Fall from grace

[creed]

Creed stretched, his powerful muscles were tight and strained from lying in the same position too long. Cramp threatened to consume his left hind leg and he gave it a fierce shake, no way was he gonna be limping around this place. Metnal was one of those survival of the fittest type packs and Creed was definitely one of the fittest, which led anyone who didn’t know to wonder how he had found himself at the bottom of the pile. Then again that was Creed’s business and no other dog was in a position to hear of it, and once he could work it out right in his mind he would be out of here. He had tried once, when the moon was clouded over and he knew he would be impossible to see, but there isn’t a lot you can do to hide your scent and when the wind is against you no matter where you go you’re a sitting duck. So some wayward pack warriors had found him and Creed was still stuck in this little corner of hell. It wasn’t even so much pack life that disagreed with him, in another time he might have come to enjoy it, what didn’t agree with him was Erida. On the outside she was a beautiful bitch, perfect age to breed with but on the inside she was a scathing wench and Creed had to wonder if she had the aged and rotted heart of a dog twice her age.

Licking his muzzle the Beauceron padded out from his hovel and into the morning sun. The glare of the bright yellow star caught him in the eye, and the dog found himself trying to blink away the spots that now clouded his vision. Stupid weather! Raising a forepaw he swiped at his face giving one of his eyes a tender rub, before dropping on to his belly and rubbing his face in the dirt.

Relief is short lived in any sense, and when the spots had finally cleared the black and tan dog pulled himself to his paws, and walked on with a dignity he perhaps should no longer possess. His large paws indented the ground, leaving a smooth four toed path in their wake; he didn’t care who dared to follow. In this land he had no power, somewhere over in the trees he had been a prince of thieves, a rogue bandit; but here he was the omega, the punch bag. Creed knew that he would be pursued by some dog, probably one who just felt the urge to torment him though he was quite sure no other kind existed in this pack.

Dodging between trees Creed almost felt free, like he was racing through the woodland to capture prey in his jaws, unfortunately though that was not the case. He was simply padding on until his nose caught scent of water, and then perhaps he would trot to his destination. As it were Creed hadn’t been in the mood for running, much less any other kind of joy filled activity, his bandit life style had in the end cost him his freedom and there were times that he wished Erida had just killed him. At least he would have died the way he had lived for this was no life at all.

The lake was a serene place; the water had a certain quality about it that shone through whether it be the moon or sun that looked down upon it. Creed could always find peace here, and when he needed to pretend that he was still a free dog he would come here, seeking the quiet solitude it offered. Today was no different, no other dogs seemed to have found their way here and Creed took the opportunity to lie down at the water’s edge and lap at the cool liquid. It refreshed his dry throat and bought life in to his paws, where he had felt depressed and angry he now felt slight hope and a new sense of confidence. The water was power and it kept him alive, he didn’t know why water was more powerful even than food or why it was water he craved first, he suspected these were simply things that dogs are not supposed to understand. Letting his forepaws flop in to the cool water the Beauceron closed his eyes, the slight ripple in the water was soothing and he found himself drifting off to sleep.

