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Post by Aria ! on Mar 29, 2010 20:43:38 GMT -5
Kitten climbed upon the heaps of garbage, narrowly escaping the large guard dogs that chased her. She sat at the top of a pile in an old car, heaving a sigh of relief. Who's idea was it that she come to the Junkyard, anyway? Something grabbed her tail, and she wheeled around in furry and smacked it dead in the face, where it went rolling down the garbage heap.
Of course something had to go wrong though, and when the dog flew off, it knocked the car Kitten was in out of it's lodging, and sent the car she was in spiraling towards the bottom of the hill, as well. She leaped out just as it was smashed to pieces against a large, thick brick and concrete side of a building.
Then, she was surrounded again. A Rottweiler, two dobermans and some funky messed up breed of dog she didn't recognize.
"Fuck!" She roared angrily, backing up further against the wall at which she was pinned.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Mar 29, 2010 22:09:43 GMT -5
The junkyard was a dangerous, rank place, filled with disgusting things like scurrying rodents and rotting, stinking garbage. Broken glass, probably covered in all sorts of bacteria, littered the dirt patches around huge refuse heaps, practically mountains to the animals making their home there. Scruffy was not one of those animals, thankfully; he had his own home, a nice, cozy apartment. However, here he was, trotting around the garbage in coyote form. Why? He wasn't entirely sure - boredom, most likely. Matt was occupied with his own agenda, his shift for the day had ended, and absolutely nothing on television could hold his interest. So, instead, the coyote shifter had decided to take a stroll around the still relatively new town, and to check out some areas that were foreign to him.
As the coyote ducked and twisted around the dangerously tilted junk piles, several loud barks and snarls could be heard from the center of the yard. Fuzzy ears immediately flattened against Scruffy's skull, and he crouched low to the ground. There were more noises, like the random banging and clanging of things falling to the ground. Was there some sort of struggle going on? Quickly, the coffee-making coyote weighed his options. Stay here, miss out on an opportunity to find something interesting. Go check it out, and possibly end up with wounds and infections he didn't need. As he considered the decision, a particularly loud crash sounded. "Damn," he muttered, "gimme some time to think, will you?"
Unfortunately, ((un42n8ly,)) the situation didn't seem to want to go Scruffy's way. As soon as the word left his canine mouth, a loud and rather angry "FUCK!" could be heard throughout the junkyard. The coyote's ears snapped up, and with the speed of a bullet, he was off. A voice meant that someone was in trouble - a human, most likely, though he had found other peculiar wild animals that had been able to understand him - and his conscience would never let him rest if he just abandoned him or her.
In a few seconds, Scruffy was on the scene, just as a pack of guard dogs advanced on a lone animal, who was standing in a low, defensive position. Snarling curses that he wasn't sure they'd understand, he immediately leaped into the ring. Jaws met fur, and soon, the shifter had his mouth around the throat of one of the guard dogs. It tasted absolutely horrible - fur was bad by itself, but mixed with dirt and garbage-y stuff was worse - but he refused to let go, tightening his grip when the dog thrashed. The whines and snarls attracted some attention, and soon, the pack was broken up between the two.
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Post by Aria ! on Mar 30, 2010 17:24:21 GMT -5
Kitten wasn't sure where that other canine had come from, but she sure wasn't asking questions. She had a Rottweiler and a Doberman breathing down her neck. Kitten hissed fiercely, which only seemed to egg on the angered dogs more. Damn dogs. Er.. Most of them. She swiped her powerful paw at the Rottweiler, claws barely scratching his cheek as he pulled back.
The Doberman circled around behind her and leaped onto her back, biting down painfully onto the back of her neck. Furious, she spun around and grabbed the dog with her clawed paw, and it's scruff with her teeth and snatched it down, snarling in it's face when it landed with a 'thump' on the ground underneath her. It whimpered and whined, so she took pity on it, slapped it with her paw and sent it running; tail between it's legs.
She had a stare off with the Rott, then. He stared and circled, and she stared and circled. They went around for a few times before Kitten's attention was grabbed by an unexpected yelp she heard to her left. The dog took the chance, and attacked himself to her right shoulder. She roared in pain, and bit down on the dogs head in an instinctual motion.
The dog didn't loosen it's grip. Damn it all. She bit harder, feeling the disgusting blood run between her teeth. She didn't like dog blood. Not at all. She wasn't fond of killing, either. But things had to be done, or she'd loose her arm. With one more put on of the pressure her jaws gave, she felt a crack and released as did the, now passed, Rottweiler. Huffing, she turned to see the Canine that had come to her aid; tail lashing and breath heavy.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Mar 31, 2010 11:59:01 GMT -5
The dog in Scruffy's jaws, some mix of breeds he couldn't and didn't care to place, whined and snarled, thrashing about with its neck captured. The sharpened teeth of the coyote managed to puncture the mutt's grungy skin, and Scruffy immediately tossed the yelping animal to the side. Disgusting. There wasn't much blood, as he didn't bite down that hard, but it was still there and it tasted awful. "Christ, why did I jump into this situation?" he muttered, before turning his attention back to the lone animal.
First thing he noticed was that the animal was looking straight at him. Their eyes met, and Scruffy's golden canine ones opened wide. A tiger. The second thing he noticed was that he was starting down a tiger. A TIGER. His mind was racing - how the hell did a tiger get out into the city?! It didn't make any sense! - when he vaguely registered that the pack of guard dogs was retreating. The mutt that he had bit into had long since scrambled away, and the rest were turning tail. However, one dog lay still at the tiger's feet, neck bleeding profusely...oh dear god.
