voice had changed considerably since the last time she spoke, now it was somewhat sweet, but with deadly poison hidden under it. She now seemed to be concentrated in studying the tombstone, but she really was keeping an eye on Ice at every moment.

The pit-bull looked considerably insane; it wasn’t safe to stop watching her at any moment. Fenrir wasn’t the kind of dog that would take unnecessary risks, and a little more of distance wouldn’t hurt anyone.


The femme watched the other. She wasn't interested bit in her. She was just wandering around untill she came. The femme didn't bother much now with her. But as she moved her optics straitened a bit more. Her optics sharpened a bit more. IT turned into a glare that paralyzed the opponent. Her auds perked at hearing her voice. She then replied. Iron jaws split open as she spoke. "Just exploring." She said brief. She was at times short and didn't say much. Her auds perked slightly at hearing the birds. She hated them. In the corner of her eye she saw the animal. A growl was rumbling deep in here chest. But she didn't let it out. She looked back at the femme. Her optics following her everymovements. It was scary, lie something dead was watching you. Even if you havn't seen her you feel like something is watching you. The presence fo her had an aura of evil and death. The femme seated herself down. But she wasn't stupid and didn't let her guard down. The pure bred watched the thumb and then her. She waited for her reaction.

OOC: XD short...


Fenrir watched as the female sat, and she felt somewhat insulted; how dared she to get so comfortable in her presence?? Like if the dobermann posed no threat! Of course she was a threat, a very dangerous and cunning threat. And since she was smart, she realized that there was nothing that she could o about the pit-bull. She looked pretty insane and dangerous, like if she would fight to the death. Fenrir didn’t want to die, so she decided to leave before she could do something that might anger her.

Fenrir began to walk towards the gate, her pace slow and care-free, like saying "I’m leaving because I want, not because you intimidate me" though it wasn’t true. When she was almost at the rusted gates, she turned her head to look at Ice "Well, then, see you around, Ice." She said, and she continued her way. She was trying to sound as polite as possible, she didn’t like the idea of giving her back to that pit-bull.

At the end, when she almost was at the gates, she rushed her pace a bit, completely ignoring the coffin with the bones and the dress; in a normal occasion that would have deserved further investigation, but now, she was more interested in leaving the graveyard in one piece. Once that she had crossed the rusted iron gates, she felt an immense relief, and once that she found himself farther away, she began to think; to think in how vulnerable she was, alone, in the streets. Even though she was an innate fighter, a larger dog, such at that pit-bull could put her into trouble.

Hmm… but the only pack in miles was that old gang, the Death Callers. And even Fenrir had heard what these dogs had done; they were under the command of that bull mastiff, Raven, according to what she had heard, he was fearless. So how in the world could she become alpha if there was that Raven in the way? She couldn’t, so perhaps she would have to content with a simple “high rank”?

Fenrir contemplated the streets for a moment, and then she thought that if she didn’t find herself a pack, soon, then she would have to live in fear of a larger dog coming to kill her; and that simply wasn’t her. Yes, it has been decided, she was going to join the Death Callers next. She would make her name be know, be feared, just like Raven did. Fenrir would have to obey his commands though, and that was the only thing that bothered her. She wanted power, not a larger dog that would order her around, yet she preferred the annoying superior to her bloody corpse found in the streets because she got in a fight with a more powerful dog.

((Sorry, cheap post… Fenrir has left the area, and I am joining the Death Callers next : D))



The Estrela Mountain dog watched with a determind expression as the female doberman left, a deignified air surrounding her appearence. Lupus observed her surroundings, shuddering slightly. Cemetaries were not of her liking, and the whole vibe sent a shiver through her spine. But even more, was where she contemplated where the doberman was going. The world has lost another to the Death Stalkers... Oh, how Lupus wished she could bring peace among these oblivious canines. It was always fight and kill, kill and fight. Clawing the ground, she growled deeply at the thought of the one dog she wished to bring down. Raven...

But now wasn't the time. The pit bull called Ice, she believed, did not look like one of those blood thirsty scraps, but not necessarily the friendliess of females she wished to encounter. But why would she be here? Not wishing to frighten her, she emerged quickly, keeping her eyes emotionless accept with a spark of wise nature illuminating her dark orbs.

