1x1 w/ fali. and Shadow~Wolf

[shadow~wolf]

Treasure
{ tags; patches, annie, sasha | mood; confused}
the collie looked over to him, with a slightly confused expression. did he not realize the other dog was being very rude in the moment? she shook her head softly at his offer towards them. she nuzzled him back before speaking. "oh, patches.. errr... i don't think they'd want to..." her voice trailed off. treasure didn't really think that annie and sasha would want to play with them both, annie just seemed interested in having patches as her new boyfriend because he was a handsome brute with plenty of previous won awards from shows. even more than annie had herself, in fact. she also wanted to be with him to become more popular among other dogs, and up her social ranking.
annie growled in disgust. she didn't want to participate in the childish acts of wrestling (just as treasure assumed), the way that other dogs enjoyed playing together just disgusted her. she didn't have time for..fun..she only had time for focusing on becoming more popular and winning awards. she turned her head away quickly, her chin held high. "come on, sasha, let's go before we get fleas from that mutt named treasure." she yipped, her jowl curling up to a snarl. the little sheepdog trotted in the other direction quickly, flicking her ears in annoyance. how dare he ask her such a thing?! didn't he know that she was a lady?
treasure's body posture soon got more loose after the rude dog left. she was honestly quite happy the smaller dog had gone away. she took a deep breath and offered a friendly smile towards patches, her ears perking. "why don't just me and you play? we can race through the agility course!" the collie suggested brightly, attempting to push away annie's previous insults directed towards treasure. they kept nagging at her mind, but she knew annie just wanted attention.

[fali.]

𝒫𝒜𝒯𝒞𝐻𝐸𝒮

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Patches was quite oblivious to those who wanted to be friendly and who had ill intentions. It was a fatal flaw in his nature and one that certainly, in the long run, would come back to bite him. However, his tail stopped wagging and his face grew with concern as Treasure spoke, quickly followed by Annie and Sasha. Patches thought he had made it quite clear in the past that he showed no interest in Annie--but apparently no hint had been taken. They were both two show dogs who were unwilling to make friends with anybody outside of their own conceded judgement circle.
A snort could be heard escaping the muzzle of the poodle as her paws scraped against the ground, raising her tail and turning her back on the duo. Wrestling? At a dog show? It was like he was babbling words of pure insanity.

"I agree," she growled, looking over towards Annie. Pointing her nose up, she fit the stereotype of the snooty poodle rather well. There were rumours that she could have even invented it--silly rumours they were, of course. "My fur has just been groomed, there is no way I can let it get infested with fleas so soon. We don't need mutts in this competition, there's simply no room." Padding away without a care in the world, she was oblivious to the hurt Treasure felt--which Patches wanted to get rid of.

Without another care towards the rude ladies, he immediately perked up and bounced closed to the agility course. Life was either competitions or meeting new friends between competitions. As he listened to his words, he stretched his legs as he waited for her to follow suit. "That sounds great! I bet you can't beat me! I bet I'll be able to beat the world record as the fastest dog on the agility course!" Stopping for a moment, his head tilted in acknowledgement towards her.

"Don't listen to them, by the way. I'll win them over yet and I bet I could beat them in wrestling too! You're not a mutt, but even if you were, you'd be a pretty one!"

[shadow~wolf]

Treasure
{ tags; patches | mood; happy - worried}
she trotted towards the starting point of the course. the female grinned and nodded quickly in response to his words. "oh i'm sure! you're pretty good at agility!" she barked and wagged her tail with joy. treasure was a very genuine dog, and wasn't extremely competitive, despite wanting to please her owner in dog shows. she laughed softly at his remark about beating the world record for fastest dog. she didn't know what the record was, but she figured it'd be quite hard for him to beat, although he was a very quick and agile dog. treasure blushed at his last comment, claiming that she had a pretty appearance. "thank you.." the collie woofed shortly. she shook out her coat and stepped up to the start of the agility course. treasure counted down "three..two..one..start!" after quickly barking the word start, she began to bound through the course, swiftly jumping over hurdles and running through tunnels. treasure watched as her friend passed by her, she grumbled jokingly. she reached the end of the course soon after patches had. sliding to a stop, she looked to patches. "you did great, i'll beat you next time though!" treasure woofed, panting tiredly. she slowly walked over to a large water dish off to the side of the agility area and lapped up some of the cool water. she then went back into the area and laid down, resting her head between her paws. she hung out for a few minutes, peacefully resting to regain energy before the show. treasure lifted her head when she saw desoto walking in their direction. oh no, this could not be good.
the doberman walked up to patches with a menacing kind of smile. treasure stood up, her tail went low and she came up behind patches, watching desoto with narrowed eyes. the brute never ever had good intentions. "come with me, patches. i just want to have a friendly little chat with you regarding the show...you know, to wish each other luck and all..." treasure looked at him questioningly, this sounded a bit fishy. but maybe she was being too skeptical about him even though it was understandable because of all the bad things he's said to them. why was he all of a sudden acting friendly? a quiet whimper escaped her maw, her worried eyes glancing to patches.

