Tr{o}ubleMaker [callie]

[Tundra ?]

<sub>Spring. It was breeding season for most females, except for Vegas of course. She was looking for trouble right in the eye. Death, was the consequence most of the time. Vegas was still very, very young. At two years of age, Vegas was just now passing her adolescent stage in her canine life. She was uncaring, wanted to party and to just have a great time and get loose. Like some(notmany) girls, Vegas was still very blank about the whole guy thing, all she knew is that she was the one who got fat and produced those little bundles of fluff. Vegas, however, did not want anything to do with that. She wanted to live a free, no worries life. Like, yeah, right. Vegas was extremely hyper at this time, and had no idea what to do with herself. No idea. And quite frankly, this crazy hair ball was bouncing off the wall insane. For some reason, spring time and females going into heat brought out the weirdest side of her. Vegas had surprisingly a higher tendency to kill and screw things up around this time, but no. She had decided to wander a bit until all her working dog excitement had settled down with the season change and everything. She was a working dog and she needed to work. She needed a job. Vegas was prone to boredom in the early summer and late fall, because she has nothing to do.

Vegas giggled a bored giggle, sighing and misplacing her step as she walked into a gated area. The gate, rusty and torn off, well, mostly off its hinges, was leading the merle female onto the path of brokenness. Once again, Vegas misplaced her delicately white paws onto the ground, and this time almost tumbled ungracefully over her heels, but she saved herself. Thank god for the canines amazing senses. Which, sometimes she does not officially use. This Aussie was occasionally over her head. Sometimes, she would just ramble away without even giving you a second thought. Since the day when she and her mother found out that her father was a nasty, two timed player, the world view of her mother had changed. It changed Vegas, too, because her mother started treating her differently. Vegas didn't feel that particular motherly love and bond that she had felt before. It was if her mother had pushed her away because she didn't feel connected to a player's daughter.

Vegas had really never been cared for. Her mind went hazy sometimes because she had no one. No one that really could care for her. With her mom at home, she sometimes felt some connection and purpose, but now, she had no clue. She was left by herself. And Vegas loved it! Long nights, no restrictions and no one to be threatened if Vegas's enemies went after someone for revenge. Speaking of which, Vegas hadn't been in Saddle Creek long, she had been moving from town to town, seeking usefulness. Her life was a mess, but heck with it. She had an urge to fight something, tear someone to shreds. Her aggressive tends were partly from her father's side of the DNA embedded into her system. She was known to go into a frenzy of violence before she was to calm down and get used to you. Finally, without stumbling over herself like a drunkard, Vegas made her way up the broken path the mansion. Some said it was 'haunted.' Did Vegas believe in such things? Hardly ever. She thought it was ridiculous, because most of the time stuff like that was spread by weak dogs. Vegas had enough of that. She was a troublemaker and for those who wouldn't take crap, because she would definitely give them crap.
She will give them her mind, and make them fear her because of the pleasure. Speaking of pleasure, she needed some.

Quickening her pace to the mansion, Vegas started a brisk trot, the attractive scent of the female invisibly glittering after her onto the path leading up to her hips. Fluff. As Vegas trotted into the house, her muse taking over the jittery paws as she danced into the ballroom, laughing crazily as she ran to the covered furniture and tore off the sheets, shredding them as she went. Then Vegas leaped around and jumped over an old lamp that was set on the expensive floor, and glass shattered everywhere. Vegas chuckled half heartedly. Her bi colored eyes scanning the room for something else to destroy in her lust for pleasure. She bounced around a few more times, then jumped onto a lavender colored couch, with luxuriously soft interior. She rolled onto her belly, her head placed at the foot end of the couch, belly up and exposed. Anyone who walked in on her would be surprised to see such a pretty face in such a monstrous mood.


Amount: 802
Notes: I LOVE THIS
Muse: High
Tune: Troublemaker - Olly Murs
Tags: Callie w/ Justin</sub>

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** The male languidly stretched with a yawn as his erect lobes flickered around, lean muscles bunching beneath his silver upon ivory coat, toes wiggling out as his nails clicked against the wooden floorboards in the upstairs bedroom. His tail swished from side to side, funneling up a miniature dust storm, the particles of filth glowing a caramel shade due to the golden streams of sunlight piercing the glass of the windows. Just to rile himself up, the young male swiped his roseate tongue over his chops, the moist sensation waking him up pleasantly as he finally settled down on to his haunches, ice blue irises tracing over the scene of this quarter he was given by the leader of the pack to share with his siblings, the second illegitimate litter of Malo's, though it wasn't like the cannibal bastard really cared about them, but Justin didn't even worry about the safety of his father. If his old man died, well, he wouldn't really shed a single tear over it, he just worried about himself and Sirah, and that was it, oh his lovely sister, how he loved her, in ways that siblings weren't supposed to feel, a sick ailment of the mind, as some of the females in the Mafia had told him. They constantly told him it wasn't his fault as they cuddled up to him, that it was his sire's, for being such a horrid man, already endangering his unborn children by eating the corpses of other canines, and it was only natural that such bad genes would be passed on to the innocent spawn. He disagreed completely, and embraced his perfect self, as he so called it.

