It's okay, I hate you too.

[riot]

Sworn to the Metnal Pack
"Care to dance with the devil?"

Tail flicked side to side as ebony figure moved over the grassy terrain. Damp emerald blades were crushed below massive paws. The land was wet due to the rain fall from last night. A random and surprising act of nature that I had thoroughly enjoyed. Something about the harsh rumble of thunder that rattle's most to the bone, I find relaxing. Now, the following morning as the sun held itself high in the afternoon sky, the entire realm was covered in droplets of water and puddles. Mud soaked my paws but I paid no mind to it. Pelt was damp as well and clung to my thick flesh. Realizing this, body came to a halt and shook in a vicious manner. It did barely any good and if anything made the matter worse, for now my pelt was ruffled up and looking chaotic. I looked a mess but oh well, there was none to impress anyways was there? So on my way I went yet again. Where to though? No destination was in mind, not even the slightest idea. It was just a walk over the grounds in pure boredom and in hopes that I would amble along a fellow pack member or any type of inhabitant to this land. A rabbit would do at the moment. Although it wouldn't provide much company to me, only to my stomach.

Moving to the tip of the cliff I glanced out of the rushing water below. Waves crashed against the stone cliff and bounced off and back into the sea. It was a cruel cycle and I had come to learn from experience that water was not one of nature's pets to mess with. The ocean is a powerful thing and as easily as it can be enjoyed it can be feared as well. The strength of water had always amazed me and so I sat with tassel wrapped around my hocks and with dark mocha eyes watched. I watched and I waited but I had not even the slightest clue to what I was waiting for. Perhaps company, perhaps something more. Something interesting to occur for that hadn't happened since the attack of the humans. I needed entertainment or slowly my cruel and sick mind would eat me alive. I was crazy enough as it was, I didn't need my mind to take full control.

[Luciano]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2gvoj74.jpg] It had been much too quiet lately for the white mastiff dog. His ideas of fun and games were dwindling upon the pack lands. What the hell was going on around here anyway? No recent scuffles, no fresh bitches to toy with. Would he have to slink off of the lands to find something to amuse the aching desires coursing through his veins? He could easily find trouble simply by wandering off. A battle with another pack or a mangy loner, a female to manipulate, and if neither of those were found he'd surely have somebody to deal with when he returned over abandoning his post. For now the flood of ideas were enough to ease his temptations long limbs stretched over the dampened terra. Large paws flattened the sweet spring grasses, choosing the softest blades for the least amount of sound when pressure was applied. Though he was housed within a hulking, muscular frame the brute moved with a surprising grace. A phantom upon the ridge. A new scent rudely began to interrupt his thought process as he ascended the rocky landscape, dotted with fauna. This canine did smell of the pack, another must have welcomed him upon the lands. Perhaps this could be of some interest for the Latin dog. Black lined lips pulled back in a charming smile, chocolate optics bright yet calculating. Cropped radars sat forward upon his massive skull locking onto the dark figure on the edge of the cliff, a long, whip like tail rising slowly. Without introduction a crisp, rolling sound slipped from between enamels covering any sound of the pawfalls approaching, "Well, well, yet another to join our ranks, aye?" Motion ceased several feet from the stranger, gravity pushing the Argentinian mastiff upon his haunches with a light thud. One brow elevated as his gaze streamed along the other canine's frame quickly returning to his features, "Hopefully the queen has made a wise decision this time around. Her judgment has been rather off lately I do say."

[riot]

Sworn to the Metnal Pack
"Care to dance with the devil?"

The aroma of another was carried in the winds that moved over the landscape and yet I did not move, did not budge even in the slightest. I sat and patiently waited to see if the stranger would be foolish enough to approach or wise enough to continue on their journey across the dark stanched land. The voice of a brute only showed signs that he was near, very near. A sneer crawled over my ebony features but light mocha pools continued to gaze out over the land before us. I felt no need to see the one behind me, felt no desire to either. At least not at that very moment. For now my eyes were fine searching the massive pool of water at the bottom of the cliff. The waves continued to throw all their might inside the side and I watched, feeling the cool air rush upward towards my lithe as I sat there perfectly calm for the moment. Who knew when that calmness would disappear.

The conversation that was about to occur could easily bring how the demon inside of me. The wrong word or wrong movement could have me face to face with another with my jowls parted and prepared to make the brute a little bitch before my eyes. For now, I found it polite to respond. You shouldn't doubt someone before you know them. My lyrics slid forth in a masculine yet eerie tone. Ears flicked ever so slightly as another gust of wind rolled over the area, brushing black hued fur into a frenzy upon my build. It settled back into place and I continued to speak, It can easily cost you your life you know. Doubt is a very bad thing to have. A chuckle came forth, ever so light that it was almost inaudible even to myself. Whether or not the other lad heard it did not matter. My chuckles were not rare, another would spring up soon enough. The chuckling was only one of many traits that made me appear rather crazy at times.

