Keeping warm with pain [Mika and Mac]

[Hunter]

He woke up, shivering. The concrete floor of the cell in the Slaughterhouse was cold and being as thin as Ryu had become, the hard floor was terrible to lie upon. But what could he do when he needed to sleep? The empty feeling in his stomach was unbearable, but at least he wasn’t bleeding. Looking up at the tiny window which was the cell’s only light source, Ryu could tell that it now had been two whole days since his last tormentor had stepped through the guarded door. But to tell the truth, Ryu wasn’t sure if he should feel lucky. He had learnt that after a few days of rest, the worst nightmare always came. So, when – not to mention who – would be the next to walk inside his cell to cause him pain?

He sighed and rested his head shortly on his paws before he started to lick them. Geez, why was he even trying to keep himself clean in a place like this? Well, maybe because it pretty much was the only thing he could do to keep his mind away from all the horrible stuff that threatened to break him from the inside. What a wonder it was that he hadn’t lost his mind. But how long would it take? One of the key reasons to his sanity was probably Estelle whom he sometimes was lucky enough to share his cell with. She was the biggest light in these horrible times which had lasted… for how long? The two year old Canaan Dog stopped licking his paws and looked up at the window again. Almost a year he guessed. He remembered the winter which made him shiver and truly hoped that he wouldn’t have to spend another winter in this cell. He had been lucky not to be too skinny when last winter had hit Hexasol, but when being so underfed… no, someone would come and get him out before the temperature dropped. He knew that. Or did he? Surely they would come after Estelle – she was General Hueso’s daughter after all. But would they take him with them? What good was he for the pack anyway?

He quickly began to lick his paws again. It was exactly that kind of thoughts he wanted to keep away from his mind. Of course the pack would come for him. Maybe they were already on their way. It was then he heard a sound from outside his cell. Someone was walking out there. But was it him the creature was coming after? Looking around, Ryu didn’t know what to do and quickly started to clean his legs instead of his paws which had started to become quite clean. Once, Ryu had felt miserable when his father and brother had tormented him, telling that he wasn’t good enough. Now it was the felines instead, and Ryu dearly wished that he never had complained about his father’s and brother’s torment.

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2qbetnd.jp] OOC;; Sorry that this is so rambley and strange D: The young lioness let her claws slide in and out of their sheaths as she trotted into the slaughterhouse, the place that had become her home since returning from the Tempest back many months ago. Making her way to her room - an old office room that was fairly spacious - she lay down upon the carpeted floor, dropping the carcass of a small deer she'd been carrying between her front paws. At just over a year old, she was finally fully grown, and capable of hunting large prey on her own. But although her belly was rumbling, and the tantalizing scent of her meal made her mouth water, her heart and mind was hungry for a different kind of prey - the kind one didn't normally eat. Managing to get through all of the deer except its two rather scrawny back legs, the young princess decided she'd eaten enough. Carefully licking all traces of her meal from her paws and jaws with a delicate pink tongue, she rose, stretching. It had been a while since she'd spent an extended period of time with either of her brothers - Denim had become too peaceable for her liking, anyway, but that didn't mean she didn't love him. As for Alex, he and Sota had been busy with leadership training, or something of that sort, so the last few months had been lonely ones. Occasionally she attempted to talk to Panja, to see if he needed help, but her father and leader seemed to be on a downward spiral. Ever since she'd hear about the meeting of packs and loners in the meadow that had occurred about a week ago, she'd started to seriously question his judgement - internally, of course. The ivory lioness picked up the deer's legs in her mouth, so as not to get blood on her face again. Padding town the hallway to the open area - the actual slaughterhouse, where scum were kept - she broke one of the legs in half with a paw, grabbing hold of the skin of the thing and padding towards one of the tiny cells. Each cell, or holding pen, was about four times the length of the average dog, and was wide enough for about two to stand horizontally across it. Each was made up with a solid back wall and sides, and bars at the front. Slightly on the small side, compared to the rooms in the hospital, but in Nebula's mind they were still far too big for their occupants. They didn't deserve to be comfortable - canines didn't deserve a decent chance at life, and nor did felines who thought they did, or at least were willing to show it. Tossing the leg half through the bars into one of the cells, she grinned as its occupant, an elderly bitch, flinched from the food, staring through the bars at her tormentor with wide terrified eyes. "That's all you're getting today," she hissed wickedly, pulling back her gums to show sharp, gleaming teeth. Tiring of the wretched beast's terror, she turned to one of the guards who stood nearby. "See that that scum there doesn't get any more food for a good few days, now that she's had plenty. We don't want them getting overfed, do we?" The guard dipped his head respectfully, murmuring, “I'll let the others know, Princess Nebula," as she turned away. Swishing her tail, she retrieved the remaining one-and-a-half deer legs and took a leisurely walk down the aisle that separated the two halves of the large, darkened room. Glancing left and right, she was that only about one in four to six pens actually held scum - the others, more than half of the pens - were empty. In a year's time, hopefully, all of them would be full, and the only ones that would be empty would be so only because their occupants would be dead, either through starvation, insanity, or infected injuries. There were plenty of ways a canine's miserable life could be ended. The thought caused the white female to sheath and unsheathe her claws several times; she wanted to sink them into a dog's warm flesh. Finally she reached the far end of the room; it was darker than the other end, the only light being provided by a tiny, barred window behind one of the pens. She glanced up at it, before gazing down at the shape of a dog inside the pen below it. It was a male, she could tell that much from his scent - and Tempest. A sadistic grin lit up her face, her brown eyes narrowing slightly. Yes, she could have some fun with this one. He must have been here for a long time, since she could not remember him being brought in. Plus, he was terribly thin. Just the way she liked them –even though she’d only ever tortured a canine once before, with her brother Alex. And that hadn’t been here, in the confines of Iris Territory, either. She watched as the dog licked his paws, her contempt growing, hatred and bloodlust almost choking her. Leaving the full deer leg on the floor, she tensed her muscles and sprang over the bars of the cell, landing a metre or so from the black and white dog. Dropping the tiny morsel in the corner behind her, she advanced a pace, her voice quiet and almost friendly as she waited for the male to react to her presence. “Well, what do we have here? A Tempest doggie, all alone. Or do you have friends here as well?”

