let's play a game - open

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cruentilla

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[style=width: 400; text-align:justify; font-size: 13px;]the harbor had never been one of her favorite places to inhibit, but still she cam ebecause many a lover could be found on the docks. many couples and females and such came here for those stupid things called mates. she'd never have one of her own, she'd never allow someone to get close enough to her for things like that. not after joseph. besides who could possibly love a monster like herself, a killer who allied herself to no one and trusted few dogs who dared enter into her world. still though, the prospect of a mate enticed her, teased her and tortured her. the collie mix shook her head, hating herself for bringing up such a topic that caused this reaction within her mind, even though it barely disturbed the peace she showed to the outside world. one of her trademark venomous smiles danced upon her maw. yes, what a beautiful monster she was.

her long legs walked upon the dock. her gait lacked the grace of most females. however, in it the strength of a male could easily be seen within each step she took. her steps were strong and it was clear what exactly she had been used for at one point. the scar that ran across one side of her face was small and scarcely significant enough to marr her beauty, but it was enough to reveal his war dog past. one mention of it was enough to invaded her mind with flashes of that part of her past. the other part of it, of the before time as a pup, had been long forgotten in this rush of memories but not forgotten by the beautiful monster. she hid them away, for fear of the weakness it brought up inside of her. and weakness wasn't acceptable, not for an assassin of her caliber and of her skill. still, she walked to the end of the dock, sitting once she reached the edge and staring out past the horizon.

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The docks seemed to have become a rather commonplace for her nowadays, not only were they unique and abundant in food but they were also isolated from the pack somewhat, the park substituted as homeland and when she was there the constant stream of questions, worries and advice from the pack didn’t stop. She did like the fact that her pack was keeping in touch with her but sometimes she simply needed a break. The docks just so happened to be the perfect place for that break, they were large enough that she could hide from her boisterous members but small enough that the whole pack seeking her would draw attention from the humans. She laughed at herself, hiding from her pack just to get a bit of peace.

She stood at the edge of the concrete structure, looking down into the water simply thinking. Soon it would be time to start a new war game; hopefully by then she would have enough able-bodied members available to compete. She had being putting off the war games for some time now because of the lack of members. It seemed that dogs had fled the city or that something dangerous had being installed, perhaps there was a dog catcher roaming the streets that she needed ot be worried about but patrols had not brought word of that too her so she had long since decided to be calm about the issue.

With a content wag of her tail the large boerboel-rottweiler cross turned from the water and immediately her hackles rose, the docks, despite not being the main part of her territory were still hers and she smelt and intruder. She was surprised that the patrols had not picked the hound up but then again numbers were low. With a deep rumbling growl that made the skin on her chest wobble a little bit she began to follow the scent. The creature was quite obviously female but whether she was large or small, strong or weak was not something scents allowed her to pick up on.

Soon enough the creature came into view, she was fluffy but underneath her fur she was thinly built although this didnt mean the creature wasn’t strong it did mean that Panda’s bulk would be somewhat... impressive and ... dangerous. She grinned to herself and with a gait that was sure of herself and a dominant step she walked towards the creature.

”Pretty view aint it” she said with a grin.

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cruentilla

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[style=width: 400; text-align:justify; font-size: 13px;]despite being rather lost in thought, cruentilla rosa da vinci was still on her gaurd, ears flicking back and forth. weakness was a rather unacceptable thing in any war dogs mind, for the weak war dogs were always picked off first. that was why she had lasted as long as she did, being barren had hardened her to her feelings. she stopped caring what the rest of the world thought about her. joseph.... somehow she got the feeling his reckless intention to save her from every harm was enough to soften her. at times she missed hhim, wondering if he ever thought about her, wondering if he had made it out of the war or if the pain had overtaken him and he passed into the void with the rest of the dead. she shook her head, letting out a sharp and loud growl of frustration. here she was, talking about how showing weakness was stupid and yet she was doing exactly that, showing a weakness. sshe pricked her ears, hearing the steady beating of pawsteps. her head shot up, lips forming a snarl.

the scent that wafted to her nostrils was clearly female and clearly a west side pack dog. almost immeadiately her snarl became a coy little smile as the female came into veiw. she was a larger female, clearly a rottweiler mix. however a frame that would have been daunting to most dogs was simply unimpressive tto the rough collie mix, who had seen far more daunting things in war. it's about as impressive as this ' daunting ' prospect that you seem to think you are

[/color] her voice was a soft lull, coy and teasing at the came time. her eyes were cold, something she had no control over, for she hated the entire world. sshe stood up and stretching, almost purring as her muscle rippled. it was a nice feeling, stretching was. she smirked. so you must be one of those west side dogs i've heard about. i'm rosa di vinci, former war dog. and you are?[/color] she couldn't hide the cold contempt in her voice as she addressed the other canine, knowing better than to reveal her actual name. [/div] [/style][/font][/style][/center]

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Pandora’s nose twitched with irritation was the creature addressed her, the daunting prospect she thought she was. It was a downright insult that the creature had come here to her land simply to insult her. She held back a growl, wanting to jump at the creatures throat. She gritted her teeth, realising that this was most likely exactly what the creature wanted. It was so early in her term of leadership and she already getting to kill the tresspassers, she wondered if the east side had the same problems she did. She had heard they were tougher so by now there may have being a full out fight raging. Perhaps she should hire some east side dogs because her mutts definitely were not doing a good job. She didnt want to deal with this female at this moment of time when she was supposed to be relaxing and as much as she loved her pack she wished they did their job.

”I am Pandora” she said simply, she would not proclaim her title just yet even if it was her scent that bordered the pack territory and marked her members. No this creature should know who she was and if not, well then Panda would play her game. The contempt in the female’s voice didnt help Panda’s opinion of her overly much, no this creature was definitely getting on the wrong side of her books.