"Greetings," she said simply, bowing her head in a welcome motion. "Who was that female, the doberman, that is."



The femme watched the other one. She wasn't as kind as the others. The femme was just evil. She looked around the area. Then back at the other femme. Her icey optics staring at her coldly. Her auds perked at hearing what she said. She was happy that she was walking away. She looked at the area and then watched her walk away. Now she has time to look around the place a bit more. Trying to get to learn the place a bit more. The femme watched the area. Her icey optics locking on a dead tree with a crow in it. The pregnant dog turned her powerful yet quick slender body. Her nares then caught a scent. She sighted and tried to remain calm. She was just a bit wanting to get to know the place and didn't want no one to disturb her.

Her optics turned to focus on the now arriving femme. She watched the esa with her cold optics. Her optics mirrored her image. It was like the dead watching you and you watching the dead. Her auds perked at hearing her voice. Iron jaws split open as she spoke in her normal sweet yet cold voice. Only her voice will send chills down to your spine. Why do you ask? She said as she watched her. A growl was still rumbling slightly in her chest. Anything can anger her right now. But she tried her best to remain calm. The pregnant dog seated herself down as she watched this one. Her posture still the same as she watched the femme. She waited for what she will say. But then she thought that she will be here for more moments. So Ice decided to give her an answer. "Fenrir." She said brief. Her optics staring at the femme trying intimidate her. She waited for what she would do next.



"Fenrir..." she repeated, holding the icy gaze of the opposite female. Her body remained calm and firm, but she knew it was unecessary. Lupus had endured much in her life, and this one dog's hostile attire didn't make her budge an inch. She could encounter Death Stalkers with a slight flip of her tail. But still, it was not wise to make an enemy, and allying herself with a pit bull would put her in a very good position. Besides, Lupus was big for a young female.

Lupus pulled her ears back in acknowledgment. She realized that the female still asked her a question. Why do you ask? Lupus grumbled a chuckle deep in her throat at the female's distrust. "I ask because I am interested. Unless you're one of those canines who lives under the impression that the Death Stalkers are nothing but a rumor to scare troublesome pups, I very much disagree. During these times, I get to know another each day, wondering who I may trust and who may become my greatest advesaries. That, my aquaintance, is why I ask."
Lupus sighed to herself, shaking off a loose leaf that clutched to her long fur. She sat with casual air, and waited for the pit bull to respond.



The female watched the other. She was in a bad mood today. She was getting a strange feeling. She started to think about this place as a place to come and think. But it all changed as there are many dogs here. Already she enidiotered two. She sighted and auds perked as she heard the others voice. Her icey optics watching her. She was like a dead dog. There wasn't a spark of life in her. But she was alive and breathing. But her looks didn't look so. But when she is done with a fight were she got very injured then she looks more like a dead animal walking.

She seated herself down as by the looks of this female she wasn't one to seek trouble. But Ice is a trouble dog. But right now she just needs to get to know the place better. Iron jaws parted as her words flew out ever so cold. "I'm no Death Stalker. I'm just a street dog." She said as she watched the female. Her optics then turned to were the other female has went and left. Then she turned her optics back to watch this femme. The blood of a pit bull runs trough her veins. Her whole family, her bloodline came from years of breeding fighting dogs. It was in her blood right now to fight. But not all pits were fighters. Some didn't have it in them. She waited for what she would say next. The femme tried to relax right now and not walk away as it will look a bit rude. Well not a bit but it is rude to do so.



Lupus followed Ice's gaze, observing the last stretch of smokey land that Fenrir had left. I'll meet her later... but it won't be in a friendly mood. Her fur brushed softly against a tomb, filling her senses in a deeper level of paranoia. Death shrouded this part of the city. Odd, though, that the Death Stalkers had not claimed this section. It was most to their liking, but the thought sent another shiver, but she restrained herself for it to be visible.

Snarled or not, Lupus kept her back straight, nodding in comprehension as the female asked her, deathly icy eyes burning themselves into Lupus's skin. For a minute she just sat there, matching Ice's gleam with a little more astutness until it occured to herself that she had not introduced. "I am called Lupus...and it is a pleasure to know that you are not part of those brutes."

