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Starving Dog
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 19, 2017 5:55 pm
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𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨
An easy way for the unclaimed and runaway slaves to travel through Ozymandias without detection, a well-kept secret save for a select few.
 
PostPosted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 10:33 am
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He wasn’t sure how far he ran, or if he had travelled in a useless direction or in circles- as long as he was a good distance away from the smell of fire and the threat of capture it didn’t matter. What did matter, however, was his over expenditure of energy, and the mild wounds caused by his leap through the hellish flames. Feeling no more energy to run the need for rest- a pseudo hibernation to prevent further injury caused by hunger- took over. He would need to find somewhere quiet, somewhere safe, a place with materials- organic, metal, rotten, whatever- he could ingest to stave off inevitable starvation. He had found a small crevice between two decrepit buildings, a perfect location to squeeze himself into that would provide some manner of hidden shelter, before finding the crack in the walls to give way to a large, expansive tunnel in a steep drop below. Relics of the old world existed there- pieces of rusted iron and metal aligned in long strips while occasionally destroyed, no doubt scavenged ages ago, large archways of crumbling masonry, remnants of the world that existed long before the fighter had ever been born or his predecessors. An archeological masterpiece beneath the rubble and ruin- perhaps to someone with an eye for such things.

For the male, his eyes only focused on the materials he could crush and rend with his sharpened metal teeth to eat.

Far from ideal for nutrition, the male slid down into the cavernous tunnels, boots slipping on loose dirt before he stopped himself before one of the remaining heaps of metal and thin strips of tin. He paid no mind to the strange symbols on the metal sheets- it meant nothing to him as he ripped and bit into the materials with sharp, yielding screeches from his empty meal. He didn’t care as blood filled his mouth, the taste of rust from the signs mingled with the weak copper taste of his own blood. It was something, and it was better than starving. He sat crouched in a small heap on his haunches behind a mound of dirt- weak hiding but finding a safer place to protect himself would simply have to come after he had something in his belly.


𝌝𝌝

The UnderGround
Alone
Hunger, exhaustion
Raiding Wear
 

Starving Dog
Captain

Devoted Cultist



Kitty_Mew

Vice Captain

Vicious Bloodsucker

PostPosted: Mon Apr 16, 2018 11:20 am
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Aidyn Frost
Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon

Cut you open and make you sick
Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did

ο»Ώβ‰ 


It was a relief to exit the burning stuffy building he'd been trapped it, to be outside of the place that brought back terrible memories. He coughed in the instant that he passed through the flames and in an instant realized the light flickering from his tail.

"S-s**t!" He yelped, bouncing from foot to foot and frantically patting out the flames, only to find that a good portion of it's soft white had now turned a messy scorched black. He hated that demon. It was bad enough that he'd show up and interfere, but also catch him on fire?

"I'll kill him."

Though, right now that wasn't his current objective or priority. No, he needed to hunt down there that sharp toothed boy ran off to after only catching a brief glimpse of him dashing away. It was still questionable if the wolf demon could remember and follow the boys scent at this time. Not with the scent of burning objects still stuck in his nose. So for a short while he only wandered in the direction he assumed was correct, and that would actually lead him in the wrong direction at first.

The disgruntled demon back tracked now. A growl was rolling through his throat until what was this? That familiar scent, and it lead to somewhere very few knew about... and even Aidyn wouldn't have if he hadn't followed the boys unseen trail. It was a confusing influx of tunnels and it would have brought the demon to a loss if he hadn't also picked up on a strange sound. The closer he became to it the more evident a strange screeching became and he could tell he was on track to find something. The screeching was of course odd, but nevertheless it was something of a clue to him.

"Oi, where are ya boy?" Aidyn spoke in the friendliest tone he could muster. Which may have been poor at best. "The freaky fire guys gone."

Of course... he hadn't a clue if what he heard was truly the boy or some monstrosity that could easily take his life. He hoped it wasn't the later.

