::// Repeating Yesterday.

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Night had come slowly, the shadows growing ever more prominent as the sun lowered back to its celestial bed. Soft gray clouds hung depressingly in the sky, dulled after the disappearance of the sun. They shimmered in light grayscale hues, the occasional glimmer of silvery moonlight piercing them. It was the time of the street dogs. The humans were vacant from the station, the occasional homeless huddled for warmth. Ceramic herself was unfazed, and slowly walked past them with nothing more than a wary glance. Seeing they were much to busy in their own troubles, she sauntered by confidently. Nails clicked against the smooth pavement, as she meandered skillfully through the deserted station. She despised humans, as well as their over-weight mongrels. Ceramic kept her distance at most times, staying in the comfortable shadows in an abandoned basement. Padding her way around a corner, she pondered where she would go tonight. She decided readily on stripping the can within the station when her stomach gave a twisted grumble. The station was a nice place, dark and roomy. What she liked most that very few ventured there. Thankfully house scum never ventured there. If they set foot there, they would be killed.

Soft tawny body seemed to melt into the night air, as she slinked skillfully along the arches and corners of buildings. Tail was curled contently at her smooth pace, amber eyes glancing about once and again for danger. You could never be guaranteed full protection in these parts. There were murderers, rapists, and thugs. It was dangerous. Her pure-bred body deemed delicate and lithe, but her kind was bred to protect stock from danger. She was bred to fight and protect, and it was natural to her.

The station opened up before her, and she smirked placidly. Nails clicked as he meandered down the darkened alley. The sweet scent of human's leftovers entered her flared nose, and she smirked. They always threw so much out, but she wasn't one to complain. Though a far different scent swirled into the oxygen, a dog? She stopped, her body suddenly tensed. She knew that many dogs were possessive over their food, but she was starving, so she would fight for a meal. Hackles bristled menacingly, and she stepped forward, her steps tensed. Her tail was stiff, and curled into a wheel, and she approached the unknown dog and food.

Though the lone trashcan was undisturbed. The scent remained, and she calmed. The dog had probably only passed through earlier. Sighing, hackles fell back across her tawny back. Trotting placidly toward the can, she rose up, tilting it over slowly. It fell with a soft crash, and she meaner to the opened side. Pausing, she check the area, unsure and almost unwilling to eat after scenting the other dog. Sighing, she lowered her medium body into the garbage, though not eating yet, just waiting, listening. You could never be to careful.

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One thing was for sure. He hated it here. It was so different from his home. Lake of miniwahwah was better than this horrid place. He couldn’t believe he left his pack, and the large city of Hovac for this. But he did. And there was no turning back. He wasn’t sure how his sister lived here all her life. Yet it was so close to him. Hackles raised as chills sent through his spine and to his ears. Flopping his head side to side, his strong stiff ears moving a bit. Then as he continued to walk he let the bottom of his jaw fall, his large salmon tongue falling out, revealing black spots on it, and in his gums. His great canine’s showing. He was hungry, but didn’t have food on his mind. He had company. He was lonely, and was used to it. His sister was asleep were she bedded down. So he left, to find some friends.

His tail lay against his rump, and his ears forward. But the would move around and backwards at any sound. But his face showed boredom and he didn’t really care. CLANK. was a loud noise he heard. It was soft, but loud. Noticeable. Head lowering level with his chest, hackles flying up slowly, and easy. His eyes showed curiosity now, instead of a ‘yawn’ like expression. Tail still against his rump, he stalked forward, easy, and calm. His muscles flexing under his skin. Ears flowing forward, and then back against his skull, only to go back forward, he turned a few corners. It was dark, and many scents could be smelled, but he didn’t care. Nostrils flaring, he moved forward, to see a figure standing near a trash can. Dear god. was all he thought.

Walked cool and calmly to her, he sat back on his haunches, and let his left rear leg reach up to his ear, and itch for a few seconds that seemed to be for a minute. Pulling it back down to his other leg. His long fore paws stretching out as he pushed up with his hind legs. Arching his back, he let yet another yawn escape his maw. And then standing up he looked at her. ”Well hello gorgeous.” His tone flirty, but serious. He was the type to flirt, but he wasn’t a rapist. He has fell in love with two fae’s and both he almost killed himself after saving them from dangers. Only Finoola actually loved him. Okoe did later on. But neither of them really understood him. He sacrificed himself for them, and they still thought he was a rapist only wanting to rape them. That he lied. He never did. So he left.

But his flirty expressions always made him seem like a rapist. But his tone showed seriousness, like wise, he didn’t mean any harm to her whats so ever. He was just letting her know she was lightening the area up with her beauty, because she was. He wasn’t the type to lie. Never. As he stood there, he flicked his tail side to side, before resting it back against his rump. He noticed she was near food and became weary. He knew what dogs did when around food, and he wasn’t here to take it. Just talk. Get to know her, maybe becomes friends and allies. He wasn’t sure but had to find out. First, telling her his name. ”Names Rupture Micheal. You can call me anything you want.” He said, again flirty and serious. Ears forward in alert, his expression welcoming. He couldn’t take his crystal blue eyes off of her. But who would want to?

