:: To Whom It May Concern.//

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Warning: Handle With Care

She followed him simply, her loping strides keeping up with the alpha. The sudden change of heart he had shown at the Junkyard made her uneasy, and she keep a small distance between him. Simply, to avoid being raped stay near him. Simple enough, but why the small sense of caring. Thoughts diminished as he stopped, letting her go into the warehouse first. She hesitated, but soon slipped through the open door. Taking a few strides forward, she halted, auburn gaze looking back toward the door and the alpha. She had no knowledge of his name yet, and with the mood around them slightly more civil, she spoke. "I'm Ceramic. And you?" She questioned simply, already expecting him to snobbishly deny her the knowledge of his name. Sighing, she stepped forward more, halting in the large room. Boxes were stacked everywhere, and the scent of the alpha and his pack was strong. Soon she would smell of this scent. The thought was interesting, but she laid it away.

She remained wary, not wanting to be caught off guard by any of the males of the pack. They always only had one thing on their mind. Luckily she wasn't in heat, and two she was in no mood to deal with a testosterone filled dog. Sighing, she studied her new home, instantly the tension from the junkyard receeded. Her words were still sharp and defensive, and ready to snap a comment back at the alpha, but she would no longer snarl at him. She had no wish to demote in rank. There was no way she was going to be a toy only for reproductive purposes. She had never had a litter in her life, and planned to keep it that way.

Her rank was nothing to enjoy either, but it was better than being a slave. Sighing, she glanced behind her for the alpha, not wanting to wander to deeply without his guidance or permission. Auburn gaze shifted around, looking for any other pack members. But no forms appeared and she relaxed- waiting for the alpha to come beside her.

She took his words seriously, for she had no want to be raped. She would stay near him, even if that was a bad decision. Though she was not in heat so none of the males would take interest. Yet, anyways. Sighing, her talc-hued form shivered. The large warehouse made her uncomfortable, and she tensed slightly, ready to evade any danger that might appear. A new home and a new beginning what a day.

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Sin didn't notice as she stayed a good foot behind him. Well, he did, but the brute was used to it. As his black ears heard her speak, he shrugged. Sin. He replied, trotting forward. As she went in before him, he held the door open with his back leg, then released it when he walked in after her. He gazed around the empty room, glad that the other dogs were out. They go wherever they want during the day. He answered the question that was probabaly burning inside of her head.

Blinking softly, he sat on his haunches, taking a sniff of the air. He was looking for his mate, begging that he wouldn't find her. Every time he brought a fea, she got jealous and threatened. And she didn't want her to know that he brought Ceramic. Taking a few steps forward, he glanced at her, then motioned to the two stairs that were rusty and barely together. Up there are the storage rooms, where you'll sleep. I'd advise sleeping in a room with only feas, but it's up to you.

He said, shrugging one black shoulder easily. Sin noted that she looked tense and scared, so he only chuckled. You don't have to worry about that. All the brutes will do here is tease you, unless you wander around in the alleys. She had nothing to be afraid of unless she became a toy. Staring into her amber eyes, Sin looked away after a few seconds. His mind was already spinning with the thoughts of how he could use her to get rid of his mate...

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| She turned to look at him as he spoke. Sin, so that was his name. Well, she had to admit it fitted to him. Maybe a little to well. Nodding simply when he gave the answer to the scarcity of life, she watched him scent the air. What he was doing it for, she could find a million reasons, but decided not to pry. Following him forward, auburn eyes followed his motions, studying the age-worn stairs. Looking back at him, she nodded simply. She could handle herself easily. She decided deliberately that she would sleep where she wanted, and no one would change her mind. Not even a group of brutes. She was large, strong, and healthy and they would have little chance of catching her off guard or alone. Growing more confident in her new surroundings, she turned to look at Sin as he chuckled. A annoyed expression crossed her face, but soon eased into a smirk as he spoke.