β‰ 
Take the poison and lock your lips
Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did


Who?: Just me?
Mood: ----
Location: The UnderGround
OOC: ...

Starving Dog
 
PostPosted: Mon Apr 16, 2018 1:20 pm
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He had eaten the scrap metal, moving on to dig through the debris and dirt beneath in search of something more, going as far as taking mouthfuls of earth to fill his stomach with. It wasn’t nutrition by any means, but something to fill the void in his gut would at least make rest come easier to him. This place seemed safe, fairly quiet and still, a far cry from the activity the world outside provided. The world far different from his small enclosure where he had escaped- a world more like the chaotic pits he fought in, but filled with far stranger noises and etiquette he was not accustomed to. The difference was jarring, a culture shock of incomprehensible proportions for the scavenger whom was far more familiar with the cacophonous shouts of rowdy spectators, the constant panic and adrenaline rush of a fight as reprieve from a cramped cage and stifling chains. A different world, but one he was sure was far better to his life before.

He let out small, yipping barks beneath his breath with excitement as his digging fingers exposed an animal den- a burrowing rodent that squeaked in protest to its home being destroyed. It struggled a moment as the male seized it quickly, ripping it from the ground and using the beartrap of a mouth to rip into the creature with ease. The meal was warm, bloody, and a welcome relief from the filth and metal he had attempted to fill himself with previously. Gobbling the carcass with little mind to bone or fur in the least, he yipped again in hopes of finding another of the delectable morsel in the same vein of burrowed tunnels.

His feverish digging ceased when he heard a noise nearby, freezing as he listened carefully again for the cry. It was language- he knew that, not the call of an animal or anything of that sort, but the call of a sentient being speaking in a faintly warm tone. He strained his ears to listen again, moving to skulk away in an attempt to hide and better spot the one invading his newly found safe haven before it would spot him. His pilfered clothes of a raider helped to blend the male in with heaps of debris, but dust-covered pale hair would be harder to hide. He could fight now, even if just for a small amount of time, but the male figured it was best to hide, or if found, to resort to bluff and intimidation if necessary- though what good that seemed to do him so far.

Soon he caught glimpse of the intruder- the familiar sort that had helped to fight of the beast of flame. An ally, perhaps, though it would still be wise to exercise caution in this situation. Perhaps the other was hunting for food as well- food the other male was unwilling to part with. He let out a low growl- though the noise was a half-hearted threat than aggressive rumble, more of a noise of acknowledgement than warning. He kept himself still partially hidden, prefering to sit back and see what the other pale-haired male had wanted.


𝌝𝌝

The UnderGround
A voice
Panic and confusion
Raiding Wear


”Kitty_Mew”
 

Starving Dog
Captain

Devoted Cultist



Kitty_Mew

Vice Captain

Vicious Bloodsucker

PostPosted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 7:35 am
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Aidyn Frost
Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon

Cut you open and make you sick
Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did

ο»Ώβ‰ 


White ears flicked when they caught what sounded like the yipping noise a small dog or a fox might have made... yet it didn't seem entirely animalistic and that's what would catch his attention.

Aidyn turned, facing the direction of the noise only to see a mess of rubble and misplaced hunks of metal, that may have been a subway once for all he knew. There was no visible movement to the wolf, yet it didn't hurt to investigate. As he approached, slowly of course, the demon only stopped when he was greet with a rumbling growl like noise.

Aidyn's eye's turned to slits, unsure if this should be taken as a threat or something else. To him, it was common to come upon a creature too weak to make a threatening noise... so how would he handle this?

"That you boy?" He asked, his stance becoming something defensive in the care that it wasn't the sharp toothed male he searched for. "I ain't here to bring you back to that b*****d King Kill. I can help ya kill him if ya wanted though." He continued, but it was surely a risk. It was honestly questionable at this point if the boy communicate or understood more than screeches and growls.