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[Mika]

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[atrb=background,http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx34/Kitten_Lovour/sirimiddle-1.png] Siri walks. "Siri talks." 'Siri Thinks' After Florence had given her life in exchange for her cubs, and after her mate had taken the position of leader, Siri spent less time in the prides' territory. Other than hunting dogs, and cooling off at the waterfall, there was just nothing much to keep her entertained. She had even herd from a pride-mate that had attended the last meeting that Panja had tried to offer a truce between the packs. If the truce had been accepted, Siri would, most likely not listen. Canines had been her enemies for as long as she could remember, why would she want to allow them a chance to rest? Siri slunk through dark, shaded areas as she slowly made her way to the slaughterhouse. She was starting to think that maybe Florence's brother would have been a better choice for successor. She finally reached her destination and stared ahead of her as she listened to the sound of trapped canines in their cells. What if the was a truce between Tempest ad Iris? Would anyone remember the captured dogs that were at the mercy of the Iris pride? She turned her attention to a white lioness ahead of her who was dragging the leg of a deer with her. If she remembered correctly, the younger feline was Nebula, one of Florence and Panjas' cubs. She spotted the Nebula in time to watch her abandon the deer leg and jump into a cell with a black and white male. She could hear, who she assumed to be Nebula, speak as she approached that particular cell and stood, silently,outside the door. "Hello. Don't mind me, I'll be content with watching for now." For now she would just watch and see what the younger feline would do.

[Hunter]

He stopped licking his legs when a white creature leapt smoothly into his cell. He backed off in shock, trying to make himself as small as possible in the corner of his little cell. The creature was a young, white lioness – without doubt one of Panja and Florence’s cubs. What on earth had he done to attract her attention? He hadn’t been that rebellious on his time here… But what did that even matter? All canines (especially those from the Tempest pack) were probably fun for them to torment no matter how much they screamed or how much they tried to stand up to the felines.

Shivering, Ryu knew that it now wasn’t because of the cold. A leg from a deer lay behind the other side of the bars which kept him in, but the black and white dog didn’t dare to look at it for more than a split second. Because no matter how big his hunger was, his fear of the big lion was even bigger. Already as he opened his mouth to speak, Ryu could feel the heavy stuttering emerging into his voice. ”I-I-I-I’m d-doing f-f-f-f-fine on m-m own,” he said, failing completely at sounding as spiteful and rebellious as he had heard other canine prisoners speak… when they had been alive. One thing was to be alone while another thing was to see others of his kind being tortured. It always made him frightened, always. But seeing them suffer, hearing them scream, their begging… it also made him want to fight for them. Honour them. Honour them by doing something, anything. Even if it meant he would stutter crazily much.

