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k h a o s.
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The canine figure slithered through the small crack of a dumpster. It was abandoned, and it provided well suited shelter but when it rained or snowed, it chilled your insides and the liguid would leak through the roof often. The canine leaned backwards, her front claws digging in the dirt, leaving marks to show who was here. She straighted herself but she leaned forward; her back legs dragged in the dirt but they stopped as the canine leaned back to straighten it's body again. The body was female, the color was tinted black and tan over white, the body was skinny, her legs a bit long and lanky and her back legs was musculed up well but were only needed for running and jumping. Her kisses parted her lower jaw dropped to reveal a yawn.

Her yellowish white teeth showed in the yawn and her ears flipped back and glued to her skull. Her kisses came to together again, and her paws started moving. In a trotting stage, she paced herself from her little shelter and her pacing slowed to a walk. A scent in the air told her quickly that there was a rat near by. At times like this, food was food, a bone was a bone and rats were considered to be food. Her head bent down, her nose to the ground, she could smell dried blood and the rat. Did someone already get that rat? Her nose stayed to the ground but her paws moved gently, her nose leading them to the dried blood. When her blue eyes looked up to see the figure laying on the ground, it looked like some other dog got to it first. The rat's head was smashed as if a large paw crushed it and it's side was eat until bones showed, the organs laid inside as well but some was sprawled out over the body as well. Barely any meat was left on the crushed rat and her face smothered into a disgusted mask.

Her nose wrinkled in disgust at the horrid scent that was near the disgusting rat. Her paws moved slowly toward the scent, where she found a dead animal sprawled on the street behind another deserted dumpster. Not wanting to smell of that filth, the canine moved backwards and padded in a trotting stage toward the main street. She was bored and hungry but there wasn't much to do. Her belly ached annoyingly and she shaked it off, dust flying off her tan, black and white fur. Her fur was smooth, cute and soothing to the touch, she was a hyper little girl who was cute and tried to get away with anything but wasn't able. She passed a few places before she finally was on the street with those humans that walked. A little pup held her mother's paw, and she walked right past her.

Her blue eyes were cute and pleading for food and the little pup looked at her, she stopped, talking in some bark she couldn't understand toward her mother. The tall mother shook her skull, closing her eye lids and pulling her pup away from her. The canine female sat down, her tail moved across the dirt floor and next to her paws. Her head drooped and she knew she would get food today from some stupid standing dog but she couldn't wait until the end of the day. Her stomach ached badly and it had been probably an hour until she stood and sighed, seeing she wasn't goign to get anything today. Her paws moved forward, trotting the main street side walks. All the standing dogs looked at her, they were the ones who were weird, standing on there back legs and able to grab things. Her blue eyes searched the streets and she turned down a small alley that still connected to the main street and sniffed around, not finding any food.

words. 653 words total
muse. awesome i guess
tag. open to like two or one
puppet. khaos
notes. first roleplaying post XD

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[/b] vigilante's paws slapped against the hard surface of the street, crossing between the lines that kept him safe from traffic. Long ago, the brilliant Fildrin leader had learned the meaning behind that glowing sign across the way, through watching the pathetic drones that were humans go through the routine time and time again. He knew once he letters: 'W-A-L-K' in that bright green light was displayed on the sign, he could cross the normally car laden street without a single concern of being hit. He also knew that when the hand came up on the sign, it meant that he had to stop and wait by the corner or else met certain death. It was amazing how much one could learn from those human sheep, despite how much he loathed their very existence. A smirk was spread on his lips as he casually trotted across the street, eyes glistening with the cunning behind the devious brute as he gave an eyeful to each droid he passed him by, daring to glance down at him with interest.

Every time one looked away or moved along a little faster, he felt his ego lifting; feeling that his message was sent clear enough for the to understand that he was the boss of these streets and not them. Here in this city, it was the canines who ran the show as they were slowly out numbering the human population and they knew it. Oh, how they tried to rectify it time and time again by sending minions of dog catcher's into the city or trying to secretly kill them off by lacing the trash with poisons. That was the tree huggers caught on and the dumb fools actually spared the lives of the strays, by fighting against the government and putting a stop the cruelty to animals. Sure, they were doing Syndrome and his fellow candids a favor but, they were only adding to the problem that the city was trying to alleviate. What stupid fools they all were, the lot of the human race, always negating each other and sending themselves into battle and wars small or large over such ridiculous and pointless things.

