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Post by themoondinosaur on Jan 28, 2012 10:39:04 GMT -5
Dragunov slowly padded his way down the alley, smirking slightly as he did so. He had so many fond memories of this place ever since he was pup with his master. They'd walk together down the alley with the weapon that their client ordered and patiently wait, being prepared for the worst. Once Dragunov was old enough, he was trained to carry the weapon of choice and helped out with his master. But those days were gone now.
"Hmm... Looks like one of the surviving drug dealers visited here a few hours ago." the doberman mix commented to himself, recognizing the familiar smell of cocaine and meth on the ground "Humans are really stupid. They're on the verge of death and they still want to get high and worry about business. But I guess I can't really say anything as I'm a dog. A lower species."
The large dog snarled out his last sentence lethally.
"Almost all humans really are stupid."
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Post by irony on Jan 28, 2012 12:46:01 GMT -5
 Surviving drug dealer? Maybe he’d managed to outlast Toy Soldier, but the man who’d strewn the bitter scent of drugs and chemicals throughout the alley wasn’t surviving anything, anymore. Humans were easy targets. You wag your tail a little bit, widen up those big brown eyes, flop feebly along the pavement, and BAM, a quick meal for a big dog. No one could insist that a dog Sascha’s size ought to survive on half eaten tins of tuna in the trash.
The Caucasian shepherd was stretched out in the back of the alley, licking the last remnants of gooey goodness from his massive paws, when he heard the tell-tale click of nails on pavement. And then a voice.
“Dinner an’ a show,” Sascha grinned and eased himself onto his great limbs, giving himself one good stretch and a yawn – flashing yellow-white teeth in the dim light of the alley. He’d had his fill, no worries about protecting the carcass, so if this new fellow wanting a few nibbles himself, that was fine and dandy with Sascha.
He cast one last glance at the bloody mess, snorted, and turned on heel to greet whomever was heading his way.
Another male it seemed – fine with him – biggish fellow, dark and moody looking. Sascha stretched his black lips out in a toothy grin.
“Nah. None of ‘em got any brains. Or balls, fer that matter. Ye’d hope to have at least one, yeah?”
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Post by themoondinosaur on Jan 28, 2012 13:03:13 GMT -5
The Rottweiler Doberman mix glanced at the newcomer. A male Caucasian shepherd. They were pretty big dogs but Dragunov never judged other canines by breed, height or status so he was pretty unfazed by the other dog's large stature.
"Not all humans fella." the dog replied, voice relaxed and friendly "Just like with us. We have our dogs who're smart and stuff but we also have dogs that really need balls."
The 6 year old mutt really meant what he said. He'd seen dogs who'd have a heart attack at the sound of a bullet while others acted like nothing ever happened.
"Anyway, I assume you made a kill?" Dragunov asked the bigger dog "Mind if I take a bit of your prey to refill my energy big fella?"
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Post by Boston on Feb 2, 2012 16:22:23 GMT -5
Boston sauntered down Dane Avenue. She had just come from the park where she chased and terrorized the poor flocks of birds that gathered there. She was traveling at a decent pace her overgrown nails clicking against the worn asphalt. She watched as vehicles sped passed, the passengers who accompanied the vehicles stared at her, One even called out. "Damn Mutt!" Boston let a growl slip passed her parted jaws. She felt a deep hatred for humans, for she watched them murder her mother when she was only 6 months old.
Boston continued on, finally turning into an alley way. Only to see two other canines, Boston approached the two cautiously, her curvy frame weaving between the two brutes. "Hello, fellas." She said, a toothy grin appearing along her maw as she flicked her tail from one side to the other.
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