Crossing The Circles Of Hell -- Hunter

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Corbis3.jpg] Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown' Long blunt claws clicked against cement, that scarred powerful body moving with a fluid motion, like a locomotive down a track. Black and dark brown fur was faint in the pale cloudy light of the afternoon. The snow that fell outside the garage was marked in tracks of the large doberman stalking into the sheltered darkness. His head cocked back, chest out and with that straight legged stalk, he prowled his way into the more earthy darker parts of the car garage. Long nails clicked as he pounced up to the hood of one of the cars, peering through the windshield at the decayed body. He stretched out, long legs propping in front of him as he arched his back, backside still up in the air for a moment. He growled, drooling across the window as he licked his muzzle, eyes widening curiously. He shifted his shoulders a little and hopped onto the roof of the car, scraping his claws at the paint as he attempted to dig through the top. Why? Because that corpse was glaring at him, intimidating him. He snarled loudly, pulling back to bark at the scratched up roof top. His botched ears and tattered face sneered in a snarl and with a jerk his head snapped slightly, saliva drooling thickly from one side of his mouth. He shifted about and spun on his paws before sitting down once and digging those back nails into the crook of his botched ears, the hood of the car popping with each scratch of his leg. He grunted lowly and shifted over to sit down before standing and jumping to the next cart, sniffing through the open window. Looking inside, there was a plastic bag full of aluminum cans. Knowing well enough from his savaging, he took the bag between his teeth and lifted the heavy plastic with a grunt. He shifted about a little and backed up onto the hood of the car. With a heave of his neck, the bag was thrown onto the concrete and he hopped down. Taking the bag again, he swung it between his teeth up into the air. It went flying and cracked back on the ground, a couple of the cans splitting open. With a cackle, he took the can between his teeth and bit down to pry it open more, the canned chicken split open and he pushed it apart with his claws before lapping up chicken. It tasted bland, tasteless, but it was better then eating the dirty rats that he'd been seeing. He chewed the chicken carelessly, swallowing it in large chunks before nosing around in the bag, getting the scent of the baked beans. He pulled the can out, and bit down on it, tasting the beans between his teeth before drawing back and bouncing around the bag to nose around more. When a noise caught those tattered ears he snapped his head up and stared into the darkness of the car garage.

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/fapmbo.jpg] A too well known scent lead him to the car park of Hexasol. It wasn’t the sweet scent of prey which lacked this winter – no, it was the scent of someone he’d met long time ago, almost in another life, but still the scent of the other dog made him remember the other male perfectly well. It was the Doberman he’d fought that day such a long time ago but he’d never gotten the human lover’s name. It hadn’t nagged him in the time which had went by since that day, but now it irritated him that he couldn’t put a name on the dog whose tracks he’d found in the snow. Was that why he followed the tracks on the whitened ground? He wasn’t sure, but when it came to the core then did he even need a reason at all? The big dog entered the car park where several of the humans’ vehicles still stood as they’d done the last five years or so – after the death of the humans, no one had been able to move them, and actually, no one cared about these useless machines. Inside the car park it was slightly warmer than outside, mostly because you weren’t bothered by the everlasting chilling wind from the outside. But even though he couldn’t just follow the other male’s scent, the Hound had no problem with tracking the Doberman down. He could hear the sound of nails against the solid mass of one of the vehicles and just followed that noise. No one else seemed to be here anyway, so who else could it be than his little “friend”? He smiled to himself as he walked in the dim light of the car park. Would this encounter lead to another fight or could they keep from each other this time? He didn’t mind another fight if it should come to that – otherwise he wouldn’t have followed the other male’s scent to this place. But why should he be scared of something as simple as a fight? He’d never been that before and this was no different. And there he was; the little lapdog. He was eating some disgusting substance from some cans which couldn’t be containing anything else than human food. ”Long time, no see, huh? But boy, I hadn’t thought you could get any uglier – or more pathetic for that sake,” he chuckled darkly as he emerged from the shadows to stand only a few meters from the other scarred dog. Raw muscles dancing on his ugly face, a sadistic smile decorated the burned face of the Hound.

