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Post by Fritz on Jul 4, 2008 18:33:45 GMT -5
The bad thing about masterminds, was that when they had not enough stimulation, they began to bore. This was exactly what was happening to Fenrir today. Boredom. Tonight she had no secret mission to accomplish, in other words, she had no thing to do.
Fenrir had aimlessly walked towards the old train station tonight, by no particular reason. She was simply bored and wanted something to do. The dobermann paced around, smelling something here, something there, and finding no thing of interest, she continued her way, deeper into the train station.
There she found a flickening lamp, but she ignored it. Fenrir walked towards a little alley within the station, and jumped on top of a junk container that there was. The dobermann then laid down and stretched her legs, clawing the metallic surface of the container, producing a horrible sound resembling that of a teacher scratching the chalkboard to gain the student's attention.
She was bored, big time.
The foolish Puppy that had gotten in Evanes way on her way to the train station had paid the ultimate price, death, and the blood of the pup was still on Evanes Muzzle, as well as her fur. She was still in the mood for a fight. One kill had not satisfied her as she entered the train station and walked through, instantly smelling the scent of another dog, a fresher scent than the others that emmited from this place. A sinister smile grew on Evanes face as she slowly walked down the tracks and around the old train cars. "Oh good, another victim for me to slaughter." She said aloud, hoping to scare whoever was near her. "Come out and play." She said evilly, saliva now dropping out of her blood stained mouth.
The femme was sleeping abuve a chair. It was a brown wooden chair. It was half broken cause of hte humans not taking care fo there self build items. What did she care? She can still sleep on it and it was a bit comfortable. She didn't snore, she was a silent sleeper. Yet anytihing can wake her up. Even the lightest steps. But at times when she is really tired she can fall into a deep sleep and wake up till the next few hours. As she slept she started dreaming. She dreamed of many things such as chasing a dog and killing or fighting others. She loved dreams to come true. Especially when she is killing one. Her maw was filled with blood and the crimson liquid was dripping from her maw. She then woke up. It was another dream she thought.
She yawned and looked around. She got up and stretched her body. she had just eaten a large fish that she stole from the humans. She loved stealing there food. She licked her maw and then jumped down on the concrete floor. It was night time and she loved it when it was dark. It was the perfect time to comit a crime. She looked at the area. There was nothing, nothing then flashing lamps or broken things and human junk. A cold wind blew inside, she loved this place cause it was best for her. Outside it was too cold and she hated the cold. Maybe the entrence was frozen she thought. Anywayz she didn't care much she can claw out. But that was nothing, she then felt the chill run trough her body. She hated this. She then started to think if outside there might be a snowstorm.
She then cleared her mind of those things. She was safe and warm inside the place. That was important. She then heard somethnig fall. It sounded quite loud. The idea of the entrence blocked with to much snow escaped her mind. Someone entered the place. She knew it cause before she went to sleep she had checked the whole place for any other dogs or animals there was nothing but some rats. She looked around and then her optics turned towards the way that she soundcame. Her face was of a devil and only her emotionless face made it clear. Anyone to see this will feel the chills. It looked like a zombie. She was scary as always. She then started to hear scratching sounds. She hated this and wanted it to stop. It was like screeching.
She can also make a screeching noise but not like this. It was annoying. She turned and walked silently towards the one that was making this sound. She then started to scent something. The scent seemed to be very familiar. She had scented this scent already. But were? That was the question. As she came closer and closer she then saw a black and tan female. It was a doberman. She then remembered at the cemetery a doberman. O so it was this dobbie. She didn't care witch dog it was. But it was making her go nuts. She emerged like the dead from out of the shadows. She was behind the dobie. She was like hte grim reaper arriving to kill. Her face showed everything, death of others. Her eyes had the image of how you died. She was so silent that nothing can hear her.
She then barked viciously. Her bark thundered trough the whole train station. It echoed to the entrence and then out. She looked at the female and waited for what she would say next. Her muscles were ready for any attacks. Maybe she startled the female cause everyone can startle of a sudden sound. She stood there watching her. The pure blooded pit bull watched the dobbie carefully. She was ready for everything. She was born ready. If the female didn't stop she will tear her legs of and then make her suffer for not stopping and then pull her head out. O she has expirience with tearing flesh, dog flesh....
Fenrir scratched the surface of the junk container again, this time with more strenght. "My, my, so what do we have here? Hmm... what could it be... Yet another Death Stalker wannabe?" The dobermann said, dragging out every word, and making her bored state obvious. She lifted a brow and stared at the Pharaoh hound. She could know that she wasn't a Death Stalker already because she did not have the scent of a Death Stalker on her. Unlike Fenrir, she formed no part of the dark pack. This, however, would soon change, since the Death Stalkers would certainly like this... uh... beast, among their ranks.