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At the clipping of nails against concrete, she pulled her head warily from the trashcan, the contents undisturbed. She had known someone would can to investigate the crash, and she had been right. Her form lowered, hackles lifting in warning to the brute. That was all the aggression she showed, for more wouldn’t be needed. Auburn eyes watched the approaching form closely. He was a husky, his coat a vibrant ivory, almost painful to the eyes. His own eyes were a shimmering pool, almost like ice. No, she was not interested. Just to paint a memory in her mind if it was later needed. He approached calmly, and she quickly became irritated of his sluggish nature. Talc form quivered, obsidian pointed head lowered in defense. She watched him idle, before speaking. His voice sickened her, and her muzzle lifted. Gorgeous. She hated that word. She was not, others were. Once again, envy struck her forsaken mind. She envied other beautiful, and was always to foolish to notice her own. Lifting her cerebellum, she smirked at his words. She could pick out the flirtatious nature in his words, and it amused her. His words were meant to entice, and she understood that. "Gah. Never say anything like that again. It was so sweet I think it gave me a cavity," She joked, the smirk returning. Ceramic could be a flirt to. It wasn't her strongest nature, but sometimes it helped break the ice.

She could tell by the way he carried himself he was not a rapist, just an average male. He did not reek of deceit, and she decided to give the alabaster husky a chance with her company. The Anatolian stood to her full height, her posture friendly and placid. Ears alerted forward as he spoke, and she chuckled. "I don't know if you'd agree with some of the names running in my mind," Se chuckled, looking at his reaction before continuing, "Name's Ceramic." She stated with a smirk. Auburn gaze studied him for a moment, and then looked back to the empty station. Their voices had traveled, and if anyone else appeared she wanted to be ready for their appearance. Yet no other forms came from the darkness, and she relaxed. Looking back to Rupture, she spoke. "So, Rupture Micheal, are you new around here? I haven't seen you 'round." She questioned lightly, auburn gaze alert with a quizzical expression. If he was, he had a lot of things to learn. He wouldn't fit in with the City Pack. He didn’t seem the like to kill- but you should never judge a book by its cover.

She shifted her weight, looking into the general direction of the Warehouse. Perhaps Sin was looking for her? Probably not- not that it matter anyway. She would keep him waiting as long as she wanted. Joining the City Pack had been a mixed decision, and either way she was happy with it. Even if she did wander off into the Loner lands often, she still had a definite home and family- no mater how ruthless or sex-driven they were. She was lucky not to have been killed by Sin- or made into a toy. Even if she insulted, nagged, and harassed him- she was still loyal and grateful to him. Now, he annoyed her- yes...greatly. She hated him. He was the most arrogant idiot she had met, but she was still grateful to him. Smirking, she looked back toward Rupture. "If you are, I'd suggest you and anyone who came with you not trespass on City terrain," She smirked, ears folding against her head. Of course, it was not like she cared.

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Rupture stood there and slid his head to the side. She was an interesting dog. He listened to her, and had a feeling she was different. ”Well, I don’t lie Darling. I will say what’s the truth. You are a stunningly beautiful dog.” He said, again. He wouldn’t lie. If he wasn’t Finoola’s mate…He would look the fae up. He would look her up anyways. She would and seems like a good ally. He turned in the direction she looked. Seeing nothing, he returned the gaze to her auburn eyes.

”Aye. My sister dragged me here. I hate it personally.” He growled, not caring if he offended her or not. He didn’t like it and that was his preferance. Nothing more nothing less. His tail lay still against his rump, but his ears were tightly knit to his skull. He felt like h hadn’t blinked in a while, sohe made him blink, and held it and then opened it. He shook his head once more. Ears flopping as he let them go for a bit.

City Terrain? What is that, or who is that? “Why?” He asked, he didn’t know anything about packs. He didn’t even know packs were alive here. He thought this town was bunk, but it turned around after all. ”What goes on in that pack?” He asked, completely hypnotized. ”This city may be fun after all?” His tail twitched at the tip for a bit. He sat down on his haunches, and curled his tail around his hind legs. He showed great interest in what she had to say.

He may join this pack if it was worth his time…But he didn’t know. What would happen with Isabella if he did. Or Finoola? Would he have to leave them behind? If so, he wouldn’t do it. Maybe talk them into joining with him. He looked around this area, and the smell of food hit his nostrils he looked. But it was her mentioning of the pack and her beauty that kept him from caring about food. Really.