** Being the lazy son that he was, he knew that the rest of the pack was probably off hunting for some meals, or at a grand meeting listening to that Cane Corso Ryland yap his maw off about change and peace, and that was when his ears slanted forward, hearing the tearing of material coming from downstairs. He tipped his muzzle upwards, nose twitching around as he picked the strong feminine scent wafting up to him, a brow raised in genuine confusion, knowing that many of the maidens of the make-shift family he had didn't really stick behind anymore by themselves, seeing as how it was breeding season and there were so many males, like him, to take advantage of them. He was a sick man, using sex to his advantage, and with a grin, the Husky mix loped over to where the stairs were, descending them two at a time as he wanted to get to this new toy as soon as possible, following his strong sense of smell to pinpoint this stranger's exact pinpointed location. Though right when all four of his limbs were now solidly placed, a chunk of fluff landed on his nose, forcing him to sneeze as he shook his entire coat, a growl starting to bubble in his throat, only to cut it off at the turned sight of such a lovely woman.

** Her figure was like something a goddess built, with a slender bodice and round hips, he grinned inwardly to himself as he puffed out his chest in that arrogant manner of his, striding over to where she was laying, striding around the sofa, snickering softly at all the torn furniture. Yeah, Ryland was going to be pissed. That was when he was right next to her in a sense, his snout hovering right by her cheek, steamy breath ghosting over her neck as he whispered in warning, “Now, now, what's such a pretty intruder doing upon Mafia land? You don't look like you belong here, sweetheart.” He then took a single step back in that dominant manner of his, slate hairs rising along his spine as he smirked, adding, “Though I can always sneak you by, if it’ll be worth it for me in the end.” The mutt felt anticipation rise with all the possibilities he could be rewarded with, and as his tail curled at the tip, he just continued staring at her with scrutiny, nose wrinkled up in that conceited manner of his, feeling as if he was so much better than she was, just because that was how his mind was fueled.

Amount: 714 Words.
Notes: Gah, sorry this sucks so bad, first time roleplaying Justin out, hngh x3
Muse: Pretty good :3
Tune: The Last Of Us [PS3]
Tags: Tundra with Vegas;</sub>

[Tundra ?]

<sub>As Vegas laid there, she huffed out one last deep sigh and then paused, holding her breath. She heard footsteps. Loud ones too, but they had a graceful tint to them, meaning only one thing to Vegas: run. Vegas had associated the soft pitter to large male footsteps as the nasty addicts that they were, although you couldn't really judge them in her position. She was just as bad. However, this time she let the breathing and her imagination slowly take her by the throat and strangle her to stay as she was. Maybe, if she played innocent she wouldn't get hurt. Just maybe. As she watched quietly, she heard a loud sneeze from just outside her ballroom. Vegas couldn't hep but giggle. Her lips sliding upwards into a sly grin, her eyes closing down to just slits as she waited for her male to arrive to arrest her. On what charges? Who knows. Perhaps, destroying him home? But honestly, she had no idea if it was someone's land. She was never keen on those sorts of things, she wasn't too pack savvy, if you will. She was more of the loner type, not to do well with other canines. Oh well. If she got in a fight, she got in a fight.


When he appeared, Vegas was a bit surprised. He was young. A young husky, to her it looked like. He was just about her age, they were both young, and inexperienced. Well, that would make them both vulnerable. Vegas licked her lips as she viewed the upside-down version of the husky that was before her. From what she could tell, this male was sizing her up and making eye contact right away. Her grin dropped down to a small smile, waiting for him to approach closer, before she made a move, so that she could react quicker to aggression. Her blue merle coat needed a slight brushing, but other than that Vegas looked her very best for her young suitor. Her heart skipped beats when his voice drifted so softly onto her pelt, taking a moment to actually realize what he was saying. She then lifted herself upright, stretching her front paws into a delicate cross. She shook her pelt, mainly her face, she could feel the tiny knots from laying upside down for so long unattended.

