~Δ Ѧιƨƨɛ∂ ˩ιғɛ~|~Stray Dog RP~

[Carrietta]

(Hey everyone, sorry I haven't posted in a while. I'm on a short holiday and there's no internet where I'm staying -_-. The only reason I'm posting now is because I managed to find an internet cafe and stuff, so I'm not gonna be on for long.)

[nagisa kaworu]

Fang turned and looked at her with his golden eyes, a cold and chilling look in them. "Pain is of no matter to me. In the heat of a battle, wolf, or dog, whatever it may be, one must think quick or death with befall upon it. So you have to know what to do, or swift death will cease one. So always, always know what to do." He said in his ever so bitter voice, the gray fur covering his neck rising up slightly, just bristling gently. Snorting, he turned away from her, and continued on walking off, leaving her behind. And once more, he paused and glanced back at her again with his ever so wolfish way. "Come. Waste no time in keeping up with me." He growled, throat rumbling before he slid effortlessly away once more in that silent, wolf-like gait of which belonged to his ancestors before and before, passed onto him in which he seemed to truly mastered over.

[MeganRosa]

Lyla winced at his words. When he began to leave her again, her tail drooped and her eyes saddened. But when he turned back and told her to come, she jumped to her paws and bounded after him, excited that he was actually giving her a chance.

[nagisa kaworu]

"Don't get so..." Fang held his front teeth in front of his lip, "Excited. Life is hard for a stray, no matter how strong one may be." He said in that serious tone of his, as he watched her. "Now tell me, dog, what is your name?" He asked, flicking his tail. It was best to get to know a new comrade, in this case, and learn about their weaknesses and strong points, and so on if one was going to live along with another. He only saw in her, a new comrade, but in which he was the one dominant in this case. Still, just because of so, it does not mean his behavior will change so quickly, after all.

[MeganRosa]

Lyla nodded, trying to show him she understood. "Oh, uh, my name's Lyla. What's yours?" She asked, tilting her head at him as she trotted alongside him. She shook her pelt out and yawned softly, tired.

[nagisa kaworu]

"Fang," Came the brute's response, "Although I'm more referred to as... Simply a wolf by many." He snorted, flicking his tail. "Besides, it is not best for one to show signs that your tired when your out on the streets... Others seek out wounded and ones who seem weak and so forth. Any that catches to their liking." He growled lowly, watching her with his narrowed golden eyes. He sighed, and then continued on walking. "If you are so determined to stay with me, I suggest you stay out of my way at all times possible as well. You wouldn't want to be hurt, would you?" He mused, licking his chops with bright scarlet tongue.

[MeganRosa]

Lyla was very carefree, but she supposed that Fang didn't like that. "Oh, no, I guess not. I mean, those stupid Gods kept hurting me with whatever was on their paws.." She scowled at the thought, grimacing at the ground as she did her best to keep up with the wolf. "But I am tired, can't we take a break? I mean, I could fix your leg and we could sleep." She looked at Fang hopefully. It'd been a long day for her, and she guessed it'd also been one for Fang.

[nagisa kaworu]

Fang snarled, the fur on his neck raising and looking as if it was a mane, "My leg is fine. If you need your rest," He turned and glared at her with those vicious eyes of his, "Then we may as well stay in an alley. But don't expect this from me next time, just be glad I even consider you for a moment." He then turned to the side, and continued walking, and into a damp, yet dark alleyway. Flicking his tail, he swiftly leaped up on an old box, some of the wood already rotten. Fang did not seem to care for this, and simply lied down on the crate in silence, licking his chops as he turned, his back facing her.

[MeganRosa]

Lyla had flinched back at his harsh look and words. What had she done? She was so confused. Why was he so cold? She was only trying to help him. Whimpering softly, she curled up in a corner, her body pressed against a dumpster and a wall. She was in a tight ball, her nose buried in her tail. She didn't know what she'd done wrong to upset him so much. She couldn't sleep now.

[nagisa kaworu]

(Ugh, school is being annoying and I have tons of homework. Anyways, sorry for the wait.)

Fang was never this cold, one who loved no one and was unloved. In fact, Fang was, back then, a relatively kind pup, but years before, all that had changed him, from loving and kind to vicious and cruel. It was not his fault, he only changed along with ways of how society had molded him, like soft clay in the hands of an artist, waiting to be molded into a unique form. He was raised in the Wild, but soon enough, his mother, father dead, was brought back to a Native American camp for it was where his mother belonged. He was raised there soon enough, but always picked on by the other young pups, or the "puppy pack." It was perhaps he was more wolf like than dog. And the horrible treatment from the gods, yes. And everything just went... Downhill after that. His personality changed dramatically, as his mother was pulled away from him. But he was praised for his viciousness, by his master, his god. And he even changed more, after being sold off to a fighting ring. He had fought merely for survival, but soon, he had escaped, killing all in his way, out of pure fury. Fang licked his chops, and then slowly, he drifted off into a silent sleep...