"You killed it," he said, sounded faintly disgusted. A part of him realized that, yes, animals died - but the tiger killed the dog! THE TIGER. "You're also a tiger. Jesus Christ." Backing away a little, Scruffy's fur began to stand on end. If the tiger's jaws were powerful enough to snap a Rottweiler's neck, it would have absolutely no problem taking him out. Though, again, his frantic thoughts returned to how there was a tiger in the middle of Shelpey Alley. Did it escape from the zoo? Did they even have a zoo for it to escape from?!
"Alright, since you really are a tiger, and you really did just kill the dog, I'm going to walk over here now, alright?" he said, walking slowly towards the junkyard's exit while still keeping his eyes on the tiger. He wasn't sure the tiger understood him, but it was worth a shot, right?
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Post by Aria ! on Mar 31, 2010 14:38:34 GMT -5
Kitten also stepped back slowly, just as the coyote did. Another dog. She really, really, really didn't like dogs. There were a few she could stand, like her sister, but others she just could not deal with.
"You killed it,"
"It wouldn't let go! I couldn't help it!" Kitten said defensively. Her hair was prickling, standing on end; even though the coyote was greatly smaller than her it was still a dog. And despite everything, Kitten did have a fear of dogs. A big one.
"You're also a tiger. Jesus Christ."
"And you're a coyote. Thanks for pointing out something obvious." Kitten growled, backing up to the wall and turning to the side then sitting down, but still watching him with intent eyes. She wouldn't take her eyes off him until he was at least a good ten feet away.
"Besides, it's not like I go around killing mutts for fun." Kitten mumbled to herself, licking her shoulder. The dog's teeth had puncture it, but not tore any flesh. There were a few small holes in her shoulder that were bleeding profusely, but that was it. Nothing a good ace bandage couldn't heal.
"Alright, since you really are a tiger, and you really did just kill the dog, I'm going to walk over here now, alright?"
"You act like it wasn't self defense. Jesus, I'm not a killer, Coyote!" She growled, angry and defensive; feeling she needed to justify herself.
Kitten licked her shoulder a few times, before she tried to get the blood off of her muzzle. She spit out what blood she could, but the rest she was forced to endure. Dog blood tasted way too salty for her tastes. She managed to get most of the blood off, though her tiger muzzle was tinted pink. She cursed profanities under her breath, vaguely aware that the Coyote was still there until she looked and saw him again.
"W-what're you still here for?" She stammered once in shock that she hadn't noticed, but her voice was normal in the aspect that she was good at not showing her fear. Ah, good job, Kitten! Stutter like an idiot. Smart. You'll give him a big head and he'll think you're a pushover now. Wonderful.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Mar 31, 2010 14:53:24 GMT -5
Scruffy suddenly blinked in surprise as the tiger, as big and fierce as it was, began talking back to him. "It wouldn't let go! I couldn't help it!" it - er, she - spat defensively, before busying herself with cleaning off her punctured skin. Scruffy stared in mild surprise that the tiger COULD understand him. Wasn't expecting that, though she did speak before...I think, he mused silently, watching the tiger for a few minutes more. It WAS her that cursed when the fight started, right?
As Scruffy watched her clean off her pinkish muzzle, he suddenly realized that she had addressed him as 'coyote.' "Hey, kid," said the ex-bartender in a slightly irritated voice, his golden canine eyes still on the larger animal. "My name's not 'coyote,' it's Scruffy." For some reason, being called by the name of his animal form kind of annoyed him, though part of him realized he shouldn't be talking back to a tiger. Though she claimed she only killed in self-defense, she could still do serious damage.
"W-what're you still here for?" the tiger growled angrily, suddenly reminding Scruffy of his escape plan. His head snapped in the direction of the junk yard's exit, which would easily take him far away from the crazy tiger...but she didn't seem to want to hurt him just yet. He didn't have to run right now. He inched a little closer to the exit, then spoke again. "What's your name, kid?" he asked calmly, trying to dispel the hostility between him and the feline. Why was he trying to chat up a jungle cat? He had no idea. Maybe he caught a case of Stupid and Reckless.
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Post by Aria ! on Apr 21, 2010 21:44:00 GMT -5
"Hey, kid," 'Kid? Puh. Who's a kid?'
"My name's not 'coyote,' it's Scruffy." 'Oh, issat so?'
"Really? You're a real 'Scruffy' alright. I'm Kitten." She said, a bit snarky and none too pleased to be conversing with a canine. None to pleased at all. Her ears were flung back; one of those obviously displeased feline looks about her face.
Kitten noticed that the canine, proclaimed 'Scruffy', was taking small steps back toward the exit of the junkyard. She didn't really care. She preferred to be alone. Well, not really. She just didn't like the company of canines. Stereotype? Hell yeah. But she sure didn't care about stereotypes towards dogs. Sure, the things with the pit bulls and rottweilers were sad stories, but a cat really didn't care so much, ya know?
"So, Scruffy, how old are you, exactly? I'm not exactly a kid, ya know." Kitten said distastefully, not really enjoying being called a kid or conversing with the canine. Maybe he'd be better to talk to if he wasn't so.... dog like.
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