In truth though... he wasn't entirely sure what he'd want to do with the metal toothed male if he did gain any for of trust. It would entirely depend on what he could get out of the options as they were laid out. He didn't care if he was lying.

β‰ 
Take the poison and lock your lips
Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did


Who?: That's a good question...
Mood: ----
Location: The UnderGround
OOC: ...

Starving Dog
 
PostPosted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 12:54 pm
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The pale-haired scavenger looked over his current target- the male from before that had helped him for seemingly incomprehensible reasons. Why had he helped him? The fear of burning flame hardly stuck with the talkative man, and the threat of the one wielding it seemed to hardly sway them at all. A powerful creature indeed, but what the fighter couldn’t figure out was why the other had followed him here, or why he insisted on furthering their contact together. Not that the scavenger could think of many reasons at all, deciding instead to take advantage of his still semi-hidden state to take slight inventory of the other. Fair skinned, fanged teeth, white hair- perhaps this male was somehow related to him in some manner? He had never seen one of his own kind that wasn’t malformed or stillborn- and his pursuer seemed too old to be a successful offspring of his- but could there indeed perhaps be some sort of familial relationship with the other? He growled at the mention of his former captor, King Kill, the other knew of him as well. Yes, this must be someone connected to him by blood, there simply could be no other explanation.

Slowly he crept out from hiding, eyes still locked on the demon with unblinking intensity as if waiting for the other to attack him or strike towards him. The scavenger moved in small, dodgy motions as he approached, making sure there was indeed a means of escape still available to him if things were to go poorly for him. He sniffed at the air near the other, hoping to pick up some smell the other gave off while still keeping a healthy distance. Growls, huffs and cagey body language, it had helped him to communicate well enough with wild creatures in the wastelands and in the pits, where conversation was useless and foreign. Now, however, it seemed vocal communication was far more beneficial- though strange and unfamiliar to him.

β€œKeeEe...Kkh...” he hissed in a chesty, phlemy manner in an attempt to form words he was unable to properly enunciate. Perhaps it would be wiser to say words he could say, or at least mimc in some sort of efficiency. For now, he would settle for merely aping the other’s words in his own voice in some vague attempt at communicating in a way the other could understand.
β€œBUUh...Bb...boYII...,” he fumbled, reaching out sheepishly with a bandaged hand and giving small, quick palm-down swipes at the other as if to try and goad an action from him, recoiling slightly after each one before leaning in again.

β€œbuh-OI...Hyihyihyihyiyi” he yipped out in a twisted version of a laugh, baring glinting metal teeth stained with bright red smears of blood. What a fun word. However, his amusement ceased when he recognized another word- a name, one the fire man had spoken. His smile fell, a sulking look on the young man’s face.

β€œBa-bAAd...no...” he huffed, moving to skulk a bit away from his new companion in his distaste. Surely the other didn’t want to take him as well? His almost playful demeanor turned defensive, shoulders hunched and rolled forward in an attempt to make the various adornments on his raiding clothes stick out more, hoping to look larger and more intimidating- less appetizing to fight.


𝌝𝌝

The UnderGround
β€˜Boy’
Curiosity
Raiding Wear


”Kitty_Mew”
 

Starving Dog
Captain

Devoted Cultist



Kitty_Mew

Vice Captain

Vicious Bloodsucker

PostPosted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 6:10 pm
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Aidyn Frost
Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon

Cut you open and make you sick
Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did

ο»Ώβ‰ 


Well okay then. It was clear to the demon now, that the boy in front of him wasn't fluent in the common tongue. Though it was nice to have him come out that easily and seem to be in a peppy mood despite his situation. At least until he mentioned that certain name.

Okay... that one WAS a bad move. So how would he communicate what he meant by this. How would he undo this?

Well forst, he would release a deep sigh. Aidyn put his hands up in a defensive manner, as if to take back his words without verbally communicating it. And along with it he simply said, "No." It was a word he could at least make out from the jumbled grunts. So he figured it was something the boy understood. It would serve as a word to say the the boy had mistaken his words. "Yes. King Kill bad." Then he would try to better explain that for the time being he agreed with the feral being.

