Dark wonders out for the first time at night

[Fritz]

Date: 7 Feb, 2007 -- 8 Feb, 2007

Characters:

Dark, Akita
Evane, Pharoah Hound
La Vache Qua Rit, Afghan Hound
Mugsy, English Bulldog

Summary: Dark finds death lurking in the cemetary. And Mugsy enters to clean up the mess.

[Fritz]

Dark walks into the musty clearing. The grass was covered in dew. The rocks, slimy from the last rain, longed for sunlight. The tombstones cracked and crumbled. Dark slowly and carefully stepped over the crushed tombstones.” where are all the dogs?” Dark ponders while looking around. Dark smells a faint smell of Mice… He begins to hunt.

Dark lies down and snacks on the small finch he caught.” there are no dogs in this park of the cemetery…. Why is that?” Dark asks himself. Dark lifts his head…perks his ears…sniffs the air.” A DOG!!” thoughts go racing through his mind. I smell another dog!



"They had to bury you in this filthy cemetary, didn't they Master?" Evane asked herself as she hoped over a fallen Tombstone, on her way to her Masters Grave. The air smelt damp from the last rain, and Evane was still wet from it as well. A Dogs scent passed through her nose, causing her to growl as she turned her head in the direction of the smell.

"Someone invades my turf?" She growls again as she makes her way closer to the dog, stopping when the smell of Death Stalker passes through her nose. So this dog was a Death Stalker? And a Male to? Her growling ceased and she made her way closer to the dog, stopping near a tree when the dog came into view, near her Masters grave. "If I was you, Male, I would move three steps to your right, you are standing atop my Masters grave." She said in a strangely calm voice that was not like her at all. She stood, feet planted on the spot, near the tree and waited for the dog to move.


Dark Steps back. "I tried to make know harm” said Dark in a voice that was not to sure if the dog was going to attack or great him with a warm welcome. Dark steps toward the dog carefully…”It is Dark by the way”. Dark notices that the strange dog has no sent of the Death stalkers clan.” I have just come to hunt… I sense you aren’t part of DS clan?” rasies his head… sniffs” what clan do you come from?”



Evane moved to her Masters grave now and sat atop it, something she always did. "I am part of no clan, though I wish to be a Death Stalker." She said, laying down now on the grave. "And I am Evane, just Evane." She introduced herself. A droplet of rain fell onto Evane's Muzzle, causing her to sneeze. The rain was returning, it was only a matter of time.


By now Dark had approached the dog. "Nice to have met you evane" Dark mutters while whipping the raindrops off of Evane's muzzle. “It would be raining again " Dark turns and heads for sheltter. Are you coming?” Dark asks looking back only once. Dark runs to the large Oak tree. There is a cave made by the Torn up roots of the tree. Darks look around to see if Evane fallowed him.



"Goodbye til tonight Master." Evane said, nuzzling the Tombstone before running off after Dark. The shelter was nice, warm, dry. Evane sighed and nuzzled Dark. Evane was calm after visiting her Masters grave, the thought of killing temporarily gone from her mind.


"So tell me about yourself!” Dark hesitantly remarked.... "Who was the person was your master?" Dark asks. Dark sniffs the fresh sent of Muck "I love the smell of rain!" Dark proclaims with an open heart. Dark shivers. "Yet it always seems to be cold out when it rains, and once this fur gets yet it stays wet!" Dark mutters. Dark pushes his muzzle against Evane's


"Won't you guys just SHUT UP??" A poisonous voice thundered in the graveyard, and it was soon followed by a dark figure appearing behind Evane's master tombstone. It was La Vache Qua Rit-- the infamous Death Stalker. Just her appearance inspired fear, she looked like some sort of wraith of the swamp, like some sort of zombie; her blind eye just adding that little touch... to find her in the cematary, at night, it was enough like to give a heart attack to someone.

Ugh kindness, ugh love, ugh feelings! La Vache could not stand them. "You know what it is done to ignorant newbies like you? Huh, kid?" She hissed at Dark. Newbies these days, how could they dare to show... feelings, ugh. The afgan then shook her dirty pelt, dust flying everywhwere. Oh yeah, she was mad.


Evane smiled, enjoying his warm touch. "My Master was a wonderful old lady who took me to shows. I was her little show dog."Evane said proudly. "Then she died, and wanted to leave me with her children, the fools did not even KNOW how to raise me." She growled before the interuption. As quickly as her craziness had left, it had returned. The Afghan had the nerve to insult her and her new love? The fool. Evane turned to Dark and nuzzled for him to move deeper into the bush before stepping out. "you would be wise to keep that old mouth shut granny!" Evane growled at the Afghan as she moved even closer, her teeth bared in a menacing snarl.