He shook his large head and hopped up onto the curb, pushing his back feet off the last bit of pavement before meeting full concrete of the sidewalk. Free and clear of the street, the Fildrin King ambled down the sidewalk in a princely manner as if he were strolling down a red carpet. Humans on both sides parted ways from him, giving up their space so that he could walk without interruption. Some might call him egotistical and maybe he was a little bit but, he felt it was his right to be so proud of his pack and what his pack owned. He had worked hard for it--starting off as a mere member, putting in years of loyalty before he finally was passed on the title of King by his old leader, Fildrin, the very name the gang was honored after. Sure, others had lusted the title and tried to muscle their way to the top but only Syndrome had been the one who was worthy for he was silent when all others begged and groveled into the aging ears of Fildrin.

Ironically, the brute hadn't wanted the title at all but, Fildrin had pulled him aside and told him, like he was a son to him, that he was dying and needed to hand the gang over to someone suitable and that someone being him. Syndrome had listened with a weak smirk on his lips, feeling his chest rise that Fildrin would hand select him even over his own blood; his hier Caliber. However, it was Caliber's own fault for he had grown tired of waiting for Fildrin to hand the gang over; being the spoiled brat that he was and left Fildrin to wnader into the unknown. How long ago that had all been now and as the King pranced down the sidewalks, he felt as though he were old as he reflected on a scene that only happened but, a few years ago. So much had happened to the city since then, it was amazing that he had managed to hold down the gang, nevermind make it to the ripe age of two. Now, here he was heading down to the deeper parts of his territory, hoping to recruit members to his gang and possibly a mate that he could inocculate with his own hiers; hiers that much be much wiser and stronger than that pitiful, snot nosed Caliber.

His regime would be much better than Fildrin's and it would start with a perfectly fit mate to call his Queen. As much as he wanted to hunt down any female and release his pent up fury onto her, he would be picky about who his Queen was, unlike Fildrin. What a disgrace that little whore had been, presenting her rump to any male who'd have it when she should've been loyal to Fildrin. There was even question if Caliber was Fildrin's, which is another very large reason the brat was not given King. Oh, what dram there had been in Fildrin and still clung like a dark fog to the gang, slowly to be eaten away by the new King; the King that was Syndrome. His diease would spread far and wide and the city would be reborn; cleansed off its drity, filthy whores and bastards and rise anew with the strong and sturdy. No more would Fildrin be a laughing stock of the other gangs but, would become powerful with its infectious King.







O.O.C notes;

status; fin
muse; plenty
words; 942
comments; for fall O.U.T with Khaos.
other; Rated PG-13/R

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Silent paws scraped against the white rock, it was strange how these standing dogs were able to create a block of chemicals and rock and make it into a stone to walk on. Her blue eyes stared at it a bit, seeing strange symbols or carvings in the stone. The symbols were: 'M-A-D-I-A-G-E-4' with the paw of a standing dog, unlike her kind, they had five, while we had four and they were able to grab things and do amazing things. It was a strange world and her father, Chaotic had told her about this, when to walk, when to run, what to look for and what to run from. And it was the very thing that was on the corner, a stick thing with a hoop on the end was in the hands of the enemy the dog catcher. He was mean and restless when it came to catching and he stalked around, waiting for the time to snatch up an innocent puppy. His grey eyes stared at the streets and stone walks, looking for some dog to catch and pick up.

His clever eyes searched the stone walk and quickly, her paws moved, trotting next to some person, head up, tail curled, acting like a perfect dog but hell, she didn't have a collar and that's what she needed. His grey eyes caught on her quickly and already regconized her instantly, she was the puppy he'd been trying to catch ever since she was stolen away from her mother. He turned his monster thing on wheels to the stone walk and jumped out, quickly walking toward her. Her paws moved quickly and she turned around, quickly trotting away from him. His long back legs walked quicker, starting to catch up to her; soon he was running straight toward her and her paws kicked into full gear. Paws hitting the white walk, her body slithering around the standing dogs, her blue eyes searching for an alley to run into. Soon the searching stopped, she looked behind her, the dog catcher was still the same pace he was earlier but he was still the same distance.

