Learn to Bite Back [open]

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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/23wo300.jpg] Blake sighed as he walked into the empty store. He felt terribly angry at himself. A big plump rabbit was in the prairie like a sitting duck. Blake had stepped on a twig and scared the juicy bit of prey when he could have caught it. The night hadn't reached this town yet so Blake would try to make up for it. Tara would be furious and Blake was too depressed to deal with his bratty sister today. He really loved her but some days are those were you can't deal with anyone. The red merle furred yawned, bored by the abandoned store. The shelves had cobwebs, wallpaper started to peel and whatever was left would most likely be stale. With his big wet nose Blake sniffed the air, sneezing twice as dust tickled his nostrils. Along with the annoying discomfort, he smelled the scent of something sweet. Blake trotted around the shelves like a mouse in a maze, scurrying around for the prize. Turning around a huge shelf that blocked the back of the store. On the ground there lay a small basket. Scrambled on the floor around it lay small raspberries, some already rotten. Blake lowered his head and sniffed the basket. Inside lay a loaf of bread and a cluster of apples, not the best meal for this dog. The Aussie scooped up the fallen berries and swallowed them, the tangy pink juice spraying out on his lips and inside his mouth. He pondered for a second, tilting his head sideways, and then came to the conclusion that he would bring the rest back to share with Tara although Blake wondered how they would manage to eat the slippery apples. He gripped the basket handles in between his jaws and stepped forward on swift legs. But an echo of a thump traveled throughout the store. Someone else was here. Blake growled roughly, most of it blocked out by the basket handles. His amber eyes narrowed and the vision of this Shepherd was lined in red. The full moon was tomorrow and Blake felt the overwhelming power race through is veins, the core of insanity trying to take over his mind. Of course that only happened around other beings, his past setting a bad example. The moment seemed to be slurred and in almost slow-motion the basket dropped and bounced off the ground, the food spreading across the the floor. Blake was now focused on his target. "Here I come...." He whispered in his casual British accent.

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Jaime padded her way to the general store, she always came here In desperate times of hunger, they always had something, sometimes food in a bag or a can, sometimes rats and birds. Spencer was now beginning to grow skinny, and lag behind his mother. “Mum, wait up” The pup cried after her “I’m sorry baby.” She was getting worried about the two of them, she couldn’t keep up with the hunting, she was always afraid to leave Spencer behind, at home, alone. She could always take him with her but nearly every time she did that, he ruined the hunt. “Mum, I’m hungry, when are we getting food?” He whined behind her, in his bit of a irish accent that he had picked up from her. “I’m working on it Spence.” The pups little legs finally gave out and he lay on the cold ground “Mum I cannot go on, I am too tired and hungry and cold.” Jaime closed her eyes and nodded. It was times like these she wished she would have someone to help her out. She layed with her offspring,warming him up with her thick coat. She could not stay out in the open like this, in the dark, they had to get to the store, right now. She picked him up by the scruff of the neck and carried him “Spencer you are getting too big for this.” She mumbled as they reached the door of the general store. She pawed it open, gently putting Spencer on the ground and closing the door behind them. “Come on Spencer, come with mommy.” She whispered to him. Tip- toeing through the store until she found her way into the back room, she had found this path, as a pup herself. She went into the closet and pulled on a string that dropped down a latter that she climbed into the attic, then she pulled the string back up. Simple. As soon as Spencer wriggled his thin body through the small entrance, he layed down in pure starvation. His mother picked him up and set him gently in a pile of blankets in a box in the back corner “Be quiet baby.” She told him, shutting the lid but keeping it cracked so he could breathe. She went back down the latter, then pushed the door back up quietly. She didn’t want anyone to know they were there. The gorgeous sheltie femme walked up and down the aisles searching for something edible, a rat popped up beside her, and she pounced, killing it. She put it in a basket and grabbed some random fruit, veggies and cans then skittered out of the room when she heard a noise.

