Et tu, Brute? wrote:

Hannon & Amaury-Aimé Reul
(M) & (M)
Rest of the Stag gang.Hunted by the Stag.
“Quickly, Amaury.” Came the thickly French accented voice of his owner, punctuated by a stiff tug of his lead. Amaury did nothing but increase his pace, his head drooping lower in disgust and embarrassment as his owner lead him through these awful back streets. His eyes stared, affixed to the pavement as he felt his muzzle tighten in agitation, what he had once thought to have been a pleasant walk with his owner had ended up being a quick errand run to the seedier part of town, ‘I don’t know why he simply did not call for the car.’ Was Amaury’s naive thought, not knowing that the very reason his owner had slipped out of their residence under the pretence of a brisk walk with his faithful companion had been because he did not want the others to know where he was going.
This would have reeked of risky business to any of his human companions; after all, a millionaire does not simply walk into the back streets of Dublin, Ireland without a good reason.
But as the sun begun to set, casting a red blaze across the clouded skies of Dublin, his owner came to a stop; and as Amaury raised his head, he wished with every thread of his coat that he was back home. He could do little but watch on in stock horror as his once beloved owner wrapped his hand-made Italian leather lead around a lamp post, directly outside a grungy, Irish biker pub. “You cannot be serious! Do you see where you have tied me?! Do you want me to be stolen so badly?! I would go for thousands on the black market!” Amaury cried in outrage at his owner, his own French accent colouring his words, but all his owner heard was a mouthful of barking. “Silence.” Amaury’s owner cut, swiping his hand across his throat as a command for his dog to follow, and follow Amaury did.
Amaury could only watch on in silent, seething anger as his owner slipped into the bar without him. ‘For your sake, I hope you are quick.’ He thought narrowing his ice coloured eyes, finally resolving himself to the situation as he sat back on his hind-quarters. He gave a delicate sniff as he gazed around the dark settings, and as soon as the scents washed over him, he regretted it, ‘Oh good heaven, what is this foul stench?!’ He cried mentally, his paw coming up to cover his noise in abject horror, almost wishing he could scratch it off. “Looks like he finally smelt you, Bull!” Came a hysterical voice followed by a Hyena like laugh, it was quickly stopped as Amaury heard a metal clattering and yelp, “Shut up, Kelly!” Came the aggressive growl of the one obviously insulted.
“Who is there?!” Barked Amaury, throwing himself to all fours, his heckles raised and heart pumping. “We’re here.” Came the slightly amused voice from behind him, spinning around, Amaury tried to throw himself as far away from the lamp post as possible but felt his throat choke on his collar and in his view he saw a cream fleeced dog. Long, grey, feathery tufts stretching and curling from his ears, as he cocked his head, a wolfish gleam in his eyes as he leant up against the post Amaury was tied too. And from behind that beast slinked another one, this one clad in grey and ivy, he shot his eyes towards the one positioned up against the pole, his ears in a lazy cock “I think you startled him, brother.” The creamed coated one never let his gaze stray from Amaury as he responded "I believe that was the point, Carrigann." The one now identified as Quinn only gave a snort of amusement as he brushed up against his twin brother, "So cruel, Quinn."
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Came that same hysterical voice as before as a red clad member came staggering into the light, his eyes wild “What’s a pretty doggy-woggy like you doing here?!” That same crazed Hyena laugh slipping out, just like before; he gave a shake of his body, sending bits of garbage flying from his body, making obvious what that clattering noise had been. ‘The fool was pushed in the garbage, how fitting.’ Amaury sneered inside his head, his eyes darting around the small pack that had formed around him. He jumped as a fourth one emerged, sending the cackling idiot to the ground with a heavy full-body slam. “I say we eat him.” The sheer size of the new dog gave away who he was, but the whining Kelly confirmed it “Bull! I don’t want to eat him, I want to maim him!” He keened like a pup being weaned, a very surreal experience for Amaury, as Kelly was talking about maiming him.
The playful like banter was broken, however, as a bone came cluttering to a stop at Amaury’s feet.