His breath floated into the air above her when she shook her pelt. Vegas lifted her eyebrows. Sneak her out? In return? Vegas cleared her throat. "A pack, eh? I can't see you really having an alliance there, playboy." she murmured grimly. Almost like she was disappointed in the brute, who she had just laid eyes on. Vegas twitched her feathery tail, hitting the lavender couch she was resting on. She sniffed the air, lifted her head a bit higher as the brute stepped backwards, chest arrogantly prodded out making Vegas feel a slight bit uncomfortable. She growled, a sudden mood swing and she glared at the male for disapproving her status. She was not a ditzy girl who needed a guy for every pleasure and every security. She was perfectly fine by herself, thank you very much. She poked her chest out, lifting herself higher and then finally gracefully departed from her chair, taking a step forward proudly to the male. Sneak me out? Me? How do you think I got in here? I had no trouble getting in, and I'm sure as hell not going to need as escort out." she snorted, dropping her tail back down to her hips, starting to turn to leave. Maybe he would come with her? This bitch did not need an escort out, she was fine on her own. Vegas did not play pretty princess games, she was not to be treated like some lowly piece of femme dust that brutes only picked up on their happy road. Most males addicted to the knocking up of females because afterwords they were on cloud nine. They felt so high, and Vegas had never experienced that. But she was happy too. She didn't want to carry around the luggage of puppies. No. Just. No. It was not her thing. Not her style.

Vegas scanned his slim body once again, the urge to involve with him was pushing her to her limit, and she was pissed. She hated hormones. Vegas lowered her haunches onto the floor, with a slight questioning look at the boy before her. "So, wanna do somethin' fuuunnn?" she taunted in her girly, high pitched voice, another complete mood swing. Oh man, this was going to be fun.


Amount: 801
Notes: Fun times~
Muse: Moderate
Tune: Troublemaker - Olly Murs
Tags: Callie w/ Justin</sub>

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** Icy irises greedily ate up the presence of such a gorgeous canine, his spiky tail swinging back and forth with such a dominant intensity that the air was actually breezing around instead of just staying still in that humid manner that it was known to do. He wondered what would happen if he would just grab her and have his way with the stranger instead of waiting for some lustful content. No, that would take too long, and he sure as hell wasn't that patient… But then again, if she screamed too loud, that would alert all of the pack to his evil doings, and surely Ryland would order for them to kill the boy, maybe even send Malo to slaughter his son as well, heck, the old man would enjoy the procedure, probably take his sweet time with it too. Yay for Justin! Hah. He rolled his eyes before he focused back on the intruder, raising a trained brow as she rolled back on to her belly, long merle coat spilling beside her as he just stared at it, wondering how she lived with such a pelt in the heat that constantly swamped Saddle Creek, and he held no qualms in asking her such a question, snorting, “You ever get tired of all that fur, princess?” Though soon enough her own coloratura chords floated over past his ears, and he snorted loudly out of arrogance, raising a paw as he waved it around, one ear tilting forward as he grinned out, “Gotta be kidding me. Me? A pack? Hah, only staying in this hell hole 'cause my pa is.”

** Even though he was a 'playboy', as she had appointed him, the Husky mix was rather wary of her place here, not that he didn't appreciate such a new and fresh face here, instead of all these reserved daughters that were either his sisters or the heirs of his leader, and that definitely wouldn't be a good idea, to deflower such innocent maidens that belonged to such a scary looking brute. Apparently his posture was way too cocky or demanding from her, for her teeth barely glinted at him as these rumbling sounds left her, aggression in its slightest form, to which he returned it, albeit more seductively, a shine in his gaze to show that he wanted more, even if she wanted to kill him. That was when the brute admitted that she was probably smarter than what he acknowledged, who knew, maybe she would even be the one playing the game, not being played, though he would enjoy that, considering how he liked a challenge, as long as it didn't take forever for him to get the prize. Her body. The stranger's sassy tone made him snicker in mock, jutting his muzzle right in her face, actually leaving himself quite open to a bite, but that didn't matter to him as his tongue slipped out to slide over the tip of her maw. It was a sensual move on his part, to see what she would do, more of a trial to see exactly what her reply would be, he would tell what kind of girl she was from there, even if it was all stereotyped.