'Urgh, retarded!' Fenrir thought, when she noticed the saliva dripping from Evane's mouth. The two year old then stood up, and shook her head. "You don't know who you're messing with." She said, and she caught herself using street talk, fact that both surprised her and ashamed her at the same time. Street talk wasn't at the level of a superior being like her, and she felt the sudden urge to make a witty comment to make herself feel better about the street talk incident.
But that would have to wait.
A sudden bark made her jump in surprise. Fenrir turned her head, sowly, to hide her fright, towards the source of the sound, anger building up in her face. Of course, Fenrir was a master at self control and she was not the kind of dog to suddenly leap in and cause a fight. That would have been too dangerous...
A quick eyeing revealed that the owner of the bark had been that same blue pitbull that she had previously meet in the graveyard. She looked like a walking dead, and was annoying. Enough reason for Fenrir to not to like you.
"Can I help you...?" She said in a cold, intelligent voice, it was like that of a teacher that had just been asked something by a student.
Evane let out a low growl, Saliva no longer dripping from her bloody muzzle. She had the nerve to state the obvious, and that angered Evane even more. And for the Blue Pitbull to bark, interupting her before she could say something back, was a mistake. "So I'm a Death Stalker wannabe?" She growled. "How odd, the last mutt I killed actually thought I was a Death Stalker. I guess some dogs are more foolish than others." She said with a sinister smile. She turned her gaze onto the Pit Bull and let out another growl, inching her way closer to the foolish dog. "Don't let my looks fool you, I can still fight." She said as she moved still closer. If she needed, she would take on both the Dobermen and the Pit Bull, even if it costed her her life. The Dobermen had the scent of a Death Stalker, which made Evanes sinister smile grow even wider. Forget the Dobermen, she would take on the Pit Bull to prove her worthiness of being a Death Stalker.
The female watched the other. She didn't care about the Ibazian Hound. All she cared about was that she wanted the dobbie to stop that screeching noise. She hated it. The female watched the two talk. She didn't even care if the dobie attacked or the two started a fight. Allshe cared was that this will stop. She looked around the area. Her head moving like a dead one's body. She was a bit stiff right now. But anything she will be as good as normal, or even lightning fast. She was used to this when she sleeps wrong. But what did she care? She infact didn't care about almost anything. She looked around and then licked her maw. She then turned her head towards the Ibizian Hound. What was she thinking she is? She thought inherself.
She didn't know that the doberman joined the forces of the Death Stalkers. This was something new she thought. She thought the Death Stalkers were dogs that loved killing and every single dog they see they kill or force to join. Well this one wasn't a thing that the tale said. What did she care of the tale?! She turned her head back to the position were she could see the two. Any sudden movments that came towards her she was ready. She looked at the area and then at the two. She licked her maw once more. Her nose was dry. She seemed like a dead dog but only moving.
Maybe hse is a zombie. But then she looked at the Dobie and then spoke. But she kept the Pharaoh Hound in the cornet of her eye. She wasn't stupid. "You can by keeping your claws off of the steel." She said calmly. Now that the sound had stopped she turned back normal, well her voice that was. It was just cold as always and chilling. It was worse then the cold ice outside. No wonder she was called Ice. Her voice was cold as always, her personality, cold and cruel and of course her icey optics. They were emotionless along with her posture and body. The femme then looked at the two. She stood there making sure that the dobie won't start again with scratching the can.
"Agh, alright." The dobermann told Ice and then yawned lazily. Fenrir sat on top of the junk container and reclined against the wall the way a gangster would do. The shadows covering her eyes in an eerie way. What was more dangerous that a bored Fenrir?
A Fenrir with a plan.
Unfortunately for her and fortunately for everyone else, she did not have a plan. All she had was a mythical boredom, and a legendary headache. Without saying anything else, the dobermann sat, intending to watch the fight whenever this one broke on. Watching the mentally-handdicaped pharaoh hound get her head chewed out by the blue pit-bull sounded like fun to her.
It would be definitively more fun than just sit there and scratch the junk container. In fact, she was so bored, that she might even consider helping the pharaoh hound or the pitbull out whenever the fight broke on. The thought of she being able to decide the fate of whoever she decided to help made her feel important. A smile was slowly drawn Fenrir's tan muzzle.
She was going to play with them as if they were toys.
