Give a Dog a Bone

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Teeth that were made to eviscerate flesh sunk into the spotted pup's body violent. Crunching down on the youth ruthlessly, before the demon shook the child around like nothing more than a toy. He wasn't aiming to kill the pup, much to his 'luck' but he would severely maim him if he could. He threw his head to the side and released his grip. Tossing the child of to the side like he was nothing but feather-light weight. A wide crazed grin covered quickly emerged on his maw. Blood heavily dripped from his face it was left over from the damage he had made on Lucky's back and abdomen.

He abruptly turned his attention back to the chaos in front of him. Buster was on Copper, Dante after Tramp, and Virgil after Tucker. Absolutely, wonderful chaos. And the sound of large thudding paw steps indicated that another Rogue was on the way. Cerberus. Now this was the type of action he was eagerly waiting for.

He ran his tongue over his maw, gaze focused on Dante on Tramp. Oh, so this guy tried to stop him from ripping into Lucky? Well, that just wasn't going to go without punishment. Dante may of already been on him, but Dobson had a grudge against the guy. It was only proper he joined in on the fun. He quickly joined Dante in on the assault not even waiting for one or the other to hit the ground. He just lunged, grabbing onto whatever part of Tramp he possibly could latch on.

[Tucker]

Tucker's jaw parted as the scene before turned into a all out brawl, Tramp lunging forward to try and stop the demon doberman. His tongue flicks out to swipe over his bared teeth as Virgil suddenly got in his way. "I said, i was going to leave but since you guys hurt that kid and are clearly looking for a fight." Tucker darted forward tackling the golden mutt, biting down into the fur on his shoulder trying to drag him to the ground. He had been so busy with dealing with Virgil he hardly noticed the new 3-headed canine that had arrived, even if he did he wouldn't give a shit, he was trained not to be fearful of anything, guns firing, bombs going off, a damn riot even, to Tucker, Cerberus's low thundering growl was just possible background noise.

[Lucky]

Teeth dug into the flesh of his back and stomach like daggers, and all Lucky could do was release a strangled yelp in fear and pain. Then he was slung violently back and forth while the daggers seared into his body, then he was sailing through the air. He barely had time to register the throw before his body hit the ground hard, smacking his wounded stomach and knocking the breath clean from his lungs. Lucky bounced a couple of times like a rag doll hitting concrete before sliding to a stop, mouth parted and eyes wide open.

The pup couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He was totally winded. The only good thing about his current predicament was that his body was in too much shock to register the pain of Dobson's teeth, or to notice the fresh blood trickling from his wounds. Lucky just lay still in the carnage, trying to catch his breath again. Pup could only lift his eyes to behold the massive monster that was Cerberus, and had he breath to cry out, he would have. And probably run. But he couldn't. The pup could only stare.

[Buster]

A yelp tore from Buster's throat as he felt Copper's sink his sharp fangs into the flesh of his shoulder and shake his head viciously to rip and tear fur and flesh alike. Anger poured through the Doberman Cross and Buster bit down harder on whatever piece of flesh he'd managed to sink his fangs into.

Dante's voice barking something furiously in French briefly caught Buster's attention, specifically ''traître'', and Buster grinned widely as he jumped to the conclusion that Tramp had to have been foolish enough to attempt to intervene and protect someone from an opposing army; Most likely that irritating brat of a Dalmatian puppy. Buster forced himself to focus on the fight he was currently locked in, however. There would be plenty of time later to demean and humiliate Tramp for betraying his comrades. 

The Doberman Cross growled through his mouthful and flesh and fur as his method of attack didn't seem to be having too much of an effect on the hound dog and Buster decided to try something different and prepared to become a dead-weight whilst maintaining his bite on Copper, aiming to drag the other dog down to the ground and pin him.

Buster didn't get a chance to carry out his plan however as he caught the sound of thunderously loud paws against the forest floor, bushes and trees creaking and cracking heralding the arrival of Cerberus. Buster released Copper from his grip to glance over his shoulder at the gigantic three-headed beast of a dog and backed up out of the way in case Cerberus decided to join the fray. 

It was only then that Buster noticed both Dobson and Dante attacking Tramp and the Doberman cross couldn't help the dark smirk of satisfaction that crossed his maw as he sat back and did nothing at all to stop the pair from harming his former best friend. 

[Tramp]

Tramp struggled in Dobson's grip. He felt himself losing his energy and kicked Dobson anywhere he could. He had seen the satisfaction from both Dante and Buster, whom the latter was doing nothing but watching. He couldn't help but growl as he kicked more and more. He kicked at Dobson anywhere he could. He was also being attacked by Dante but was to focused on Dobson to take much notice. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tucker being attacked by Virgil. 

[Copper]

There was pain. A fair amount of it as Buster’s teeth snapped at the flesh on the back of Copper's neck. But, Copper had more important things to worry about than the damage that Buster was undoubtedly doing; he could already feel the blood as it bubbled up and soaked into his fur. He couldn’t think about the fact that Buster was already managing to force him backward where he had to ‘walk’ to avoid being completely pushed over. He could only focus on getting the Doberman off and away from him so that he could get to Lucky, to make sure he was okay, or at the very least not hurt too badly.