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[◄Eugene►]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Eugene/Untitled-4.jpg] Eugene knew exactly where he was although he had no particular reason for being here other than to hopefully press a few buttons. Perhaps, even, to find a few lonely Metnal faes who needed to feel loved and needed. At least until Eugene got what he wanted out of them. Only at that point would he throw them out of his mind like yesterdays shit. The only female he could think of at this moment that didn't deserve that kind of treatment was the lovely border collie whom had introduced herself as Qannik years earlier after the large mastiff had saved her life. Ever since, she had been one of his best mates. Heavy paws lumbered along the ridge, bits of dust and debris lifting off the ground each time his paw released it's hold on the earth. This massive beast looked exactly like he belonged in these lands and even if someone questioned him inwardly, most lacked the gut to approach him and interrogate the black monster. Eugene was born and raised a fighter. Before the Extermination of the humans, he fought for their own entertainment. Ripping apart canine after canine while their money flowed from the bets. As for the humans that bet against this dog, they soon regretted it as they watched their dogs die one after another. Eugene loved and misses this life. Being renown throughout the streets, soon canines that knew their turn was coming to compete with him would take off into the woods surrounding the village, never to be seen again. During the day of the Extermination, Eugene protected his owners. Not because he gave two shits about them, but it was the thrill of the fight. The moment he was completely outnumbered, though, he stood down. All of that was in the past, but his reputation still remains within the loner territories. Fuckin' pack mutts are too high and mighty within their territories to fear anything, though. Eugene thought this was a mistake. So here he was. As he approached the lake, he made no effort to quiet his heavy footfalls. His body moved in a suave swagger, living up to his ghetto attitude. It took no time for him to pinpoint the scent of a Metnal male. A smirk grew on the right side of his maw as he redirected his gait towards the brute. Fortunately for Eugenes patience, the next turn he made offered him his reward. The black and tan canine lay next to the waters edge apparently resting or sleeping. Huge black paws walked right towards the Metnal mutt as he shouted at him. "Yo, nigga, how it do? Don't get fuckin' twisted, but I'm lookin' for that skeezer that thinks she runs this place." Causing trouble gives Eugene a major thrill, and the thought of asking for the Queen of Metnal territory had the possibility of bringing loads of trouble for the large black brute. Not to mention that no fucking female should be in charge of anything, and Eugene planned on telling her exactly that.

[AndREIos]

Sunlight crept up on the large brute as he rested comfortably on a large rock near the caves. He let out a low grunt and carefully opened one chocolate brown eyem only to be blinded. He lifted one large tan paw and rubbed it against his eyes. He let out a sigh and pushed his large, lean body off the rock and onto all four paws. He shook out his onyx colored coat, which faded into a brilliant coppery tan. He shook out his pelt and hopped off the rock. He scanned the area, before moving on. He made his way down the path toward the lake. He needed a break and he had woken up, thirsty. He made his way down the path, keeping his pricked up ears alert to any movement.

He had been in the Metnal pack for two years now. He joined at age three and rose to the rank of Guard withina year or two. He took his job seriously. He padded up to the bank of the lake and looked around. He then lowered his head and lapped quickly and quietly at the water. His ears then picked up the sound of talking. He lifted his head from the water and turned his chocolate gaze to a pair of brutes. One large with a black and tan coat. The other pure black and just about the same size. He pulled his ears back and narrowed his eyes. He recognized the black and tan brute as Creed, the Omega. The other was unfamiliar. He let out a small growl and kept his head low, making sure they didn't try anything. He kept his auds tuned to their conversation.

So far he wasn't liking what he was hearing. He straightened up and walked carefully over to the the brutes. Her lowered his head, eyes smoldering with irritation. "What business do you have with the Alphess?" Rei ordered. He ususally wasn't one to anger easily, but when it came to someone disrespecting authority, especially the one he protected, he tended to get a little irritated. He lifted his head in a regal fashion, snarling a little. He wouldn't stand for disrespect. No matter if it came from an outsider or not.

[creed]

Dreams are a blessing to us all; they bring us things we cannot achieve in everyday life and whisper promises of days we have long since passed. In the recesses of his mind Creed was free; he was a bandit once more. He felt the wind in his fur and the dirt beneath his paws belonged to no beast, the tree line he raced along was no dogs, there was no dominate aggressor but only wild dogs and domestic dogs. There were humans who maintained the balance between those who lived beyond the tree line and the pets, there wasn’t a grey area and there was no Erida. It was peaceful. Creed’s dreams were interrupted by heavy pawsteps, and with a twitch of his ears he allowed his eyes to slowly open.