Evane moved yet closer to the Pit Bull, an evil smirk still planted on her bloodied muzzle. "Rip out the tounge, tear out the eyes, rip off the ears, let them suffer." She said, as if to herself, as she moved yet closer to the Pit Bull. "Scratch the Metal, irratate the demon, piss her off, make your mistake, die quick, or die slow, it is never one's choice." She said in a eerily calm voice. Her eyes where filled with hatred, craziness, and utter darkness. She looked up at the Dobermen, not wishing to fight a Death Stalker, but willing if she started anything. Quickly her gaze turned to the Pit Bull. "Dying is an adventure that you will soon experience." She said to the Pit Bull. Evane had lost it now, overcome with the loss of her owner, the fact her sister was missing, so many emotions had obviously driven her insane. "Poor little puppy, in need of a home, comes up to me with hope in its eyes. Poor little puppy has no head, torn off by the Hound from Hell." She said as she moved yet closer to the Pit Bull. Any sane dog would've turned and run, but not Evane. "Take your last breath you worthless mutt, for soon you shall join the headless pup."
The smile grew wider when she noticed the Pharaoh hound showing her some respect for being a Death Stalker, as she saw so in her eyes. She didn't want to fight her for she was a Death Stalker, she respected her, and Fenrir liked it that way. Pharaoh hound 1, pitbull 0. Evane's stupid attitude about wanting to take on the fighting dog on her own made her want to laugh; but she knew that she was going to call the attention towards her if she did so. Deciding that doing such thing would not be wise, she contained the chuckle by biting her lip. And so she struggled, by a secong, trying to contain a snicker that wanted to be unleashed, staying motionless in the dark.
Fenrir won though, and with the smile leaving her face in no moment, she narrowed her eyes at the pitbull. Evane 2, Ice 0. Oh yeah, Fenrir secretly desired to rip that annoying zombie to shreds. 'But no! that was too dangerous!' her mind kept stating. And it was indeed too dangerous for a two year old to engage a fighting dog alone. But she wasn't alone now.
Hmm...
Hazel eyes flew from one dog to the other, and then to the floor. For a hint, for a clue, for anything she could use to her advantage; and then she found it-- filth. Years of neglect by the humans had left this place half-buried in filth. And though wet filth was of no use, this one wasn't wet; fortunately for her, this ceiling had not as many gaps as the other from the rest of the station. The dobermann observed the ceiling and then the filth, and then Ice. Oh, yeah, she was in trouble now.
Fenrir then moved, her head slightly to a side, and her smile transforming into a strange smirk with only one white tooth showing, meaning, she had a plan. Stealthily and sudden, the dobermann leaped off her perch, landing with no sound at all, in a spot behind Ice (*), lifting a curtain of dust as her brown paws hit the ground. Drifting her forepaw around the filth, she got it ready behind a small pile of dust, ready to scuff it at the pitbull's eyes, whenever she turned to charge.
"Hellhound. Death Stalkers don't make themselves."
Her voice drummed behind the dust curtain, cold, loud, and impressive, like that of an elite-- the elite she desired to one day become. With these words said, the dobermann was declaring herself in the Hound's side. With these words said, she was releasing a piece in the chess-board and saying aloud:
'Check'.
Was this check-mate? Doubtfully. But she was having the cheese of a time now. Oh, how she loved chess.
((*she did not jump over her, but behind her. Man, I love Fenrir! xD))
The femme watched the two. Her face was of a dead ones. The color even made it look like a dead one! Blue is when the flesh gets rotten. It was a masterpiece for any dog fighting human. They would love to have her as they can make lots of money. Well one had her till she escaped. She was the result of years of training dog fighting and breeding the best with the best. Even a puppy that looks at her will get scared and run away. She knew it with expirience. Her chest didn't move that much so it looked like she was breathing. She looked like a statue but that was alive? A zombie dog, rotten blue color , she rarly moves in situations like this. When she does move, she has something in her movements that makes it obvious that she was dead. She moves so slow and you can almost hear her neck crack of the years without moving. But she was young and agile.
As the dobbie jumped and went behind her she didn't move. She sat there not moving. Only a snake can detect that she was alive. The eyes cannot see her breath, it was cold that was the thing. All the time when it is cold you see your breath. Well this she didn't see her breath. Cause her breath was cold just like her. Her face was of something that lost it's color. Her icey optics were emotionless and almost never moved. When they move you can feel the chill running trough you. Only her face represents horror movies. Her nares scented the dust and were she was. Her optics didn't move nor did her body. She was there, standing her tail didn't move an inch. She wondered what the dobie thought.
Now that they are a death Stalker they think they are high. Well in my eyes everybody is the same. She thought in herself for a moment. No one was higher then her. well yeah they can be lower then her. But still that is the only thing she had in her mind. Her mouth was dry along with her lips. But in her mouth wasn't. Her outside appearance was just of a dead. But inner was perfect and greater then most. All it took was just a lick of her maw and that is it. A slight change of her face and she was done and looking alive. She didn't know what the dobie was thinking. All she knew was that she must be planning something. But she wasn't a mind reader. Ice didn't stir. But as she spoke her auds took all the last info. She knew exactly were the dobbie now was.
