Taste Of Medicine

[Scáth]

[bg=100000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,450,table] Scáth chuckled quietly at his leader's reaction to his words; as always, the Doberman did not disappoint. "Entertainment is such a seductive call... Besides, you're still breathing aren't ya sunshine? I still did my duty and put you out of danger from the scary pooches." The Dutch Shepherd sensed that, now more than ever, he was treading on extremely thin ice. Yet that was what was expected. Scath was the one who made the most outrageous and radical moves, who smiled at death and skipped free of its monstrous jaws time and time again. Scáth was Erida's equal in wit and in cunning, simply because of his biggest trump card; the black-brindle had no rules. There were no laws to bind his behaviour, no sense of restraint or self-righteousness. He was just a mad dog in a field of rabbits. Scáth cocked his head, his dark burgundy irises regarding Typhoon with sinister appraisal. He could see the Rottweiler thinking... Remembering. Slowly, putting the pieces of the puzzle together at last. Then, hey presto! The mutt got it. Typhoon looked over at Scáth, briefly meeting his gaze to state the obvious with impressive calm. "You've been following me." Scáth's crooked grin broadened, but he held his silence. Then, the brute looked to Erida, delivering the real kicker. "You've been lying to me. You're the conspirator. The one you tried to make these poor souls out to be. Why." Yes, Erida, why? Do tell, do Tell! The black-brindle looked at his leader also, his face morphing into a sickening parody of Typhoon's own expression. The climax was arriving. The entertainment was about to erupt; the Dutch Shepherd could feel it in the air. Like an out-of-control roller coaster, what would occur could not be stopped. Violence was virtually inevitable. Scáth was an experienced fighter, used to large and heavy opponants as well as small and light ones, but he had no intent to harm the Rottweiller standing a few metres from him unless said mutt went for Erida. Then... Then, his duty would call, and the unstoppable force would clash with the immovable object.

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[♦€rida♦]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/vskmdv.jpg] Twin auds fell backward slightly as the shepherd began to speak, the skin along her maw twitching slightly. She couldn't argue. She was alive. And it was the most excitement that had occurred in quite some time. It was a pity really that things were boring around here, eyes skipped toward the now thinking rottweiler. Even their rendezvous was nothing miraculous...hell she left the entanglement without a scratch let alone seeping blood. She supposed that this had made up for what the larger brute lacked. Triangular soldiers flickered to attention as the naive male began to speak to Scath. That twisted smirk pulling uncontrollably at the deep gray tiers of her mouth in immediate response to his realization. The annoyance was quickly snubbed to a nothingness amusement flowing freely now through her veins. Finally...the most fun part of the most recent act. A single brow rose as Typhoon's gaze shifted onto her that sinister smirk now taking a moment to dance upon light irises outwardly showing the beguilement somersaulting within her. Normally such a demanding tone wouldn't be taken so well with the doberman, yet this only added to the entertainment. Honey hues slowly slithered along the muscular brute's frame, taking there sweet time to investigate every inch of his physique before landing upon the pair of dark pools nestled within his visage. Her smirk softened slightly, lids dropping and rising several times as she sarcastically batted her lashes at the deceived mascu. "What's wrong, don't love me no more?" A giggle chimed, a sound that could lead almost any into believing she was an angelic being sent to earth to take watch. Without much pause after her contemptuous questioning she leaned slightly toward her latest victim of seduction, her voice now leaking into the atmosphere in a quiet, gentle whisper, "Well, you see, love, it's really quite simple. There are very few within my pack that would offer much to complement my own genes. I needed somebody that would have something that I lack to pass onto my offspring. Somebody that could help strengthen the Metnal Pack." Her crown pulled back over her shoulders optics taking a quick peek at Scath before swiftly returning to her sperm donor. "You see, thanks to you the next generation of Metnal will not only have me carved into them, but some will have your strength as well. And those that don't...." A dramatic pause was added the demoness shoulder blades rising and falling smoothly as a single side of her maw tightened in a casual, blase fashion before continuing, "They'll make good target practice for those worth my time."

