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Post by SMIFFAGRIFF on Jul 28, 2010 20:22:21 GMT
 Rebel Souls,
Deserters we've been called.
Chose a gun, and threw away the sun...
Brooke padded silently along the side of the abandoned tracks, weaving between the rusted carts sprawled out against the area. The strong smell of old metal stung her nose as the Tempest Soldier made her way towards the end of the train tracks, causing her to curl her upper lip up in disgust. Brooke was not an easily pleased dog, and so even the smallest of annoyances could put her over the edge.
Itching to dig her claws into something, Brooke picked up the pace, knowing that it would be useless to take her anger out on an inanimate object. Besides, the humans that operated these machines were long gone by now, and all for the better too. Brooke hated the creatures in a way she couldn't explain... or at least explain to anyone but herself. They had changed her, made her the dark soul she was today....
Animals that do not think they are animals, Brooke spat in her mind herself. Yes, from what she had experienced, humans felt that they were above all living creatures. They were nothing but a curse to the creatures that truly wished to roam this land. Look at this place now, she thought, letting out a snort. What would it have been like if no human was here in the first place? What if this was all wilderness? What a better life that would be. Instead, I'm fighting the lackies that the humans left behind. Those increadibly stupid cats...
It was then that Brooke stopped her trot, her ears perking up above her head. There was someone else around... and Brooke's gut told her it was someone she didn't want there. Unfortunately, the smell of rust hid the other being's scent, so there was no way to tell just who or what it was. More then likely, it was a dog from her own territory following her around, but with Brooke in such a sour mood, she couldn't shake off the feeling that this wasn't true. Looking over her shoulder, Brooke stepped backwards on silent paws, weaving her way behind a broken down boxcar, blending in perfectly with the darkness. Her glowing eyes stared out at the ramp, waiting for the other being to appear.
That's Why They Call Me,
Bad Company...
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Post by rhapsie on Jul 29, 2010 0:28:37 GMT
Ivy disliked it here.
In fact, she didn't dislike it. She hated it. So, you may ask yourself, if she hated the City so much, why was she in it? Because she was looking for cats. To kill. Yes, she was thoroughly pissed off because earlier on in the day, she'd caught a cat attempting to tresspass on Tempest territory. It thought it was big and bold and was probably trying to impress it's friends or even worse, that damned Iris Pride. So to say 'Fuck you' to anybody who may have been watching at the time, she seized the cat in her jaws and immediately broke it's neck, watching in delight as blood spurted from it's mouth. She licked her lips as she remembered.
What an experience.
As she turned the corner, the old Railway unwinded before her, the tracks rusty and broken. What kind of contraption was this meant to be? She knew that the tracks were meant to lead some kind of vehicle to carry the humans around. Stupid, lazy humans. They could easily walk, they have legs. Well, they did anyway. They're dead now. At that, she snickered softly, loping along the pavement as she scanned her surroundings. She didn't see the younger female, and didn't even know she was there until the scent of the other Tempest Soldier came wafting towards her. Hmm, some company? Maybe someone to help her slay some motherfucking cats.
"Oi, you out there?"
She planted her rump down on the ground, still not exactly sure where the dog was. She could smell her, yet still couldn't see her.
"Looking for some cats to beat up. Wanna join me?"
The words escaped her lips, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear her, including the other dog. She sighed boredly, flexing her paws and rolling her shoulders back and forth as she waited for a response. |
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Post by SMIFFAGRIFF on Jul 29, 2010 20:06:23 GMT
Through the smell of the rust, the wind finally carried along the realization that the creature following her was of no threat to Brooke right now. The smell was distinctly Tempest, but she was not sure who it was until she heard Ivy's distinct voice echo down the tracks. Beating up cats eh? Well, Brooke was perfectly okay with that. She needed something to sink her teeth into, and there was a lot of fun in taking down a bigger cat with a partner. Even if that wasn't what they were going to do... any opportunity to do something thrilling would satisfy Brooke's fowl mood now. She was The Hazard, and it was about time she lived up to her name today.
Brooke stepped out of the shadows, looking at Ivy with glowing eyes. She didn't even have to answer her to get the message across. She was ready to rumble as soon as possible. Without any extra words, Brooke padded to Ivy's side, her claws digging eagerly into the dirt between the tracks.
"I've been craving the feeling of crunching bones, tasting flesh, and tearing apart the felines," she said darkly. "And I would be honored to fight with you, Ivy of the Tempest Pack." Brooke was rarely so formal, but she did not have anything against Ivy. They had not spoken much, which was fine with Brooke, but from the mutt's observations about the canine beside her, she was a force to be reckoned with... and Brooke respected that a lot. The two of them... with her recklessness and Ivy's sheer size and power... could do some serious damage when working together. This would be a good test run for the future....
"Not many cats come around these parts until it gets darker. If we bide our time in one of these carts, we won't even have to go out hunting. Just enjoy ripping those fleabags apart." Brooke licked her maw as sadistic thoughts entered her mind. Yes, she could be patient if it meant a real target. And wouldn't Gravity be proud of them both if they brought home the carcass of a cat for the pack to eat? What if it was a lion? Then she would surely have a shot at being placed as the General of the pack. Perhaps even one day the Mistress, when or if she was chosen to success the current Warden.
That is foolish Brooke, she reminded herself. If the Warden takes a mate then his pups will be the heir, not you.
But her desire to lead the Tempest Pack was great. She was absolutely determined to leave her mark while she was alive. Be a force that not only was recognized by those that knew her, but by those that had even just heard of her. She wanted to make cats tremble. She wanted this city to be ruled by canines with an iron claw... because she would never, ever allow anyone of her kind to be reduced to lowlife skum... the skum that humans had turned them into....
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