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Corbis3.jpg] Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown' The fight had been vicious, but broke apart when they both knew that in the end, the other could hold his own. It was more like a sparring match, but the match had left fresh scars, and bruises. And now, some length of time had passed between the meeting of the two, The Devil and The Hound, and Corbis was scavenging food because it was easier, and while it didn't always fill his starving belly, it gave him something to take out his rage on, something non-living so to speak. He smacked his lips on the cheap tasteless human food, more just eating to kill the growl in his stomach, and warm his muscles. While those who thought they were 'true' dogs hunted, often times went hungry when they couldn't find prey. While Corbis on the other hand, he'd eat anything, and it would keep his stomach rather full and his muscles warm, When he caught the scent, long before the voice, he snapped his head up and prowled over top of his broken and tattered cans, his claws pushing over the cans and the bag out of his way before he looked to dog that had entered his line of sight. The comment made his hackles raise a little, drool oozing out of his lips as he peeled his expression into a devilish snarl filled grin. He couldn't help but be sickly amused at the sight of the burned hound that had given him a run for his money last time they met. He just tilted his head up in a sharp laugh like bark, drawing his lips back in a sneer. "I could say the same for you fat boy." he coo'd, "Your mate got you whipped into shape already? I can smell her all over you, I knew you had a bitch hunting for you." He snarled with a cackle, those scars marking his expression cruelly. Neither of the dogs looked good, no where near good truthfully, they were both rather ugly, scarred, beaten up, and tattered brutes. But both held high ranks for themselves. "How have you been my sadistic brother, hunting tail often or have you settled down with a bitch?" He growled with charm, drawing his lips back into a cackle as he stepped closer. Closing the gap. While he despised the male, there was an incredibly small amount of respect he held for him, after the battle between the two, no one had held their own as well has the Hound had so he could only give him the respect he deserved. Right? He chuckled and sat down, reaching up to dig his claws into the back of his botched ear, waiting for an answer.

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/fapmbo.jpg] Drool and drawn back lips was found on the other male and the big dog realized that he hadn’t changed much since last time they met. Somehow it felt good to meet this disgusting dude again – after all, The Hound had gotten some respect for the ugly Dobermann, even if he didn’t really realised it before now when they were standing face to face. But even though the other dog had gained some respect from him, The Hound’s features twisted as the Dobermann mentioned his mate, making his scarred face even less attractive than before (if that was even possible). Yes, Nemesis had been hunting for him – they were hunting for each other whenever their job as Soldiers gave them the chance, but Nemesis was still recovering from their encounter with Icefang almost a year ago – not to mention her pregnancy and afterwards nursing of their offspring. Time hadn’t really been kind to his mate, so at least he was trying to be it. Therefore, the other dog’s babbling about something he knew nothing about irritated him gravely. But he couldn’t really blame the nuthead. He was a loner and was therefore thinner than the Hound who lived in a pack. Both Lani and this one – both of them loners, both of them having a hard time getting food on their own. ”I have settled down,” the big dog answered brusquely as the other male came closer and sat down. ”And she is the finest and meanest bitch you could cross path with. If you saw her you wouldn’t doubt that she is the perfect feline killer.” He was proud of her mate’s abilities in a fight. She was a Soldier of heart a soul, like him. But while the Beauceron talked about Nemesis, he made sure not to talk about their litter. After all, they were only half a year old so he didn’t fancy this mean boy to find them. He didn’t trust the ugly fighter that much after all. ”Besides – the name is Clegane,” he said proudly, thinking that it was about time to somewhat introduce himself. ”What about you, my lone human-loving friend? What have you been up to since last when we were about to claw each others’ eyes out?” Still standing on his four, The Hound tilted his head slightly to the side and narrowed his eyes in amusement of the memory of their last encounter. ((OOC: A short little thing, but it's far better than the no-posting I've been doing the last.... long time))

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/Corbis3.jpg] Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown' Respect or not, Corbis was pleased to be seeing the male that had been able to hold himself in a fight against him. There wasn't many around that could say they could. Corbis fought that urge to overreact to the scowl and gag like it was the most disgusting thing he'd seen, and instead, just sat there flopped to one side. He was rather thin with the cold weather, his ribs were showing slightly, his body wasn't as thick as it had been a few months prior when they had met when the prey was plentiful. Though he'd rather eat human garbage and have enough energy to keep moving, and keep warm, and survive then starve to death because he was a picky eater. How sad of a death would that be. He shifted and scratched his muzzle a couple times with his back foot before sitting back and smacking his lips for a moment, drawing a long tongue around his muzzle. “Ahh! She must be blind as well.” He charmed, winking one of those brown eyes with a playful appeal before nodding his head shortly and hearing the name of the beast that he'd fought what seemed like just yesterday. Clegane. Odd name, though he wouldn't judge it, at least not to his face. He twisted his lips up as he spoke again, exposing those yellowed teeth with a certain amount of disgust, like he was rather sickened by the thought the dog assumed from him. “I despise humans brother, try not to assume what you do not know. Nothing interesting I suppose.” He growled sickly, standing and twisting to chew those sharp teeth into his shoulder to sooth the itch that was making its way down his spine. “And besides, most call me Corbis.” He growled rather lowly, taking another step towards him, breathing in lowly as he caught the scents in the air between them before licking his jowls slowly. “What have you been doing though my friend? Certainly keeping your tail out of trouble.”