It was honestly a little unsettling to hear this boy make odd attempts at speech. To realize just how bad off slaves to the western leader were. If he had any sort of heart left, maybe Aidyn would feel bad that one of his thoughts was to bring the boy back there. He didn't though, so this boy was just darn lucky that wasn't Aidyn's current intention.

"You like the word boy right?"

And with that statement, he held his ground, watching the boy carefully to see any sort of change. He was ready for any sudden movement that may involve the rabid boy making an attack simply out of miscommunication. It sucked that he lost his gun for the time being.

β‰ 
Take the poison and lock your lips
Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did


Who?: That's a good question...
Mood: ----
Location: The UnderGround
OOC: ...

Starving Dog
 
PostPosted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 9:53 am
𝙷 𝚒 𝚎 πš— 𝚊

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He watched the other curiously, taking in his body language before the male’s words stuck hold in his mind; the familiar gesture of defensive submission, an appeasing gesture even if it was rather faint in the scavenger’s eyes. The other followed his actions with words- short, simple ones that were far easier to digest than full sentences loaded with grammar, syntax and vague meanings. Bad. King Kill. Yes, this was indeed fact, added with the raised-palms stance from the other male, the scavenger assumed that it was an act of grovelling, hoping to rectify a mistake. He responded to the demon’s words and actions by letting his shoulders relax, allowing himself to shrug away the attempt to intimidate and frighten and instead slip back into the same sort of amused, curious nature he had expressed before. No, certainly one of his own kind knew King Kill was not one to return to- that was just stupid.

β€œB-...OI...Rrr...Aiyt...R-eyeT...yis...BoY rITE...yis...” he continued to let out a huffing sort of laugh-bark under his breath, clearly amused by this game he was certain the other was playing with him. A far cry from the snarling, screeching individual in the warehouse, that much was clear now. Then again, this new playmate wasn’t threatening him, and he bore a strong resemblance to a new, potential mate.

He returned to his yips and yelping, gulping sort of laughs as he continued to rock and swat playfully at the white-haired male, attempting to goad the other into a game he himself was far more familiar with.
β€œBooo-YiYiYi… yoo boy!” he barked, leaning in close enough to give the mercenary a playful, if rather rough, slap to the back of the arm before nearly stumbling over himself to put distance between them again. This game would be fun- at least since the male found himself no longer as close to severe hunger and the threat of fire was gone.

It wouldn’t seem as if Aidyn would get much for conversation from the young male.


𝌝𝌝

The UnderGround
β€˜Boy’
Curiosity and amusement
Raiding Wear
 

Starving Dog
Captain

Devoted Cultist



Kitty_Mew

Vice Captain

Vicious Bloodsucker

PostPosted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 12:22 pm
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Aidyn Frost
Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon

Cut you open and make you sick
Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did

ο»Ώβ‰ 


He breathed a sigh of relief when the feral male showed signs of understanding. It was clear now that the use of fewer words and simple gestures could allow him to communicate with the boy to an extent, even though he certainly couldn't communicate well in return. If anything, this was a heck of a lot less creepy than hearing those high pitched screeches that stung his ears.

It felt like an instant that the other males mood changed again, back to the playful sort it was moments ago, and Aidyn hadn't even had the chance to lower his hands. He wasn't sure how to take the little swats the boy made at him and simply stared at him in a form of confusion. He crossed his arms and let the boy play... at least for a moment.

"Y-yeah I'm a boy. Yer one-- HEY!" He growled as the boy smacked his arm. It was like communicating with a child at first, and that was something Aidyn wasn't exactly good it. To him, despite the playful nature of it, he took it as a negative action and acted poorly in return.