[fali.]

𝒫𝒜𝒯𝒞𝐻𝐸𝒮

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If Patches were to proclaim a strong point in the fields of competition, he would find himself to be an expert in none other than agility. It was as if the obstacle course was his best friend, he knew every trick of the trade. Every hoop, see-saw and tunnel he could traverse with ease, even with his eyes closed. While he was clumsy, if he put his mind to it he could break the record. It was only a matter of if he had the concentration to try. Surpassing his best friend with ease, his tongue lopped open as he padded towards the end of the course, sitting down and scratching himself behind the ear before shaking his fur.

Sitting up straight, he barked in excitement as Treasure finished up her attempt. "The agility course is like my second home! I could settle in the tunnel for a dog bed, I'd like to see you try!" Friendly competition had to be the best competition, didn't it? Eyes grew in size as he heard the chillingly familiar growl of one of the main competition rivals. Desoto approached the duo, teeth bared in a horrific grin. Ears rising in confusion and teeth bared in alarm, Patches' paws tainted the ground with threat. Desoto was never up to any good--and Patches knew this. Nevertheless, he had requested Patches follow him and therefore he knew he had to do it.

The border collie's tail fell between his legs as his ears flattened. Intentions, when it came to the doberman, were nothing but backhanded and sly. Therefore, he knew that trouble could only follow suit. Slowly padding towards Desoto, his last glance fell upon Treasure's fearful face as he quietly followed. Upon reaching a distance which remained out of earshot, he began to bark.

"So, what's this about the competition, Desoto?" His tone tried to remain serious which broke serious character.

[shadow~wolf]

Treasure
{ tags; patches | mood; worried}
she watched patches warily as he walked off with desoto. treasure stepped forward quickly, trying to bark and warn him, but no sound would come out. her head ducked down low, now she was really worried. how could he have gone with desoto?! treasure shook her head with disappointment. she had a terrible feeling about this whole situation. her mind raced with terrible thoughts of desoto hurting patches, her breathing and heart rate increased to a much faster speed. treasure was worried out of her mind!

the doberman glanced back, making sure they were out of treasure's sight and no other dogs were around. he led patches back into an empty room. once they were there, his fur bristled and he bared his teeth. he turned to the male with narrowed eyes, a low growl arising from his barrel chest. the doberman stood tall over the collie, he crept closer, backing patches into a corner. he had now cornered the male and there was no way for him to get away. "now, we're going to make a little deal alright?" he snarled,
his hackles raised. "you will not compete in tonight's show! act rabid, cause a scene, anything that will disqualify you... if you go through with the show... you'll never see your pretty little friend again!" he snapped at the air next to patches face, just barely missing his snout. "and if you tell ANYONE about this, neither you or your owner will see the next day!" desoto backed up, then nipped at his tail "now go!" he growled.

[fali.]

𝒫𝒜𝒯𝒞𝐻𝐸𝒮

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Patches knew Desoto was trouble. It was clear to even a newborn puppy that he was a dog to be avoided unless you were to dance with the devil himself. Nevertheless, the border collie knew that he would have no choice if he were to try and avoid Desoto's sneers and constant beckoning to his presence. While it did hurt to leave his best friend behind, his tail fell between his legs as he slowly padded towards him. Eyes gazed into the soulless gaze of Desoto as he heard his haunting words.

"now, we're going to make a little deal alright?"
"you will not compete in tonight's show! act rabid, cause a scene, anything that will disqualify you... if you go through with the show... you'll never see your pretty little friend again!"
"and if you tell ANYONE about this, neither you or your owner will see the next day!"