Before she knew it, she had almost ran into another stray dog. She barely saw him but luckily, she jumped on the crate next to him. Her blue eyes caught a glimpse of him, he was a mutt, just like her, black and tan fur, he looked like a german shepherd and something mix. But her blue eyes didn't catch the other part. Instead, she continued to move. She could have been nice to him and yell at him to run or he'll be snatched up but heck, he probably got it any way. Her body smoothly bent to turn the corner, seeing an alley coming near. Her hind legs built up stamina and quickly she was able to get around the alley without getting seen. She slowed to the end of the alley, where she was blocked off by a huge wall and she hoped she wasn't going to be caught by the dog catcher, she would die in that pet store. Her blue eyes looked up the huge wall and when she heard a noise, she quickly bolted behind the dumpster, hoping it would be something else that the dog catcher.

words. 550 words total
muse. awesome i guess
tag. Syndrome/Subdue
puppet. khaos
notes. PG-13/R? i have to ask XD and i wanted the dog catcher to chase her, thought it would be a way for Syndrome and Khaos to meet :]

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[/b] King's paws slapped mercilessly against the cement walkway, driving him into the deepest parts of his territory where a human gang called the Crypts had taken over long ago and made it their own. Here, in this dreadful section, the buildings were in horrid shape with graffiti off all sorts sprayed all over every surface. Most canines avoided the region for it was very dangerous but, Syndrome was welcome here as he was treated much like a mascot to the Crypts as he chased off most of the police and their foolish police dogs. Sure, it was because this was essentially his territory but, he and the gang learned to share this one part in a symbiotic relationship sot hat each benefited from the other. Some managed to slip his gaze and scent but for the most part he managed to keep them clear and so the gang left him untouched where as other dogs they would kill or capture then train. As he headed toward the threshold of the gang's boundary lines, which the marked with their own human stench, his large crown lifted and he surveyed ahead with those deviant amber eyes, as if he were a royal prince looking down in a measuring stare at his subjects.

He sensed that something was amiss and so he slowed, his ears flicking to take in anything that might send an alarm. As he stalked closer to the boundary and the sound of the city grew quieter, his head tilted to the side, straining to hear something. His guard hairs spiked and his tail whipped up over his hocks, the tufted ridge along his spine arching and reaching heights never witnessed before as the beast was aware of a being that was not allowed to visit his terra. With a warning growl, sensing that the violator was close, the kind whipped around to face the trespasser. With eyes ablaze with fury and fur sticking on end, he watched as a female candid completed feats of agility to escape her predator which was none other than a dog catcher. His eyes glinted and his lips twisted into a maniacal grin as he laid visage on the same dog catcher he had warned, with a punishing bite to his leg, several days before not to come here.

He stared at the dog catcher, keeping his full attention on him as the female dove by with inches to spare, using a crate to send her body leaping through the air and to safety behind his frame. Without taking his eyes of the dog catcher, he listened to her fleeing paw steps as they thudded down the street behind him and then went softer and softer as she ran farther away and then most likely hid down an alley way. Just as her paw steps melted away into nothingness, the dog catcher was nearly on top of him with his net ready to lurch and toss Syndrome out of his way, as he knew from experience the dog was capture-less as he was far too cunning. Syndrome even in the face of serious hurt coming his way from the extended butt end of the metal net, stood strong and at the last second, he dove out of the way and spun around in a flash to land a powerful bite on the dog catcher's tender rump. His teeth sunk in, grasping skin and though the dog catcher screamed and made attempts to send Syndrome flying off him, the King held on strong. Soon rich blood seeped into his mouth and his eyes went wide with the adrenaline it gave him and suddenly, the dark vigilante threw himself back wards and yanked the fat dog catcher with him.

In the seconds the bastard fell back, Syndrome released his iron clad grip so quickly he manged to tear away the back of his pants and leave a nice gaping hole. As he lept out of the way before the man hit the ground with a sickening thud of flesh meeting concrete, a sadistic smirk plastered onto his lips at the sight of the angry looking wound he had delivered onto the man's now naked rear. Blood began to pool underneath his waste and send the smell of crimson through the air to his sensitive nostrils. A satisfied grin replaced the demonic one as the Fildrin King bounced over the the unconscious dog catcher and though he most likely would not hear it, whispered into his ear with a dangerously thin voice. "Next time, heed my warning bastard. Because, fool...next time you might be so lucky." With dancing steps back wards, he whirled around the body of the dog catcher and began to pad in the direction of the female who was hiding among the shadows nearby.




