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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2018 20:34:57 GMT
"Damn it!" Like a child throwing a temper tantrum, the Pomeranian mix futilely struggled as Dante hauled her off the ground. She could not believe this was happening. Since when did the Rogues become so damn callous?
"What is wrong with you all?!" she screeched. Dante's ominous assertion scared Angel. "NO!" the yellow mutt wailed.
She was beginning to think that she had grossly underestimated the ferocity of the Rogues. Tramp had make a mistake bringing his family here. "I know the law!" she snapped. "'Show no mercy to the enemy!' But is this really necessary?! My family and I did not join the Rogues to torture and kill children!" She struggled again.
But Dante's grip was iron, and Angel could only sob as her whole world came crashing down.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2018 20:54:22 GMT
The assault on his chest was not taken well. A loud demonic snarl ripped out of Dobson violently as Tramp tried to resist, tried his damnest to fight back but the Doberman was simply not having it. Teeth latched on again and again onto whatever he could grab of Tramp, ripping and tearing into flesh with whatever power he could. Sure the kicks hurt, hell they even left little black bloody trails on his chest and belly but that did not cease Dobson's hostility. It only grew by the dozen.
Finally frustrated to his wits end, his paw attempted to smack across Tramp's face to knock the actual daylights with him. He was done with this mutt, he would face the blade of Clopins' scythe if Clopin didn't order him to rip Tramp apart first.
Once resigned to his hit, his paw met place again on Tramp's chest. Keeping him pinned to the ground while hefty breaths exited the demon's mouth. "Buster, help me get this rat back to camp!" He spat angrily.
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Post by Tramp on Apr 16, 2018 21:07:24 GMT
Tramp was taken by surprise at the force that Dobson hit him. He groaned in pain as he felt Dobson's teeth rip anything it could. He growled and tried to kick him again but found that Dobson had pinned him. Suddenly the world went blank as he felt Dobson's paw smash into his face. He saw Tucker and mouthed, Protect my family. He didn't know if Tucker would see or hear, but he hoped so. Realizing there was no point in struggling, he lost consciousness.
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Post by Buster on Apr 16, 2018 21:08:09 GMT
The sound of Angel's voice drew Buster's attention away from the ongoing struggle between Dante, Dobson and Tramp briefly. A small sneer crossed Buster's maw as the Pomeranian mix objected to how Dobson and Dante were treating Tramp. He opened his jaws to respond to Angel's petulant whining when Dobson called him to aid in delivering Tramp back to the camp and a wide, malicious grin crossed Buster's lips as he hauled himself to his paws once more and made his way over to where Dobson stood panting over Tramp's pinned, unconscious form.
"With pleasure~" Buster practically cooed as he all but pranced over to his boyfriend.
A low growl left Buster's chest as he noticed the other Doberman bleeding slightly and he cast a dark glare down at Tramp before moving to snap his jaws shut on one of Tramp's forelegs. He made sure that to bite down harder than necessary, a little payback for Tramp causing his boyfriend to bleed that the mutt was sure to feel when he eventually regained consciousness.
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Post by Virgil on Apr 19, 2018 16:12:44 GMT
As Tucker darted off, followed by the other dogs, Virgil gave a half-snort, as if to say good riddance. The golden shepherd then ran off to join Dante, who was overseeing the two Dobermans and their handling of Tramp. He raised a brow at Angel, the scruff of her neck firmly between the wolfdog’s jaws. Virgil couldn’t help but pity the poor thing. He had been far too busy with Tucker to pay attention to her, but he assumed that she had tried to fight for her adoptive father.
“Virgil.”
The shepherd turned his head towards the other dog, speaking between his teeth.
“Let’s go. I need to keep an eye on those two, to make sure they don’t tear that traitor apart before we return to the Court.” Dante said.
Virgil nodded, and trotted after the other, his head somewhat close to Angel. His brown eyes met her blue ones, and he half-frowned.
“I’m sorry, Angel. But the king’s word is the king’s word. We can’t choose to ignore it. Dobson may have stepped out of bounds a little too far, but Tramp chose to protect the enemy. He broke the rules.” Virgil said, his voice soft.
“Exactly. We will find out what Clopin wishes to do once we return. Whatever it is, it will not be good.” Dante declared.
The two then followed behind Buster and Dobson, in silence.
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Post by Cerberus on Apr 19, 2018 16:23:01 GMT
Cerberus had watched in silence at the scene that had played out. The other rouges seemed to have had the situation handled, but he still hovered in case things had gotten out of hand. Once they had chased the trespassers off, and gotten hold of Tramp, three sets of eyes watched the group head off back toward Paris.
The giant dog looked back in the direction that the trespassers had fled, eyes narrowing and lips drawing back in snarls. Cerberus let out a chorus of monstrous howls, a warning to those fleeing that the next time they foolishly trespassed onto Rouge territory, it would be their last. He then turned, and followed the others back.
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Post by Clopin on Apr 19, 2018 16:26:25 GMT
Give a Dog a Bone is now CLOSED
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