** At her slightly angered terms, all of her words coming through with such a passion that he knew she wasn't going to be easy, Justin just backed up with a chuckle, soothing lyrics leaving him as, “Calm down baby, just teasing ya. No need to be so uptight, your momma never let you leave the den?” The pretty woman then finally hopped down from the couch as she spoke in a high voice, and he shook his head out of confusion, wasn't she in the mood to kill him like, five seconds ago? Deciding not to question it, he just answered her fake query with a roll of his azure eyes and, “Yeah, sure baby. Fun with you is all I need. C'mon, I'll show you the back, since you can 'handle this by yourself'. After all, it's where all the guards are, now I getta see how good you really are.” The Siberian Husky mix then departed from her, trotting towards the wooden doors that were behind the living room, his tail sweeping out with relaxation as he glanced over his shoulder to make sure the intruder was following, only to yawn and toss out casually, “I'm Justin. Gonna tell me your name, sweetheart? I don't feel like playing the guessing game.”

Amount: 751 Words.
Notes: Grawr, sorry my posts suck so bad x.x
Muse: Okay :3 <3
Tune: The Last Of Us [PS3]
Tags: Tunny with Vegas;</sub>

[Tundra ?]

<sub>Vegas was a bit surprised when his muzzle came directly in front of her face, she didn't exactly know what to do then. She had given him a slightly aggressive move, although she didn't know he would take it seriously- if he did, this kid had problems. She could already tell he was an addict, although, she knew there must be more too him than just that lusty little attitude and seductive little voice of his. Mixed together, they would create more chaos. Ouh, chaos together. That should be fun to do, wouldn't it? Vegas slipped a small chuckle, seductively swaying her hips as she jumped a bit from his smooth tongue gliding across her nose, yet, touchy goodness exploding from her senses. She was ready for a hell of a time, and yes, she nodded, then shook her head, indecisively adding tension to what seemed to be a romantic moment. "Course I do! Wouldn't you? I mean, c'mon man. This thing is like dragging around a luggage of shit all day!" She chuckled calmly, hopping from her place as he backed away from her, to give the tension distance in case someone started a fight. Vegas wouldn't, unless she was provoked, but that was not usually unless she was abused or irritated. She was neither, at the moment. But who knew. She just met this guy, she didn't know his thoughts or his intentions. Well, sort of, she could read body language- she was a dog.

Vegas raised her eyebrows. Her tan brows lifted, creating a unique Aussie expression on her delicate face. A glimmer of humor flashed across her face, finding his loyalty questionable. "So, you mean to tell me your a daddy's boy, are you? What happens when your sire leaves, eh?" she supposed she get a snarky answer from the brute, since the question was a bit rude, but who gives a crap anyways. Nice boys wasn't what Vegas liked. Even though some were cute and sexy, she didn't want to be tied down with them in their little sheltered hell hole like some females were. You were wild and free until you started having feelings. Vegas didn't want those yet, no, she had her entire life ahead of her, dang! She knew this boy wouldn't be her last, but it wasn't her first either. She was questioning the male's intentions. What did he mean, her momma? Her momma was the one who left her freaking den. He had no clue. Ah, boys these days. Whats wrong with you? Got no momma? Apparently, since most guys these days didn't know what 'respect' was for most women. Vegas wasn't huge on respect, but if you expected her to come with you, you'd better give her a nice piece of your mind, or she'd give you hers. And it wouldn't be nice. She wasn't all for fun, she was practical some days, and other days she went to Vegas with it.

Irresponsible. You could say that. Didn't the male see that? She couldn't carry around his load forever, he would eventually get hit upside the head with all the females he would be knocking up sooner or later. He'd get a piece of their minds.
Vegas jerked her head back, her feathery fur jerking with her in a sort of wave movement, very elegant yet tight. "My momma left me in that goddamn den, the bitch. Yours ever teach you respect, son?" She snorted half heartedly, playing her game quite nicely with another tight mood swing. She was known for these, after a while you got used to these. One moment she was on your throat, the next she was seductively swaying her hips, waiting for you to wrap her up. Vegas wagged her tail lightly, letting it rest below her rump, the feathers getting knotted ever so slightly into a delicate wrap, strangles letting loose on her tail. The merle femme held her head high, pulling her confidence together as she started to walk towards the husky, his bold, stocky yet slim posture very addicting for a young youth like herself. She was beginning to get mesmerized by the taunt of him walking before her, her head tilting each way as he walked, then stopped, and he turned his neck and chest forwards towards her, back as she watched his expression.

