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Disgusting. That’s all he can say. Disgusting. Who would make a pack so interesting, and so violent! It disgusted him. He wanted in. Reason for being here. He wanted into this pack, and along with him was his sister Isabella Josie. He happened to talk her into this pack. Knowing what could happen to her, and leaving it out so she had no idea. But he would protect her with his life, as she would him. But he was more worried about her, than him. He loved her, and Love Finoola. But there were times when you had to sacrifice things you loved most, to keep them alive.

If she asked, he would tell her he had to join to keep her safe. Which in the long run, it may very well be true. Right? Ivory shadows lurked through the shadow’s. Head level with his chest, ears back against his skull. He lifted his paws off the ground slowly, and set the down gentle. Making the only sound of his breathing, and every once in a while, nails clacking on the ground. He had no idea what to expect, nor were to go to join. All he knew was what this pack was about. From a drop dead gorgeous fae named Ceramic. She was as ceramic as a beautiful glass doll.

He would look her up after he joined. With his sister, he wouldn’t leave her behind. His loyalty was to strong. And if the leader and pack dogs didn’t like it, so be it. They would have to cope with his loyalty with his sister, and mate. He had a little coming, if Finoola got pregnant. He hadn’t seen her in twelve hours, and he doubted she had grown that much within the hours. But he was anxious to find her after this. His mind was filled with questions and thoughts, and feelings. First thing was keeping his family safe. Second was joining this pack. Third, everything else.

His ivory pelt was clean with the grey look to it. All his wounds were healed from his last life taking fight, and he was no longer a maroon colored dog. He was his ivory self. Crystal blue optics would get covered every time he blinked, revealing his large scar that ran from his ‘eyebrows’ to whiskers on his maw. It was a creamy color, and it didn’t show any hair growing back. It was a deep, thick scar that made him have that bad boy look. Which was used to his benefit. But he didn’t care. He was a bad boy either way. Which he would be happy to prove. As long as it didn’t consist of fighting is sister.

He turned behind him to find his sister lurking slowly. She was taking in the scenery as well. He had no idea were he was, and had a feeling Isabella hadn’t been here before. Which worried him, but he was fearless, and didn’t care. He wanted in, and that’s what he planned on doing. Now. Looking around he saw nothing, so he let his nose drop. Flared nostrils inhaled many scents and a strong scent stood out of all. It was a brute, and he must have been the leader. Due to his strong scent. Ears perked forward, but quickly back against his skull. He hackles bristled slightly.

The tip of his tail flicked, as the rest of it was against his rump. His lip twitched, only to be ready to snarl and bare his fangs in aggression. He looked back to find his sister next to him now. She was ready, and he could tell. He shook his head, and then the both of them raised their maws to open them up a little. Letting a deep, strong bonding howl escape their lips, making a O shape. It continued for at least a minute in a half, before she stopped and he did after her. He waited a little before sitting on his haunches. Tail lying were it landed. Nothing special. His mind was racing, but he was ready, for anything.

Life was short, and her mind was raging with rude comments to spit at her brother. Why did she let him talk her into this! She knew what this pack was. And she didn’t belong. She was a strong fae, but she wouldn’t handle being a sex toy, or a chew toy well. She would fight back every time. And the consequences could be death. She could smell another fae on Rupture, and wondered who the hell she was. But kept quiet. Instead she followed, for once. Usually she wasn’t told what to do, but Rupture had today, and this was the only time he would be able to.

Her tail swayed side to side as her hips moved. Muscles flexing under her pelt. She was more tan and black than anything near ivory, yet they were kin. She didn’t understand it, but it was like that. She looked more like her mom, with he dads size. Rupture was his dad. Everything was like him. Just his father was more long haired, and Rupture wasn’t. She admired Rupture, and was jealous she had to be his kin, instead of his lover. Reason being she hated fae’s around him. Then again, that’s how he must feel with brutes around her. Just maybe not wishing he could be her mate. At least she knew how she felt.