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Chuckling, she shook her head playfully at his words. They never learned. Boys would be boys, she supposed. She was far from beautiful, in her eyes she was nothing. Everyone else in her eyes was god, and she was a peasant. She envied them. The truth? She even killed those she envied too greatly. Though, that was a tale for another time. Auburn eyes looked to him as he spoke, and she nodded. So he had a sister. Interesting, more or less. Then he questioned abut City Pack. She regretted even bringing it up. Sighing, she smirked, and sat down, leaning onto the fallen trash can. The City pack, where to start. The terms, conditions, life-style, and alpha. Ah, the list was endless. Though every story had a introduction. Sighing, she looked toward the alabaster husky and smirked. She had gained his attention quickly, simply by giving him a warning. Interesting one this Rupture was.

"Ah, where to start. The City Pack...the City Pack," She drowned on for a moment, joking with the suddenly interested Rupture. Smirking, she continued, "The City Pack is not for those of the faint of heart. It contains killers, murderers, rapists, and whatever else it could involve. The Pack is mostly a group of brutes, currently. Their greatest past time? Raping any females that are captured and taken to the pack as toys. The brutes are allowed to do whatever they please with them. It's almost sick to live there...but I do have to admit, it grows on you." She chuckled, a smile forming across her obsidian lips. Of course she was no slave, or toy. She was a regular female, who had stumbled upon the pack. You had to be able to handle yourself if you joined that pack.

Without tough bones you were nothing. You hade too handle yourself. Complain, and you'd be gone or turned into a plaything. A group of blood-thirsty, sex-addicted canines didn't seem much a family. But you learned their ways. She was growing into the pack, and who knows what could happen in time.Smirking, she focused back on the alabaster husky. "You interested?" She chuckled, wondering if he thought he could handle it. He could probably hold his own. Though, if he had a mate or children? Who knew what could happen to them. She knew nothing about Rupture, and couldn’t judge his worth to the pack. Tilting her head, her ears lifted forward, ready to catch his reply.

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He had to admit, This was a hard core fae, and he liked it. He was a weird brute himself, and he seemed like a fifteen month old puppy, but when angered or in the moment to protect ones that he loves. He will kill. That’s the meaning of his scars. He blinked a few times. Taking in her description. Hard core pack. Interesting and one that would lighten up life here in this dump town.

”Is there any other packs?” for he was one of variety. ”Well yea darling. I’m interested. But I have a family here. I have to think of them other than myself. Thought I most likely will join it. Feed my greed and vanity.” He smirked. Tail flicking at his paws. He was in the moment of asking who the lead dog was, and choked when he almost did. But he wanted to know of any other packs. Other ones, his family can join.

While he joined the big boys pack. He had a feeling Finoola would last there, and Isabella. Well, she would. She was a mirror image of himself but angered a bit more and a fae. Finoola was a strong dog, but she was weak with love… He knew it and she did. But he liked the sound of the pack. But he had to think widely of a decision that can effect his life…Forever.

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Other packs? Well, of course. There was the county pack, a group a weaklings. where everything was buttercups and butterflies. A group of whimpering sissies, if she had to describe them. Though, she did give the brute the benefit of the doubt, pleased that he would at least consider the well-being of his family. Few would do that around here. There were few families left together. Usually just females were bred and abandoned to raise pups by themselves. Once the pups were old enough, the mother abandoned then, disgusted because of where they came from. Ah greed and vanity? Sins- nonetheless. So he may fit in more than she had thought. Nodding her head in approval of his reply she started to describe the County Pack.

"There is one other pack; The County Pack. To put it bluntly...a group of sissies. They're timid and gentle, and believe in the old ways. They stay in the forests and wilderness, but never travel into the cities," She stated simply, her dislike for the Country Pack and her loyalty to the City shown. So- what would he choose? To join the City Pack or Country? Or he could stay a loner with his family, and have no ties. She had been brought into the City Pack by uncontrollable events, and her envy for their well life style. It also dwelled her lust for company, and more or less, gave her something to do. Shifting her weight, she looked toward the arches ceiling. "The alpha of the City pack is Sin with his mate. Hmm, I believe the Country pack's alphas are Sandee and Urchin, I really don't care tho." She mumbled simply, looking back toward Rupture with a smirk.

She shifted her weight, pulling herself off the fallen trashcan, giving him room if he wanted to look at its contents. Sighing, she looked down at her paws. "If you do join city, I suggest keeping a wary eye on your family. Plus, I don't know how Sin might react to it." Her tones were slightly concerned. She was not worried about Rupture himself, but his family. If he had a mate, it might cause her trouble. If he had puppies, Sin might not approve of them. Sin's temper was quick, and she was still trying a way to talk to him without him or her exploding into an angry fit.