Vegas slipped her lips into a devious smile, she liked that name, it reminded her of a player she once met. But anywho, everyone was a player nowadays. No one had alliances that really mattered to them. At least Vegas didn't. Vegas wasn't planning of sticking with anyone soon, she might, in her golden days when she was older and couldn't manipulate as many people, but still then she would have fun, probably bossing around people, most likely her puppies from another father. Vegas's smirk widened as she replied to the brute. "Oh don't worry honey, I'll put on quite a show. Oh! Just for you, my boy." She chuckled very lightly, as she had the pause to catch up with him, rubbing her scented, goddess body along his and her tail finally swept across his chin, lightly, for she didn't want too much of a give away, she wasn't done yet. Oh hell no.
What? He wanted her name? Well, he would get it, soon enough. Soon enough.
Ahe she finished wiping her delicate scent on the muscular body, Vegas turned around and finally gave the guessing game a twist.
"Oh, Justin doesn't like playing games, eh?" She paused, as if building up suspense for her announcement.
"The name's Vegas. And you'll have a hell of a time on my ride, doll." she smirked, as she started to walk away, slowly, so he could catch up fast, but just enough to give the brute a sense of mystery.


Amount: 973
Notes: Wow, more muse than I expected~
Muse: Moderate
Tune: Troublemaker - Olly Murs
Tags: Callie w/ Justin <3</sub>

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** The boy grinned at her comment towards his question about the thick fur that she adorned upon herself, such a beautiful cocktail of merle, silvers and blues coming together as one in a way that he had never seen before, so it was safe to say that he was sold on her looks, all he needed for now. She was an exotic painting, rare and untouchable, at least by mere mortals, she would always be worked on by her artist, the one who truly knew all the crevices and splatters upon her, what flaws and perfections were found everywhere. But who was this painter? In the male's mind he was the soon to be appointed man for that operation, even if she didn't know it. Shaking his head at the single vulgar term that left her lips in those cooed soprano words, he chuckled to let her know that he liked how she rolled, fluffing out his own medium-length coat to tell her, “Gotta say, can't tell you that I know what you mean, but it sure does sound like it sucks.” He was close to how much fur she had, thanks to the German Shepherd genes running through his veins, but seeing as how his mother had been a rather light pelted Husky, he floated on over to her side. The winter wasn't a menace to him, neither was the summer, and so he was happy with his genes. Perhaps it was one of the reasons he thought he was so much better than everyone else, perfect roots meant a perfect child, after all, and he was the number one example.

** The creaky floorboards groaned under her slight weight as ice blue irises followed her movement, he could practically hear all her plans burning the gears in her head, she was such a snarky soul, and he absolutely loved it, she wasn't afraid to speak her mind, even if he did see her as a lesser being because of her gender. Though his expression turned from lustful and intrigued to flat out monotone when she taunted him about his father, calling him a daddy's boy and what-not, to which he just snorted, not getting mad, “Anything but, babe. I don't care about him, he don't care about me, just the way it should be.” At her second part of the question he just shrugged those thick shoulders, raising a brow as if he didn't even see the point in it, he was a one man show, he didn't think anyone had the power to make him stay or leave, “I'll do what I want. If I wanna keep freeloadin', then I will, if I wanna head on to my own life, then it's that. Pa doesn't make the rules for me.” He guessed he sort of deserved her attitude from the way he had been treating her, more like a slave than an equal, and as she told him about how her mother ditched her, he laughed, like literally let out a bout of guffaw, slapping back with, “The poor baby. And na, my momma never stuck around after she dumped us on our pa's honey on the side, 'cause he found out and ate her like a plate of steak. Sick bastard, but it was his choice, I really didn't care.”

** Now he was heading towards the back of the mansion, the area that contained all of the flowers and herbs, the place that dozens of dogs were patrolling, seeing as how many canines in this town had opposing beliefs against Ryland and had tried to assassinate either him or his children, and so they were on high alert these past few weeks. Soon enough the girl made her way over to him, but what he didn't expect was for her to be so forward, her slim bodice rubbing against his side, something that made him purr like a kitten with some warm milk. Damn he wanted her now. Right as she trailed her tail tip under his chin, he smirked, tongue licking over his lips as she flirted with him, and he winked in reply, answering with, “Mhm, my new favorite show, let's see if it'll last.” It was a shame that he still didn't know her name after so long, he wanted to know her title to engrave it into his memory along with a mental photo of her, after all, he knew that they wouldn't be just temporary romp partners, they would probably linger back to one another every now and again, friends with benefits, if you would appoint it as that. Then finally, after so much waiting and desire, the Australian Shepherd decided to bless him with her calling, Vegas, and he smirked, telling her casually, “So fitting, everything fun happens in Vegas, eh?” Now, with a broad grin, he took it upon himself to catch up with her, legs stressing to get right near her, hips bumping against one another as the sunlight finally shone on their faces.