A rough voice crept in to his ears and while Creed had caught the scent of the other dog he still glanced up in surprise at how close the mastiff had chosen to get. The black dog smelt free, he had no pack scent and that only begged the question of why he was there. What idiot chooses to cross over to Erida’s land? A hypocritical question perhaps, for it was a mistake Creed had also made only he had no intention of chasing off the strange. The young Beauceron couldn’t give a shit what the big male wanted, but he found himself listening anyway especially when the question of his alpha came up. Where was she? Did Creed look like the bitch’s keeper? He didn’t care where she was, or she stumbled off a cliff edge and the fish had a quick snack; though thinking about it he would quite like to see that.

Pulling himself up in to a sitting position Creed let his tail twitch from side to side, he hated putting on airs of submission around the other pack members and it was nice to be in the company of an outsider – especially one that wanted to see the alpha fall. “I can only hope she’s stuck her head in a badger’s den and it’s made a meal of her face.” Twitching his ears the male let a doggy grin pull at his lips, his fangs flashing as he did so. The heavy set male in front of him would have been a fun challenge and had Creed cared about the land he was on he might have fought him just to see, as it were he was content enough to hear the male bad mouth Erida and his brain was already on to the idea of perhaps allying himself with the wander mastiff.

“What is it you wa-” Creed’s words were interrupted by the approach of another male, the omega stiffened and sniffed the air; it was Rei one of the guards and he let a sigh escape him. The dog wasn’t too bad as far as Metnal pack members go but he could be a really arrogant sod, not so much in what he said but in the way he held himself and Creed would have been more than happy to spin round and bite his throat out. The black and tan male was pretty sure his annoyance showed through, and despite how much he tried his ears remained high on his forehead and his tail twitched with the desire to ride high, a flag of his displeasure. Instead he forced the long appendage to droop between his legs and forced the snarl from his lips, his ears finally dropping back against his skull and his eyes shifting. Submission was not something Creed did well.

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[◄Eugene►]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Eugene/Untitled-4.jpg] Complete relaxation. Eugene was one hundred and ten percent in control of himself and he wasn't about to show any of these fools in these territories anything different. His large, blunt skull leaned slightly to the right as he watched the black and tan Beauceron look at Eugene for a moment before rising himself into a sitting position. The muscles that lay just under the Mastiffs skin could be as seen as clearly as day even though he chose not to flex them. Years of training and killing combined with an ego that has not seen a equal, Eugene was what you got. Although Eugene belonged in no pack, he still ruled the old streets of the Diripio village much like an Alpha would. His way of doing things ran along a completely different line from the true packs, though. Making bargains and bets, stealing, spending his extra time within the presence of the beauties of loner lands. For all the evils he seemed to relish in, there were a lot of good that came for most of the pack-less canines in that area. They were all well fed and protected and most seemed quite happy with the setup. Eugene showed no emotion as the Beauceron spoke with the exception of his light coloured orbs. An obvious enhance in light flashed over them and then disappeared just as quickly. A new canine had approached them, showing no respect for this massive brute, in his mind at least. One might have assumed that Eugene didn't even hear the canine speak or approach. None of his features recognized there was another Metnal member near him. His eyes were still dead plastered on the Beauceron in front of him. A smirk started on the left side of his maw, growing so slowly he wasn't even sure it would ever reach it's limit, before the simple smirk quickly grew into a deep chuckle. Still paying no heed to the Tervuren, Eugene spoke, the chuckle remaining. "I like you, Kid. Fuckin' thorough through and through. Too bad you be half steppin' here. Everyone's got their scaries though, right?" Eugene had been referring to Erida as a scary, accusing the black and tan of being afraid of the Metnal queen. Why else would he still be here, Eugene thought. "But now I gotta fuckin' go bolos on this motherfucker over here.", Eugene stated, nodding his head in the direction of the Teryuren. His eyes, though, were still laughing and focused on the Beauceron. Eugene heavily trotted up to the Omega and nudged him on the shoulder with his own as he finally finished speaking to him. "Respect be something that needs to be fuckin' taught sometimes, ya know?" The pale brown eyes finally focused on the Teryuren, all comic lost on them now. He trotted right up to him, close enough for the canine to feel his hot breath on his muzzle, fearless. "Motherfucker, I ain't the one. Don't make me have to drop some fuckin' science on your whipped ass. Front all you want, but there ain't no way your fuckin' balls are still there. Answering to a fuckin' skank and all. What be it?" Eugene stared directly into his eyes, his muscles still completely relaxed. He had absolutely no doubt that he could take both of the Metnal mutts in one go if he needed to, but that wasn't what he wanted. All he wanted was to find Erida and give her a piece of his mind. Allow her to know she had very formidable opponents out there.