"What the ******** was that for?!" He took up an aggressive approach to the gesture. Aidyn grabbed for the other's arm while his other hand curled into a fist, and swung upwards in a motion that threatened to punch the boy. He acted mean, but he didn't give off the look of someone malicious, someone who wanted to kill or harm brutally... which was perhaps a mistake. Instead he showed annoyance more than anything and his fist was a much more gentle weapon than his claws.

It seems as though the angry wolf has forgotten to speak in simpler terms to the sharp toothed boy.


β‰ 
Take the poison and lock your lips
Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did


Who?: Sharp Tooth Boy.
Mood: Stupid, ^(&(*%$, what is wrong with you?!
Location: The UnderGround
OOC: ...

Starving Dog
 
PostPosted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 1:13 pm
𝙷 𝚒 𝚎 πš— 𝚊

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Oh what a fun new playmate he had found! He spoke in amusing noises, and seemed to have quite interesting reactions to his swats. The scavenger didn’t seem to register that perhaps his swats and hits would be construed as violent or aggressive, though the almost glossy, wide-eyed look of excitement paired with an almost hostile flash of teeth- a poor attempt at a smile perhaps- seemed to betray his more playful attitude.

Even as the other made an aggressive motion by grabbing his arm and threatening to hit him, stopping short of a connecting hit, the male let out an odd noise, suddenly leaning in close towards the others neck in a swift, sudden motion. He had opened his jaws to bite down, he would need to show the other male he was in control now, a shift of innocent play to something more sinister. He moved to push his body weight into the other, attempting to knock him off balance and gain the upperhand as well as try to show the other his own physical strength against him. What a fun game this was, it only felt natural to take things a step further in his excitement. Surely the other would not have acted in such a manner if he didn’t want to wrestle a bit? That was how these sort of games ended, after all.

He was still not to his full strength, or speed, granting his intended target of aggressive affections a small window to move away from a potentially harmful bite from a mouth full of metal teeth designed to tear and maim. He didn’t pull his arm away from the other, simply taking it as an invitation to move in closer, to take in his scent, to fully enjoy this turn of events.


𝌝𝌝

The UnderGround
β€˜Boy’
Excited
Raiding Wear


”Kitty_Mew”
 

Starving Dog
Captain

Devoted Cultist



Kitty_Mew

Vice Captain

Vicious Bloodsucker

PostPosted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 10:45 am
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Aidyn Frost
Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon

Cut you open and make you sick
Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did

ο»Ώβ‰ 


It was quick that he'd realized that moving in close to the other male was a poor decision on his part. Sharp metal teeth were now aimed for his throat and there was little he could think to do to prevent it... His hold on the boy wasn't exactly ideal, but it was helpful enough to slow down this attack by even the smallest of moments. Enough of a moment where he could pull back his other arm from the failed attack and latch his fingers onto messy white hair. He's didn't entirely escape the bite, and blood rushed down his neck, but it was enough to escape a lethal attack.

He did however, find himself falling flat on his back while focusing only on that aspect of the attack. How troublesome.

Aidyn breathed heavily, refusing to let go but also unable to think of a further attack in the moment. What mattered right now, against a trained fighter, was defense. Even for a demon who usually couldn't care less about his own safety, this situation was terrifying. Those teeth were terrifying and the other male had him in a horrible position.

"Get off." He snarled, pulling at the rabid boys hair and attempting to push him away. It was no wonder why Dante had a hidden fear and sense of cautiousness when dealing with the western raiders. Aidyn just never dealt with one first hand.


β‰ 
Take the poison and lock your lips
Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did


Who?: Sharp Tooth Boy.
Mood: GOD DAMN TEETH.
Location: The UnderGround
OOC: ...