As they neared the terra, the scent was stronger. She saw Rupture’s face and new he wanted to call, so she called. With him, their tones were matching, hers just more feminine. His was more masculine. But they were equally great at what they do. The truly sounded like a wolf. Which surprised her because she wasn’t the type to howl. So when she did, she felt more alive. She noted Rupture sat. But she stood. Her legs getting tired, she shifted. Finding a new comfortable stand, that showed strength and dignity, she waited. Not sure what for, but she did.

Her mind was racing. What happens if the leader was handsome, and romantic. She would love to be his sex toy. Who cares about Rupture’s feelings. She would be the leader’s mate, sex toy and anything else he could think of. She would do it in front of Rupture, but she didn’t know how to picture his response. Her tail flicked with satisfaction, only to dream of how he looked. Tall, dark, and handsome. No, To typical. What about. No, again to normal. She wanted one that was feisty. Handsome and feisty. Yes. That’s it. But more detailed…

Large body, strong build….Looks like a wolf, and German Shepherd. Just like her. Maybe black. So he could sneak up on her and scare her, hurt her….Mate with her. Everything. Insane, strong, protective of his trophy. Deep voice, rude remarks. Flirty comments. Drop dead gorgeous eyes. Yes. Brown? Crystal Blue? Deep Orange? She got lost in her dream mate, lead dog who was supposed to come. But she believed herself, and pictured him like this. Waiting to come and get her. Her ears perked forward, only to realize it was Rupture lying down. She snorted and snapped at him.

”Dumb nut! You are just waiting to get killed aren’t you? Stand up, stand tall. Geese Rupture, your really bad at this stuff, aren’t you?” She growled, snorting at the same time. She was debating whether to leave him over here, and move away, as if she didn’t know him. But she smelt of him badly, and with that thought, she shook her pelt vigorously, before standing strong again. Waiting for the leader to come and sweep her off her feet. Would he?

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You’re so stupid, Sin. Thinking you can replace me! Hah! I hate you Sin. You’re worthless. The cold words of his mate replayed over and over again in Sin’s mind. He had gone to sleep thinking of it, and woke up thinking of it. His dreams had been filled with the ghosts of his past. It seemed that all the dogs he’d ever killed were haunting him now. And dogs he might have well killed. They were there too... Ceramic, was there.

Alone, and angry. Letting out a low growl, Sin jumped off of the perch he had been napping on. Awoken by a loud houl, he padded angrily towards the entrance to the warehouse. Who the fxck thought they got away with waking him up? Even though his sleep was restless and hard, it was sleep, nonetheless. And he was getting less and less of it lately.

As he neared the source of the sound, he curled his lips slightly, catching beiw of two dogs. One a fea, and one a brute. Letting out a low growl, he came into view. He was just as big as the male, and wider. The male was tall; Sin was both tall and thick. He wasn’t fat, though. No, there was no calling him fat. He just simply wasn’t. It was all muscle, anyways.

The brute was white, with blue eyes. Very long legs. The fea was brown and black, with the typical brown optics. What do you two want? He let out in a soft grumble. He was too tired to want to deal with them, give them any sort of tour. They’d have to figure it out by themselves if they wanted anything.

He shifted his wait, tail raised slightly. He was the alpha, and if they wanted any good future here, they would respect him... Unlike the fem, Ceramic had. His expression flickered to something for a breif moment, but he regained himself and it returned to the stony glare.

[CERAMIC ::]

Talc-hued form lay alone under the shade of steps that led into the apartment. The air was slightly cold from the winter breezes, and even without the sun, the confinements of the stairs blocked out some of the cold. Her breed was not bred to withstand the cold to much, but she had grown hardy, and it barely fazed her. Her mind wandered aimlessly as she relaxed, moving surprisingly between two males. Yes, absurd as it was. Rupture and Sin. She was not entirely interested, not in the likes. Though she was in heat, and the hormones caused her to think a little out of the ordinary, and consider them differently. Only slightly differently though. It wasn't like she was going to run up to them, roll over, and beg them to mate with her. That was just disgusting. Plain right disgusting. Her form shivered at the thought. Yes, disgusting.