[Φ Ϙaηηik]

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[atrb=background,http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww202/xamayaxkismetx/qmiddle.png] Silent as a wraith Qannik moved into Metnal lands flowing effortlessly across the terrain following a scent that was as familiar as her own. It had been several hours since she'd broken off company with the Don, leaving him to hound whatever fae he came across while she hunted up a bit of food to fill the hallow pit of her belly. A need that had been filled by the warm wiggling form of a rabbit whose instincts had led it straight into her jaws. A swift death and a nice feast later found the fae satisfied. Stashing the remained of the kill she'd set off in search of her gang-mate. From the shadows the border collie watched, a slow grin crossing the icy white of her muzzle. Blacken optics flicker between the three with obvious amusement. It would seem Eugene was on a bent for trouble this day. Muscles would flex beneath the length of that pristine white pelt, as the fae pressed to her paws moving forward with a graceful light step. Without so much as a hello the snow white creature slipped into their midst. The forward motion ceased as the fae approached the Beauceron, lowering back upon her haunches she'd turned that unblinking gaze upon the pair who stood nose to nose. The wicked delight swirling within those nightly eyes shone bright. It was always a pleasure to watch Eugene in action. The length of that tail coiled about her paws while folded soldiers remained perked giving her a more dainty feminine appearance.