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/1zbqx35.jpg] The silence in the room made the young femme presence stringer than you could imagine. The moon had been half full last night, only a sliver of a piece missing.. the nerves in her body rushed everywhere so fast her mind went MIA. The cannibalistic she dog was slowly awakening, her feelings and spinal column tingled as she opened her eyes abruptly. Her and her brother, Blake, had been staying in the old abandoned ghost house near the edge of town and towards the entrance to the forest. It was the safest place to be until Midnight tonight, everything would change then. Tara would get into her uneasy body, the one her mum gave her so many years ago when she was captured by the lab coated man. The experiment had gone all wrong, of course, but it gave Tara and Blake a huge advantage. Of course they didn't have it as bad as their mum did, no. Tara had not seen her brother in a while. well, since last night. She had figured he was off somewhere to try and find some food, maybe a female presence but that was it. It did definitely not take this long, their parents had taught them amazing hunting skills; taught them how to use every sense in their body for the use of kill. It was Tara and Blake's nature, their agility was off the scale and so was their senses. They had no concept for mercy, no care of person space of belongings. They were dogs, what could matter more? The tri colored Aussie stretched gently before slipping downstairs the off the porch, her string muscles tensing and then loosening up, ready for whatever there master commanded them today. Tara was a bit hungry, last night had been a long night and Blake hadn't returned home with a meal so he had left Tara with nothing. The bloody fool. Tara's tongue longed for the sweet taste of flesh and blood in her mouth, to tear open something fresh... the thoughts had put Tara in a trance, her eyes dreamy looking and paws swaying back and forth... Shaking her head, the long haired female shook her pelt once more and then lifted her nose in the air, catching a faint scent of her brother. Then she was off like a hunting dog on it's master's trail, her nose to the ground and feet moving as swiftly as they could carry the girl. When she got into the old rustic town, Tara's lips instantly curled up into a snarl, her haunches raised and ears back onto her skull. This was not a place where Tara liked to be when the full moon was awakening, it was just to chaotic. The scent of Blake was quite strong near the General store. Hmm.. food? Yes. Prey? Possibly. Canines? Ahaha, someone else was int eh store too, and by the looks and feel of it, Blake had found her. It was a strong feminine scent that caused Tara and stick her tongue out, it was disgusting. She felt a certain viciousness rising up in her, waiting to be let out. But no, she cooed, it was have to wait for tonight. "Hello, gorgeous. Ready to come out and play, mm?" she mused to herself, the energy rising and her paws were trembling. She maintained her lust and padded slowly up into the entrance, her nose suddenly drawn over to a box near the corner. Her head lifted and the smell of innocent filled her nose, her brain doing flips and turns. This was the one she wanted. Her nails clicked softly on the hard wood floor, fur bristling and mouth watering deeply. She licked her lips, instantly they curled into a sly grin. Looking over th4 old blankets and dust, she found a box with a tiny peep hole. She didn't have to see what was in it, she knew already. "Hello, sweetie. Did mummy forget drop you in this pile of rubbish, mm? Are you here aloneeee?" the last sentence was dragged out of Tara in a hiss, her eyes narrowing and body inching closer.

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Molly growled fiercely.That stupid freak had no right to talk to the other dog like that!"Stop!,"she shouted."NOW!"She hated those bullies. They could never mind their own business! And they didn't rule the land! Other dogs had the right to do what they wanted. Bullies couldn't stop them from doing so. "I demand to know WHO you are and WHAT you are DOING here!You have no right to bully!So back off!"Molly let out another malicious growl.She began to circle the female, challenging her. If she wanted to bully, she could bully Molly. She would stand no chance against her. Hopefully.At least Molly could hold her off.But it would be close.....