Sin, he could have killed her easily at the Junkyard. He had every right to. She had trespassed. Yet- for one reason or another, he didn't kill her. He gave her two options. She chose the second of the two. Join the City Pack, and as he had said it, live in hell. Surprisingly, so far, she had enjoyed her new life. One of her main activities was seeing how far she could push Sin, other times trying to talk seriously with him, without either of them bursting into an angry fit. It was difficult, with both of their already heated personalities. You could also say they started on the wrong foot. Or maybe the wrong place. She wondered what might of happened if she had come to the borders, instead of letting her envy consume her and steal from their food supply.

Now Rupture. The alabaster husky-mix with his exciting azul gaze. His way of life interested her and she hoped he would join. It would give her an unlikely ally and friend in this place. He was hard to read, and she could never determine his true demeanor. He seemed able to care for himself, and she had no doubt he would fit in with the City. Yet- he spoke of a family. Would they be able to handle the rough nature of the pack? She could not be sure, but nonetheless she hoped to be able to see Rupture within the ranks soon. Smirking, she shifted her weight, rolling over on her back. The cold air struck her belly harshly, sending a shiver down her warming spine. The scent of her heat was faint, but it spun around her. It annoyed her, and she tried desperate measure to hide the scent. Yet it never worked, and she simply lived with it, letting her personality toss away what her instincts demanded.

Ears twitched as a sudden noise hit them. A howl, a call? She flipped over, her face bright and alert. Who could it be? Head lifted, nose working as she tried to distinguish scents. She could recognize Sin's scent easily. Though the other two were mingled, and confused her. Sighing, she slowly stood, the air biting at her frame. Stretching, she sprung into a lope toward the call. Her lope was quick, and feminine despite her nature. Strides were long, her limbs extending her talc-hued form as muscles rippled beneath her tough skin. Her fur was ruffled, disheveled from when she had rolled. Her face was bright, lips parted as salmon tongue hung loosely from her mouth. Tail swung gently, giving an almost happy appearance to the female. It was very uncharacteristic, but would all change.

Three forms appeared within her gaze. One- she easily recognized as Sin. Naturally he would appear to a call. She resisted running up and annoying him- but decided against it. She was trying to find his best mood- and annoying him into a fit around newcomers would not get it. Smiling, she looked toward the newcomers. One other she recognized. Rupture. She stopped, unsure of how to react to his presence. The presence of both Rupture and Sin. The two she had just been thinking about. Ah, the world’s a small world. Sighing, she trotted forward, eyeing the female beside Rupture. Unsure of whom she was, she looked away toward Sin. Smirking, she gave a small bark toward him. She lowered her posture ever-so-slightly, just to get him in a better mood. She didn't like the idea of being submissive to him, but she had to show some at least. Smiling, she straightened up and halted a foot or so from Sin.

"Oi, Sin." She greeted calmly, giving a smile. It was an unnatural one, and finished greeting her alpha, she turned toward Rupture. "And, Rupture. It's nice to see you decided to come," She chucked gently, chocolate eyes glancing at the female before looking back toward Sin. He might end up being inquisitive, wandering how she knew Rupture. A simple talk at the station? Yes, a simple chat. Shifting her weight, her auburn gaze looked between the three canines. What might come down she had no clue, but if worst came to worst, she had no idea how they may react.

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Rupture’s ears perked at his sister’s remark. He only grunted and curled his paws as he rolled over. His dusty ivory back to her. So bossy. Just wait. I will be your boss soon. I’m your brother, and I can do what ever the hell I want. Was he thought, before he daydreamed about what would happen. His tail flicked a little as he did. Dreaming. Of anything. Ceramic came to his thoughts first. Why? Maybe because she was drop dead gorgeous and she was the reason he was joining. Sora didn’t tell him of this nor did Isabella. Which made him a bit irritated they would hide it from him.