Chassis rose tall between long and strong pillars before dropping back down in a sigh. I said nothing more for the moment. I watched the sea, so powerful and so mysterious to us. For the time being it calmed my uneasy mind a little bit and even the tiniest comfort was enough for me. Going insane was a very tiring thing. Pools shifted back to a dark mocha color. The tint in my eyes changed constantly. Perhaps it was the demon coming and going.

[Luciano]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2gvoj74.jpg] A crooked smile captured the attention of his square maw as the white beast patiently looked over the silent stranger. Cropped soldiers pushed forward upon his crown as the fellow male began to respond to his own words. Chocolate pools narrowed ever so slightly in thought as the notes rolled in one ear and swiftly out the other. He could honestly say he did not care what the dark hued shepherd had to say. His mind rolled over the fact of how rude this brute was not even offering the decency of eye contact upon speaking to him. It may have been a surprise to many that a dog that called the Metnal lands home was typically quite polite and often expected the same from others. Though, there were many things roaming this territory that outsiders would never expect to see. Silence was held for a long moment, only the sounds of the devastating ocean crashing it's angered hands against the rocky shore filling the atmosphere. Luciano's gaze never fell from this stranger turned ally though the chances of a new storm rolling in was noted. A dark digit quivered as the oceanic aroma filled black pits, his jaws parting ever so slightly to allow a taste of the havoc boiling in the distant skies threatening to release it's harsh ways upon the lands in the near future. His mind was traveling else where attempting to control those deep desires to maul everything and anything that neared him or his space. He often gave himself a time out as regardless of his past tendencies he was completely loyal to his pack now, and would force himself to abide by the rules until the hell within him scorched too much to bare. Finally a delayed chuckle rumbled within his chest, echoing across the nearly treeless land. That broad skull fell off balance in a disturbing tilt with a full grin decorating his features. "My, my...I was not doubting you by any stretch of the imagination. It's simply the last couple to join are fairly worthless." His smile softened slightly as he considered the rottweiler female that has joined the ranks. A dark red muscle slipped from it's cavern cleaning ebony lips at the vulgar thoughts passing his mind. A half smirk took over the mastiff's face, brows rising suggestively mostly to himself, "Ok, well, maybe not all have been a complete waste. But a waste to the queen no doubt." A smooth latin accent rolled his admittance as his rear rose to it's full height taking a single step toward the quiet fellow. "The name is Luciano," he offered coolly. When the inner blood lust was controlled he tended to be a rather friendly dog to those accepted upon these lands.

[riot]

Sworn to the Metnal Pack
"Care to dance with the devil?"

Eyes continued to stare out so blankly that it was if no thoughts were swarming inside my skull in the depths of my brain. That would be so pleasant. Just for once, just one day or even just a few hours, have all the thoughts cease and have a moment of relaxation. The constant thoughts, ideas, memories and voices that played over and over had become nothing more than an irritation to me. They had all caused me insanity. I was so weak minded in some ways, like the fact that I could not control my own mind, but so incredibly strong in others. The words of others did no damage to me. They could say all they wanted and not poke a single button. Now where is all of this mumbo jumbo going? No where. These were just random thoughts. Random things I thought about, about myself. I was always interested in who I had become. I wondered why I had become this unsteady brute and if it was all my fault. If it was treatable as well. The thoughts just went on and on until at last the strange spoke once more. I didn't say a thing, not a single word. I listened and I thought about what he was saying. How the queen had chosen members that were not suit for what they should be doing. The Metnal Pack should be full of killers and strong devoted canines. Was the queen really bringing forth those not worthy?

A growl escaped me. Ah, finally some sort of noise had come forth. Ears twitched for a moment before stilling and just as I became silent and stiff once more he spoke his name. Now he was no longer registered as the stranger in my mind. Instead, he was Luciano. Now who Luciano really was I did not know and at the moment I wasn't entirely sure I was interested in finding out. Mug tipped up ever so slightly towards the graying sky and inhaled his scent once more. I barely picked up on anything other than what I already knew. Perhaps turning and facing the lad would be a smart idea. Yes, perhaps. Ligaments stretched my physique upright and ebony build turned to face him. Eyes traced up and down the alabaster hued pelt, if what was upon his flesh could be considered a pelt. It was nothing compared to my long black fur. Light hued eyes traced him up and down as if sizing him up. I wasn't trying to challenge him though, simply take in what was before me. I stood there and stared.