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Jaime stopped at the sight of the ladder dropped, she let her basket fall to the ground, food spilling all over the ground in unorganization, she immediatly growled and raced up the ladder. "No my mummy is downstairs getting food for my tummy." His face flushed "Lady you are very pretty." The pup said with a giggle looking into the femme’s eyes, he sensed something different about her, something crazy. He liked it, it made his feel dangerous. When his mother appeared snarling in the doorway, he knew something wasn’t right, in that moment he slid out of the box and ran to his mum, hiding behind her fluffy tail, the way he used to when he was first born. Letting out a whine he sat down, conserving his energy, he was right by the latter, so he could make a quick escape if need be. His mother let out a low deep growl at the female, showing her teeth, ears flattened. She licked her chops “I don’t want to fight with you, just tell me what you want.” She said her fur sticking up in straight lines. “Mum, what am I suppose to do?” Spencer asked poking his head out from behind her tail. “Just stay back Spencer.” She snapped.

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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/23wo300.jpg] Blake whipped around, arching his neck and slowly stepping back, he reached the right spots so that he could hear something else. The state of locking onto his prey had vaporized as he heard another sound. Something seemed weird now and Blake wanted to get to the bottom of it. He cocked his head and focused on the sounds. He heard some dogs farther back int the building and with a quick sniff of his dark wet nose, he smelt a few distinguished scents. Tara, of course, was around. She must have followed him when she awoke. But along with her familiar scent, Blake discovered three others. Two of them belonged to females and the other one a male pup. Blake's lips curled up into a sly grin, his brownish red merle face giving off exquisite handsome features. The loud noises blocked out the click clack of his claws as they tapped against the wood. He walked over to a strange looking place in the back and climbed a ladder in the back with swift paws. He almost collided with another canine as he entered the small space. A grin twisted his face and he gave a knowing look to his sister with amber eyes that reflected the light of the room. But as he was doing this his fur bristled with hostility and a low growl almost unable to be heard erupted from his mouth. "Well Tara, would you like to introduce me to these guests?" He mocked charmingly in a casual British accent. The Aussie lifted an eyebrow and glared at the other canines, one with a small pup. This was getting weird. All these canines in the same place, all happening to arrive at the same time. As Blake waited for his dear sister to reply his thoughts drifted off. Blake imagined his stomach growling and the inner belly rumbling. He thought of the basket of bread and fruit that he dropped earlier. Even the slightest bit of irregular food would do for this dog. The room was fogged out by mist in Blake's mind and soon he was deep in thought, although he was still aware of what the other dogs were doing at the same time. This all happened in a matter of seconds. His mind sped faster. Was it the full moon already? Was night soon reaching this little town. No, not yet. Just not yet. If it were Blake and Tara would already be under the trance but now his vision was fogged in red, desperate anger welling from within. Something was about to get messy here if these ignorant mutts wouldn't carry on with their lives. Unlike Tara, Blake was just a slight more hesitant with the fights.

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/1zbqx35.jpg] When the young pup replied and said that she was a pretty lady, the female's grin only got wider and ego went soaring. It was already very high, but this little pup had no idea what he was getting into. She raised her eyebrows at the oblivious puppy, her ears perking behinds her when suddenly and abruptly she was surrounded. Wow. This pup must be a chick magnet. "Such an oblivious little child, unaware and so, so.. vulnerable." she purred, watching the little fur ball rumble back over to the small sheltie, Tara assumed was his mother by the way he hide behind and in her feathery legs. Her grin was plastered to the fae's flawless face, the tri colored female watching the mother and son and another bossy female. She sneered, her tongue curling at the roof of her mouth. This good for nothing git didn't know what she was getting into. Fricken bloke. Tara kept her cool for the while, the boldness, viciousness building and building inside her core, just waiting and knocking at hell's door. Tara was hell. She was the princess if anyone ever saw it. She could be flirting around, but she was not one to screw around for long, she meant business. "Ahh, you see, I am not bullying this dear, dear pup. Only..chatting you worthless git." she hissed, her face still expressionless of what she was thinking now. Tara moved swiftly over to the sheltie mother and her puppy, her silky fur rubbing against the sheltie, but as she did her paw made it's way under and grasped the young ball of fur and quickly slid it ou from beside his mother and close to her. Tara curled into a sitting position around the puppy, his warm body against hers. "Isn't that right,deary? Mummy was off and we were chatting? And ahh, my dear brother, Blake. I would like to introduce you to bitch number one and our new recruit's mummy."