But then a dark shadow emerged, making Ryu even more terrified than he already were. The panther, who was older then the white lioness, lingered outside his cell, telling that she was just here to observe. Watching what? Ryu thought. The panther made it sound as if this was no more than normal entertainment. Hopefully, the dark feline would be amused enough by just watching and thereby not choosing to participate in… whatever nasty things there were going to happen. Because to tell the truth, the young Canaan Dog would feel much better if she stayed outside his cell. He wouldn’t like it if she, just as the white lioness, chose to jump over the bars to join him.

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2qbetnd.jp] Nebula pricked her ears as an unfamiliar feline voice sounded from outside the pen; peering over the fence-like barrier, she found herself gazing at a female panther, possibly looking to join in on the fun. "That's fine, but if you want to join in, you may," she told Siri graciously, before turning back to the sniveling Tempest dog, who was stuttering a reply to his words. Words that did not match up to the faint scents the pen held. "I see. And that's why you're looking so disheveled and afraid, is it?" She purred, pacing around the dog like a shark closing in on its kill. Sh opened her mouth in a snarl, hoping to see more fear on the mutt's face. She wished she could paralyse him with fear, but then that would mean she couldn't have as much fun in other ways. Suddenly she lashed out at the young male, a paw whipping out towards one of his cheeks, cruel claws digging into the skin and fur, ripping through it if the blow was successful. As quick as he paw, her voice changed from a velveteen purr to a low, dangerous snarl as she pushed her face into his so that they were face-to-face, hers only an inch from the horrible canine's. "You weren't alone all this time, there was a female in here with you, wasn't there? I assume she's been put elsewhere, but you should know better than to lie to the likes of me." Narrowing her amber eyes, she stared into her victim's brown (?) ones as she waited for a reaction.

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[Mika]

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[atrb=background,http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx34/Kitten_Lovour/sirimiddle-1.png] Siri walks. "Siri talks." 'Siri Thinks' She continued to stand at the door and watch the scene before her with a smirk that she didn't bother to hide. She was clearly enjoying the sight before her: a dog trembling in fear before two large felines. A dark chuckle escaped her throat at the dogs obvious bravado. She stayed silent as she watched the lion and dog speak with each other and thought about what could be done. She imagined him being skinned and left writhing in pain on the floor. She was also somewhat curious to see how long a dog could live without his nose. The lioness that was in the cell could probably think of something better, for now Siri would watch, then she would decide when she wanted to join. She continued to smirk with her chin now resting on one of the door's bars, and watched the dog's reaction when the young lioness swiped at one of his cheeks. Then she said something interesting. "You weren't alone all this time, there was a female in here with you, wasn't there? I assume she's been put elsewhere, but you should know better than to lie to the likes of me." She didn't know everything about all the scum that was brought to the slaughterhouse, nor did she care to learn, the fact that there was also a female captured with this dog interested the panther. "Perhaps we should have this friend of yours join us. The more the merrier as they say." She said while she looked at the dog once again for his reaction. ((Sorry I took so long to reply. You can powerplay a little if you want))

[Hunter]

The lioness made it should like he was nothing but a toy which she was willing to share with the panther. But to them, he probably wasn’t more than a toy which they could do with whatever they liked whenever they wanted. What a terrible feeling it was not to be able to do anything to change his own fate. They were in complete control and there was nothing he could do about it. If they wanted, they could kill him, right on the spot. It could so easily be done and it scared Ryu so much that he almost couldn’t speak when the white lioness taunted him. ”I-I would rather b-be a-afraid… th-than doing n-nothing,” he stuttered out as the white feline started to circle around him. Just one blow at the right place and it could all be over for him. But could he know that they even would be so merciful to him? That they would just kill him off and let him get peace from all his fears? After all, his cowardly personality with his small outbursts probably made him quite fun for them to toy around with.

His eyes were focused on the lioness. He didn’t really dare to look away from her and out to the panther which still stood outside his pen. And it wasn’t really like he could look away from her. She was all close, her deathly breath coming right in his face. He felt a shiver running down his spine, but when she indirectly mentioned Estelle, he felt how his blood turned cold. What should he say? What would be worst, acting ignorant about Estelle or telling the feline she was right? It was then the dark feline jumped over the bars to join, her venomous comment giving Ryu chills. If he even could get even more scared than he’d already been, he was it now. Two big felines were standing in front of him and they threatened him with doing something to Estelle, his only friend. Finally gathering a little bit of courage, Ryu got the ability to speak again. ”I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said a bit shaky and bared his teeth at the black feline ”cat”,” he added and spat on the white lioness’ face, knowing he would have pissed them both off by now. Waiting for a blow, Ryu hoped he’d gotten them to think about other things than Estelle.

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