I finally decided that speaking would be much more amusing than standing and staring like a complete maniac. If he stuck around for long he would easily discover that I wasn't all there in the head, but for now I could put on a mask and pretend that I was okay. Make it last as long as I could at least, right? I don't ever recall asking what your name was. Another thing that would quickly be noticed was that I wasn't the nicest canine around. I was tough to get along with unless you knew how to put up with sarcasm and random silence. But perhaps I wanted some company. Instead of pushing it away as usual why not try and accept it? Try to enjoy it? It was much better than listening to the voices screaming in my head after all. Mittel. Lyrics were cold and blunt, but at least I gave him my name.

[Luciano]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2gvoj74.jpg] The grin upon his handsome features touched his eyes now that the shepherd turned to face him finally. His gaze met the burgundy of the other male for a moment before the ritual of investigating the physical of the other occurred. Just as the shepherd had done to him the dark brown hues travelled idly over the black frame noting he was most likely a capable in battle. Though a thick ebony pelt covered it, his frame seemed to be quite muscular under the coat. It must have been nice to be able to hide your strength and offer surprise to your victims. That was one think Luciano was lacking, the element of surprise. His muscular build was an obvious asset and he would be approached with this in mind by his enemy. Radars quivered as the words taunted them, "I don't ever recall asking what your name was." Many would be annoyed with such a remark, especially some of the hastier Metnal beasts. Yet Luciano offered a deep, rolling chuckle in response, lids closely tightly over his optics as his cranium swung side to side in sheer amusement. "No, I suppose you hadn't asked my name, Señor," he had managed to offer between a disturbingly joyful laughter. In all honesty it would be hard to imagine why he felt that the sarcastic comment was so funny. Lost in translation? The rumbling storm within him calmed and his large skull bobbed once in acknowledgement, "'Tis a pleasure, Mittel." Two more steps were taken pulling him nearer to the shepherd before slunching back upon his muscular haunches. A hint of the experience of humor that he had just felt moments ago left remnants on his features in a crisp smile. That unnaturally friendly gaze, for these lands anyhow, slipped from the brute and landed upon the raging ocean below. He held onto the silence for a long while before casually questioning as he often did with new comers, "So, what's is your historia, Señor Mittel?" The alabaster mascu often found it strange that those with such personalities hadn't found their little pack sooner.

[riot]

Sworn to the Metnal Pack
"Care to dance with the devil?"

Body remained where it was as I listened to the brute speak as yell as expel some laughter. Features did not once change nor did my motions as I sat and stared at the brute across from me. Once again eyes shifted over his physique, examining him and partially studying him as well. Mental notes were being made inside an already pounding cerebrum. I was a strange one, that was definitely a given and anyone would be able to discover it with spending only moments with me. I was waiting for this canine to take the hint that I wasn't entirely all there in the head. So far he didn't seem to notice or perhaps he simply didn't care. Then again, he had only been here for a few moments. I probably seemed sane so far, just quiet and rather rude. I couldn't help but to chuckle at myself. I had been sitting here like a dead log with no sounds coming forth of me really. Even my breaths were short and hardly noticeable. I hadn't been this quiet in some time so I was surprising myself. Had I slipped further down the rabbit hole and hadn't even realized it?

The one dubbed Luciano stepped closer a couple of inches. Hackles raised slightly along my ebony spine as I watched him close the distance between us more. Once he rested where he was my hackles were able to fold back down along with the rest of my dirt hinted pelt. Suddenly he asked something that had confused me greatly and taken me by surprise. Tell him about my history? My past? He couldn't actually care where I came from or what had brought me here, could he? I doubted it. Tassel tapped the ground at the very tip, but that motion ceased within seconds. I just had the urge to move, something, anything. Staying still was quite difficult for me. Sitting around alone was easy but with someone else around I had an anxious feeling deep inside and for some reason moving about helped. But I didn't want to get up and leave, not yet at least. Besides, I was here first and I had been enjoying my time watching the anger of the waves against the cliff. If anyone should leave it would be him, not me.

But truth was, I was enjoying the company. Slightly at least. My history is my own. I'm not here to compare scars with you. My vocals were cold as usual and a soft growl escaped from within my chassis when I was done speaking. If you're looking for a jolly good time or a delightful conversation you may want to head elsewhere. You aren't going to get any positiveness from the likes of me. I decided to give him a fair warning of what should be expected when around me. I wasn't very talkative, not about my past at least. I'd rather fight than sit around and talk about shit that didn't really matter. Besides, I hadn't talked about my past in so long I wasn't sure I would know where to begin. Besides, he didn't care. Why would he care?