Hell Hath No Fury...

[♠ Junkyard ♠]

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[atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/JunkM.png] The spill of flatten boulders, a lone monument found on the eastern most point of the rolling meadows bore the weight of a massively built canine. The midnight base of the creatures pelt gleamed with strips of gold, moist from a recent washing, in the heat of the morning sun as it just now started to peek over the tops of the various trees that made up the surrounding forests. The thick length of that whipcord slapped occasionally against the pitted surface of the granite stone, for the moment the giant was content. He'd enjoyed that bit of entertainment when the bitch had gone from attempting seduction to begging for her life as he sank his ivories into her flesh, ripping, shreding...eating...before the final plea for him to end her suffering, as if he'd had an ounce of mercy within his heart. She'd lived an hour after that before the pain had finally taken her. Even after she'd drawn her last breath he continued to feast upon her flesh, until he'd eaten his fill. A dip in the icy mountain runoff had effectively removed any trace of his earlier enjoyments. It was true, he enjoyed nothing more then to play with his food, leading them on until they lay their trust within his giant paws. He played his part well in this great game of chess, a game that he manipulated daily. So here he lay, content with his world, drying in the morning sun, completely exposed without a care in the world. The weight of that cranium rested so that the darkness of his gaze could peer out across the valley's expanse should he design to work up the effort to open those gold bedecked black optics. Occasionally those jaws would part, large hanging lips would fold back while that tongue flickered out in a wide mouthed yawn that always ended with a snap as the deadly length of his canines slammed shut with a shuddering force. A shift in the wind would bring about a violent sneeze that had the brute rolling from his side to his belly to give that skull a vigorous shake. How he hated to sneeze!

[♦€rida♦]

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[atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/JunkM.png] The weigh of that cranium shifted round as the winds brought the scent of another to freshly cleared nasals. Those optics whose appearance at first might seem as dark as the midnight sky caught sight of the distinctly feminine Doberman that stood with one paw half raised to match the brow she held arched in his direction. While it was not his habit to eat so well that his movements would be harmed, the moment still found him in a somewhat relaxed and welcoming mood. A smile slowly fell across those meaty lips, folded soldiers perk in the fae's direction while the thick length of that whipcord tail slapped once or twice against the stone with a dull thud. Muscles would tense, rippling beneath that black pelt sending the hints of gold making up his brindled coat a blaze, as the weight of his front half was shoved into the air until he sat back on his haunches. After all a gentleman did not greet a lady while laying on his stomach, now did he? He had appearances to keep up. From parted jaws and the depths of his chest came his voice. A deeply soothing sound, like velvety soft dark chocolate brushing over the senses. "Good day to you, Lady. Beautiful morning to be out for a...stroll." There would be a brief almost unchecked moment of hesitation before he amended the words he nearly uttered. Although there would be a sparkle to that gaze as he recalled his morning adventures. Such a pleasant thing, to bath in another's entrails in the early morning light. Still there were other matters at paw that demanded his attention. Primarily the red bitch who interrupted his nap.

[♦€rida♦]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/5frq8n.jpg] It was only a fraction of a second before the large male's attention was on her, though that short wait had caused a hint of frustration to play across her features. The demoness knew that the attention would come, it always did, but when she wanted something it was to be immediate in order to please her. The paw that dangled idly in the air now reached forward silently tapping the earth engaging the other three into motion. The rising of the beast only lured her to him, as if he were dangling a chunk of steak right before her pale nose. The smooth, alluring words were silently evaluated without any shift of expression, which could easily lead one to believe she simply did not hear his mindless babble about the day. Who really cared what the weather brought? What made today any different then most other days upon the island? The fae held onto the silence, allowing it to weigh heavily upon the atmosphere while honey optics searched the mastiff's features. There was something "off" about him, and that something is what was keeping the fawn hued doberman's interest. Finally a melodic voice was offered in exchange for his own tempting lyrics just as she paused a mere few feet from the loner. "I do suppose it is a rather nice morning for a stroll. Though I do not tend to waste my time with such senseless past times." The weight of the alphess was slowly dropped backward upon leanly muscled haunches, allowing gravity the opportunity to have a purpose even if for only a moment. Shades closed slightly over now narrowed eyes, the look of obvious dissection consuming her features. Erida could care less who saw her pulling them apart visible piece by visible piece. The vixen always followed her gut feelings, which had never led her astray before, but it was always interesting to her as to why she got them. Why was she so intrigued by this particular dog. He seemed to be normal according to the rest of the island's standards. Polite, a gentleman by appearance, well kept, but there had to be something that pulled her. With a slow rise and fall lids opened further, clearing her vision to allow the greater amount of light into pupils without causing discomfort. Everything about that steel stare flipped, transforming into something much softer, and much more feminine. A soft smile now paraded across her features, the interest now offering itself through a gaze that could burn a hole through most brutes' hearts. Would this one be any different? She wasn't sure, although secretly she hoped it would be so. Playing the same old game was becoming rather tiring. What happened to the days where she actually needed to stand up to these dogs? Curiosity lifted the two tanned specks resting over her eyes as the prying began, "I am surprised I have not heard of one such as yourself before. I usually hear the faes within my pack chattering about any brute with even a morsel of what you seem to possess. They would be rather pleased to hear news of such a magnificent beast." The bitch's skull twisted to the side in a methodical manner offering the impression that she was contemplating such things. In reality she could care less about what the wench's within her borders talked of. She knew most of it revolved around her, whether it be jealousy or hatred although it seemed more often both. The calculating gaze dropped to the earthen floor as she considered her moves. It seemed to be the one time in her life that this route did not seem to be the most comfortable for her, something was wrong about the situation. She knew she should cut it short, yet dancing with the devil was her favorite hobby and how would she learn the truth of why her instincts told her to stay away from her typical strategy if she obeyed? "It's a good thing I'm not much of one to share, I would hate to have a constant earful."