Starving Dog
 
PostPosted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 7:48 am
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              x”D u k e” C a d ex; C r e a t u r ex

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              Finding his erstwhile (former?) ally turned out to be much more difficult than he had anticipated. He knew to look for traces of the fire on the mostly-paved streets (easier to keep on track on the pavement, even where shattered, than the dirt; he had to stop every once in a while to confirm he really was still on track). Overall it was an easy trail to follow. The stops he took to confirm were just to make sure, as well as to surreptitiously look around into adjacent alleys, behind dumpsters…anywhere a fresh body might be found. He didn’t have his knife anymore, so it was unclear what he would have done if he had found a body, but he didn’t get a chance to find out. Cruel world aside, apparently it was a day to be alive. He couldn’t really begrudge the city for that, no matter how inconvenient it was for him.

              At some point he shifted his shirt so that it would better cover the raw stump where an arm should be. It wasn’t that it was so unusual an injury that many would be disgusted; it was more that his unusual state was obvious with a look to his insides outside of his torso. Nothing reeked, but the longer he didn’t have an arm, the more putrid the flesh would look, until he could find some replacement. And so he shrugged the shirt up, pulling his single arm out of the sleeve and shrugging most of the fabric onto his shoulder. Between his teeth and hand, he managed to tie the fabric off. The bare side of his stomach and chest caused him to pause and re-evaluate his decision (there were a vast collection of stitches and scars) but ultimately decided it was an improvement. They weren’t pretty, but there was no rotting look to them, excepting the blue-ish color of his skin.

              The last stretch of tracking was by far the most difficult. Cade had never been to the Underground. He didn’t know where the door was or how exactly to get down into it. If the trail had been any less clear he might not have found it no matter how he tried (though perhaps he would; his family’s manor had had its share of secret doors and hidden places, created mostly to enable the sabotage and murder they were so fond of). But it was clear, and eventually he worked out where the entrance was, slipping down into the Underground.

              It seemed he’d stumbled right into his target, not far from the entrance he’d found. He experienced an automatic jolt as he registered the scene in front of him. His ally on the ground, on his back, the man who’d attacked him on top of him. For a moment he stopped, unsure if he was interrupting an amorous encounter. If that were so, he’d back away quietly and leave them to it, his duty spent with the knowledge that the other was fine.

              He was close enough, however, that he heard the words ’Get off’ and the scene transformed. He noticed the tight grip of hair, the wild look in the attacker’s eyes, and with wide eyes rushed to intervene. With only one arm and no weapon he would be of limited help, but he was still a muscular man, and strong from a life as a soldier. He would still try.

              He swooped in, wrapping his arm around the attacker’s chest, pulling back as hard as he could to rip the other man up and off.


              Kitty_Mew
              ”Starving Dog”
 

C l e a r b r e e z e


Starving Dog
Captain

Devoted Cultist

PostPosted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 8:34 am
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The squirming of the other pale-haired male only seemed to affirm to the scavenger that this was quite a fun game. Excitedly yipping and letting out low, rumbling growls- an attempt at wooing perhaps- he merely pushed himself further into the male, grinding a sharp hip into the other’s thigh while still attempting to anchor his teeth into flesh. It simply didn’t feel right without it, and his patience with the other’s struggles wore thin as his instinct for procreation was starting to gnaw at him. He soon felt fingers tangle into his hair, pulling his head back and away from his intended biting target but the act did little to deter the growling male’s lusts. Instead he saw it merely as a form of foreplay, fueling his own pressing into the other as yips turned into a more vaguely human noise of soft, panting sighs.
Any further gratification against the mercenary's leg was disturbed as the male was torn away suddenly from his newest idol of affection, the sound of air being ripped from his lungs as a powerful arm wrapped around him and pulled him away. He didn’t see it as a sign that he was being prevented from assaulting his new friend, but that a rival wanted to move in on his prize. It only caused more of a frustrating confusion as the metal-toothed scavenger recognized the scent of pseudo-decay, and the feel of cold flesh against his own heated skin. He was pulled away from the warm, welcoming flesh of his new friend, a new mate, a means of pleasure in this confusing world.

Needless to say this did not put the scavenger in the best of moods.