** The wood turned into gravel as he heard a commanding bark, a broad shouldered Pitbull stumbling over to them as he scanned over them suspiciously until he caught the cold gaze of Justin, recognizing him with a roll of his eyes, letting them through as he briefly murmured to a nearby Greyhound, “Looks like we've got a straggler here, never seen her before, let the boss know to keep an eye on this one.” The opposing canine whispered something back in his ear, only for the leader of the group in the yard to laugh and say, “Justin? Na, no need to be suspicious of him for helping to take down this pack. Girl just has to bat her lashes at him and he's their slave. Boy's a dumb ass, just look at his face.” The Husky mix didn't turn to look at the pair, just merely flicking an ear with an irritated look on his face, perfectly able to hear what they had been saying, grumbling as he then focused back on Vegas, only for a tall Beauceron to stop them, stating, “What is an intruder doing upon Mafia lands without the pack knowing? You hiding a refugee in here, Justin? What're you doing here, young lady? Someone send you to spy on us?” Oh boy, here we go again. Total buzz kill.

Amount: 1,059 Words.
Notes: Well this was just a bunch of rambling on my part x3
Muse: Pretty good c:
Tune: Graceland: Heat Run [Season 1//Episode 3]
Tags: Tunny with Vegas;</sub>

[Tundra ?]

<sub>The Aussie grinned, ready to put on her show when the boy heard her brilliant song of a name. Oh, he had no idea what could happen in Vegas. The most thrilling things could get you broke in one heck of a night. Vegas could have just practically announced her name to any guy who saw her as attractive and easy to bang. She though the name Justin fit him as well, Cassanova would be a bit to obvious for anyone to notice really, and besides, Justin was much more flattering for the male. She wasn't amazed with his name, nor was she bored with it. It added spunk to her nature to know the calling of her next game, her game plan was to be whatever he wanted. So that's what she'd do. Course it was. Vegas was a perfectly perfect example of what could and would happen with a little luck, some dirty playing and drive for fun. Vegas could have runs of fun. "Course it is doll! With a some luck, you could be on top of the world in Vegas." she smirked, looking up at the canine next to her hips, as she moved farther away, she could hear him padding up behind her, delicate wooden floors standing weak between herself and the husky. Both large dogs, Justin more muscular and manly of course; Vegas petite yet strong at the same time, not to be confused with petty little princesses who couldn't do anything for themselves. Such little brats. I mean, Vegas was brought up in a home without a steady father, or mother for that matter, father always knocking up some female, and mother always shattered and delicate, it almost made Vegas puke now. I mean, she had turned out alright, hadn't she? Who knew. No one was there to judge her but herself and other canines, most guys though, and she always got positive.

Vegas finally let his later comments sink in to that thick skull of hers; the snarky child, about how Justin's father ate his other victim of his sex rage. Vegas got a little scared there, tensed up but loosened, her nasty little mind kept playing the old saying she used to hear, 'like father like son.' Please god she hoped that wasn't true. But he called his own father a sick bastard, even though he had no steady dam either, Vegas should say there about on the same page. Ha. A sick father, and a gone mother. Funny, how fate like this could pull two odds and ends like this together. She didn't feel like replying to that, there was nothing really to say, and her bitchy attitude mouth was kind of fading away at this point. She felt like it was so deep and personal, but Vegas could never be emotional like so, nor could she ever care about things like that. Sometimes it disgusted her how over the top emotional females could be about such little, tiny tidbits. Ugh. Females.

As she glided herself up through the male, just advertising her body to him, Vegas could have sworn her Merle coated ears picked up on a feline like purr. She giggled, then Turned serious; after her complete mood swing she could feel the breeze of the severe media change. The pack tension was huge; it was rippling up her spine like the sensation of fleas, her coat shivered at the thought of the creatures crawling up her back. They were worse than the males. "Mm, not yet stallion." she crooned a sly grin across her maw, devilish tints in her coffee brown eyes, daring the male to make a fast one. When he didn't, she smiled and the light finally caught the female smack in the face. Hard.
Her paw pads dropped from the wooden floors to gravel side walk, it was the back of the mansion and how large it was. Good lord. It was the perfect place for a pack as had to admit, but perhaps a bigger one? Vegas had not long been in Saddle Creek, but she did know what a big pack was. To her, the Mafia, at least what she has heard was a smaller pack, lead by a canine who was ruthless and bed every girl in sight. She sure hoped not, because this bitch was as fresh as they come. Virginity was something she prided on, it took courage and force to be alone. She was only two at that, and her heating periods were only twice a year. Thank god for those.