[/b][/color] Tara mused as she watched her brother stalk into the room. Clearly he had no idea and had not seen these dogs before. Because if he had, most of the time Blake would have recognized the ladies. Aha, if anything he would might have been attracted to the sheltie one, maybe. She wasn't as snappy and bossy as the other female. Ugh. They disgusted Tara. Her smirk turned into a warning growl towards the other dog that had been rude to Tara. She was going to show her nature if these dogs wanted to ramble. Oh yes, Tara could ramble. She could screw around. Hard.

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Jaime started breathing faster and more shallow, all three of these dogs were almost twice her size. She meant to bark but it came out as more of a yip, these dogs were abnormal, something was not right. “Mummy! I’m a recruit!” He said happily looking up at Tara he snuggled into her warm body “What is my job as a recruit, and what is your name?” He asked the femme, he saw the mysterious film in her eyes, something devilish, something evil, but he was for some reason, unafraid. Jaime was crying at this time, tears streaming down her face “Please let him go” She chirped in her Irish soprano voice. She was terrified that both her and her son were in danger. She did not like these dogs there was something not right, something abnormal. She turned her attention to the male “I am Jaime.” She charted pushing back her tears. She wanted to make thinks clear, she wanted o know what was going on so she was going to need to use a old trick

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"I don't CARE if you are bullying or not!Back OFF!"She charged slashing the female's shoulder.This was just a casual fight to Molly.She circled again,ready for the femme's brother or the femme herself to attack.Two against one.But they were rotten to the bone.Molly was smart and skilled in fighting.Shirah had taught her a little bit.For a split second she thought of sweet,caing Shirah.Then she switched her maind back to the battle ahead.She replayed her father's words in her mind.Life is a gift.Recieve it and love it.Life really WAS a gift,she reminded herself.She would not kill these rotten idiots.

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[atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/NataliaTable2Middle.png] ** Natalia had been padding down the path, movements light as a feather, paws seeming to float over the ground, having inherited the grace of her mother's limbs, and she let a smile dance across her inked lips, obsidian-fleshed nares twitching with lingering scents that wafted around the town, emitting from every establishment, some coming from the White House Saloon, but having been born here in one of the area's first litters last year, the Great Dane/Mastiff/Finnish Spitz mix knew her way around, and what was going on within each of those domains, especially due to the season being winter. All of the dogs from around the borders and farms tended to wander from their own territories to come where the enclosed spaces where, to conserve their heat, but one particular place caught her interest, the General Store that she frequented quite a bit, knowing it like the back of her hand, usually spending at least one hour a day on the rocking chair located within the shop. Curious as to why the strangers chose to relocate themselves within a place with shattered windows, cold easily seeping in, the seductress slinked over to the door, tip-folded lobes swiveling around as to pick up any hints of sound, and what she was given was quite intriguing, for it seemed to be as if a group of other creatures were fighting, to which she let out a mischievous giggle, so silent that it carried with the passing wind that whisked against her thick pelage. Aureate irises darted around until she trotted to the back of the architecture, finding a hole to which she slipped through, shaking the clinging dust particles off of her merle coat, various hues swarming around with one another. Her pools were like that of a hawk in color, along with the precision of her sight, scanning around until she left one chamber of the store, entering another, for it was a rather large building, until the abundance of fragrances pelted themselves towards her, and she quirked a brow, observing the scene before her. There were five other canines present, two males and three females, the Australian Shepherd duo clearly twins, the remaining dogs being a motherly Shetland Sheepdog and her child, an Akita mix, the remaining femme appearing to be some kind of Border Collie mix. From her current position, she could already tell everyone apart, to which her own personality dragged her towards the siblings, soprano chords purring out of her mouth as she sidled up beside the brute, "Why hello there." She tossed him a wink before paying heed to his sister, who was indeed quite a gorgeous maiden, especially for a stray, to which Nata was amused by the events transpiring, the other dogs behaving in a wary manner to the Brit, as could be told from her accent, and the vixen let out a chuckle, but she loved the adrenaline rush in the aura of the twins, something she didn't feel very much around her responsible parents and siblings, Casanova only granting her the ability to run around free, watching her back by telling their mother and father she was just exploring when in truth she was not. Despite her presence in the matter, Natalia wasn't on anyone's side at the moment, merely a spectator, for while she was overtly flirtatious, she still had morals and would probably intervene if things got too dangerous. Amount: 578 Words :'3 Notes: None, just jumping in<3 Muse: Pretty Good~ Tune: None. Tags: Silvy with Blake; Tundra with Tara; Vrancha with Molly; Woof with Jaime and Spencer; OPEN;