To be continued~ =o
Should I continue? xD
Finally finished, rofl! x3
Eyes whipping down to the bone, Amaury’s tail sunk between his legs as hid ears laid flat against his skull. He cast his narrowed eyes around, as the pack of mongrels seemed to tense, that itself, making Amaury nervous, ‘What could shut these imbeciles up so quickly and have them so nervous.’ He thought but before his eyes, from between the dark and ominous rows of Harley’s slunk a mutt that even had Amaury’s heckles race all the way to his tail. Stretching from the darkness, Hannon swayed into the light, the thick, dirty strap of mattered fur coiled and framed his face as he cocked his head ever so slightly. The way his body moved was indicative to his power, the long, lean muscles in his hind legs bunched and coiled as he moved, leaving no question to his ability to pounce at any second. His maw hung open, displaying a lolling tongue trapped by rows of vicious teeth.
Teeth that could rip Amaury apart as he stood there, tethered at a pole like a lamb to slaughter.
“Well, well, well, what’s this, boys?” His dark voice rolled through the night as he slunk forward, head low. “Boss!” Kelly squeaked, darting forward like a timid fox, “This is the shiny mans dog, he reeks of him!” He quipped as he danced around his alpha’s feet; he was brashly knocked to the side as a second figure emerged from the darkness, this one far more ominous then the rest. “Now Skule, don’t be so hard on poor Kelly. You know he’s just excitable.” The leader of the pack intoned to his Beta, the hulking black clad Skule. “Whatever, Hannon.” The gruff dog replied as Amaury was finally let in on his name. “You.” Amuary growled, as he took a step forwards, towards Hannon, “You will get your mangy mutts away from me this instance!” Amuary demanded, not realizing he was out of his depths.
Hannon took a second to look at Amaury, an amused, disbelieving look on his face. “You hear that, boys? He doesn’t like your company.” He barked, casting amused glances at his pack who all simply laughed in response. “Well,” He snapped, still as relaxed as ever as he looked back to Amaury, “we’re lucky you ain’t in charge, aren’t we?” He finished as he walked closer, causing Amaury to try and back up, but to little luck. As Hannon lunged Amaury yelped, his eyes snapping closed as he waited to feel the dogs teeth rip through his throat; he opened them again when he heard the ridiculing laughter.
Looking at Hannon, he saw him happily chomp on his bone, the object for which he had lunged for. “Looks like someone a bit jumpy.” Bull sniggered, please to see Amaury so on edge. “Shut up you filthy inbred!” Amaury snarled, causing bull to take a step back at the surprised aggression. “Easy there, Frenchie. We just wanna play.” Quinn intervened, more for Amaury’s sake than anyone else’s, Quinn knew if the dog got to snappy it could end in a tangle. Amaury didn’t seem to take the hint and instead bared his teeth at the cream jacketed Quinn “I’ve seen the same fur shade on a rat, seems your mother has been stepping.” He sneered.
It took all of Carrigan’s jaw strength to stop Quinn ripping out the Huskies throat. All Hannon could do was give a bark and it was over, everyone stopped. Stalking forward, his body rubbed up against Amaury’s as he tried to get away, but the leash held him on the spot. “I like you.” Hannon purred, his muzzle rubbing up against Amaury’s, "I think I’ll keep you. Cut him loose, let’s go!” Hannon barked to Skule. “What?! No! Leave me be!” Amaury fussed, thrashing violently and causing a ruckus. “What are you doing you mangy mongrels!?” Came the thick French accent Amaury knew only too well, Followed by a thrown beer bottle smashing to the ground near Skule’s feet “Get out of here!” Followed by another bottle. Kelly and the others bolted, leaving only Hannon behind as he spared some parting words “I know your scent, I will find you again. You will be mine.” He snarled, turning just in time to avoid an expensive Italian loafer to the face.
Amuary could only shake in terror as his owner released him from the lamppost and begun to hurriedly drag him back home.
Et tu, Brute? wrote: “I’ve seen the same fur shade on a rat, seems your mother has been steeping.”
I simply had to include the new rats! xD