Patches' eyes widened as he jumped at the snapping of the air. Growling towards the doberman, an unheard of serious side took a hold of the border collie as his gaze challenged Desoto. Why should HE have to throw away the competition? Surely Desoto would suffer serious consequences if he were to hurt anybody of any species--whether it be human or animal. He couldn't be so daft. Did the doberman think he had no chance with Patches competing in the show? Was this to be taken as a compliment in some twist of sickening fate? He shook his head, teeth bared in a snarl. He had a feeling Treasure was watching--and it was going to be hard to explain why the happy go lucky dog turned violent so quickly.

"Why should I throw this competition when I have the best shot? What could you possibly do... you... you..." Stammering for an insult, he settled for another low growl of sheer anger. Shaking his head. he stomped his front paws on the ground, snorting a challenge of dominance. Disobeying his order, he remained right where he was, muscles tensing.

"If you don't like it, maybe you can enter another dog show. I'm not putting my reputation on the line for some bully like you AND your owner."

[shadow~wolf]

Treasure
{ tags; patches | mood; worried}
treasure gulped hard, she had the worst feeling ever in her chest. she felt the strong urge to go check up on her friend, wondering why it was taking so long for what was claimed to be 'just a little chat between them'. she had horrible images of them fighting flashing through her mind. her ears swiveled and she heard very faint barking from a distance. without another second passing she sprinted off to grab his owner, who she knew the scent of so she found quickly near by. she tugged on his owner's shirt, trying to desperately get the person to follow her. she barked up at the owner and turned, lowering her tail and whining to give a hint to the owner that something might be wrong. after making a quick fuss, the person decided to follow her. once she had their attention, she ran in the direction the two males went. upon walking closer, she could hear snarls and growls coming from around the corner of the wall. these growls startled her, but then she furrowed her brows slightly when she realized these angry noises weren't coming from desoto in the moment, it sounded as though they were coming from her friend. but patches was the nicest dog she knew.. how could he be growling? especially in what she thought was a nice chat..? she couldn't quite understand their words, she walked close and poked her snout around the door way, gasping at the sight she saw when her eyes landed on desoto and patches.

desoto stood his ground. he didn't expect the male stay instead of run the other way, he had never witnessed another dog not obey his orders. this was very new to the doberman. he boiled with rage and fury. it could be seen in the brute's eyes that he was getting angrier by the second by this other dog disobeying him, and not fleeing like the others. who dare stand up to him?! "who do you think you are!?" he barked, his teeth bared. the doberman stood, trying to think of what to do to make him agree with the deal. he couldn't think of anything other than to act out and challenge him to fight. he looked back to the male, standing tall. he he was about to lash out at patches, but heard light footsteps from around the corner "oh, it seems you've done the rabid deed yourself." he whispered just under his breath. he flashed a quick maniacal smile towards patches , then let out a yelp to fake his pain. he crashed to the floor whining. just then, treasure's snout had poked out from around the corner, and patches owner had been following closely behind her. the scene looked like the other male had just attacked desoto. the doberman's plan to make patches look rabid was going along nicely. even if it didn't go as expected, this male always got his way.
desoto laid on the floor, whimpering softly. he lifted his head slowly, trying to seem weak and in pain. "oh thank god you're here." he fake coughed, but he made it seem all so real. desoto was oddly great at acting. he stood slowly, staggering forward and coughing again. "this dog..h-h-he lashed out at me for no reason." he whimpered, lowering his head and shaking it. "h-h-he's a danger to e-everyone here." the brute lifted a paw, trying to make it seem like his paw had been hurt.

[fali.]

𝒫𝒜𝒯𝒞𝐻𝐸𝒮

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His aggression towards the advancing doberman soon turned to fear as he heard the soft thump of a fraudulent attack. Desoto dramatically fell to the ground, the soulless whines of his faked pain ringing hollow within his ears. Standing back, the border collie looked on in horror as the scene fell before him. Rabid. He was rabid. Patches knew he wasn't rabid, but his owner didn't know any better. The judges didn't know any better. Treasure didn't know any better. It was as if an emotional roller-coaster had slammed him in the side, threatening to bring him to his knees. This entire time Desoto had to have set him up. It was so perfectly planned, so despicable--for a dog competition villain at least. There was nothing he could do but whine in his defeat, hues of hatred flashing within hazel eyes. No growl escaped his muzzle, instead just the empty, hollow shell of his former self.

What if he was put down for supposedly attacking the doberman? Nobody could see the blood between his claws as none had been spilt. Only lies spilt from the whines of Desoto as his eyes shot gleams of pure hatred. Patches could hear the shellshocked whimpering of both the newcomer Cooper and the old-timer Gismo, as if they couldn't believe the supposed attack right before their eyes. Patches began to whine, tail drooping between his legs as he took a few steps back before feeling the firm hand of his owner yank at his collar. Trying to pull away from the grip, Patches let out alarmed yelps, knowing his fate of being pulled from the competition couldn't be spared.