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[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/23wo300.jpg] Blake chuckled at Tara's remark. By the looks of those two femmes, he could tell why his dear twin would call them bitches. "Nice to see we have a new recruit. What a cute nipper."

[/b] he complimented, trying to get on the pup's mother's nerve. She might not even know Blake was talking about her little one, nipper was the British slang word for a small child. It was so hard these days for Blake to even get others to understand him. Blake's eyes lit like fire, amber flames flickering with highlights of orange wisps. The pup had no idea what he was getting into. Tara was the core of evil and she enjoyed to play around. The stress of the mother dog who was afraid for her pup was something that pleased Blake. He fed off of others misery and used it to his advantage. The merle furred male crep closer to the Shetland Sheepdog with a sly twisted grin. This would be too easy. Blake watched the mother plead, tears welling up in her eyes. He watched her turn to him and speak, apparently her name was Jaime.

"Okay Jamie, don't worry. Your pup will make a great 'soldier'." Blake replied, his devious smile widening. The femme was up to something, he could tell. He was about to say more but an outburst made him turn around. The other femme blurted out something and dashed towards Tara. Defense mode completely turned on in Blake's brain and he let out a hideous growl. The Shepherd leaped in a burst of powerful haunches. His sharp white fangs like the slivers of a crescent moon were bared and he smashed into the femme in mid air in an half accidental crash. The Aussie reeled back on all fours, eyes glaring. He felt anger taking over his body and the fluid flames of liquid fire racing through his veins. What stopped the psycho animal from ripping that female to shreds was the scent of a new dog joining in. Blake spotted a rather beautiful merle coat. She spoke to him and passed a wink. Blake raised an eyebrow, questioning her intentions while still keeping an eye on the over hyper female. "Ello there lass." [/justify] Blake chuckled in reply, his returned a wink and then looked away, wondering how his sister was doing and how that mother dog was. His British accent hinted the sentence in a special way, maybe a flirty tone or maybe not.

The room seemed smaller now. Blake had started feeling dizzy, the crash knocking air out of him but the realization coming just now. The crash effects left the front of his body bruised for the time being. He wondered how the other female was doing, the air collision must have caused some affects towards her. What a git.... what a bitch. That little lass's tude was larger than her body. It made Blake want to set her straight but, he waited for Tara's lead on this. Sadly, she was still cuddling the pup.