As soon as the dame blinked a few times to catch her sight back again, the warm welcome of the pack faded as a broad, strangely looking pitbull stumbled his way to make them stop their tracks. Vegas was not at all ashamed, nor took any interest in what he was saying to them, she watched his deathly gaze lock onto her slim bodice, then move directly to Justin, which then he loosened up and seemed to take her as a pathetic joke. Oh no, not in Vegas's town. "Looks like we've got a straggler here, never seen her before, let the boss know to keep an eye on this one.” She raised an eyebrow, keeping watch on the slim greyhound next to the 'boss' or probably the lower ranked dog trying to wiggle his way to the top. She guessed. She wasn't psychic, but she had plenty experience. What didn't surprise her at all was the next comment that was spurted our between the two males, rude little boys, they were. Vegas whipped her head to face the pit when she heard the word 'bat her eyelashes' and dumbass. She pulled the best sly, sexy smile that she could before biting both of their heads off. She chucked that light, yet nasty chuckle before every (Kesha song xD.) one knew what she would do. Vegas pricked her tail and ears, alert for anything that might pop up whole lecturing the brutes. "Oh, I'm sorry doll were you talking? Want to say that a little LOUDER? Because the only dumbass face I see here is yours, Hun." she Paused, just to get a dramatic reaction that she wanted. "Don't put money on this bitch, boys. I could swipe you blind and you wouldnt even know." She shut her trap just in time for Mr. Second in command bossy pants to command the girl and Justin for identification. Really? Did she look like a spy of something? And honestly, if Justin was sneaking someone in here, they wouldn't be able to find them in broad daylight. Just ugh. Common sense?


"Well. First of all, if Justin would try to sneak someone into pack lands, you wouldn't be seeing us in broad daylight. Second, if I was a spy, do you really think I'd confess right here in the open?" she chuckled, amused with their lack of reality. "Please. I wouldn't stoop that low. Spying isn't my thing, anyways." she rocked back on her haunches, debating in whether or not to sit on the uncomfortable gravel rocks and pebbles under her paws. The Aussie tilted her head slightly, waiting for the males replies. And also, her current boufriend's.
Vegas was a hot spot.

Amount: 1,250
Notes: Sexy babe <333 gotta love these two dolls
Muse: high
Tune: n/a
Tags: Callie w/Justin</sub>

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** Right as they were halted by that freakishly tall Beauceron Justin let out a heaving and irritated sigh, couldn't they see that he was trying to woo a girl? This was just dampening his mood and he chose to ignore the dumbass comment, he had his smarts, he just didn't like using them around beautiful women, after all from what he learned by watching his father, they liked the brainless Casanova type guys. He was a practical sponge, he soaked up knowledge and information with gusto, loving to learn about all sorts of things, but never was that secret spilt, no he liked to keep the air of a cocky playboy up instead of the quiet bookworm, perhaps a mistake on his part without him ever realizing it. He sat down on his haunches as his icy pools bore up at those of chocolate as the man demanded all these things from the pair, the Siberian Husky mix presenting his boredom by raising a leg and starting to scratch that spot behind his ear where there was that huge chunk of silver fur, the cape marking over his skull, and it sure was his sweet spot. The words that slipped from the other male's maw were just serving to give him a headache, he didn't even want to be around these guys anymore, all he wanted to do was take this lovely lady out of the confined areas, tease her a bit, and show her the gardens where all the magic happened. And by magic he meant sex.

** He didn't think that Vegas would try to defend herself, so he already had his snarky words on the tip of his tongue to tell this man off, but soprano vocals cut him off before he could even stop, his surprised look a clear expression on his face as he turned to look at her, as well as a few other guards, the scene too entertaining to pass up. He had to admit that she sure did play her cards right, making the guy in front of them seem like a complete idiot for even assuming anything, as judged by the thick cough that he let out as if to dispel any embarrassment. Justin grinned like the Cheshire cat himself as he curled his tail around his flank, just basking in the glow of the early morning sunlight that reflected into his azure pools that made them seem more like silver than cerulean. The higher ranked brute just stood there dumbfounded by the beautiful Aussie's audacity to even answer him, to which the gray upon white mutt nudged the maiden to just walk around him, whistling out in a chipper tone, trying to hide that snicker, “Well nice chat with ya, buddy!” He let the merle princess skip ahead of him as he slowed his pace down and glowered over his shoulder, tossing back with an arrogant smirk, “Yeah, you see that fire up ahead? That's mine. Make sure you let the others know, because I don't share.”