[♦€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] Off to the side of the main caves etched perfectly into the face of Devil's Ridge was a smaller cave which Erida called her personal home. Some may say it was rather sad that she chose to keep her distance from the rest of the pack, when in reality nobody knew the other dogs quite as well as the queen. She was quite aware of the mental state of many of the mongrels and her ultimate trust was not placed in most of their paws. Without trust what was there? Nothing more than pawns. There were several members whose safety was actually important to her, whose lives meant something. Yet these were the dogs that showed their loyalty, the few that she whole-heartedly trusted. There within the deep etching the rays of sun had just begun to reach their bright arms, scattering the shadows deeper into the cave's interior. The doberman bitch lay in the same spot every night, just where the sun's rays would kiss her face good morning, yet not be capable of touching any other hair on her frame. As the warmth caressed a slender maw, and burned against her lids making her view only red behind the closed shades a deep breath was taken and held for a moment before letting it lose in an awakening sigh. Honey optics slowly met the morning light, pupils contracting and expanding as they focused on the jagged interior of her bedroom. Through still narrowed eyes the fae examined the entrance to the cave. Something was off. Nothing was out of place, no canid shadows loomed in the entrance, yet an instinctive feeling that her presence was needed pumped through her veins. Front limbs stretched forward as her rear rose arching her spine. Each individual toe spread to it's fullest extent as her moist nose lifted toward the rocky ceiling. Muscles tightened and stretched under a sleek pelt removing any kink that had dared jam it's way into her body during slumber. A cloud of air was shot from twin nares as she hoisted her frame upon dainty paws as if she were shaken awake rapidly. A ruby muscle dabbed either side of the bitch's maw attempting to rid herself of the sticky, humid feeling that had developed within her mouth. She would go take a cool drink before searching for the reason she felt such a need to search for...something. She was not quite aware of what she was suppose to be doing or who she was suppose to be finding. Erida would know when she found it. Cropped receptors found themselves plastered back against a skull that was held even with her angled shoulder blades. Long pillars spread over the earth in distance devouring strides straight into the sunlight. From the positioning of the demoness alone most would be quite aware to avoid her now. A piercing gaze darted across the few dogs that dotted the area around the caves in additional warning as she emerged into the outside world. Almost immediately a lithe frame began to stalk toward the lake. Just the thought of the cool, crisp waters were torture to her mouth forcing the speed to pick up slightly. From a distance she appeared to be a large wild cat stalking unexpected prey as she floated effortlessly up the side of the mountain. Breaking the crest of the mountain the sweet scent of water seemed to smash wildly into her nasal cavities offering relief from a distance. The lake was within sight from where the dove hued fae stood, yet the sounds of masculine voices tugged annoyingly at her senses. The skin along her maw rose in displeasure, a snarl weaving its way between exposed ivories. Was this why instincts told her she was needed? Did she really care if a fight broke out between the mongrels in the distance? Without much regard her path to the lake was completed, dropping her head toward the refreshment. A long tongue dipped into the pool, curling around the water to pull it within the damp cavern. The cold stung her dry throat as it trickled down to her stomach, yet the sting was so much more pleasurable then the scratching desert conditions of prior. Though concentration seemed to be upon the quenching of her thirst, gaze locked upon the ripples rolling near her maw all attention was locked upon the distant gathering. Finally a reference to the queen herself was heard forcing a single tan brow to quirk in interest. A sinister smirk slithered across gray lips as jaws snapped closed to hold her tongue captive once again. Muscles seemed to roll slowly, like a thick honey spreading itself over a piece of warm toast, lifting and twisting her dial toward the brutes. The three seemed to be in some type of confrontation, and another was making their way toward the small group. They wanted the queen and so they shall receive her. The previous stalking posture was replaced with something much more regal, head held high upon a leanly muscled neck. Elegant steps were taken, her frame dancing across the distance between her drinking spot and the group of four. The sinister smile dissipated being replaced with something more welcoming. The new found grin was laced with the perfect combination of seduction and sweetness. Tall auds placed themselves loosely upon her aerodynamic cranium, twisting between the gathered canines. As approaching the actual scents of those present began to be offered. Two were familiar while the other two were not. A warning glare shot toward the lowly mongrel that dared steal from her pack members. If he felt the need to act like a moron in her presence, if he even considered standing against her she would have him tortured once again until he begged for death. Death would not come for this mutt until Erida had decided to offer it...old age wouldn't come soon enough for Creed. The dark glare given to the Omega transformed into the normal facade the evil queen pulled upon her features. Light hued orbs touched fondly upon Silas before shifting upon the well muscled stranger. She had to admit to herself that he was rather impressive, yet to come here upon her lands and start trouble with her members was not something she was fond of. As for the newly joined female she was ignored just for the moment, she seemed to be of no trouble. Motion only stopped as her own nose touched between the pair of brutes gently nudging Silas out of the way as she twisted her frame to almost come face to face with the Cane Corso. Almond shaped pools locked upon the large dog's gaze attempting to force him to break his ideas of confrontation with her guard. An oddly sweet voice flowed from her larynx toward the stranger, the tone smoothly caressing his receptors, "did I hear that you were seeking me?" Just as her question trailed off her gaze purposely fell from his face and began to trace the lines defining each and every muscle barely hidden by his onyx pelt. Silence was held for several moments before her eyes focused his own in polite fashion, "how could I be of assistance to you?

[creed]

Dear God this dog could talk, and talk he did. Creed wasn’t certain he fully understood everything that came out of the mastiff’s mouth but he had a vague idea and was pretty sure he got the jist of it. He wanted to tell the big black hound that there was no way in hell he was afraid of Erida and that in actuality Creed feared no dog. The reason he was still pinned down as their omega? Numbers, one dog against an entire pack; not even an English Mastiff could stand against such odds. So it was that he remained, trapped by his own arrogance. This molosser seemed to have no idea of his own limitations, and while he may not think he was in any danger here, Creed knew that if Metnal wanted it the heavy set male would be dead. Even the biggest, baddest dogs have to succumb to the superior power of a well oiled team. As it were the Corso was intent on causing some kind of havoc and Creed was all for that, he loved a fight as much as the next dog and if Creed thought the bigger dog would cause enough of a distraction for him run then he would have encouraged the madness, but he knew that whatever the outcome for this dog it would be far worse for him. He had learned the hard way that the Omega suffered for ever dog’s slight.

