The Game [o]

[Kana]

"It's all about the game and if you can take it..."

A game. Is that what it is for me? Is that all that is left for me? Am I to be this weapon of science in a world of primitive violence. I am not meant to be here... I'm not meant to be alive much less here. In the eyes of reality I do not exist. In the eyes of the living I'm a hellion and a creature to be feared and slaughtered or studied and contained. No... I will not allow this to be my only path, my only future! I am Chize'l, the Hell Hound and the Primordial Weapon. I will do as I please when I please it. My demands shall be met and my peace uninterrupted. This world will learn to mold in my paws to look and behave as I dictate.

My muscles jerked as I moved under the to-dark-to-be-blood red coat. The dark gray stripes blended into my fur, yet was easily pronounced in the mid-morning light. A genetically designed creature I was and I would remain, a curse and a plague upon the good... a blessing and savior to monsters like I. My paws had led me to the Ohu Mountains and before me it stood. The legendary mountain I had heard so much about and through my one remaining eye I watched the light dance off the snow capped peaks. A strange, ugly shape dirtied the scene. Akakabuto... the demonic creature had built that strange fort-like mass. Then the Great Danes, Hougen and Gemba, had used it to rule. What weaklings, they had died. All three had fallen so easily under the fangs of mere dogs. It took many a dog however to bring their reigns to an end... if he had been created then he would have killed them to take over. They were not like he... Akakabuto was close with his demonic ways, yes, but he was not designed in every cell to be a weapon and a monster of Hell. I was.

The muscles around my strong set jaws pulled upwards in a sickening grin, one of instinctual pleasure. The idea of dominance thrilled me as did hunting and killing. I was some primitive creature yet meant to combat technology. What a game... a sick one, but one I have to play. I slinked forward steadily with eyes narrowed and chin high. "GGGAARRRUUUUU" The sound of some mutant howl crossed my lips. I couldn't speak save for a few words and phrases so I snarled, growled, whined, and howled. Those sounds were all I could manage in the instinct driven side of me. It was one of the few defects in my creation. I had the vocal cords of a three month old child. Shame really, but at least I can get my points across with a good snarl or two.

Now I waited. My shoulders well over five feet. I was nearly two dogs high and three long. My tail lashed wildly behind me in impatience and I paced back and forth like a caged animal, waiting for the gate to open. "Oh Chize'l... You've found yourself a playground." From my undeveloped throat came a gruff, sickening, tormenting, diabolical, sadistic, plain evil chuckle. I had the playground, now I just needed to other kids that I could play with. What can I say, it's instinctual.

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"...It's all about the game and if you can play it."

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[Feral]

They said every dog had its day. And everyday was lived like his last. No longer did he pine and mourn for those lost. There was only those he protected here and now; the pack was his future. If every dog had his day, his day was this day. But if it had to be a dog eat dog world, he'd make sure it wasn't them. Not all in his pack was fierce warrior or trained monster. Most of them had come here seeking shelter and protection. And that was just what he'd give.

It was not the Alpha of Ohu Reborn that trekked this path however. The dog patrolling this spot of their territory was only one of a platoon of soldiers that trekked this place every day. Odysseus may have more at stake in this pack than anyone. His mate would have pups soon, he had made friends here, and even gained the trust of their leader who had made him the official leader of R Platoon, the Platoon named after one of Ohu's legendary dogs, the bear hound Riki.

One could say that it was a little bird which told him of a stranger in their midst. Odysseus was no trained assassin, he was no ex-pit fighting dog. He was a hunter, but he would fight when required. That was what leaders did, what his status as platoon member was. And something in the air told him that today's visitor was not of the passive, innocent variety. The five year old pointer mix picked up his pace, running through the viridian fields.

A strange howl echoed across the terra, it was quite unlike anything he had ever heard. And Odysseus had lived in the wilds for quite some time now. His surprise would increase two fold as he came upon the visage of the intruder of Ohu. Strange as the fellow may be, big as he may be, the hunting dog had no fear. In fact he barked a command as soon as the hound was in sight. It was the voice of a Sargent accustomed to being respected. "Halt! State your business in Ohu territory!"

[Kana]

"It's all about the game and if you can take it..."

The game had begun with the arrival of the pointer mix. I smiled again, ever so cruely, at him as he commanded me to speak. I had an excuse, ha I can't speak. Okay that's not entirely true. "Play." Came my truthful response. I wasn't here to do anything, but play life's sick little game. The game of survival was strong in me and I intent on having my fun whether or not this small creature would play with him willingly. I'm not one to wait, it was not designed to be patient, but I have the patient persistance of the hunt that all predators possess... but I still hate waiting. This game had players, time to hit the start button. My turn first.