O.O.C stuff;
status; finished
muse; plenty
words; enough
comments; hah, got to love action.

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Breathing moved in a rhythm, her tiny body moved quickly and silently. Paws hitting the gravel and darting forward to quickly move her tiny body from seeing eyes. The rusting dumpster laid about two meters away and her tiny body flew itself into the little crack behind the browning box. Her blue eyes looked around in the shadows, a tiny figure moved cautiously away from her. But as soon as the glowing eyes turned and looked straight in her icy eyes, the filthy creature turned paths and darted toward her. Rats. Rats were strange and clever little things and they liked any kind of food include there own little kind, mice. They would eat anything, even a puppy if it was killed but at times like this, they would attack a dog or anything with meat on their bones just to survive.

It's little claws scraped the dirt as it ran toward her, the rats eyes fixed on the meat inside her, pulsing with blood in her veins. The female quickly backed up when it made it's first attack and quickly snapped at it's little neck. Her accuracy skipped and the little rat dodged it and then took a bite in her cheek. She lifted her head, closing her eye lids and shaking her head violently. The filthy animal was thrown off her cheek and like anything flying off of something, flew across the air and hit something. The vermin hit the brick wall with a snape of it's back and it was head. It's back was snaped and from the looks of it, it hit hard enough to make a crack in it's skull and blood to weep out of the animal. "One down... millions to go." She thought and stepped over the rat to look to see what was standing in the alley with her.

Her blue eyes were shocked that instead of that stupid dog catcher, it was instead the brute she saw earlier. And now that she was able to see him clear, he had amber eyes, black and tan fur but with tints of... green? "Strange... he has green fur?" Her mind mingled to get around the thought of green fur but her blue eyes continued to search over him. Seeing that the dog catcher was strangely gone, and the looks of this brute told her that he was probably nice and wouldn't hurt a fae; her paws started backing up. The cream white paws were backing up out of the back of the dumpster and soon her tiny body was revealed from the shadows. She shook her body to get off all the dust and bugs and trotted out from her hiding spot. Looking to the front of him, he was quite handsome, but of course, all the brutes in this world were handsome... sometimes.

But her blue eyes stared at him and her mind started to look over the brutes that were handsome and only one of them stood out and that was the one who was coming on to her, Ash. He was very handsome and a lot older than her, five years older than her actually and she was the one that he wanted so badly that he would kill every brute just to have her. But she didn't like him at all and would never ever fall or have his pups. Standing in front of this other brute, she came back from her thoughts and smiled. "Well it looks like you got away from the dog catcher," Her soft and windchiming voice called toward the other dog. "My name is Khaos," Khaos introduced herself, a smile on her muzzle. "What's your name?" She wondered, tilting her head, the smile didn't vanish but decreased into a small smile.

words. 627 words total
muse. awesome i guess
tag. Syndrome/Subdue
puppet. khaos
notes. growl, i can't advertise until my computer gets fixed, mom went on it and now i can't close anything at all. XP and it's true that rats eat meat, even mice. ACTION.

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[/b] brute's smirk was still placed onto his muzzle as he padded down the street, heading for the dark, dank alley way that the female was lurking in. His amber eyes slowly casted back and forth, taking in all the graffiti and filth that littered the building walls and trash that was spewed all over the pavement. Most of the graffiti was that of the Crypts, the human gang who respected the Fildrin King and gave him free roam in return for ridding their small section off cops or any sort of related annoying do-gooders. They would be pleased when they found the body of the cog catcher and saw that he was doing his job and would reward him later with a good meal or a good bitch to keep him warm at night. Sure, that sounded cruel just to take a female without any remorse but, these females were far different than any other for they were cold hearted and sinister, even worse than those pukes from Sha'Moore gang. To him, they meant nothing and to them he meant nothing and so it was a mutual understanding between the two. Syndrome had his hopes, always in the back of his mind that he would meet the right kind of female and he would put an end to his partying and be a loyal mate. Until then however, he would enjoy his bachelor life.