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[atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/JunkM.png] In silence he listened to her words of praise, words he'd heard more often then not, for a moment he wondered if there was an ounce of imagination left upon this island. Leaping from the tumbled stone pile he towered over the fae while he circled at a lazy pace. He bore more grace then one his size should, but that was neither here nor there, since the entirety of his focus was on the slender muscular fae that chose to disturb his morning nap. She'd be a tasty morsel to say the least, to bad he'd eaten so well early on. Heavy paws left an obvious trail in the dew soaked grass, crushing the plant life without a second thought until he finally rounded to face her once again. A twist of that skull and a grin across his maw was offered as he fell back onto his well muscled haunches. A slight roll of those shoulders mimicked a human like shrug. There wouldn't be much gossip about him since most of the canines he encountered ended up 'six feet under' as the human expression went. But that little tidbit of information would not be shared. No instead he'd shift the conversation toward her. "I have heard of a doberman whose wicked ways, and bloodthirsty demeanor is rivaled only by her beauty. Might you be the Alphess of Metnal?" Outwardly he was the picture perfect gentleman, posed and seemingly docile with folded twins tipped forward, the midnight black of his gaze held tiny flecks of gold mirroring the brindle of his short coarse pelt. Various scars might occasionally be seen should one dare to get close enough to the massive brute, or rather should he allow a body to get close enough.

[♦€rida♦]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/5frq8n.jpg] The calm, soft facade never faltered despite his lack of reaction to her words. Truth be known what she spoke was nothing but honest. Tsunami would have been blubbering over this beast if she had known of him. Yet the fact remained that he was unimpressed by her compliments, which only tugged even more tightly at her interest. Cropped soldiers pushed forward further as the behemoth rose from his stone bed, her gaze trailing him until he vanished behind her. Radars never left their frontal position, yet every miniscule sound right down to the placement of each toe upon the moist earth was examined. Those on the outside would find it very difficult to see that she was paying him any mind as each sinewy muscle was completely relaxed under that soft pelt. The only movement was the slipping of irises to the opposite side to meet the sight of him as he stalked into her visible range. As the brute fell back to mimic her own posture a wave of relief warmed her body. Not a relief that he did not attack as most may have felt as they were so closely dissected, rather the feeling that the charades did not need to continue in his presence. As she had hoped she would not need to use seduction on this brute. Would it work? Erida had never met another it did not work on. But the same old game was getting tiring. The handsome grin found upon his meaty jowls was something close to her own. Sweet and gentle on the surface, yet holding something wicked deep within. His description of her and inquiry sent the fires within ablaze as assumptions were proved correct. A sinister grin slowly crept along her slender maw as the too common act was finally melted away. She did note how the attention was turned onto her, but she didn't mind for now. If the dark expression wasn't enough to confirm the questioning her crown dipped once in the form of a nod as words flowed in the still deceptively sweet voice, "Mmhmm, indeed I am." Her own dial fell slightly off kilter as she examined him once again, this time rather quickly compared to the last before her eyes locked upon his darker orbs, "And may I be privileged and know your calling?" His name truly didn't mean much to the demoness, yet it would be nice to have something proper to refer to him with rather then the multitude of names she could come up with.