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/1zbqx35.jpg] Tara smiled slyly, her maw fumbling with excitement over the situation. This pup clearly had no idea what he was doing or why he was here. Ahh, he was happy to be by Tara's side, in her cold, icey soul. The warm presence of the young innocence warmed up the ice inside her soul, and the tears that fell down his mum's cheeks glazing over her soul. For one moment, for one tiny moment, the young female had a gigantic flashback to her own history. She and her brother had been torn away from their loving and caring parents. She missed them, but she had also learned a very important lesson. This pup, however was still needing to be trained and his mom was doing a fantastic job doing so. The fearless puppy was in Tara's grasp, she had him at her paws, looking up at her for attention he so desperately wanted. Tara almost felt like giving in to her inner self, with Blake's snippy comment and her alert feelingss, Tara knew she was in charge, and she felt like giving this mummy a run for her money. Tara smirked, looked down a the helpless puppy and then answered. "Ah yes, that job. My name is Tara, young one. " Tara grinned at Blake's comment, her paws gripping the ground she was standing on. It was kind of creaky, but Tara held her grip. "Isn't 'e? Cute little bloke."

[/color] she agreed smugly, her golden eyes narrowing. Suddenly, out of now where, a small paw lunged forwards towards her shoulder blade. Tara had no time to react, she was till holding the small puppy. When the claws reached her, they cut down her left front shoulder, scraping only a little bit of her muscular skin and fur. She had tons of it, of course, her thick feathery fur blocked most of the bullet.

Tara showed no emotion, although the grin on her flawless tri colored face, her smile instantly fading into a frown and a very nasty scowl led on her face. Well Tara would be damned. This little female had no idea when to give up or when she should shove it up her butt and walk out. She could smell her fierceness locked up inside the smaller dog, Tara's soul was awakening every second the tiny drips of blood leaked onto the floor. The sweet yet sour smell of her teeny drips of blood leaked into her nose, the smell was awakening her senses that drove her clearly insane. She nudged the puppy over with her nose and watched Blake crash down over the other female, a grin slowly returning to her face. She was finally returning to her old moon body, the old bloody fool was finally getting what she deserved. "You bloody fool."[/color] she snarled in a light whisper, standing to her full height now. Why was she making Tara get all upset before her full moon mode? Really? Was this bitch really making her do this? Lord have mercy..

Of course, Tara would show none now that the female had shown her a useless reaction of and she should quote "bullying." Tara stood too her full height, fur bristling on the back of her neck and back, her haunches raised and lip curled and snarling. Once Blake had made her against the wall Tara would deal with the bloody fool, but she would give her an instant's rest. The git.
Then Tara heard another, femme voice. Great. Just marvelous. Another female to screw around with. Tara rolled her eyes and turned back around, her lip uncurling and folding into an emotionless facial expressions again, her eyes drifting towards another aussie fea. What was it with this town? Why were they all her breed? Yes? No? And a flirty one at that. Tara shifted her weight and scanned the younger female will all interests left in her. This was going to be a long day. Night, maybe.

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Molly did not trust this femme one bit.She didn't care if she really liked the puppy or not,Molly was going to stay here and protect the puppy's mother if she needed to.She turned to the bully.Listening to the bully speak to the pup,she said her name was Tara.That would be useful.She would maybe ask Shirah about her.Shirah knew the town people better then herself.She braced herself again for the next attack.She was not a fool,though Tara and her companion thought she was.They were fools themselves!She had stepped into this,and she was going to finish it.

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Jaime shifted uncomfortably then sat, she just wanted Spencer back so she can leave. But Spencer seemed to have other plans, when the small femme slashed Tara’s shoulder, he narrowed his eyes at her with a growl “Don’t touch her!” He shouted, then he put himself in full launch mode at Molly napping his teeth and snarling. It was hard for him to look intimidating, but puppy teeth were small and sharper than adults and tend to hurt. He snatched Molly’s leg in his mouth and played tug-of- war pulling it back and shaking it, drawing blood. He growled “Spencer, release.” Jaime said to him sternly, the pup suddenly let go, obeying his mother “Now come to mommy.” She said, but the pup once again did not want to follow her rules. He shook his head no and walked over to Tara, shaking his fur, making him look bigger. He was a little fighter and he wanted to protect Tara, she was so lovely, and beautiful, and different. Jaime stood up and dropped her chin when he walked over to Tara instead of her, this was not happening, she was losing her son to this bitch. She held her anger in though. “Spencer please come to mommy.” She asked him tilting her head and letting her eyes turn orange. “No, mummy, Tara is more fun than you are.” He said with a smile and a shake of the head.