Lupus hummed a sound from deep in her throat, sadly recollecting the events that led her into her desire to bring peace, as well as the tragedy the Death Stalkers had brough to her.



"Lupus?" The smooth tone broke the momentary silence. Fritz had moved softly through the cemetary towards the two, carefully picking his way across the graves and the rotten sticks and loam. The slim racer had been on his way towards the market place when he had heard his friend's voice and that of a stranger. Curious as always, he had slipped in.

"Lupus, I thought I'd heard you in here..." His sentence trailed off as he padded up beside her, his tail giving a single wag. Brown eyes flicked to the pitbull pregnant dog and the same question that he had when he met any other unfriendly dog came to mind. Death Stalker? He hadn't heard Ice's reply about the pack only moments before.

Fritz gave her an uneasy glance before he again spoke to Lupus. "Sorry, I didn't know you were visiting. I'll go if you wish..."



Lupus perked her ears, turning her head to smile gratefully. "Hello Fritz. Leaving is unecessary, I was just talking with Ice here." Her tail wagged softly, slapping gently against Fritz's leg with a humorous gleam reverbrating the unknown feel to her dark eyes. Before she could answer, Lupus turned mechanically to the pitbull, not knowing how she would react.

"Forgive me, Ice. If you feel uncomfortable with us being here, we'll leave." For a brief second, Lupus hoped that Ice would comply so she could travel with Fritz again. They had shared many unique yet familiar thoughts with eachother, and Lupus missed the company of her friend. But as soon as it arrived, she also hoped that Ice would be unphased by the hound's appearence. Ice looked very grim and almost dead, and it interested Lupus enough to get to know her.

Quickly, she licked Fritz's ear cheerfully. "It's good to see you again. For a minute, I thought you had left the city." Lupus kept her voice firm and neutral, despite her enthusiasm.



The female sat there watching them. Her body didn't move. Only her chest were she breathe in and out. Her optics were like staring. She was like a sitting statue with the fake marble eyes. They didn't move they only moved when you moved. It was like a mirror. Her icey optics reflected the others image. They were cold and nothing of life was in them. The femme was sitting right there, like a statue watching her. Her auds perked slightly just moving a milimeter as she listened to what the female had to say. "I heard little about the Death Stalkers. I was very close to seeing there leader but another mutt took my attention away and I had no other choice but to put it's life to an end." She said coldly.

She hated that mutt. That mongrel was of no use. He was just a pest. He kept on barking like crazy at her with no sense. She started to hate him when he was following her around and talking bad things about her. Ice cleared her mind at the scent of another. Her optics moved slightly. Some seconds after a winddog came out of the shadow. The name is a perfect name. They run like the wind. She then heared her speak this females name. The thought of him knowing her already made Ice think. Maybe they were mates of friends. She didn't know but these two didn't have the aura of evil in them. The way they speak it wasn't in them.

Bt it was in her. After years of breeding the devil dogs they have a result that is devestating. After hearing the two talk she watched them. Focusing her optics to watch the two. A cold wind blew by. It was a sign that winter was close and that she needed to prepare for the snow. She wasn't that friendly with the snow. The female sat there waiting for them to talk to her. Actualy for her is best to leave. But she knew it was rude and not a good first impression. She always made the impression of a serial killer. A silent deadly assassin. Welll that was her nickname. Assassin. But she didn't like it much and goes by her mothername Ice.



Fritz shivered as the cold wind came down on him. He listened politely as Ice spoke, all the while still holding a certain amount of suspicion against her. The few dogs that had gotten so close to Raven and then turned their backs to his pack had died; had been murdered. It was only natural for the greyhound to be wary of the pitbull for that alone. Not to mention those eyes...

He gave a glance to Lupus at Ice's mention of the life that she had put to an end. Despite his time here and his previous experiences, killing another dog for little reason was still a strange, and worrisome, concept to him.

Realizing that he hadn't introduced to the white female, he gave a soft cough and said, "Ah, my name's Fritz, by the way. I believe I missed yours...?" He gave a small, friendly smile to Ice.