Me mused about the female who had cleverly out matched the dog catcher, impressed with her agility and spunk. His eyes sparked as thoughts came to his mind as to entertaining this bitch who was looming somewhere down that alley way. His shoulders rolled underneath his pelt and his tail swayed above him, held over his hips as always in his territory, as the beast trotted casually down the alley way looking for the femme. His ears swiveled, taking in the soft shuffling echoing from the darkness and his grin spread wider. The femme was either tying to hide from him or was dumpster diving but, either way she would come face to face with the master of this region, for there was no escaping Syndrome. There never was, for they ever met his fangs of death or were simply casted aside like the nobodies they were and only the truly significant were kept close by.


His ears perked as her voice beckoned to him, and his eyes were shaded as lids closed half way, as if drinking in her voice like a aromatic scent tinted with luscious female pheromones. The handsome brute's paws danced a she stalked closer to her, the tip of his muzzle lifted to the air as he inhaled her perfection. Oh, what luck to have found one so easily and how ironic that he had wanted one so badly and here she was. Could this be a spy for the other gangs? Was that why she had come so effortlessly to him, like a canine served on a silver platter? These questions quelled the cunning King's mind as he moved closer still, that bushy banner swaying to and fro and the long hair upon his spine bouncing back and forth with the shivers sent through his body.

"Escape? Pfttt, it was more like he messed with the faced of death and was rewarded the results." His smirk wrinkled into his cheek corners as he made the final steps to her and his eyes sparkled with a devious delight at her perfection. She was stunning and in a way that was devilish and oh so delectable. "My, my, you must be something else for I see you had no trouble escaping the fat boy's clutches. Not too many have lived to do the same. You must reward me with your name. I am Syndrome King of Fildrin gang." His large digits flexed against the filthy pavement, sending those sharp talons to scrape harshly over it. The very sound would have sent his old psychotic mentor and aunt Zy'riah over the edge, and since he learned it bothered others as well, it was a little secret advantage when the time called for it. Though, he was not using it to cause her irritation in this case, it was often threatening to some and was an instant tell all, be all that this brute was not messing around but, a serious bad boy that you didn't want to get into a tussle with.





O.O.C notes;

status; complete
muse; plenty
words; enough
comments; I love how they are interacting so far.
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k h a o s.
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Her mind mingled, her head still tilted to the right and her gleaming blue eyes stared at him. The faint smile, growing as the other dog spoke kindly to her. 'Escape? Pfttt, it was more like he messed with the faced of death and was rewarded the results.' His lyrics flowed out, his kisses parting, letting the words fly out and feed her ears. His kisses closed, leaving no words behind, a smirk planted on his face, as if he were proud, like a hero. 'My, my, you must be something else for I see you had no trouble escaping the fat boy's clutches. Not too many have lived to do the same. You must reward me with your name. I am Syndrome King of Fildrin gang.' His kisses departed once again and his lyrcis flied to her ears again. Tickling her listening ears with his words.

Khaos giggled slightly, looking at the brute infront of her named Syndrome, "I already told you my name, it's Khaos. And the dog catcher has been after me ever since my father stole me away from my father. So after a while, you know what to do." She giggled, her kisses stretched a smile and her blue eyes stared at his amber eyes. Looking at him, she could see the green fur, but earlier he didn't have green fur. She stared at him, her bushy tail trailing across the dust and to the side of her leg. But after a few moments she found the resource of water and something green tinted it and the reflection glittered on his legs. Khaos' smile fainted slightly, a small smile still plastered upon her lips and she stared at him, waiting for anything to start a conversation.

But she started to wonder, how life was in a gang. Help from others, everything, you would feel safe, she guessed. Looking back, she could remember the way she felt when she was around her father, safe, protected but when he left her, she felt fragile, scared, something that could be attacked any moment and kill her. That was how life was on the streets, especially these times, got in someone's way it's either death, get out of the way or sometimes just get a huge beating. After her father left her though, she did get a beating from some gang that said they ruled the streets, after she was left with wounds and scars. Only one scar was what she hated, the one upon her left side, just thinking about it, she felt pain shoot through her and the scar burned. The scar was made by teeth and claws.