Finaly something moved. A crack was heard of her bones staying to long like that. But that was nothing. She walked towards the bin. Her icey optics blending in with the dust. As the dust fell back down she was already at the can. She stood there watching the two again. She wondered what they were thinknig. It was hte plan to think what they have in mind. She stood there. Her optics finaly moved. Anything to see this sudden movement will get the chills. She hten focused again on the two. Now knowing the area fully she was also thinking of what to do. Her face didn't show nothing just of a pure blooded revived zombie pit bull. She was ready for anything. If they will come at her she had the master plan. After all she is a master in fighting. No wonder she has all those scars on her body.
The place turned quite. Her head moved slowly towards the can. A paw was lifted, the claws on her pad were a bit long but perfect as she walked they didn't click. Only placing her paw on the garbage a thud sound was heard. Her paw was wide and perfect for inflicting lots of damage. Her jaws were also wide making her have a greater chance in biting more meat. Her jaw force was of a crockodile. Why didn't they call her Crock? She acted almost like one. Not moving much but anything to happen in just a little second she moves lightning fast. Her jaws clamping down on the prey. Not letting go, one bite means death.
That is of a crockodile. She didn't care much but she was a dog. Slowly she let her claws run over the steel surface of the garbage can. She was sharpning her claws a bit. Well they were already sharp. The sound that came out was worse then the one that the doberman made. This one left her claw mark behind. The sound it made, the sound only cna make one go crazy. She kept on moving her claws all over the thing till she was satisfied. She lifted her pad and placed it back down on the ground. She watched the two and waited for what they would sa or do next. She didn't say a word.
Evane moved yet closer to the Pit Bull, now inches from her deathly looking face. "You think you are tough, little puppy, but you will soon be proven wrong." With that Evane nipped the Pit Bulls neck, ready for the fight to begin. "Rip out the tounge, tear out the eyes, rip off the ears, make the suffer." She said with a sinister grin. She knew the Dobermen was on her side, and the Dobermen was right, this hellhound had to prove she was Death Stalker material. "Torture, suffering, pain, death." She growled. "I will enjoy this fight, I will lick your blood from all your wounds, watch as you make your last breath. Oh yes..."She smirked. "this will be fun."
The dobermann did not move an inch. Her right paw planted deep on the dirt, ready to execute her plan whenever it was needed. She only stood there, standing firm and tall, like an opal statue of the Egyptian God, Anubis. Her cropped ears just increased the resemblance.
"Death, salutes those that are about to die." (*) Fenrir said, not to anyone in particular-- it could have been to either of the two. Her voice still cold and proud, sinister, and twisted, reflecting her evil mind perfectly. At this moment, she was testing Evane; a wrong step, and she would find herself in difficuties, for Fenrir was going to be quick in changing sides. Only the strongest deserved to join the dark pack, and she would gladly do the Death Stalkers a favor, and dispose of all the whimps that intended to get inside.
The female watched the two quietly she was thinking of what to do. She didn't care about joining any pack if the dobbie was in a pack the most feard pack or not. All she cared was to get out of this. She then started to think. Her optics focussing, seemed like she was staring. But she was staring at something else. She was staring at the area and a newborn plan. She then lowered her head slightly down. No one can catch this. It was like a milimeter down. She looked at the two and made her plan work. It was like a mini clip running trough her head. If they came to attack her or what kind of plan they mgiht have. She started to think. Then something sparked. Her tongue slithered out, it moved slowly making his lips wet. Some saliva dripped down of her maw. She was a bit revived. But not fully. She seemed as if a statue waiting, waiting till they came. It was like a crockodile they stood there for hours not moving, like a statue but then something that comes close teh monsters of the water then attack without knowing and who might have thought that they had speed.
Well she was a demon, or worse. She was hell alive. She was worse, she was Ice. She looked at the plan and then placed it on. The tape was on and she needed to get to know what they were thinking of. She needed to get it and then come with a combo and counter attack. She already had her attacks prepared and she was well rested. Having lots of energy. The way she stands and almost not moving is energy saving too. The Pharaoh Hound spoke something. She ignored it. Her auds seemed like of a Lundehunds one. Cause those dogs were incredable. They can switch off there hearing system and then on. But she wasn't one. She focussed on there movements. Making everything go slow. She reseted her clock to slow motion.
