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CERAMIC ;;
Warning: Handle With Care

Fluid steps carried the talc-colored femme quickly across the littered ground. An air of carelessness about her or either...she didn't care. Cerebellum was lifted high, proud, and dominant even with her loner rank. So, she was a loner? So- what? She could do what she pleased, without having to do what any alpha ordered her to do. Smirk was peeled deeply along obsidian lips, adding to the confident nature she was feeling. Usually shy and timid, today was an odd day for the female Anatolian. Tail was wagging with her movement, behind her as she made the decision to raid the City Pack's greatest food mart. Yes, she was confident today. More or less- she envied the amount of food that was here, compared to the meager rations in the other areas. Envy- a sin. One she held greatly. Everyone was better than her, and she was always determined to beat them. The truth, she always did. She wanted their mate, she got him. Easy as that. Though today love was no where on her mind. Only the well-being of her grumbling stomach mattered.

She found herself in the middle of the junkyard. Expecting to see City dogs everywhere, she chuckle as the scarcity of any life. Her's for the taking- for the moment. Lowering her cerebellum, nacres worked to find the best morsels around the piled junk. Jaws clasped around a morsel here and there, and she paused for a moment and continued on. Ears remained alert for any life, limbs ready to jolt off if a angry stray decided for a tumble. She could handle herself easily, but the thought of flies swarming any wound sickened her. She was almost as large as any male, slender and quick, yet muscular. Her jaws could be unforgiving, yet...plainly she was too lazy to get into any argument.

Halting, cerebellum rose stiffly, gentle sigh emitting the Anatolian as the tranquility of a full belly overcame her. Still, she had seen no sight or smell of city dogs. She questioned their existence, the role they seemed to play. She had heard of this ferocious mob that raped and murdered, but she had seen nothing but fleeing rats. Actually, she had been considering this pack. Seeing as one sin fell heavily on her shoulders. Yet- they made no appearance - and she resisted laughing in their invisible faces. Strong- they called themselves. She had seen nothing. No one had come, challenged her- confronted her. She had trespassed on their terrain- yet no one appeared. Snorting, she chuckled lightly at the disappointment.

Deep auburn gaze studied the area around her now, intent on finding any cowering cowards. Trash littered the ground. Tires, cloth, food, everything imaginable lied right before her. Sighing, she trotted forward; nails clicking as she steeped upon sheet metal. Still nothing. Turning around, she went back toward the center. She was curious now, wandering if this 'City Pack' existed. If so, was it as ruthless as she had heard? So far….She had seen nothing beyond pathetic.

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SIN.
And I should said,
What I wanna say
Tell me I'm an angel,
Take this to my grave.
Tell me I'm a bad man,
Kick me like a stray.
Tell me I'm an angel,
Take this to my grave.

Sin was sleeping in an old, distorted car, that rested atop a heap of junk in the yard. He was stretched out on the ripped front seat. He had come here after yet another fight with his alphess. He always left the Warehouse after one of their arguements. He spent days there, normally, sometimes weeks, at this place. As long as it took to find him a desperate fea to take back to the place, in hopes of replacing his alphess. So far, no luck. No one made the cut. They would never be anything more than his play-things.

Sin was a very light sleeper, so when he heard the sharp, clicking of claws against metal, he opened an eye, one ear swiveling around to get a better sound into it. As he heard it again, his head rose, above the car ledge so he could see out it's cracked windows. There was a fea standing around, prancing around as if she had any right to be here. A low, vicious growl rumbled in his vocals, and he rose, crawling out of the car and standing besides it. She hadn't seen him or heard him or scented him yet, and he would use this to his advantage.

He was easily twice most fea's size, but he was only slightly larger than she. Quietly and stealthily, the black brute slunk down the slope towards her, until he was at the right angle. He crouched down, and his legs reacted like springs. He leapt forward, crashing into her side, sending them both tumbling to the ground. He easily flipped her onto her back and pinned her down, paws pressing into her shoulders to keep her in place.

What the fxck do you think you're doing here, btch? He demanded, pushing his weight harder onto her chest as he said this, for emphasis.

Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man.
Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man.
Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man.
Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man.
So get up!
So get out!
S-I-N, I S-I-N!

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[CERAMIC ::]

CERAMIC ;;
Warning: Handle With Care

Just enough. She had just enough time to brace herself for the impact as she saw the form from the corner of Auburn pools. Instantly, lips flared portraying glistening fangs. Form tumbled, flinging over herself and the unknown dog. Unlucky, she ended up beneath the dog. Large paws kept her down, and she looked up into the dangerous voice as lyrics spun. Smirking, it rose as she bared her fangs at the dog. Taking in his posture...she had just run into the alpha. As he pushed into her chest, she snarled deeply. So- this was the notorious City Alpha. Slightly larger than her, and by judging that her shoulders were numb- he was strong. Smirking, lips fell over her fangs. Yet her body was tensed, and not submissive. She gave one push, to judge his hold before laying still, looking into his eyes- unfaltering.

"Aye, simply gettin' something to eat I would say," Tones spun, a chuckle emitting the talc-hued female. Smirking, she continued, "I do swear though. I took you d*mn long enough to find out I was 'ere." Lips rose, a humorous smirk playing across her obsidian jaw. She was probably asking for it, and she took no heed that this dog could easily take her life. Pushing her weight up once more, she tried to get away from his grasp, but to no avail. Annoyed, her lips raised once more. A deep snarl arose, and she snapped at his lowered cerebellum.