A growl that was mixed with a high pitched whine left Copper’s throat as he let go of Buster’s shoulder and went for his face, snapping at his muzzle, his eye, his ear. Any part he could get at. He used his paws to beat at Buster’s upper body, trying to force the larger dog back the way he was doing him, paying attention to try and hit the spot he’d just let go of. Copper doubted it’d have much effect considering just how much bigger Buster was than him, but he was willing to try dammit.

At first, when Buster turned his attention away from Copper, the hound had moved to follow him, his mind entirely on the other dog. But then the rumbling of the earth reached him, and he followed Buster’s gaze to lay eyes on the single most massive creature Copper had ever seen. It looked kind of like a dog, but the hound refused to think of it as such. It was a monster and nothing more.

White-tipped tail tucked low against Copper’s haunches as he slightly lowered himself to the ground to try and appear as small and non-threatening as possible. Thankfully, the beast didn’t seem to be paying him much attention. With that in mind, Copper turned away to try and look for Lucky. When he found him the gasp that left him was involuntary.

“Aw kid.” Copper rushed to his side, looking the pup over and trying to assess just how bad the damage was but there was too much blood. “Lucky can you hear me?” Copper asked lowly as he gently nosed Lucky’s muzzle. He glanced up at the chaos around them and thankfully noticed that all of the other dogs, as well as that monster, were currently preoccupied. Good.

“Hey, Lucky, I’m gonna get you outta here okay? Just hold on a little longer.”

Sparing one last glance to the others to make sure none of them were concerned with neither him nor Lucky, Copper grabbed ahold of Lucky’s scruff as lightly as possible without dropping him and turned tail and ran. He didn’t care that his entire body ached at that moment, his only thought now was on getting Lucky back to Africa and out of harm’s way.

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Angel could stand it no longer. As the Pomeranian mix watched Dante and Dobson attack Tramp, the hair rose on the back of her neck. She growled threateningly, her hackles raised high. "What are you two doing?!" she demanded. "Leave him alone!" It would have been comical to see a dog the size of a hare confront a wolfdog and a Doberman pinscher had it not been for the severity of the situation. Angel knew she was too small to take on either of them and live, but she could not just stand by and do nothing. Tramp was like a father to her. She owed him her life.

She would have been content to help drive Copper, Tucker and Lucky away as they were teetering dangerously close to Rogue turf. But Dobson had gone too far. Tramp had been right to intervene. Lucky was only a pup! Surely Clopin did not expect them to kill children, did he? 

"Stop it!" Angel cried hysterically. The yellow mutt leaped at Dante and quickly grabbed hold of his bushy tail - hard. She tugged with all of her might, doing everything in her power to pull him off of the dog she called her father.

[Lucky]

Lucky was lucid, aware but unable to move because he was too winded. When Copper nudged his muzzle with his nose, Lucky tried to nod, or move his head or show any sign he'd heard the hound, but he couldn't quite manage it. By this point he was a bloodied mess, more red than white and covered in puncture wounds. Like a slice of white swiss cheese spattered in ketchup. Thankfully, shock kept him from feeling too much pain right at the moment. He remained wordless as Copper picked him up, still not quite able to speak. If he had been able to, he would have protested being carried like a baby. But he just couldn't do it. He remained still, swinging from the hound's grip while he tried to get his wind back.

[Virgil]

Dante felt a strong tug on his tail as he kept Tramp sequestered. He left the mutt to Dobson, whirling around to see the pint-sized Pomeranian who had yelled at him to stop.

He couldn’t attack her, the guilt was bad enough that he had to go after Tramp. But Clopin’s rules were clear.

Do not betray our faction.

He fought with himself internally, while he picked Angel up by the scruff, and removed her from his tail.

“Tramp is now an enemy of the Rogues, Angel. You should know the rules by now. He chose to protect the enemy.” Dante declared, in a stern voice. He watched Copper pick up Lucky, and run away with him, lest they sustain any more injuries. The only dog left was Tucker, and if Cerberus wasn’t enough to scare him, surely Virgil would be.

Virgil’s growls turned to snarls as he propelled himself at Tucker, fangs bared. He barreled into the other dog, biting down on whatever he could get his teeth on. He sunk his teeth into Tucker’s ear, and with one swift move, tore it off. Blood splashed his muzzle as he leapt off the other dog, and landed a few inches away, fur raised, brown eyes watching the other carefully.

“This is our territory. Get out.” Virgil said, blood dripping from the fur around his mouth.

[Tucker]

Tucker's snarls and growls grow louder as he bites and snaps at the gypsy mutt before he's taken down, a sharp yelp of pain echos from his throat as his ear was torn clean off between the golden dog's jaws. "OW!" Tucker cries out, rolling onto his side from the tackle his blood streaming down the side of his head from his tattered ear.

“This is our territory. Get out.”

"You don't think i know that?" Tucker had every reason to run and get the hell out of there. He paused for a moment, before struggling to his feet and slinks towards the tree line. "Tramp" he swallows thickly, unable to help his new found friend. "I'm sorry" He coughed giving the dog a moment to speak to him before he races away deeper into the forest back towards Blackblood territory.