It was the weak spot on her, even before this beating, she had trouble protecting that side and they bit into it like it was some chunk of meat. They fled after the dog catcher came and she was able to drag herself to a box. The streets were hard, death was certain if you got in the way and everyday, it was dangerous. She was fragile to this cruel world and because she was left at such a young age, the world could have killed her, like a runt with no chance of survival. Remembering this, Khaos felt a shudder run down her spine, shivering her into the coldness. A nice breeze swept around the corner and into the alley, the warm breeze sort of cheered her up and it was only seconds after did she ask something, "What is life like in a gang?" Khaos asked, her head tilted to the side again, looking at him and waiting for an answer from Syndrome.

words. 608
muse. fine i guess
tag. Syndrome/Subdue
puppet. khaos
notes. finished finally

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[/b] King's stare was all too intense as he looked upon the femme before him and as she giggled the past scenario away like it was nothing but a trivial event. He was starting to like the spunk in this female and how devilish she was and it caused the spark within his eye to brighten and his chest to bellow in a masculine display. Casually, he strode over to her and allowed the butt end of his muzzle to bump into her shoulder and then whirled around to face her front side again. He caught her lyrics dancing on the air and he grinned, the tuft of fur running down his spine spiking as his adrenaline began to pump, all caused by the silent seductive acts of this femme. He was intrigued by her so much so he desired to know more about her and he found it difficult to torment her as he did others or to turn himself away from her and forget her. Ahh, so you did. It must have slipped my mind when I became entranced by you."

He smirked, loving to play with Khaos and feel the sensation that came with the dance once again. How he missed feeling so full of electricity and how he played with the sensual tension ebbing around them. He felt young again; felt so alive, a part of him that had been missing for a t long time for his late mate was now years ago. "So, you have been giving that fat lard trouble for along time, have you?" His smirk stretched wider, his tail lifted up above his hips and his fur bristled, making that tuft of hair on his back extend higher. His eyes traced over her body, for the first time noticing the scars that were criss crossing over her face and some of it on her muzzle. He had been so entranced by her entirety, he had not singled out the wounds until now.

"It seems like you have a way with getting into trouble, hmnn? His head tilted to the side as he observed her, letting his drinking gaze linger on the scars and then back to her muzzle and finally back to her eyes. She was so beautiful and yet she most likely thought he was turned off by her appearance. It was then as he stare into her eyes that he caught her question about gang life and his felt his chest tighten. The King would love nothing more than to have this female in his gang, by his side and never out of his sight; for his to call his own and to keep him warm at night. He snapped out of his daze and chuckled lightly, his talons scratching at the pavement again. "Why don't you join me and find out?" He shifted his weight and allowed his rump to plop onto the cold, wet pavement, hoping that she would agree to finding out for herself what it was like to live the good life.





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His amber eyes stared at her, she looked back, nervous, what is he thinking? Her nervous stare looked at his eyes, what was he thinking of her? His tan paws moved swiftly toward her, she stood still, scared of what he was going to do to her. He sounded proud and nice when he spoke to her, was he just tricking her? His muzzle grazed against her shoulder before facing her front side, 'Ahh, so you did. It must have slipped my mind when I became entranced by you.' His words glided toward her ears, tickling them with his strong lyrics. Her blue eyes followed his, watching them. If she were with no fur, she could see her through his eyes, at her blushing self, red soft cheeks. 'So, you have been giving that fat lard trouble for along time, have you?' Syndrome asked, looking at her.

"Yeah, I guess, but he's no problem to me." Khaos replied to him, smiling and her blue eyes disappeared for a second of her eye lids shut for a blink. Already she felt her heart fly, she was feeling all bubbly a bit, all soft and she felt like she was falling. Falling through open air, like she did once before when she flew across with her father. Memories sank in again, she remembered his scent, everything about him and how she felt like they would get back together, he wouldn't leave her mother, would he? She was still young and she didn't know it was just a one night stand that brought her into the world. Watching his amber eyes, she felt hot and wanted to dip herself in a lake. Blue eyes followed amber eyes and watched them sweep across her body, she stared at him, worrying that she turned him off because of the scars she got just about six months ago.

The last scar she got was the one on her back leg, it was from the new weapons the dog catcher recieved and that was how she met the dog that had the hugest crush on her but she didn't show the same emotion back to him. She was running, her fragile body running fast to get away from the dog catcher. The fat boy chased her down, his new weapon was long and had pure rope not wimpy strings on the end that created a ball shape. He threw it down and her back leg was caught in it, she felt pain shoot through her remembering this, after it got caught, the brute saved her and took it off, after she had recieved rope burns and that toy was thrown in the dumpster, the mayor firing that weapon and only allowing the fat boy having the wimpy strings so it doesn't hurt the dogs.