The appearance of a female collie didn’t seem to take any of the tension from the confrontation and knowing that her presence as well as the Corso’s would take Rei’s full attention, he spared no time in sitting down and having a good scratch. His left hind leg came up to claw at the flesh just under his jaw, a rapid kicking motion and the irritating itch died away. Dropping the leg back to the ground and slowly rising to his feet Creed was surprised by the scent that caught his nostrils.

Erida. Her form disguised by the thick tree line, but her scent indistinguishable. He would have known her presence even if he had still been fully focused on the other dogs in his presence, perhaps he was more in tune with the other pack members, due to his position as Omega. Creed made a appoint to always know who was around him; he wasn’t going to allow the bastards any kind of advantage. All things considered the heavy set black hound was less of an amusement than a thorn in Creed’s side; he would wander in with his bravado, cause a scene and then scamper off in to the distance. Creed didn’t have that luxury and his participation in the whole thing, he knew, would be questionable and honestly he didn’t care. Erida, should she choose to, would always find a reason to taken her frustrations out on him so with a sigh he adopted the submissive posture expected of him. His tail pulled in tight between his legs, his ears dropped and his whole body lowered slightly closer to the ground, but his eyes remained fierce and they did not lower from her body. He hated her, and would have loved nothing more than to rip her throat out right now – he suspected he was capable of such an action. In a fight, he was certain he could probably win; or he could have before her pack had made him their omega. Since then he fed only when they saw fight to allow him, and he rarely had time to himself – plotting a successful escape was almost impossible.

His desire to speak out of turn caused his mouth to open, and his brain battled with itself as he fought not to say what was on his mind and in his heart. Could she be of assistance? Damn skippy! Dumb bitch could assist herself to a river and drown. He resisted the urge though, and while he knew he wasn’t looking droopy and pathetic like an Omega aught he had made an effort to at least look slightly timid. Closing his mouth the Beauceron finally dropped his gaze and with a snort of disdain he took a step back to allow distance between himself and the alpha.

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[AndREIos]

Andreios watched the two talk. Creed seemed annoyed by the large brute, he couldn't blame him. He caught part of what the mastiff was saying, but tuned him out. Before he had time to react again, the brute was in his face. Rei's dark eyes widend in confusion. He honestly couldn't understand a word that came out of the brute's mouth. He tilted his head, mockingly. Then he shook out his pelt and dropped down into a pouncing position, he did this lazily. Still pretty much mocking the mouthy Corso. He shook his head and pulled his lips back into a snarl. He could only understand one thing through the speech. He was insulting Rei's loyalty and his Queen. A low growl reverberated from his deep chest.

His bronze legs stood planted on the ground, muscles tensed and ready to pounce and tear the offender's throat out. He pinned his ears back, the snarl widening. He didn't care how big the brute was, Rei was determined to put him in his place. Before he could even think to make a comeback or even move, a new scent blew through the air. His gaze was locked on the mastiff, but the scent was all too familiar. His muscles didn't relax, he stayed planted, ready for battle. Then the owner of the scent emerged. It was his Queen, Erida. He watched her, not wanting her to get involved, but he backed off when she nudged him. Though he kept in the same position, ready to jump in should something go wrong.

He was irritated and wanted to take the brute down himself. He wanted it to be his fight, though it wasn't his to begin with. His gaze turned to the female collie that had arrived shortly after the mastiff. He tilted his head, lazily. Why was she just sitting there. then his fur pricked in annoyance. She was waiting for a bloodbath, just so she could watch for her own amusement. He shook his head, putting his attention on the task at hand. He kept his muscles tensed and stepped forward. He wasn't going to bow down to his Queen just yet, not until she moved so he can handle the outsider. He kept his head low, but the snarl remained on his maw. He was ready to kill and no one was going to hold him back. Sure he was overreacting, but the mastiff was wearing heavily on his nerves. If he spoke one more word, he would that privilage for life.