| Chuckling, her smirk grew. "Aye, and I'll tease them right back. The Alleys? Eh, to wet for my 'iking anyway." She spoke in surprisingly playful tones. Looking up, she paused as their eyes met, a quizzical expression crossing her face as he looked away. Obsidian legs took her forward a few feet as she studied the Warehouse more observantly, less afraid of what could hide in the shadows. It was old, rusted, and yeah, pretty much abandoned. Aubrun eyes were bright, fascinated in this new home. To her it seemed an amusement park, but for others who weren't as lucky as she...she could only imagine the torture. Brows furrowing, she looked back toward Sin. "I heard you and your pack takes in slaves; toys," She paused, auburn eyes studying the shepherd mix for a reaction, "It seems almost wrong. But I 'pose they opened themselves up to that possibility," She chuckled softly, shaking her head at their naivety. She would never get herself into that kind of position. Never.

| Now that she was here, in a pack, she considered what the future could bring. Happiness or sadness. Well, any happiness won in this place would be a hard victory, she could be assured. Love always eluded her, or...she always avoided it. Love seemed a fairy-tale, a lie. With this life she had lived, it seemed the truth. Envy- it started a long time ago. When she was a house pet. She envied the street dogs. Their ways, life, the excitement that they obviously lived. She envied even the hardships they fount against. Once day, she savored this. It was just as she dreamed. It was far better than that hell with humans. The truth was, now, being a stray was only a small level above that. Of course, the time would come when she would envy someone else. Once again she would desire it, and would not stop until she had succeeded. Envy- a sin. Just like all the others she too would burn in hell.

| Auburn eyes looked back toward Sin. The look of fear from before had eluded them and now only confidence gleamed. Now this place was her home. Smirking, she looked toward the ceiling. Only time would tell if she would survive it. Though, she knew she was going to survive this new life- easily. Looking down toward Sin, she smirked. "Eh, where's your b*tch? I'd sure like to see if she's as arrogant as you are," She chuckled, pushing it on as a joke more than an insult to his authority. Just because she was now in his pack, did not mean she would respect him entirely. Respect came with trust, and obviously...trust was hard to gain in this atmosphere.

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Layla's amber eyes scanned the old building area. She had been searching for Sin the whole day, as he seemed to be avoiding her and she wanted to make things clear. She couldn't understand him, what his problem was. Sure he was strong, he was the alpha, but what did he have against her? Was she being too naggy, was she suffocating him? She didn't understand and she wouldn't be able to if he continued to hide away from her.

Her large black body slinked through the old, steel walls of the warehouse, not making a sound as she neared the entrance. She paused suddenly taking in the scent of a male and a female. She beamed straight away as the scent of the male was that of Sins, but her smile faltered when she saw the female with him.

She hated it when Sin brought back other females, and especially without telling her. She needed to be his female, and he was only hers. Who was this little bitch to be talking to, and walking so closely to her Sin.

Whoever she was, she would have to take it through with her now, and she wasn't going to take it lightly, especially since she was pretty. Layla's large musclous body turned the corner where she had stopped and stepped down the small rusty and broken stairs, jumping down the last steps and landing not too far away from the two of them. Her beautiful large amber eyes darkened and you could tell that she was not at all happy.

Her large paws pounded on the floor as she stepped sending dust flying everywhere, and she payed no attention to anything else. Her eyes were fixed on the other female, the other bitch which so dared to come near to her Sin. She knew that this would probably piss sin off, but hey it was in her character to be jealous and Sin should have known better. Her mind was fixed on ripping the females neck apart, then she would get back to fixing things with Sin.

Though as her burning rage, and her smiling killer face locked onto her target a small thought hit her. Why hadn't Sin searched for her when he had gotten back? could this be her replacement? was he getting fed up of her? All these thoughts mixed in with her jealous rage just made her get even more pissed off, and she didn't think she would be able to calm down even to talk to Sin.

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As Sin opened his mouth to speak, he heard the ticking of claws coming down the iron stairs. His lip curled ever so slightly as Layla came into veiw. He narrowed his eyes at her as she stopped in front of them. This would be fun, he thought sarcastically. Forcing his lip to uncurl, hiding his ivories, he looked at his mate.