He rolled to his under belly as he heard footsteps followed by words. His ears went back against his skull pointing towards the exit. While his lip slightly curled, revealing his great wolf canines. He instantly smelt the smell he loved so much. Aye, so he is part wolf as well. So I was made for this pack. he smiled slyly thinking about it. And remembered how he was when he was a pack leader. He stood up and let his head fall level with his blades. Making it so if you set glass on his back, it would balance from his head to his haunches. But his ears remained against his skull. Showing his aggression, and yet submissiveness.

He didn’t even look at his sister, but he could feel her looking at him, he snorted and ignored her with a flick of his tail. He talked, and his tone was educated, strong, and determined. Nothing of aggression of fear, or anything. Just a normal thing. But his mind was racing with many rude comments to say. Which was one thing he loved. He hide his emotions oh so well, and it made it hard for other’s to see the truth. ”To join the City Pack, and serve under you. Sir.” But inside his head he wanted to make a smart as.s rude comment to him. ”Well this is a pack, so we want to join. Duh Dumb ass.” as a starter. And later on get more and more co.cky and rude. But he didn’t.

Tail laying limp against his rump, his eyes moved over to another set of approaching paws. Ceramic, Darling. He wanted to run to her and great her. Remembering her from last night. Her voice, her envy little self, her way of flirting, her skills. Herself. He loved it. But he stayed put, only to return his gaze to the leader. He felt her look at him many times, but ignored it, quietly. With a nod of his head lowering and popping up to his blades again, he addressed her. That was all. He flicked his tail again, and remained still. Hoping his sister didn’t screw it up for himself, and possible her life.

As she looked down at her brother, she growled a hissing noise towards him as he ignored her and rolled over. Seeing no reason he would be able to join the pack with his lasy a.ss and remarks. But she let it go, and practiced herself. Not knowing a whole lot about this pack, and not seeing why he wanted to join so bad. Isabella didn’t know anything about Sora, she didn’t know Rupture had a mate. He never talked about it. So she had a feeling it was because a fae was in here and he liked her. But how awfully wrong she was.

Isabella started to grow tired, and soar. Her hips ached, and her head was dropping down gradually. But she would pop it up and then only to let it drop. She was on the verge of sitting down when she heard approaching footsteps, and a rude remark. She could quickly tell this was the lead dog, and was surprised. She had a picture already made, yet he was almost totally different. She flicked her tail and watched her brother. Not sure what to do. She never joined a pack before, and knew he ruled one before.

The lead dog had a familiar smell to him, and it made her pelt fluff. He was awfully handsome. She stood tall, showing off her long legs, and then lowered her head just a smidge. Her floppy ears strong and stiff as they perked forward like a shepherds did all the time. Her pelt shimmered a little as the sunlight broke down on her, but it wasn’t that bright. She nodded with her brother’s comment, and responded. Her tone girly, and yet it showed her strength and she wasn’t a sissy girl. ”Aye Sir. I have come to join your pack, with all my loyalty.”

After she spoke, she wanted to snort and growl at herself with her corny remark, but she didn’t. She held stiff, Not sure if he would come near her, or Attack Rupture, or anything. But her head turned and she regretted it so much, as she looked into the eyes of another dog. It was a fairly pretty dog. Isabella didn’t like her already and it slightly showed on her face. She didn’t know who the bitc.h was, nor cared. She was here to join, and support her brother, not make friends with other dogs. She had Rupture, and that’s all she needed. Beside’s the fae looked to….Bit.chy.

She quickly brought her head back as she looked at the leader’s chest. Instead of making eye contact and giving him the wrong message. But she was lustful over him, already. Which worried her, yet didn’t. Seeing this fae, she made her envious. That might be his mate. Which she grew a little irritated. She was to late, but that doesn’t mean she cant flirt. Now does it? Her tail flicked in a little smirk grew on her face. But she quickly dropped and stayed still. Wanting this to end, so she can lay down…Her legs hurt a lot. Which her fore leg slightly shook, as it was having a spasm.

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