Lupus merely watched as her friend began to introduce himself, a nervous nature to his posture. She cast him a warning glance, understanding Ice's position. The Estrela also had come into a near-death contact with a Death Stalker, and one that made her paws scrape at the earth senselessly. Those merciless peice of scraps! Even at her own thoughts, Lupus cringed. No, she reminded herself. I work for peace, not vengence...

But deep in her heart, she knew the answer.

(((Sorry, short post)))



The female watched the two. Her icey optics watched them coldly. She wasn't much of a friendly dog. She wasn't friendl at all. She was just silent and bloodlusting. The assassin listened to what the other said. As she heard his name she thought. 'Worthless mutt.' He must be shivering of fright inside. She smiled a bit at the thought. Then reminding herself to introduce herself she then stated her name. "Ice." She watched the two with her death glaring optics. She sighted and got up. This was already a sign of boredom. For the fun she might attack them. Her face slowly changed into an evil grin. Her face showing a bit that she wanted some fun.

And her kind of fun was shattering blood. She took a step forward watching the two coldly. She didn't care how many they were how big or how heavy. She just fought. She loved the name and the game. Her optics burning there images slightly. She was going to attack them at any moment. The place was starting to get cold and some snow started to fall down. She didn't care. Moving kept her warm for the moment. And a fight will defently keep her warm. She started to think of having there hides in her iro jaws. The red liquid running down her snow white neck. She almost chuckled at the thought. She wanted to thought to come in real.



Lupus immediatley stood, eying the pitbull with a raising suspicion. The way Ice's grin took a turn and her legs rose, an air of death filled her nostrils. She matched Ice's glaring orbs with a mixture of pure distrust. Her fur shivered as the snow broke her concentration. Lupus straightened quickly, keeping her voice neutral and her posture emotionless. She nudged Fritz.

"Let us go. It was a..pleasure to meet you Ice." Lupus chose her words carefully. "Come Fritz. We have much catching up to do, anyway."

The Estrela took another glare at Ice before beginning to walk slightly to the left towards the entrance of the cementary. Afraid? Of course not! But Lupus wasn't about to waste her time with a dog who had a Death Stalker nature. She and Fritz would not become part of these tomb stones tonight.



Worthless mutt, indeed! Had Fritz heard the pitbull's thought, he would have readily gone to battle to defend his honor. Fritz was no mutt; he was a descendant of the purest, oldest bloodline in history. And shivering with fear? Not in the slightest. He had met a lot of bad eggs like Ice in the past and knew how to keep his cool. Worthless mutt.... bah!

Nonetheless, the greyhound's hackles raised as the aura of aggression became suddenly aware around the pitbull. Like Lupus, he could almost smell her bloodlust in the frosty wind.

Fritz gave a nod to his friend, adding a "Yes, let's." He kept his eyes locked on Ice as he backed away with Lupus. Never turn your back openly on an aggressive dog... not yet.

Snowflakes fell in the wind, dusting all with a wet layer of temporary white. Winter was fast upon the land. In the realm of strays and all wild beasts, the time of death was growing near.



Ice watched the two with her ice cold optics. Her smirk was of an evil dog that needed blood to live. Like a vampire seeking blood from others to suck. She chuckled slightly in her self. Her optics locking down on the two. She could see there bodies already lying. She couldn't hold it in any longer. Her auds perked at hearing the Estrela Mountain dogs words. She then replied with a cool normal voice. "Leaving so fast?" She said as she watched them. Her optics still burning like hell. The ice didn't melt but it was like a flame that wasn't warm. Her royal blue body and white he could already see it stained with there blood. She took a step forward and her jaws split open.

She shut it again. Her optics watching there bodies now not even focusing. As the femme spoke to go with the brute she tried to follow them. But then she pulled herself back and told herself to go and explore the place. But now something, the urge of killing came into her blood. It started to boil for something. It was of a fight and violnence. She wanted something a dog to fight and torture. Then slowly kill. As the two walked away she grunted. 'There gone.' She thought as she didn't scented there scent no more. She sighted and started to move onwards exploring the place.