Layla, Ceramic. Ceramic, Layla. He said smoothly. He looked Layla directly in the eyes. He wasn't afraid of her. Not at all. He just didn't want her to go bezerk. Gaze flickering from his mate to Ceramic, he hesitated. Ceramic... Layla is the alpha fea. For now. He silently added, remorse glittering in his auburn eyes. Layla was the one whom didn't understand him. He needed to be let loose every now ant then. Needed to be able to bring feas without her petty consent. She felt threatened by them all.

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A smirk rose on her obsidian lips, almost taunting, daring. She had heard and seen the malicious obsidian bitch approaching before Sin had. She didn't wait to see if he continued and answered her words. Though he didn't, and her hackles rose as the tension in the room sky-rocketed. She didn't even need to ask Sin anymore. She knew this was the alpha female. For some reason, she didn't like that thought at all. Smirk rose, curling with almost a taunt along her lips as the female stared her down. No, this would not do. She couldn't stand the way this female was looking at her. Lips twitched, considering whether to reveal fangs and give a full-fledge challenge or take her time and wait. She had no growing want to be the alpha, but seeing the power radiating from this obsidian bitch caused envy to ooze out of every possible spore. Eyes twitched from the gaze as Sin spoke. A chuckle escaped her obsidian lips, giving way to a deep smirk. "I figured so. I wouldn't 'pect one of your little sex toys to look at me like that," She spoke coolly, an amused smirk flashing across her obsidian lips. She was no sex toy, and obviously this female wasn't either.

She could tell why this female was alpha. She was large; muscles pitched almost grotesquely along her body. The look in her eyes, she had killed before and wouldn’t be hesitant to add the name 'Ceramic' to that rashly scribbled list. Shifting her weight, she lowered, limbs extended in an almost aggressive posture. Hackles were raised, thick, and running all the way down her pack. Ears were pinned against her skull, yet she refused to show her fangs. Smirk ran like a razor-cut along her lips, and she gave a breathy chuckle, stepping toward Sin. What angered this alpha female so much? Was she just putting her in her place, or was jealously amiss. This black monster was no idol for beauty, and her own scarred body was not on that list either. Perhaps being so close to Sin. That would explain Sin's obvious dislike for this...Layla. She was obsessed to him. Like a sweet candy; she couldn’t get enough of him.

Sin; that was the reason this Layla was ready to rip out her throat. Unfortunately for Layla, Sin had caught her own auburn eyes. Interest had started quickly, falling dangerously fast into lust. No, she could never love. Only lust. She wiped her jaws quickly with her tongue, almost anticipating the taste of blood if this Layla decided to attack. From the way things were turning out, Layla always seemed threatened by females Sin brought home. Heh, this time...she should be seriously worried. For there was fight left in this one. Shifting her weight, her coat brushed Sin's. She didn’t notice, her eyes watching the agitated bitch, ready to spring in defensive if needed. She would never start a fight, but hell would she finish one. Smirking, she glanced at Sin.

He seemed almost remorseful. She was confused. Did he regret bringing her here? Or did he regret the actions Layla and herself are implying. Anger and violence, maybe over him or just the whole brink of things. She could never be to low on the chain, and wouldn't accept it. She would fight for what was rightfully hers, and even what wasn't. Envy, she could feel it within her but what did she envy? Layla? The position or the affections of Sin? She shifted, confused at her own emotions. They were tightly knit, and she was unsure. Was it envy over Layla's power, and lust for Sin? She was unsure, but something had to be done. Eyeing Layla, she stepped stiffly forward. "Eh, I would suggest you stop looking at me that way, bitch. It's pissin' me off." She spoke coolly, her tones slowly growing into a blunt snarl. It was small, but there. A threat or warning. Even both. She stepped forward again, her body stiff, tail raised and hackles stiff. Lips slowly lifted, fangs portrayed in contrast against her black lips. She had just signed her own death contract. Yet, envy and lust struck deeply, blinding any sense of mind.