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[atrb=background,http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/SilentCallings/NataliaTable2Middle.png] ** As the Great Dane/Mastiff/Finnish Spitz mix seated herself upon her lean haunches, she focused on the grand scene before her auric-honey irises, to which it was quite amusing, to say the least, for the other females were acting in such an aggressive manner with one another, but who was she to speak, the girl had no clue as to what had happened prior to her sneaking in the establishment. Tip-folded lobes perked forward as coloratura chords vibrated against her ear drums, the statement not directed towards her, but rather to the Akita mix male, the fluffy, adorable pup, and Nata tilted her head, finding that Tara was quite a suiting name for the viper-like beauty. The maiden's plumed tassel curled around her flank, quirking a brow when the part Husky femme continued to situate herself further into the issue, and the native of Saddle Creek sighed to herself, for dogs just didn't know when it was time to quit, when the cards weren't on their side, a full house for their opponent to take home the winnings. Her temples scrunched in surprise when the child's jaws locked around the unknown dame's wrist, drawing crimson blood, minuscule droplets tapping the wooden paneling of the floor, leaving the smallest of puddles behind, barely larger than a quarter, due to the puncture wound being not as deep as it could have been. The vixen's attention was caught once more when the mother of the boy attempted to bring him back, and Natalia felt a pang of pity for the Shetland Sheepdog, for her own baby had rejected her for another canine he had just met no longer than a few hours ago, possibly even less, and with no father figure seemingly around to help drag him back, the choice was all upon the kid's shoulders as to remain with Tara or his parent. She vaguely noticed the brute beside her showing slight hints of drowsy behavior on his masculine guise, to which she wondered what was wrong, briefly glancing out the window, the fiery gas ball in the cerulean atmosphere hanging around the middle, near the horizon, but not night as of yet, it would still be a period of allotment before the scene would transition. Falsetto vocals slipped from her larynx, a bit quiet so that it would only touch upon his hearing, vocabulary twisting to make inquire as to the handsome Aussie's condition, "Are you alright?" Ambiguous allusions etched around her characteristics, the seductress taking in his response to her wink, glad he hadn't thought of it as too serious or what-not, for that was her natural personality, an accustomed tease, doing so rather by habit than choice. Then the male's sibling turned around to face them, and along the younger female's lips flickered a mischievous curvature, locking her own voids with the Australian Shepherd, and the mixed breed noted the lineage of the other, unlike her own, which was a jumbled cocktail of breeds that most would not even consider to blend together. Natalia said nothing, for she found no need to, instead communicating with her pools, showing that she was not going to place any more added trouble upon the Brit's shoulders. Then her gaze trailed over to the Sheltie and her child, then coldly placed upon the Border Collie mix, who just wouldn't seem to calm down, which made matters worse on her own part. Bitter winds whisked past the shattered glass of the broken windows, causing a chiming sound, tinkling to one's ears, to echo through the building, bringing with it the fragrance of winter, which began to overpower the raw odor of dog within the General Store. Another sigh escaped the seductress's dainty frame, when one of the stranger's, the one who loved to say the word 'bully', kept her stance a bit too open, which many would read as threatening, and one could easily see that the twin Australian Shepherds were anything but what one would deem 'normal', though not in an utterly bad way, thus they probably would react to that with a negative response. Amount: 700 Words. Notes: Eheh, sorry for the rambling, I'm a fluffasaur, RAWR! Muse: Very Good :'3 Tune: None~ Tags: Silvy with Blake; Vrancha with Molly; Woof with Jaime and Spencer; Tundra with Tara;