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[◄Eugene►]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Eugene/Untitled-4.jpg] The Corsos gaze held steady with the Belgian mutt, not a flicker of aggression or anticipation crossed any of his features, no matter how aggressive the words that were flowing from his maw were. Eugene spoke aggressively, no matter the situation. In his mind, this was fun. Getting other dogs to drop their inhibitions and react as was expected in his presence was a thrill unlike any other. It meant control. He had control of the Metnal Guard, no matter what he thought himself. Not to mention that he was bound to leave an impression on the Belgian, and that could only mean good things to this dog who was seemingly all about reputation. Qanniks appearance did not go unnoticed to the brute. To anyone watching him closely, a softness surely fogged his blank stare for a moment. As much as he wanted to greet her, this was not the time. How silly would he look coming here acting like this only to revert back to the goof he always thought he acted like around her? The Tervurens antics were almost laughable to the large black Mastiff. Although it would surely be a threatening display to most, the Tervuren had no idea what threatening was in Eugenes world. The thought of a small puppy he had once known crossed his mind. The pup was training just as Eugene was, but his 'terrifying' display came off more cute than anything. The Tervuren was cute. Before Eugene had a chance to allow the laughter to escape his throat, something else caught his attention, drawing it away from the Metnal guard. His eyes merely shifted in the Queens direction as she approached, his eyes never leaving hers as she wedged herself between the pair of brutes. He was far more interested in her eyes than anything that would come out of her mouth. Her gaze studied his frame and, for the first time, he flexed his muscles as a almost creepy smirk formed on his pitch black lips and a seductive look overtaking his eyes. "Mmm... baby, I can think of a shit load of ways you could be of assistance.", Eugene said, his voice lowering and eyes scanning Eridas body briefly before he stepped closer to her, touching her slightly with his shoulder. He moved his head towards her ear in a whispering fashion, but made sure he would be loud enough for the rest of the party to hear. "Mami has somethin' somethin' goin' on. Fuckin' tight. But I think yous a little confused, Shorty..." As he finished, he backed up from the Dobermans frame, the seductive look he had originally given was gone as he raised his voice at the fae. "... I ain't fuckin' stupid. You really think I'd come all this way without knowin' my shit? Fuck you." Unfortunately, female persuasion didn't work on this large black brute. He wasn't starved for female attention by any means and Eugene knew exactly how this bitch worked. "I shouldn't even mention how Shawty over there is ten times the female you are. Even if she had that nasty ass scar on her face.", Eugene nodded in the direction of the scar still left of the faes face from her confrontation with the Elysains. Even though it seemed hardly noticeable to the brute, he hoped it would strike a cord in her. "At least someone tried to put you in your fuckin' place." Deep down, Eugene knew this all could get nasty fast, he didn't back down. Taking two dogs on would be a piece of cake since he imagined the Beauceron would not fight hard, if at all for his queen. "Tell your fuckin' goon to back up before he regrets it. We might have some schoolin' to do, you n' me." The Corso was always looking for a way to enhance his reputation on the island as a form of Mafia. Although things have been small thus far, and fairly peaceful, Eugene could only imagine the changes to come. And exactly how he would reap his rewards from the opposing packs on Diripio. Finally turning his back on the trio, he focused on Qannik and smile at her as he moved in her direction, nodding at the Beauceron on the way. When he reached her, he leaned into her ear in the same fashion he had with Erida, more meaningful this time. "How it do?", he asked. Mainly to make sure she was alright with all this fuss going on more than anything. Not waiting for a reply, he moved his frame so he was sitting directly beside Qannik, now facing the Metnal trio.