Cooper padded over clumsily towards Treasure, shocked as he panted slightly. Gismo stumbled over also, eyes dulled with his surprised. Cooper's paws scraped against the ground, failing to find a comfortable position as his tail wagged in alarm. Ears raised, he turned to the border collie.

"Princess!" he cried out, a lisp to his tone. "Do you think he actually attacked Desoto? I thought Desoto would rip him to shreds!" As he spoke, Gismo shook his head in sheer disappointment.

[shadow~wolf]

Treasure
{ tags; patches | mood; worried}
the collie watched as a crowd of dogs and humans gathered to the scene. she approached desoto with narrowed eyes, her eyes looking down to his paw. treasure didn't know what to think. she knew in her heart that patches would never do such a thing, but the scene was clear with what had happened.. or was it? "well, if you're in so much pain i don't think you should go on with the show.." the female said slowly. she tilted her head when she noticed something. desoto's paw didn't have a single scratch on it, not even a nick. honestly, it wasn't even the slightest bit swollen. "will you tell me what happened again?" she asked carefully. the doberman let out a small grunt in annoyance "isn't it clear what happened? he bit down on my paw! right into the skin! he's vicious." the male barked. treasure looked up at the dobe's face, her own face crinkled with irritation. "there's no bite marks." the female grumbled, her tail low and her ears back. she knew this dog was a liar!

treasure shook her head in response to cooper. "i wouldn't believe a word that dog says." she said in a hushed tone. her face softened when she saw patches, and how confused and helpless he appeared. a frown pulled at her maw. she wanted to help, but she didn't know how to. how would they prove to the owners that he wasn't vicious?
just then, her master hurried into the room and placed a hand on her collar. the damsel looked up at her owner and licked their hand gently, but was shocked when the human pulled her away from patches and to the other side of the room "don't let him near her!" her owner told patches' master. "oh treasure i'm so glad you're okay. i won't let him get you,
good girl.." she soothed, hugging treasure's neck and stroking her head. the collie whined softly, watching her friend with longing eyes. she didn't need to be soothed, she just wanted to be with patches! he wasn't a danger to anyone.

desoto began to become visibly more anxious at treasure catching him in a lie. "well- well- i just can't believe you, trying to belittle me! you won't even show the slightest sympathy to a dog in pain!" he yapped, trying to look saddened. he let out another whine, glaring at the other dogs in the crowd. "well don't just stand there, help me get out of here. i'm feeling faint from all of this stress!" the doberman barked.

[fali.]

𝒫𝒜𝒯𝒞𝐻𝐸𝒮

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Patches knew that nothing was wrong with the paws of the doberman. All he had done was simply growl, and if that intimidated him to fabrication then he didn't know why any of the show dogs were so afraid of him. Life was difficult when the competition dogs were ready to lie their way to the top. While Patches was determined to win, he was too righteous to perform such wicked acts of deception to claw to the top. Yanked by the collar, he was dragged away from both friends and foes as both species looked on in horror. Barking, he was calling out to Treasure in his distress as his owner solemnly nodded towards Treasure's.

"I didn't do it, Treasure!" he yelped, struggling against his master with flailing paws. His eyes flashed in horror--what if he was put down for attacking another 'beloved' dog? Out of every dog gathered, he had to make sure Treasure trusted him. How could he live without the trusty words of his closest friend? "He set me up! He's evil! Horror incarnate! Treasure, please!" Words grew quieter as he was dragged out of the area where the show was due to take place. His reputation was on the line and a doberman had his fangs out to crumble it.

Cooper's tongue lolled out as his eyes drooped along with his face. Tail ceased to wag like it usually did as his claws scraped the ground in restlessness. He knew Patches couldn't be a bad dog, but Desoto really did seem wounded. Mind at crossroads, he heard his master calling and clumsily ran off--sometimes you wouldn't be able to tell the reasons why he was able to join such pristine conditions at such high class events.

Gismo shook his head in distress. Patches was a good boy, as was told by his owner on numerous occasions. Teeth bared in a snarl, he yapped once towards Desoto before speaking. "Ohhh, I don't know what you've done, sonny, but I'm sure if you're that injured you won't be allowed in this competition either!"