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A sly smile formed on the brute’s face. Weak against Strong It was obvious which pack he wanted to join. He did care about his family, but he also felt a need to succeed in this life, and protect his family. He had a feeling Isabella, his sister, would join with him. Finoola, she was a different story. Especially if she were to be pregnant. After all, they became mates and such. He groaned a little noise, before speaking. ”Interesting. Well I have high hopes for the City Pack. Tomarrow I shall talk my sister into joining if not, I will. Thanks for the heads up.”

After thinking about it for a moment. ”And even if I wasn’t to join a pack. I wouldn’t be scared to trespass.” He said winking at her. He noticed her movement at the trashcan but ignored it. She got it far and square, he wasn’t as hungry either. His tail flicked a few times as he sat back on his haunches. ”I always keep a eye on my family, Doll face.” he pushed. He did, and especially with his mate, due to her possibily being pregnant. After all, he almost got hit by a car attempting to save her, and almost killed fighting another dog saving another fae.

He moved forward so he was a more comfortable distance. Lets say…Two tails away? He blinked a long blink, and then opened. The moon shining on his face, revealing his scar across his left eye. It was from the fight. Along with a broken leg, and many open wounds. But all has been healed, and he is a even more skilled fighter. The fight was a ty, and emotionally Rupture won. Rupture got the girl, Rupture walked out fine. So he might have said he won. Either way, he ran out with the fae instead of the other brute. That’s a winning.

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A smirk formed at his words, talc-hued chest moving up and down as she gave a hearty chuckle. Auburn eyes watched as he moved in closer. The moonlight revealed more of the details as he bathed in its ghastly light. She saw the scar across his eye, but made no point to mention it. Now in the light, she could see the muscles beneath his alabaster fur, and his whole being more clearly. Smiling, she lifted her head, looking toward the moon, the light blasting her obsidian face. "Heh. You have to be quite the sly one to trespass. Or just one helluva lucky dog to live," She chuckled, gently. She would go with the second one. She had stood her ground as a Loner against Sin. Maybe impressing him or just proving her worth. For one reason or another, he let her either leave and never come back or join the pack. The rumors of the pack interested her and she had joined, and so far, the perks were greater than any troubles.

Smirking, she looked back toward him. Would he fit in? He could handle himself easily, but what about his family? If they did not agree to it, would he still join? He seemed up for the challenge, but was his family? City Pack could be a living hell. She had been lucky enough to catch Sin's preferably good side, and not run into any of the other members. Though, luck always ran out. "Heh. You'll need to keep both of those eyes on your family. City Pack is the home of the sins. Some of us can get quite envious, no?" She smirked slyly, looking at the brute. No, she did not envy Rupture or any of him family. Limbs pulled her up, and she stepped closer, halting the distance between them. Yes, Ceramic could be quite the flirt if she wanted to. It could simply be play, or she could be serious with her seductions. She was no open slut, and simply liked to get the boys excited then abandoned them. Heh. Access denied, no?

Now, it was simple play. She was in no way interested, and probably would never be interested. Unless she became extremely envious. Of course, envy came with time and with the more you knew about that person. "The most important to watch after is yourself, Rupture Micheal. Think, if you die, who will protect your family? A wasted cause I would say," She spoke, shaking her head, "Of course, this is coming from someone who never really had a family." She finished, giving a chuckle, and looking toward the alabaster husky. No one can protect another for forever. Sometimes, you fail. Sometimes- you miserably fail. You can't protect everyone and no one can live forever. The chosen to protect always must die. It's simple, only care for yourself, for love and trust is blind.

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She interested him greatly, her motions, her words, her expressions. He liked her, and felt lust all over again. Shaking his head as his ears slowly fell down against his skull. Rupture, Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare fall for her. You fell for Okoe, Sora, and now…..now your making yourself beg for Ceramic. Stop now. Please your going to get yourself killed….Seriously. The voice was his sisters..For some reason, she was in his head, and it bothered him. But his tail flicked into a wag, which was rare for him. He never wagged. He only let it lay limp, or flicked it.

He licked his chops, and leaned back as she came near. Fighting the urge to lick her maw. But he didn’t. He leaned forward and slowly licked her maw and then pushed his maw into her ear. ”I can hold my own. Its my family, who cant. That’s why I do, what I do..Gorgeous.” And he leaned into his normal state. His expression blank, with a flirty look…But his mind totally different. He flicked his tail again, as it moved side to side. Sora, dumb a.ss….What the hell are you doing! But he pushed it away. One night….One moment.

He thought about it, and forgot about it. He was living the moment, and had a feeling he screwed everything up. But he didn’t care. He raced over his maw, she tasted good. It was a corny line, but she did. She tasted of a strong, beautiful, stray dog. Which…He didn’t understand. He let it go, and waited for anything. A mate to come at him, or something. But instead his chest, his heart beated fast. Like it did the first moments with Okoe, and Sora….Why him?