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[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/Untitled-31.jpg] When most would be on the brink or in the middle of an angry fit, lashing out to those whom have scorned them, Typhoon was surprisingly calm. His docked tail still held an upright position, his body was solid and his auds were pushed forward, trying to get themselves as upright as Eridas. He didn't yell, didn't attack. Had no intention of attack wiped on his body or face. He just stood and listened. A few flutters of thought passed through his mind, thinking of how sad it all really was. It wasn't sad in his case. It was nothing he could have controlled in his case. His pure heart and ability to see past the bad in others is what did him in here. What was really sad, he thought, was the fact that these two Metnal members thrived on things such as this. That their whole definition of fun was teasing some poor soul who wanted to do nothing more than help them. All of this was what made Typhoon appear so calm. Because sadly, he knew he was better than them. Better than that. That their lives would never hold any real significance. Once their bodies were no longer useful, there would be stories of them, sure. But none that anyone would proudly tell. And none of them that anyone wouldn't have a hero to wash them away in. So Typhoon didn't give them what they wanted. He stood there, as calm as someone would that was in on the whole thing. Appearing to take in directions more than poison. A small smile appeared on his maw and his head ducked slightly, studying the ground at his feet when the Queen had finished speaking. Love? No. It had never been love. It had only been a lustful crush that he only hoped would turn into something like love with time. He would let her continue to think that he had loved her though, there was no point in an argument. His pups. The thought of her raising them to be anything like her tugged at his heartstrings. There should be no reason to raise your family like that, no matter how many mental problems you had. His eyes slowly raised back towards his previous Queen. He had nothing to say to her. Nothing that she deserved. "Well. That is quite a sad tale. I am leaving, but I will be back, I can assure you that much. For now, I bid thee farewell." He bowed deeply to Erida the same way he had when they had first met out on the canyon. Then rose, looked towards the Shepherd and gave a respectful nod to him, smile remaining. Then he simply turned on his heels and walked away from the pair, head still held high. Eyes focused on the horizon. Not one emotion spurting from his existence. He would wait. He would not give them the pleasure of knowing he held any emotion for them. He would be back to claim what was rightfully his. She could bet on it. A thought crossed his mind of his sister, a small tug in his heart. Was she in on it too? She would surely have known what this pack was all about. For now, he would leave her. If she felt the need to leave he would make sure she and anyone else would know where to find him. She was on her own for now while he disappeared into his own darkness to lick his wounds clean. They were mild now compared to what they would be in a days time, he could bet on that.

[♦€rida♦]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/vskmdv.jpg] A single brow kept an elevated position curiously watching the rottweiler as he took in her words. It was slightly surprising that he didn't have an outburst, yet not completely something she would not expect from the unusual beast. The look brought upon her features due to the unpleasant things that would be done to some of her own young was replaced by the usual smirk slithering along her maw. Indeed, it was a sad story. A sad story for Typhoon surely and for those whelps that would live such a short life here with Erida. For any outside of the Metnal pack it surely would be something upsetting. Yet the seemingly stone hearted bitch could care less about the situation, other then it was going to help secure her thrown upon these lands. Without a twitch of a muscle she watched the brute make his way to the borders only a single statement following, "Yes, I shall look forward to our next encounter, Love." With that she swiveled upon dainty paws, pressing them firmly into the ground with the turn. Auds folded back to listen closely to the departing paw falls, instinctively watching her back as she gave it to the old member. Several shortened strides brought her nearly nose to nose with the Dutch Shepherd, that smirk tightening gray lips. She held her silence just for a moment as honey irises searched his for any sign of true treason, or if he was simply playing his own little games. The demoness was unsure if she really believed that he was not a traitor, or if she simply hoped it not so. To lose Scath would surely be a negative occurrence within her ranks. Finally that deceivingly gentle voice sent lyrics toward his auds, "Do you suppose you could attempt to not assist the enemy next time around?" Her moist nose gently pushed into his, a single lid dropping and lifting into a wink. Before really waiting for an answer her lithe frame shifted once more, lightly rubbing along his scarred hide as she passed by him heading back toward the dens for that rest.

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