** Slapping that foolish smile on his face as if nothing had even transpired between him and the Beauc, trotting to catch up with Vegas as he shouldered past the gate that kept them from viewing the gorgeous landscape behind the territory of the Bradshaw house, taking in a breath of the roses that lined all corners. They were all deeply rooted in the ground and sported the sharpest of thorns, as if to show all the Mafia had to offer, though he just hopped up on to one of the vine-covered stone benches, relaxed by the calming lack of noise here, especially the chirps of the birds and hums of the bees pollinating all the flowers, using his tail to pat the spot next to him so his partner could get the idea to join him. His paws dangled over the edge as he chose to just state in this now sluggish mood of his, his breathing evening out as he asked, “How'd ya even get inside, Vegas? From this morning I mean, you couldn't have just walked through the door, or are you just that good?” He tossed a wink at her with an amused chuckle, knowing fairly well that she could have used her seductive appeal to make her way inside of the territory, though he did frown at the thought of her meeting Ryland at one point, the alpha of the pack, to which he deadpanned as he asked, “You didn't come here to join, right? Because that'd be the biggest mistake of your life.”

Amount: 764 Words.
Notes: Sorry this took forever x3
Muse: Sleepy ;w;
Tune: Flavor Of The Week ~ American Hi-Fi
Tags: Tundra with Vegas;</sub>

[Tundra ?]

<sub>With the look of shame on the Beauceron's face as an okay to pass, Vegas clicked her heels on the ground and trotted away happily from the meaningless conversation they were keeping. She knew she was definitely on fire today, and her paws were just heated by the thought of it. It burned her mind, she had just passed those lowsy guards without any help from her 'guide', which impressed her, as much as she impressed herself. Sometimes, she just couldn't believe how good she actually was. She knew she had surprised those boys, now, who else deserved a taste of Vegas today? She knew she couldn't forget her partner of the day, but she had a nagging feeling that they were going more into depth than she would have imagined her ever going. Even thought Vegas was staying with him tonight anyways, Justin had more up his sleeve than Vegas counted him for. Huskies were sly, and Vegas knew that, but she was the same species as he was: dog. Canine. Animal. So really, they had their own strengths and weaknesses. Vegas's strength was her sly attitude and also fooling people. Her weakness..? Well... she couldn't think of a weakness at the time, but Vegas knew she had one. Maybe just one she didn't want to admit just yet.


Vegas was a bit taken aback that her company had held back, he had pushed her on, yet he must have said something snippy to the boys they had just left behind, she figured. They deserved it after all, because assuming like that? It just makes an ass out of everybody. Especially the person who said it first. Which was not Vegas. The heat in this city was bad, especially if you were carrying around this hunk of fur like she was. Vegas was not impressed with the pack land however so far; it was nothing much compared to the old pack her mum and boyfriend used to run. Now that was a beauty. Not that Vegas would really know, she had only been there once when her mum was still debating on bringing Vegas along or not. She just figured it would be more of a hassle for her and, to hell with it. She just would leave Vegas out. Vegas was small at the time so it hadn't really effected her, and therefore she was not scarred for life, but it didn't really leave her unmarked. It was hurtful, yes, the girl learned, but Vegas was still young and had plenty of time to find the right person and just settle down. It was no where near soon, because Vegas was just settling into Saddle Creek for that matter. She was not a homey type girl, country, or a very clingy one either. She didn't have feelings for most people, yet some caught her attention.

Vegas chuckled, the husky had caught up to her and quite frankly, she was glad to have to company back again. "Oh, you know me. Waltzed right in because I own this place- like I own their hearts." she replied back, almost truthfully, because she was sure as hell owned by all the males lust. She returned his flirty wink with her own bump from her hips, the male had become a blur in her plans and quite frankly, the morning was becoming more and more foggy. She eyed his body once more as they trotted alongside, smirking silently and ready to confront him. But his next remark caught her off guard, she was surprised he'd even asked, but what could happen if she did? She wouldn't; but she wasn't going to give it off so easily. "Me? Join a pack?" she chuckled, wondering if he was really joking. But no...her ears perked up and a serious expression released onto her sarcastic face, tilting her head just a tiny inch so that it made her even more serious.

Did it work? Nah. It was just for looks anyways. "Of course not! I know, that's why I don't get tied down in one place. I like to wander around. Gives me a better view." She shrugged, really now wondering why he was here if he didn't give a crap about this little pack- or much, really, his father for that point.
Vegas definately knew it would be a damned mistake, and that's why she even questioned herself as to why she was here.


Amount: 730
Notes: Rushed; less than I hoped for. x.x
Muse: Moderate
Tune: Troublemaker - Olly Murs
Tags: Callie w/ Justin <3</sub>