The afgan was about to continue loathing Dark when she stopped dry. "What did you call me??" She said, her voice growing more and more dangerous with each word, untill it reached something resembling a thousand poisoned daggers. My, my, insulting La Vache Qua Rit was a big, big, no-no, and Evane was about to discover why.

Without another word said, La Vache charged at Evane, charging by the front, like some sort of angry bull or moose, she attempted to separate her from Dark. Hitting or not, she dissapeared within the shadows, inside the darkened graveyard, she was invisible.

Stealthy like some kind of owl, the afgan attempted to sneak behind Evane; and then, all of a sudden, she attempted to bite her left heel. With her head held low, the afgan's neck was protected by layers and layers of long, dirty, black hair.


Evane wasn't about to budge from the shelter her love was in. She didn't want him to get hurt. Smirking she looked at the Afghan and asked. "Did I strike a nerve?" She was in no mood to fight, but if she needed to, she would. 'Forgive me Master.' She thought as she arched the hair on her back and bared her fangs. "How ironic, an old, half blind, dog like you can actually fight." It was hard to tell whether or not she was complementing the old Afghan, her voice remained emotionless. "You still have some fight left in those tired bones, don't you?" It was in no way a hint, only a question. She turned her gaze towards her Masters old gravem, which was next to her Masters long dead husband, whose tombstone had fallen with age, and smirked. She was told how rare a breed she was, how much human money she would fetch if only she would allow the Humans to get hold of her, and yet, she loved being a Stray, loved every last minute of it.



Today the afghan had come to the graveyard to get her daily session of aroma-theraphy, and perhaps to roll over a skeleton or two; just for the perfume. But what did she find? An innept Death Stalker and a mental handicapped Pharaoh hound-- All this enough to get on her nerves, she did not even need of Evane's help to go berserker. Evane was going to regret the day when she dared to call La Vache Qua Rit a granny, that was for sure.

When you anger Rit, she sticks to your hair like chewing gum, the only way to get rid of her is sacrificing something that you loved; but even then it would be certain that everyone would know that it was Rit the one that you angered. La Vache knows how to leave her mark. She sure knows how to get paid for her grudges. Search for the one that holds grudges, and you will see there her picture; those undead-looking eyes staring at you through the inked paper.

"What is it, little girl?" La Vache taunted. "Afraid to finish what you've started?" Rit said, coming one step closer of Evane, her lips curling into a cross of a smirk and a snarl "You leaped in to save he who shall be punished, and now you shall be punished as well..." The evil smile grew wider, and it revealed her yellowed teeth. Those same teeth that had been artifice of so many deaths and torture-- those teeth that hungered for blood once again.

But even though her old bones still had the vigour of youth, La Vache Qua Rit was smart enough to tell that a frontal charge into combat would have not been the wisest of choises. Not unless... The black afghan kicked a cloud of dust at the hound's face, and then like a warhorse, La Vache charged at her behind the treacherous cloud ...Not unless you had some sort of protection, some sort of barrier.

Her aim was appearently the throat. But whoever thought this would soon find itself with the nasty surprise of that it was but a feint-- her real aim was to lodge her shoulder into the hound's chest.

No one ever said that the Death Stalkers played fair.



Evane let out a growl. Today, she was in no mood to fight. She decided to ignore the Afghan in hopes she would go away and went back into the shelter, deep within, and managed to carefully knock a piece of it down to block the entrance, making it hard to get through. "Wait for her to leave." Evane whispered to Dark. How odd, for someone as mental as Evane, to not be in the mood for fighting. Perhaps she did not wish to upset her old Masters spirit, perhaps she wanted to be with her new love, whatever it was, it was strange for Evane. Though she wasn't about to appologise, not at all. She knew they'd eb safe from the Afghan, or at least she hoped.


Mugsy walked into ther cemetary and stopped short of the Afghan, noticing the angered look on her face. "Someone made a mistake if they made her mad." He said as he walked even further through the damp cemetary, he knew better than to mess with this Afghan Hound, having heard so many nasty things about her, so he moved quietly through the grass, making his way to a toppled grave with a dead cat on it, his recent kill. "Lunch time for Mugsy." He smirked as he broke into a comical run for the cat.