'It seems like you have a way with getting into trouble, hmnn?' His voice interupted her memories and she was brought back to reality, she quickly looked at his amber eyes, her blue eyes nervous from what he had saw. The scars every where, she was beaten and beaten, again and again. One time she was almost raped but luckily she was able to find energy and run away. she was lucky for sure. "Yeah, gangs beat me up just because of who my father was..." Khaos spoke, her lyrics tinted with sadness and fear, no one liked her father, her father use to force pups and when it came to mates, he never had a true love, he had no heart, but strangely he stole Khaos away, she was strong as a pup but now she was weak and hurt, trying to get away from it.

'Why don't you join me and find out?' Syndrome asked, she shrugged, she didn't know if she should. Gangs beaten her up and she wanted protection but heck, the one Syndrome ruled, they could hurt her if they found out she joined the wrong pack but she had to be strong. But even if she told herself she was, she knew it was a lie. Khaos looked at the grounded, "I don't know, usually the gangs beat me up and I don't want to get hurt anymore if I fall into the wrong gang," Khaos told Syndrome, her lyrics still tinted with sadness and fear. She looked back at his amber eyes, hoping that he wasn't going to beat her up. "See, my father is Chaotic, he use to force pups and I still believe he does and when dogs see me, they've either heard rumors that I'm his daughter he stole away or they actually saw me with him and usually they beat me up because of revenge." Khaos said sadly, looking at the ground.


words. too lazy to go see but definately enough
muse. fine i guess
tag. Syndrome/Subdue
puppet. khaos
notes. Khaos actually says who her father @-@

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[/b] King's interest was locked onto Khaos and it could be seen in every muscle that twitched in his lean body and every spark that came to his amber eyes. It had been so long since he had the company of a femme who was like this one before him and though it churned up old memories of his last love, he forced the hard ball in his throat to go back down and the burning sensation in his heart to simmer down. He had almost got close enough to producing heirs with her but, as far as he knew each time was unsuccessful. In a way, he was kind of glad for their relationship was on the rocks and to have pups at or after such a difficult time would have been detrimental to them. In the back of his mind though, he wondered; he mused if Bullet may have conceived and it kind of gave him a slight thrill but not enough to make his anger quell, every time he thought of her and what had happened. It almost took his focus off his new darling and he made himself snap out of it and look to her and smirk that same devilishly handsome grin that made all the femme's sigh.

The dark vigilante was a cad and there was not much that he could do to stop the femmes from swooning for he had a natural charisma and charm that attracted them. Like, the innocent red riding hood took to the bad wolf so effortlessly, or like a naive lamb went cantering towards a lion, the King had the same effect; that same magnetic pull even though he was not all wholesome. His tall ears flicked forward and his muzzle dipped a bit, making his amber eyes catch the little bit of light that washed down onto the dark alley. He listened to her breathing and watch every little move she made; completely entranced like a cobra watching a tiny bird flit right out of his striking range. His lips pursed some, making the wrinkles nigh his snout crinkle and only add to his dark, handsome features. Who knew that the two most controversial canines in Phereio City would produce such a debonair male and not some satanic psychopath. As he looked as her and that thought of Pain and Wraith, his mom and pop, came to mind, his head tilted as if something was sparking.

She looked like someone he saw before but he couldn't quite place it. He did not speak as she mentioned the dog catcher again and only chuckled lightly. He was good as history now anyhow and so mattered not any longer. He listened as she spoke of gangs and how she always got beat up and he was about to tell her that not one dog would dare lay a hand on her while in Fildrin but then the real blow came. The name 'Chaotic' came from her mouth but yet, it was if she said it while inside a tunnel. He felt his lower jowl drop a bit but, it was if as though he heard her, he couldn't quite register it. It was all connecting so fast, he could barely breath. Finally, after a few minutes of what seemed like he was stunned but, rather his shock was wearing off, he came to answer her. Chaotic..is your father? I know of him. My mother and Zy'riah were..well...quite close to him. In fact, Zy'riah is my great grand dam as she is Wraith, my mother's grand dam. Vile creatures they all are." He growled lowly as their images danced in his head and he heard the maniacal laughing of Zy'riah and the twisted grin on Wraith's face, in his mind.

