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« Thread Started on Nov 26, 2006, 4:55pm » | |
A breeze rustled up some of the fallen leaves and blew them into Zanithier's face. He kept a steady pace and a keen eye for any type of movement. For Zanithier was way off his own territory, he was on Ghost's.
Zanithier has grown tired of the mine shafts, they are constantly cave ins that threaten the pack, the air is hard to breath, and a foul aroma comes somewhere in the mines. The land outside is no better, the foul oder from the mines travels until the far end of his territory and the squirrels seem to over populate the area with their annoying chatter and constant bickering about stupid things.
Zanithier approached the entrance of the dog fighting kennels. Humans scent was marked all over this place along with other smells, but it was better than what Zanithier had. He took one last glance behind him before entering.
Not far after entering the smell of blood filled the air. And it wasn't just animal blood, human blood was mixed in it as well. Which was something Zanithier loved ever since attacking his last owner. Some of it was stained in the dirt in little spots where it wasn't covered up. Most of it was dried on the walls, human hand prints and what looked like the blood from some dogs coat that had brushed up against the wall.
Zanithier continued on leaving his paw prints in the dirt until he saw the kennels. More dried blood smeared over objects and the ground. Zanithier's amber eyes were searching for any sight of human or animal. Nothing, either Ghost hadn't sensed his presence or he was waiting for the right moment to attack.
"Ghost! Where the hell are you? Come out and show yourself, that is if your not afraid of me." Zanithier couldn't help taunt him. Tension rose up inside him he was ready to fight for his new territory.
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« Reply #1 on Nov 26, 2006, 5:22pm » | |
Think box processed the aroma of an intruder with further interpretation, and thought he found it to belong to Zanithier's personal aroma such a wretched scent compared to any other Zanithier was one of the only canines who even managed to stand on the lines of a worthy opponent for Ghost. His calling was emmited amongst the echoeing cement he knew what the canine was searching for, but it was not to happen not today, not tomorrow. Muscles contracted taking a seat on the bale with out noise smirk surfaced then plastered amongst the shepherd lik mug of the canine. Base fibers where of a greyish hue, and the fibers that lay atop on the surface where of a ebony hue which acted as a mask. His green eyes illuminated against the dark background.
The decision was not made whether to take the cheap shot, or have a bit of fun, and torture the poor soul he was now amongst the canines turf which gave him a great dissadvantage. A slight whisper was emmited " Here you fool. " . Muscles contracted once more then let loose springing him forth to another bale the shadows where used wisely as security hiding his muscular frame. He watched waiting for the foolish canine to twist in fright towards his last resting spot. Many of his opponents where drove nutty before being killed, but no one knew that except for the ones who rarely survived to tell of it maybe this canine knew of the stories it would add to his fright hopefully. The shadowing greys of his pelt hid him well though as he moved swiftly, and noiseless. Such a canine able to sit upon a high stacked bale must be agile for they rocked under the mass of anything, but when he stood they did not cower under his mass he kept balance well, though a fall would be fatal. Little did the canine know now he was within the fighting pitt.
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« Reply #2 on Nov 26, 2006, 6:52pm » | |
Within the shadows a calm reply came, "Here you fool" Zanithier turned his head in fright from where it came from. A swift and almost silent leap to another shadow was followed after the voice.
Zanithier looked around frantic for a few moments. He had heard stories about Ghost, how he drove his challengers insane with mystical mind powers before he killed them and other stories that Zanithier never believed until now. Butterflies in his stomach he stood there frozen with fear.
He tried to stay calm as much as he could. But his legs started trembling Great! He is going to use his mind trick so I will become some insane dog a... His thoughts trailed off as he thought of something else. Mind trick... thats all this is. Some mind game that Ghost just plays with all the ones that oppose him.
But just because he now realized that Ghost was the master of mind games didn't make finding him much more easier, for Ghost's own scent wasn't much different from his surroundings. And the shadows had prevented any chance of Zanithier seeing him.
A deep and aggravated growl emerged within the large hound, "Stop these mind games, Ghost. Just come out here and fight me for your territory like a real dog would." Zanithier wasn't as calm as he thought he sounded. His amber eyes began searching franticly among all of the shadows, waiting for Ghost to attack.
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« Reply #3 on Nov 26, 2006, 7:19pm » | |
Almost about evrything was on his side he resided amongst the must for so long the smell was almost embedded into his pelt. He watched with a grin plastered amongst his facials at the wonderful frantic reactions of the dog his legs started to remble under the canines weight he had only started breaking the canine down think box debated on whether to keep on with the lovely game, or to confront him face to face now, but that would take all of the fun out of it wouldn't it? Hairs stood up erect on the ridge of his spine across his back almost in a vision of the fight it smoothened back down the houghts flashed constantly. The blood, the flesh, the aromas, and everything else. He could imagine his pearl white dentals sinking into the soft tissue then grasping the muscles of the canines neck. He would cower as soon as he had hold of him he knew this from experience how else would he know of such detail.
Muscles amassed quickly releasing to spring across the bale on to a few barrels a smal sound let loose the sound of metal, but it was not of the canine's mass hitting the metal it was that of metal against metal the metal gave way, and created a crevace leaking out a oozy chemical the humans used to make the ood smelling things. The demand was fired to the canine, and he moved to a near by bale stride eased with no emotion face emotionless also. " As you wish. " Smirk cast upon his facials, and stride pulled closer from the shadows muzzle released from the shadowy security to reveal the shepherd shaped muzzle. The slightest light revealed the green eyes though, and a bit of the grey hairs from his facials though the rest of his frame was still concealed from view. Muscles contracted once more to reveal a swift leap towards the canine jaw jared open targeting the soft tissue at the neck the vitals of the canine.'
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« Reply #4 on Nov 29, 2006, 9:48pm » | |
A swift movement within the air made Zanithier's amber eyes look to the bale where Ghost had last been. Empty shadows told Zanithier that Ghost had moved else where and almost immediately the sound of metal against metal rang through out the still air. Some type of liquid that the humans used oozed on the ground. Zanithier searched the shadows for any sight of that wretched dog.
A reply came from a bale a few feet away. Ghost's Shepard shaped muzzle and the sharp piercing green eyes shown from the shadow. The reply came emotionless and Ghost leaped through the air. His jaw opened and his white canines reaching out from Zanithier's neck.
As quick as he could Zanithier pulled back, but a second to late and Ghost tore of the tip of his right ear. Not so much as even a whimper came from Zanithier, he was more shocked that Ghost came out to fight him. Zanithier stood a yard or two away. Blood drizzled down for a few seconds onto the dirt below. Zanithier's jaw muscles tightened as another growl escaped. His amber eyes boring into Ghost's own.
He leaned slightly back on his hind legs. The tension began to rise again and Zanithier's thoughts of Ghost being some kind of powerful super natural dog vanished. All that ran through his mind was the thought of his teeth sinking into the warm and soft flesh. He sprinted toward Ghost, his jaw muscle's loosened, white canines showing, the thoughts flashing through his mind driving him to go on with the fight.
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