She had this sense that can sense the movements, it was everything in her eyes and auds. Everything she played in slowmotion and in little miliseconds she thinks of a counter attack and before you know it you will be suffering and left to die. The fighting monster waited for one to come and try to do anything. The Pharaoh Hound didn't know what she was in to. Snapping at a quiet pi tbull and a pit bull of expirience. Anything can trigger a fight with one. She licked her maw once more. She then waited. She knew that the Pharaoh hound to come close enough she will be like a crockodile. And the dobbie she has her in her eyes too.
Fenrir did not move, all she did was to stare at both Ice and Evane. Keeping them in her visual field at all times, she did not want to get surprised by one of the two. Like a long-reach piece of chess, the dobermann stood there, tall and powerful, she knew that with the fact of just being there, she altering everything. Two against one is a dire position, even to the greatest of gladiators; but Fenrir wasn't so eager to rip the pitbull apart as the Pharaoh hound seemed.
No, why to bother. Fenrir was only going to act if she had a clean shot, if Ice asked for it-- she wasn't going to risk scarring her sculptural body for just a sack of fleas. The pitbull zombie just didn't worth the risk.
Only if she had the way clean would she act. Otherwise, she would simply abandon Evane to her demise.
Evane growled at the Pit Bull and searched for something to use for a trap, anything. An open manhole, a rusted railroad spike sticking out of a rotting piece of wood, a broken window in the Ticketers office, these where all perfect for Evane. "The Demons in my head all want me to attack, while my consciense fights back." She said to the Pit Bull. Her Muzzle was still bloodied as her teeth began to form a scary snarl. She was always one to make the first move, and tonight was no exception. She made a move for the Pit Bulls neck but missed by mere inches, instead making contact with the cement walkway. "YOU MOVED!" She shouted as she made for the back this time. This fight will start, and Evane will always be one to start. "The face of Death will soon be seen by one of us tonight. Which one shall see Death first?" She growled. Her Masters image flashed through her mind, causing her to shout in utter rage.
Ice watched the Pharaoh Hound. She really needed to watch this one. She was out of her mind. It seemed as if she was crazy? Or she must be mentaly disturbed. Anywayz the world was filled with them he thought. He had just met one in the junkyard. A rottie that turned into a berserk and wanted to kill everything. She walked away leaving him biting the car. She looked at the two. As the Hound came to attack he she timed it. She didn't move. Anything she will turn and attack. No afraid to kill. Actually she has exprience killing. She loved it, it was a hobby of her. It was in her blood to fight and kill. As the Hound missed and backed away she watched the Hound. She licked her maw once more. She didn't care if the hound snarled or did anything, she just watched her moves. She made everything go in slow motion. So she had an advantage she thought.
She needed to use her mind and her creativity. Yes, she found it a sport, fighting and killing. She looked at the Hound and then found probably a weak spot. She waited for the Hound to come. Finaly her maw moved. It made some disturbing sounds like a mouth that hasn't opened for years. Some saliva dripped down from her deadly trap. She then spoke. "Are you mentaly disturbed? You mutt." She said. She held her ice cold face as always. Emotionless. Nothing was reflected in her face.
And it was good you will never find out what she was thinking about and what she is going to do next. She smiled slightly more and looked at the femmes. She then waited for the hound to come and try to bite her again. She had a perfect plan. A master genius plan. She would use teh best of this plan and that would be a result of death for the Pharaoh Hound. She held the two good in her sight. She didn't know that they were teamed or anything. She waited for any one to come and try to attack her. She was a crockidile. Waiting for the last moment to move and attack.
Evane backed up, as if preparing to jump at Ice, looking behind her as she did. She was Mentally Distrubed, insane, but she loved every minute of it, as the saying goes. She had no idea what kind of trap Ice had planned, but she had one of her own, and was hoping Ice would make her way to where her traps where. "The foolish one asks if the Hellhound is insane?" She calmly asked, a laugh escaping her lips. "The Foolish one may be right, but the hounds of hell are born insane, and I am a hound of Hell." She growled, breaking into a run towards Ice, jumping and expecting to land on Ices back, her mouth open in preparation to bite her. Again, her Masters image flashed through her mind, her old house, the bed she used to share with her Master, the food, the toys, Deep down, Evane missed life as a sheltered dog, but now, she enjoyed the fights she got in alot. A Scream escaped her lips that sounded like a Banshee as she prepared for landing on Ice.
Fenrir yawned, slowly and lazily, meaning nothing but that she was growing bored once more. In a careless pace, the dobermann walked a little closer towards Ice, still keeping her distance, but closer in case of that she decided to attack the blue pitbull. Looking as harmless as a bored Death Stalker can look, Fenrir planted her right forepaw in the filth once more-- that plan had been too good to just abandon it like that.
Without doing anything else, she waited for the other two to move.