I cut off all preliminaries that predators usually do before fighting. Stiff legged walks. Growling. Sizing each other up. Looking for the upper hand. No I did none, I cut straight to my lovely game. And what a game we'd make it! Muscles buzzed, blood boiled, and my mind narrowed in on every violent cell in my mind. My body swayed as I ran, blurring my location in an attempt to see if that scarred eye of his interupted his vision. That was my target... I had a scar over the same eye, but mine took up almost all of that side of my face. I'd let him feel the pain that crippled me for weeks after I had received mine. I'd let him suffer like the weapon I was, but I'd not let him run like the predator I am. My jaws tightened and stiffened, preparing to slash downwards on the smaller dog. I'm large... huge, but that doesn't, mean I'm slow. For god's sake I'm built as a perfect weapon, my phyisique is unmatched. Of course my social skills lack fatally, for others of course. My mental structure... I'll just leave it at I'm no rocket scientist like the ones that created me.

The rush of adrenaline silenced all thoughts, I falling into the sequence of the biological weapon mixed with wild beast. I used the body science gave me and the instinct that the wild gave me. Blood would frenzy me if my jaws broke skin. Each glistening, white, narrow fang in my jaws lusted for the metallic liquid and my chest felt tight in anticipation. I finally was there, it had felt like so long, but that was the fault of thoughts. My paws dug into the ground with heavy claws and I threw my head downwards at an angle to slive diagonally, directly along the scar over his eye.

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"...It's all about the game and if you can play it."

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[Amon]

Constantine woke up as the sun crested in the majestic mountains. He rose to all fours and stretched his stocky body, his armor squeaked. He yawned and shook his head trying to make his eyes open up. This was a lovely place to live, a sanctuary were dogs could live in harmony under the protection of the strong. His paws walked their way to the river, a usual morning ritual for his wake up water. Constantine lapped up the cool gently flowing water. It was an pleasant change from the dirty gutter water that he was used to.

He breathed in the frosty air. The chill entered his body, he felt its chill in his chest. Constantine let out a long exhale as if to thank for another marvelous day. His wide paws padded along as Constantine began his patrol. The birds sang, the water rolled along, and the air moved in a placid dance.

A monstrous howl echoed throughout the mountains. It shattered the picturesque scene of a calm morning. The docile songs stopped, the breezed became a stiff slow suffocation. Somethings wrong...

Constantine felt his lips pull back into a snarl, his legs shook and the hackles raised under his armor. Some sort of entity had risen its ugly head in this sacred land. He found himself running towards the noise. The sound of metal clanked to the tempo of his paws hitting the earth.

[shadow=gray,left,300]The only way the tree of freedom can exist is by being watered with the blood of patriots and tyrants alike.[/shadow]

The Molassian now understood how profound those words were...

[Feral]

Odysseus would only scoff beneath his breath at the strange canine's reply. Great, just great, now he was stuck dealing with some crazy ... thing. Would wonders never cease. Well, as much as he wanted to chase the beast off on his own, Odysseus knew he had a duty as Platoon Leader. "Whatever." Quickly the pointer woudl give off a howl, alerting his pack that there was an intruder in their midst. There was little time for much else however as the strange dog set off on the offensive.

The hunting dog would swiftly turn about, sidestepping the bloodthirsty hounds fangs. They always tried to go for the eye, how annoying. But as quick as he was the pointer mix was no tosa or mastiff, he was lean and build for retrieving birds. Odysseus was not physically built for fighting such a monstrosity of a dog. Hopping out of the strange dog's way, he could only keep the hound occupied until his pack came. Odysseus was no fool, he knew he could not tear this thing's throat out ... at least not on his own. "Alright monster. I'll play."

[Amon]

Like an ink stain on a white rose, the begining of a futile and bloodstained battle began. Constanine was racing to the spot. His heart drummed against his chest. Running a long distance was not one of his strong points, his heavy armor became more of a burden than a defense. His sprint slowed to a trot, his tounge lolled. I need to conserve my energy for the fight... He licked the roof of his mouth.

His hackles knew that he was getting closer, his light turquoise eyes narrowed in the slits of his facial armor, It won't be long now...

[kyzukki]

Kyzukki stiffened as the wind shifted, bringing to her overly sensitive nose the smell of other dogs. Well, another dog and something else. Something not made by Mother Nature. Whatever it was, it smelled like a mash of things. Metalic blood, spicy rage, ashy death, and the cinnamen smell of insanity. How these scents made sense to her, she didn't know nor understand. She was eight months old, after all, though she was far from niave when it came to the way of the world.

Walking slowly forward, light splash against her snow-white fur, throwing her ginger right ear, paws, and tail-tip into bright relief. Bloodly patches in the snow. Funny, since she was a healer. The Irish Setter crept through the bushes, blue-specked-brown eyes curious but wary as she moved closer to the scents. She smelled the other more clearly now, the creatures scent having over-powered it before. The rain-scent smell of old regret, and the oddly chocolate scent of a Pointer, diluted a bit by the scent of another breed she couldn't quite get.

Crouching low to the ground, using her mothers teaching of stealth as well as her experience with guerilla warfare, the Irish Setter puppy crept toward a bush, peering through the leaves and branches, eyes widening as she watched the battle stirring in front of her, awed and only slightly frightened.