"Eh, if you know what's good for you brute, you'd release me now. Who knows what you'd look 'ike with one eye," She snapped, lunging once more at his face. It was unsuccessful, and would be as long as his cerebellum was kept away from her jaws. Cursing herself, she snarled once more. Hackles rose, her whole body stiff and tensed. Deciding to atleast annoy the brute before he took a aim at her neck, she smirked, pushing against him as she spoke.

"I've heard things 'bout this pack. Yet I see nothing but a 'lone alpha. An alpha that cannot do more than pin and demand words from a trespasser. Heh- Y'know I think you're soft," She hissed, lifting her cerebellum as far as she could off the soil toward his face. She was in for one h*ll of a mess.

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He let out a low snarl as she started smirking. As she spoke for the first time, he narrowed her eyes. You know what I mean. You're right in the middle of the pack terra. He retorted, curling his lips to reveal massive, bloodstained ivories. Sin had killed before, killed dogs whom simply strayed onto his terra accidently. She came here on no accident. She had been envious of their food suply, and would regret sinning. Not that Sin, well, sinned, because he did. But he was already convinced he was going to burn in hell when he died. Damn, he already was in hell. He hated the pack. They were nothing more than a gang of murderers and homeless wxxres.

The second time, he dug his forepaw's claws into her shoulders. You better watch your mouth, fea. He hissed, pressing against her weight as she tried pushing him off for the second time, he noted. He only laughed as her jaws snapped an inch from his face. It was a cruel laugh, filled with arrogance and anger. This fea had no idea of respect, and he would be sure to teach her before and if he let her go.

The third time really pxssed him off. What makes you think I'm afraid of you? He responded, a smirk on his face, now. As she scrunched her neck up, he let out a low growl and lifted one paw off of her shoulder, and instead, pressed it down onto her neck. He couldn't bite her when she was like this, but he could sure cut off her air supply. Leaning his weight onto it for a good five seconds, he released some of the pressure and looked at her.

You going to shut up, or you want me to kill you right now? He growled, pressing down on her throat now. Either you come back with me to the warehouse, where your life will be living hell, trust me, or you leave. And if I ever catch you back here again, I'll kill you. He threatened.

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She snarled at his words. Disgusted, yet amused. She was not afraid of him, and he was not afraid of her. A real alpha would have already killed her. Yet he didn't. He waited, and only threatened her with words and with strength. She wouldn't respect anybody who did not punish, even if the punishment was upon her head. Punishment for her envy, her greed. Who cared, this alpha was too weak to even kill her. Giving a half-hearted snarl, heart filled with disgust as he laughed arrogance and malice. The combination sickened her. Arrogance, she simply hated it. Flinching as he dug claws into her shoulder, she sucked up the pain and managed a snarl, gazing up into his sickly eyes. His paw came suddenly down on her neck, and she braced for the weight. She held her breath, pain shooting though her neck. As he released some pressure, she snarled.

She listened to his words, ignoring the weight he put on her neck. B*stard. She snarled faintly, showing her fangs. What made him think she feared him? These warning would not cease her visitation here. What made him think she would join his pathetic pack? A pack of wh*ores and b*stards. Weaklings who considered themselves strong. Truly, Ceramic was having a bad day, and she was going to let this dog know. Pulling her neck from beneath his paw slightly, she spoke.

"B*stard. Your threats don't scare me. You don't scare me," She snarled, threatening his with exposed fangs. They were not stained, but were formidable nonetheless. She pulled her weight once more, only half-heartily trying to escape his grasp. What was he going to do if she joined? Rape her? Abuse her? That's what all his kind did. She did not envy any female his paws touched. They sickened her, he sickened her. "Sick B*stard. You don't give me much of a choice, eh?" She snarled, talking about his options. Either join his disgusting pack, or go back to the idle life of a loner. And once again starve. Looking away from him in the first sign of submission, she gave an annoyed snort.

"I'm curious about this h*ll-hole you speak of. It's probably far better than those lonely nights alone, eh?" She smirked, chuckling lightly. "Fine. I'll go back to the Warehouse. This 'etter be worthwhile, brute," She spoke simply, looking away from him. She pushed her weight, waiting for him to release her. Her form had softened, and was no longer tensed in defiance. Looking up at him, auburn gaze hardened, and then shifted to look at the hill of debris from which he came. What had she gotten herself into?

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He didn't respond to any of her words. He just listened. With a disgusted snort, he got off of her, and began walking towards the fence. Slipping easily under the hole he had come through, he began trotting along the edge of the gravel, deserted road. He glanced behind him, waiting to see if she was coming or not. Sin couldn't kill her. She wasn't like the pathetic feas taht whimpered and nagged and complained and begged for his mercy, like that fea, Mandy. She was different. Hell, she was the female version of him. Just not as fxcked up. She didn't carry all seven sins on her back.

Just stay near me, 'n' the brutes'll leave you alone for the most part. He mumbled to her, glancing back at her. The brutes would most likely take some jabs at her if she walked in alone. And he just knew, somehow that she wouldn't settle for being a toy. He prayed to God that his mate would be gone; she would most likely start shouting at him for disapeering again if she found him.

He was getting ready to chase her out of the pack. He already had a few feas pregnant; he could just pick his favorite pups to be his heirs. Mandy was pretty, the pups would be pretty. But they'd have border collie blood in them, which wasn't exactly the recipe for a killer. Too hyper and distracted...

As they neared the warehouse, he paused and nosed open the door. After you, He said.