Ice watched the female that was insane. As she spoke Ice frowned. She didn't care but just tried to do something to stay alive. She seemed dead. But not for long. As the female came charging she watched the female's every step. The Pharaoh Hound won't have a chance she thought. She lowered herself a bit more. Bracing herself for the attack. But things cahnged and she quickly switched to plan B. She waited for the hound to come closer and closer. As she leaped, everything turned into slow motion. It's like time stopped.
She watched the every single moves of the animal. She knew that she was gonna get her in the romp. She in a flick of a second she disappeared. She was very quick adn for a dog that seemed to be so emotionless and not moving much this woulbe a surprise. Pit bulls are also good in agility who would of thought of that. Ice then swiftly turned but she remained lowered. As the female came to land she quickly placed all her strenght in her back legs. Not a milisecond got by and Ice launched herself forward. Her maw opened like a crockodile's when it closes it can't escape. Well Ice was now facing the female.
Cause she was lowered she now has the view of the animal's under neck. Just were her air pipe was. O she can feel it already. She knew that in mid air the female can't fly or change direction. O this was to good. Were she was gonna land was right in her jaws. And with the force she jumped and only some seconds was left for her to get the hound's neck. O she loved this. But she knew that the hound can lower it's head to block the attack but that would be useless as she will bite it's nose and rip her nose out. That would defently kill her. This was defently for Ice that there isn't a way of escaption for the Hound. Nothing will go wrong she thought. She knew that in air no animal behalf birds can change direction and fly. But she can use her paw to block it but that won't work as she will bite her paw and injure her paw and she can't walk and it would be a torture for her and she will get slower.
And with a bite of Ice in your paw be sure that it will break never healing if you survive. But it will only take a matter of seconds to kill this worthless mutt. Ice was just waiting for the little seconds to fly by. She can't wait. But the hound had 3 options. These options were hard. Option was was the one that she can't dodge it. She will get bitten in the wind pipe and only a matter of seconds for her to die. Or get bitten in the nose and die immedietly. Or get bitten in the leg and get it broke and can't move giving Ice more advantage. Well nothing can be done now. Well that was in Ice's eyes and she knew the reality and expiriences she has. O she didn't know what will happen next. But she hoped to get it's neck. Cause with the speed she jumped and gravity pulling her down o this was good. If the Dobie wanted to do something to maybe save this mad dog. It was to late. She was to far to reach this area in the little seconds. There was nothing that can stop Ice.
Even the dobie can't help. She is to far to reach her. She may do anything but these little seconds were just to quick for someone to move. The dobie of corse wasn't that far. But she knew that for the little seconds that was left for her to kill this Pharaoh mad mutt it was defently. The dobie won't reach there in time to clear her and help the weakling. She knew this very well that's why she placed all her force in and speed for this jump. The dobie needed to jump the can over to get her and then it will be to late. But still once she finishes this dog she will handle the dobie.
If the dobie wants to attack her she will attack the dobie back. She was like that. Mess with me I mess back with you and you won't come out alive or full. You will come out ripped open and left to die. That was the way she fought. Rip eachother open and bite eachother till death. She had a large piece ripped out of her. Her skin had been pealed off by a dog but luckily the veteran managed to save that large piece of skin and knighted it back. So she got her skin and she escaped. Now she fights still but on her own. Thanks to that owner she has lots of expirience fighting in a real fighting ring were the champion fighters fight till death.
The can was next to her. But when she turned the can was now right at the back of her. So the can covered half of her back now. So that was another plan. Good thinking going to the can. The can is a bit usefull after all. But the dobie can still jump and bite her. But when this one dies the dobie will be the next victim. She has the dobie in her eyes. She will rip the dobie to pieces if she tries to touch her. She hated it but that was life. Anyone mess with her or try to hurt her she will make them feel what it feels to get ripped to shreds. She was a perfect example. Only her body told the truth of hte many fights she had been in. Even badger fights. They needed to pull the badgers till a line. The badgers hurt you so badly that it can even scratch your nose off. Many dogs didn't make it. But she did and she got out with a face filled with scars. But that was nothing compared to other fights. Right now the victim was Evane.
Evane landed just short of the Pit Bull, swearing under her breath because of having missed her. No worries, Evane saw the broken window directly behind the Pit Bull, who apparently thought the Trash can was going to protect it. "Rip out the tounge, she will not talk, gouge out the eyes, she will not see, rip of the ears, she will not hear. Makes it more quick to kill her my dear." Evane said to herself as she inched even closer to the Pit Bull, her teeth showing in a menacing snarl. Evane was crazy for fighting a Pit Bull, any sane dog would run. But Evane, as has been said, was far from sane now. Memoires of her old Master flashed through her mind, causing Evane to scream. More memories flashed through her mind, of teenagers tossing rocks at her, adults kicking her when she begged for food. The caused her to scream even louder. This Pit Bull had to die, this much Evane knew.
