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[Kana]

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It was a shameful thing, that sky and the expanse of air that held it up. The city skies had been stained with shades of vermillion, navy, and a sickening purple that faintly reminded her of her own pelt. At the thought the strange female glanced down as if to check for that purple hue in her pelt where a shaft of light hit it, finding the shifting color as suspected. Once again her eyes rose to take in the sight. Though dark clouds hung sparsely in the sky they were opaque, allowing shafts of light to become pronounced against the damp scene. The rains had passed and those depressing clouds soon to follow suit. Below them, cowering as helpless as ever yet rebellious enough to keep on breathing, stood the city’s buildings. When had the world decayed to this level. Tall skyscrapers tore at the smog-influenced colors of the sky. Burning chemicals, that’s all those many shades of color were, and their producer denied the blame it deserved to bear. The world no longer knew truth nor responsibility and because of that the shamed and yet shameless buildings the world continued to fade away. Their sins and her own strangled it, constantly influencing and ebbing its flow as they deemed necessary.

Rubix slid through the city streets with an ease that showed just how comfortable she was among the humans of the diverse city. She didn’t see himself as one of them, but she found them similar to herself. They would gladly chop down their fellows for their own gain and do it with a smile on those strange, flat muzzles of theirs. She had no qualms with walking as their equals. Most canines looked down on the humans, seeing them as violent and barbaric creatures and yet they were all quite similar. Humans had feelings, families, goals, whether they were good or bad was not for canines to judge. Their views differ and one cannot understand with eyes clouded by hate. To see with eyes unclouded was to understand and when you understand you then have the right to judge. Until those other dogs walked with the humans, and understood their complex minds, Rubix alone would judge them. The reason she even bothered in the first place? They were… puzzling.

The large black dog stopped mid-step and looked around the open-air market she was walking through. A fish monger’s stand stood nearby and caught her multi-colored eyed stare. The man let out a stream of profanity, waving a machete he’d been using to cleave at and clean the fish he was selling. Rubix smiled her wide, deranged grin and tilted her head till it was completely horizontal. The sight of a dog’s neck bending at such an angle, coupled with those pure white fangs bared - in a somehow human and yet inhuman- smile unnerved the man. He glared at Rubix in both fear and hatred. With a chuckle Rubix straightened her head and walked past without a second glance at the man. To instill fear in a human was an interesting feat, she’d discovered. Ke, ke, ke. The fae chuckled again to herself. It had been a puzzle, figuring out how to scare someone in a new way. Humans had grown to understand fangs and claws and growls, so to see a dog rebel in such a way… yes, it was an interesting ability indeed. At a young age Rubix had broken her neck, luckily it hadn’t caused damage and due to her young age her body quickly healed it. Ever since she’d been able to angle her neck in either direction so that her head was completely horizontal. You could place a straight-edge over her tilted head and would find it to be a perfect horizon. The eternally smiling canine was pleased with herself and so headed home. Home. If you could call an old warehouse a home, then yes. It was home. Tokyo was a big city and the part she haunted was not particularly industrial compared to downtown Tokyo. The only reason the Nishi-Arai Factory was there was because of the Tobu Railway that cut through that part of the city. Most of the surrounding places were suburbs, schools, and the like. The market was a bit away from her home, but Rubix found prey easily there. At the thought of food Rubix chuckled again, laying out on the window sill that had been swept free of broken glass, as her favorite proverb came to mind. It was the one truth to her.

“He that makes himself a sheep shall be eaten by the wolf.”

[This thread is only for my Rubix and Barghest's Minoru. Please do not post here. Btw Barghest, Minoru has a girly name. *blank face* I blame Touretts for that!]

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[Feral]

))-flail fail- Sorry for the delay. Been museless and occupied offline. And he does not o: ok maybe a little girly shh((


Wheeze, howl. He hated this town. People, cars, pet dogs on strings. He hated them all. And so, that was why, the strand of leather remained embedded in his teeth. Blood staining his muzzle and flecks of poofy orange fur mixed in. The human hadn't a chance, not when he leapt from the alley and snatched the little puff ball on a string from its grimy furless paws. Poomer-what, pommy, pompom, something. Pomeranian, that was it! He didn't make much of a meal, all fluff really, Minoru was still hungry, starving actually. It was time ... for bigger prey. And then he would leave this town and go back to killing stray hunting dogs in the wild. They were a bit tougher flesh, but much more filling than these rats on leashes held by flat muzzle furless human beings.

Growl, snarl. This was one of few times he would venture into the city. Ever since the flat faces had caught his leg in a trap, the wires embedded even to this day, the cannibal mutt had avoided the streets. For some reason however, he felt called her today. Perhaps he would eat a human instead of just tearing their throats out and leaving them to bleed. But not now, now he was still hungry and his paws were soar from so much travel. He hated the streets, they filed his nails down against his will. And he hated the smell. It reminded him on the concrete bottom of his cage way back when. He hated it.