Another shrieking cry, squirming his body wildly in an effort to wring himself loose from an unwanted grasp- despite his rival having only one arm the walking corpse seemed to have size and strength over him, and with the threat of an opposing male going after what he had seen as his new friend-with-benefits, he felt more threatened than anything. He shrieked an attempt of words, now attempting to try and bite his enemy in order to get back to his intended actions.


𝌝𝌝

The UnderGround
β€˜Boy’, Enemy
Excited, Angry
Raiding Wear


”Kitty_Mew”

”C l e a r b r e e z e”

 
PostPosted: Thu Apr 26, 2018 6:36 pm
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Aidyn Frost
Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon

Cut you open and make you sick
Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did

ο»Ώβ‰ 


The situation was going from bad to worse for the poor demon, because just as he thought he'd deterred the other male from further action, it seemed as though he only encouraged another. The teeth were no longer a threat, for the moment, but now what was this? It hadn't entirely clicked within the wolfs head, as the other pushed down into his leg, and initially he thought of it as somewhat of a hold on him... until it became a grinding motion and this strange boy started breathing heavy and Aidyn's face flushed.

Perhaps if he had any interest in such interactions, he may have been turned on by this realization... but he wasn't. The demon had never found the appeal that others, like Dante, had in the act. "You're ********' kidding me!" He growled, and just when he was about to dig claws into the boys gut a weight was pulled away from his body. Red eyes looked in surprise to find his former ally pulling the unruly boy away.

He breathed a sigh of relief and let his body fall limp for only but a second at the sight of the blue skinned male. "Never thought I'd be so glad to see ya man." Aidyn spoke, and took a good moment to gather himself until he noticed the angry boy squirming in the others grip. It was a true statement, because honestly he wasn't entirely sure if he liked the guy... he still saw him as a sort of object, one to be sold. Someone who had tried to sell away his other prize only moments before... but again he was finding himself in the blue skinned males debt.

That couldn't be good for the nasty wound the guy had. Aidyn rocked and leap to his feet. "Ey boy." He growled and grabbed for the boys white hair again to yank it and gain his attention. Trying not to get bit himself of course.

"Calm down." He spoke slowly and gestured with his other hand... maybe that would mean something to the boy? "This idiot don't understand half of what I'm saying, but he wasn't so feisty a second ago." He then said to the undead male.

β‰ 
Take the poison and lock your lips
Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did


Who?: Sharp Tooth Boy, Dead Guy!
Mood: -A-;;;.
Location: The UnderGround
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Starving Dog

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Kitty_Mew

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PostPosted: Fri Apr 27, 2018 4:41 pm
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              The shock of the attacker’s cry--shrill and high-pitched and loud--nearly caused him to loosen his grip entirely. He grit his teeth even as his stomach dropped slightly, disturbed by the sheer wildness of the other’s movements, the lack of clear rational mind inside of the body.

              His nervousness was immediately pitched higher as the attacker thrashed against his grasp, biting the air uncomfortably close to the top of his bicep, grazing the skin even. Eyes wide, he could only wish that he had a second arm to really lock the other in place. With the disparity in their sizes, like that, he would have been confident he could hold this…animal as long as he needed to. Without it, he had to hold as tight as possible, bruisingly hard, digging his fingers in, to keep the squirming from being immediately effective.

              Ears still ringing from the shrieks, he didn’t hear his former ally speak to him. That was, he didn’t hear until the other approached his still-squirming attacker. Cade pinched his eyebrows together, at a loss for why the other didn’t just run; didn’t seem to take advantage of the oppurtunity Cade was granting him at all. He tried to shift his grip slightly, but there was a limit to how long he could handle this kind of stress on the arm. Eventually his stitches would start to pull. At that point, Cade would let go, with regret. He wasn’t going to leave himself helpless after all the dangerous characters he’d encountered today, between the antlered man, this wild thing, and the fire demon.

              ”If he doesn’t understand, wouldn’t it better to secure this…person, if you want to talk to him? I will have to let go soon.”



              Kitty_Mew
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