Blech, the pitbull missed. There was no blood, no death; this fight was so boring. Fenrir rolled her eyes and walked silently to a spot behind Evane; but still keeping her distance. She just wanted to get a better angle on that pitbull in case that she decided to attack. Right now, she was like a tower dancing in the board-- her moves could change the outcome of everything, but she looked so innocent and lazy, as if she didn't care one bit about it. But this wasn't entirely fake either, she was bored, and she simply could not decide if to help out the pharaoh hound or the pitbull.
The dobermann had declared herself in Evane's side, right, but she could take it back at any time, couldn't her? Umm... perhaps. Fenrir was thinking about going to Ice's side, but then she saw that look that the pit-bull gave her, her ears fell backwards in anger, and at the same moment, her mind scrapped the posibility of going to the pit-bulls side. Yeah, right, you can forget about the alliance now, Ice. 'Hmpf!' She thought and qickly began to think of a way so they could both defeat that stupid pitubull without her running mayor risks-- Evane could be ripped to pieces for what she cared. She was the one that had to come out of this unharmed.
Fenrir thought, for several miliseconds, and then she made her move; stepping in the pitbull's only exit, she was trying to force her to back off and run into the broken window behind. Like hyenas trying to force a lion out of their kill the two (*)dogs advanced, side by side they went. Fenrir knew that she could easily out-run this fighter, so, why not try and help Evane?
It was all for a bad cause, afterall.
((*Fenrir walked to Evane's side. In her post, Ev said that Evane walked towards the pitbull, so Fen went with her))
Ice could almost feel it. But something happened that the Pharaoh Hound moved just a slight inch that she missed. How could that be? But Ice managed to get a piece of her hair. She knew that it was very strange. With all her force she jumped she flew into the air. She almost went 2 meters high in that jump. Her jaws clamped tight back. When they closed a sound of a trap clamping on nothing. But she knew that this isn't her only chance. She looked at the area and then saw the dobie move. She held everything in her minibox. She needed to slow time to think. So she did and she came with a small plan that mgiht work. She saw a broken window. Were will it lead her? She didn't know but all she knew was that she wasn't going trough that thing. She wouldn't fit trough. The broken glass will cut her. But she had been trough those things many times so she didn't care. But she did that to escape from her owner that was mad. But escaping from these two mutts? Nah. She didn't care even if it wasa 50 on 1! She always came up with a plan. She then remembered what a dog that lived next to her. well the kennel next to her. That dog was old and was about to die and he said something towards Ice.
But Ice didn't pay much attention to it till one day she needed to do it. The dog must be dead right now she thought. She then remmebered what he said and she might try this. That old dog was smart she thought. She didn't know maybe he was part of her bloodline. The old brute had been in lots and maybe worse she thought the first time she saw the dog. He was old and his body was barly to be seen. He was filled with scars he missed an eye and he had broken ears. She sighted and then closed her eyes slightly. She took a deep breath and focused. She focused on one thing. The one goal she needed. This plan must work.
Mixing hers with what the old brute said she will do it. She opened her icey optics back and watched Evane and Fenrir. She then saw the dobie walking towards the female. She knew that the dobie wanted to get something out of this. She didn't care much but she only knew that since the day that she saw the dobie the dobie was a weakling and afraid to get hurt. She in this case always got hurt all the time she fought. Ice now knew that it was now officialy 2 on 1. She had been in this and with 5 on 1. So she had expirience. But she remembered the day that a whole pack of dogs tried to kill her. She had managed to come out alive.
How it wasn't lucky. It was the plans she had made. So now she made some and she knew that she can think of new ones if things got bad. She looked at the two. She smiled slightly and then spoke. "Now the mutts have joined forces. How cute." She said taunting and with a way that will make one's blood boil. She kept an eye on them. She knew that this train station never gets used. So nothing was in here no trains nothing. The place was empty with only the three dogs. She waited for one of them to come and attack her. She walked towards an open place. She stood there watching the two. She was ready now. She waited patiently for one to come and dare to bite her.
A cruel laugh escaped Evane's mouth. "Funny mutt, you are." She said as she moved closer to the Pit Bull. Her trap to lead the Pit Bull to the broken window seemed to be working, at least Evane hoped. A leap would be worthless now, so would attacking first. All Evane had to do was keep that stupid mutt thinking she had a way to escape, God knows she didn't." Evane moved still closer, waiting to see what the Pit Bull would do next, growling menacinly at the Pitt Bull. "I can bring the pain, make you hurt, make you suffer. Torture the victim, that is what I like. To kill a victim quickly, would be like granting them mercy. I do not grant Mercy." She said as she moved still closer.