Snicker, scoff. Minoru's ears perked. Tilting his emerald head across the street, his eyes caught on something intriguing. A large warehouse, maybe there were strays there to make a meal out of. With a silent chuckle to himself, the green mean canine slunk into the building. He could smell another here, but not any other scents besides dusts. Disappointing, but as long as there was one, a big stray, he could have a fine supper yet. And so, the mongrel went on the hunt.

[Kana]

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What luck, what luck indeed! The fae smirked wickedly to herself, lips streaching wider than they had been before. Wether or not she was ever happy didn't have any effect on her facial features, it was always that smile. It seemed that the moment her words had been swallowed up by the dusty warehouse, said sheep came forward. Like a lamb to the slaughter is what the humans said, yes? Yes. She nodded to herself in agreeance with herself. Naturally she wouldn't be hidden for long. The afternoon's sun was angled enough that it shown through the broken window she was sitting on, casting her shadow in a square of light. The shadow seemed like ink, rather than a simple shadow. Though the light through the window should have glown against the shadows, it was her shadow that seemed to be all consuming. How fitting.

"Kekeke, good evening my friend. What brings you into my slaughter house?"

A true statement it was. Lined across some of the old warehouse crates, against the back wall, were various clumps of fur or bone that looked like they'd been either chewed to pulp or hacked up after being scarfed down. Rubix grinned at her guest. There was fur on his lower jaw... orange fur. It stuck out against his green pelt in a hideously ridiculous way. She lifted a single claw to point at the corner of her lip, then pointed it at him. With a wide grin she chuckled her crow-like laugh once more. She shifted on her throne of shattered glass and conrete, rolling her black (but purple in the light) shoulders under the last warm tendrils of sunlight. Rubix lazily pointed to her lip again, eyes narrowed into lines as she smiled.

"Ya got a little something right there, Hun."

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[Feral]

Inhale, exhale. He breathed in deep, smelling her out before she ever called to him. Not that he was so foolish as to think himself alone in a place that smelled of dusty death. His eyes rolled, unimpressed with some she dog cackling and peering down at him like a vulture. As if he couldn't take care of it with a single swipe of the paw or chomp of the jaw.

Hack, cough. He spit the blob of fur and scrap of bejeweled collar onto the concrete. ”Don't talk unless I tell you.” Bah, females. They were better when they just shut up and listen. ”Or maybe after I make you dinner.” But hunger overrides all else. Even good thinkin'.

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Rubix stilled at his command. If anything her grin widened, lips quirking even farther to the point they were bordering under her eyes. Despite her cannibal tendencies and all-around lack of common sense and manners, she always kept her smile clean. Honestly, dogs seemed more creeped out that way. Her bright white smile and neon eyes (as well as the matching neon bands around her right ankle) stood out strikingly against her fur in the darkness, swallowing and all light around her as she hunted down her meals. Of course, normally they would only see one neon green eye seeing as her bangs heavily hid her bright blue, left eye.

With another bird-worthy laugh, matching the way she leered down at him like a vulture, clawed its way up her throat. At least she hadn't said anything. The sheep never said anything about her 'kek-ing' only when told. She gave a light chuckle at the thought and jumped from the window to a crate, sniffing around for a moment before finding exactly what she wanted. Doberman.

The raven-colored dog was pleased with herself as she sat by an ominous lump of meat, facing Minoru and keeping a single bright eye on him while inspecting how fresh this particular dog was. The breed was Doberman, obviously from how long and lean the muscles were and an adult by the strength of them. She'd killed him what? Two nights ago? No, three. With a single 'kek' Rubix leaned down, shredding into the pile of cleanly cut leg muscles that she herself had 'dissected' off the dog. There was a satisfying smack of lips when she slurped down the muscle, not bothering to chew but still revelling in the flavor on her tongue. Doberman was always a bit stringy, but could be a good refresh after to many days of collies and akitas, which normally served to fill her. Though she was beginning to regret letting Romeo waltz out of her home with that delicious little akita-wolf mix. Bet he would have tasted absolutely heavenly... not that a creature of hell like herself should ever even lay eyes on Heaven's gates.

Rubix looked up from the Doberman remains, watching Minoru with only a slight smile on her lips. She quirked her head to the side, still honoring his... 'request' for her silence. She would continue to play with the sheep till she was satisfied with the entertainment of tonight's dinner theater.

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[Feral]

The mongrel watched, hoping she would just try something. Anything to give him an excuse to kill her. Oh wait. He didn't need any excuses! There was no rhyme or reason to which dogs he killed or their masters who he'd slain. Other than hunger. And he wasn't really that hungry now. Despite how little the last meal had been, and how easy (of course) it would be for him to kill this cackling she dog or just steal the old prey she drug from whatever depths. Her laugh was getting on his nerves. But … he was growing rather bored rather quickly. It was as if she weren’t worth his time …

No one was.

Still, lack of real hunger and pseudo obeying of his whim didn't mean he couldn't just kill her anyway. Maybe he was just itching for a fight. He didn't usually both with females. ”Boring.” Yawning, as if to indicate his boredom, he began to turn away from the buzzard …

Only a fool would think they could take him down just because his back was turned.