"This is why I left Phereio City and came here to Citagazee. To start fresh and away from those monsters. Khaos, I promise you, in Fildrin you will never be touched again, not under my watch. I will make sure of it. " He gave his head a sage nod as if sealing the promise in a stone gesture. "Why don't you come with me and grab a bite to eat and I will show you my territory on the way so you can see for yourself how protected you will be. Here in this part, I have human friends, a gang called the Crypts, that protect me. In return for their protection, I keep the coppers out. In the other part, there is no one for it is a old, broken down thrill park. Not even strays come there for they fear the consequences." He grinned from cheek corner to cheek corner and straightened himself out as he began to dance away from her, hoping to encourage her to follow suit. His paws slapped in a rhythmic beat on to cold, hard pavement as he started to lead the way out of the alley and head in the direction of where the action was at. The city was alive tonight, already he could heard the gang members shouting as they partied, no doubt celebrating the last kill Syndrome had made. He could smell the scent of meat cooking and then the sound of a bell ringing--his signal that dinner was being served. "Come..come. They are calling me for dinner. It is my reward for ridding of that nosy dog catcher. Since, you helped bring him out, you will dine with me tonight." He flashed her a winning smile and ushered ahead, feeling the pangs of hunger taking over him.





OOC stuff;
muse; plenty
words; enough
comments; yay for plot twists and action!
other; sorry if I took a bit, I had to refuel my muse for him. [/size][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

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k h a o s.
we'll hide the b o d i e s on the way home

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Blue and amber eyes stared at each other, worried thoughts filled the femme's mind and her eyes filled with worry that he wasn't going to accept her. She was brave, telling him who her father was but a thought came and told her it was stupid. Her scars filled with pain, worry hanged on her shoulders and regrets filled her warm blood. She tried keeping her breath steady but it quickened slowly as the dreaded silence continued, only seconds after a couple of minutes did he speak. 'Chaotic..is your father? I know of him. My mother and Zy'riah were... well... quite close to him. In fact, Zy'riah is my great grand dam as she is Wraith, my mother's grand dam. Vile creatures they all are.' his lyrics reasurred her somewhat, seeing that he didn't care about who her father was. Luck was on her side... hopefully.

Luck was never on her side at times, always something would click and a punishment would happen, for no reason. The gods were punishing her for something, but it seemed like it was for no reason. Sitting near a black and tan brute with amber eyes felt safe to her, and it wasn't just an brute that was black and tan with amber eyes, he was named Syndrome and he didn't care about her father, it seemed that he was turned off with her scars though. 'This is why I left Phereio City and came here to Citagazee. To start fresh and away from those monsters. Khaos, I promise you, in Fildrin you will never be touched again, not under my watch. I will make sure of it.' Khaos' blue eyes looked over at the brute that made her feel safe, his lyrics were delicate to her, he was promising this to her, 'Why don't you come with me and grab a bite to eat and I will show you my territory on the way so you can see for yourself how protected you will be. Here in this part, I have human friends, a gang called the Crypts, that protect me. In return for their protection, I keep the coppers out. In the other part, there is no one for it is a old, broken down thrill park. Not even strays come there for they fear the consequences.' He promised her, his lyrics telling her about the lands she was going to live in.

Her blue eyes softened, happy to here that he wouldn't hurt her, that instead he wasn't going to let anyone hurt her again. She felt like she was free falling but was caught by a soft cloud, she hopefully wouldn't be falling anymore, hopefully. "Well... okay I guess," Her soft lyrics floated to Syndrome, knowing that he caught her words. He started to move, making a rhythm against the white rock under them. He looked at her, 'Come..come. They are calling me for dinner. It is my reward for ridding of that nosy dog catcher. Since, you helped bring him out, you will dine with me tonight.' Syndrome told her, her faint smile just stretched into a small smile, she couldn't bring herself to smile that big some reason, probably because he was quite handsome and she didn't want to ruin her chances with him. She stood up, slowly moving toward him, then quietly moving into a trot until she was next to him, next to him, she could feel a small spark happening. She smiled, feeling safe next to Syndrome, already she could tell she was starting to like him, she was sure they were going to become great friends, or friends at least.


words. too lazy to go see but definately enough
muse. fine i guess
tag. Syndrome/Subdue
puppet. khaos
notes. oh hey, there is an update in the plot board that me you, flash and sukie are in so you better go check it out. saying sukie wants her dog to flirt with syndrome and all and if that happens, like i told you, i can't trust love plots. and some reason... i have found out i'm in love with zebras and zorses XD

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cause honey we're going h o m e