She could jump now, to leap onto the neck of the worthless Pit Bull who looked like death had smacked her plenty of times in the face, but she didn't want to. She was hoping this mutt would fall into her trap, to cut herself badly while jumping through the busted glass. Evane knew of other traps she could just as easily lead the Pit Bull to, the rusted railroad spike, the open manhole, these seemed perfect, but why kill a victim quickly, when you could just as easily make your victim suffer a cruel, slow, agonizing, death?
Ice watched as the pharaoh Hound walked closer. She prepared fi she wanted to attack her. Ice didn't back up. She always stood her ground. She waited for the female to snap at her. As Evane came closer and closer Ice starte to think. She smiled slightly and then watched her every movement. She didn't talk much when she was in a fight. She needed to consentrate. As she was closer enough Ice with all her speed she lowered her head slightly. Her body soon followed and she was a bit down. She then saw that she was close and she jumped to bite the Pharaoh hound. She will bite her in her lower neck. There she can break anything and kill Evane. Ice smiled slightly and then doubled to her left lightning fast. She then was close to her leg left leg. Jaws opening and closing really fast.
She wanted to bite her leg. If she got a bite then she would start running and she will inflict lots of damage to Evane. She just didn't nip. She came with double thoughts. She would bite Evane in the leg and then run with her leg still in her mouth. She would try and make the wound big so she won't be that fast no more. When Ice runs Evane falls down and then will be dragged. Ice has lots of power as pit bulls are mostly shown in pulling. It would be like pulling the wiehgt of Evane and that was nothing to her.
Cause of her running Evane won't get a chance to bite her. That was her tactic. She will then let go and stop at an open place were she can easily move. She knew that Evane can't bite her cause if she grabs her left front leg and then started running with it in her maw Evane will fall down and hard then will be dragged around and that will inflict way more damage to her paw. Ice will then let go and stop at a distance and watch. She will then wait to see what Evane will do next. With a hurt paw the Pharaoh Hound won't have much place to go and won't be that fast no more.
That will give Ice an advantage. She also thought of the dobie. She had another plan for the dobie. If the dobie tried to bite her she will rip her apart just like she is going to do to Evane. But if she missed and didn't get her leg then she will just run to that distance and wait for Evfane's next move. She knew that she will defently get a good grib at her left leg. Cause at first she fooled her in trying to bite her in the lower neck and then she quickly doubled to her left and grabbs her paw and starts running around. She aimed it precicly so she won't miss. But you never know.
Fenrir knew better than to attack a pitbull by the front. Doing such thing would have been a suicide, for she was still young and slender. Fenrir then noticed the pitbull's idea, she could see in her undead eyes that she had something in her mind. And for when the pitbull lowered her head, Fenrir already knew her plan-- she was going to try and run past the two. A smirk then appeared in the dobermann's maw, and with a sudden movement, she kicked a handful of filth at the pitbull's face. 'Hahaha, let's see how do you fight when you can't see, eh, Ice?' Fenrir thought while moving out of the running pitbull's way; her smirk growing wide, hoping that she had gotten the filth inside her eyes and that she could see nothing. If her plan worked, the pitbull would almost surely run into the brick wall ahead, getting stunned by the blow, and vulnerable to get her throat ripped out by Fenrir's sharp teeth. Ah she had been planning that by so long, that she would be surprised if it not worked.
Anyway, if it did miss, the dobermann had yet another plan. With a graceful movement, she turned at Ice once that she had run past her, her long jaws wide opened, and aiming at the back of Ice's knee. Ice was running too fast, and she was not going to be able to turn around and bite Fenrir's head if she managed to bury her teeth on pitbull flesh. With her sharp teeth, and her paws firmly planted on the ground, the dobermann would just stay standing with the piece of flesh in her mouth. The pitbull's strength was grand, but it was not going to be enough like to pull Fenrir off her feet by the nature of the attack. If the dobermann managed to land the hit, she would easily cut the vulnerable tendons from the back of Ice's knee. Or in other words, hamstring her. Hamstrung enemies are unable to use the afflicted leg, and thus have crippled movement. They are a lot easier to defeat. This is the kind of plans that Fenrir likes executing-- safe plans. Fenrir would not go head first into a battle without first observing it from outside. Fenrir would never take risks that are not absolutely necessary, for that is just not like her. The most important things in this dobermann's world are power and appearances. Her goal was to achieve a reputation similar to La Vache Qua Rit's, to achieve power; and at the same time, to conserve her sculptural appearance. Those were the most important things for her, and her life spun around those. Fenrir was a genius, but a real coward as well.
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