The Demon in Your View--QUINN

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I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull



Heavy paws thudded down on the dirt, black claws gripping in. They shone black in the full moonlight, breaking through the low lying fog. Moloch had arrived in Saddle Creek. The Tibetan mastiff strode into the trailer camp with his head held high. His thick mane of black fur rustled in the night breeze as amber eyes surveyed the land in front of him. The trailer camp was a desolate place, but with many buildings that served as great shelter. He wanted it.

The large dog descended down the slight hill in front of him, one hundred and thirty pound mass moving with silent predatory ease. His black fur matched the night sky above him as he journeyed down into the hollow of collapsed and knocked aside trailers. He swung his large head down to snuffle at the ground. There didn't seem to be any sign of life. He snorted and huffed. Good.


Moloch trotted onwards, exploring the ring of buildings. There was an odd number of them scattered around. He tilted his head as he came to a blue-gray house. It was knocked on its' side from the latest storm. It was in the middle of the other trailers, the center. It seemed to rest up higher and from the front porch, Moloch could see all the houses. Even straight into some of them. Moloch swung his large head into the shattered door. He felt no fear as he ventured into the depths of the cavern. If anything was in there, he could deal with it just fine. In fact, there was no doubting the brute thought highly of himself. His very presence was demanding as he sauntered and stomped forward, mass swaying.


The area inside the trailer was a strange and almost macabre land. Moloch was standing on the cabinets doors, head snuffling through the long-ago raided cupboards. He walked on, wood creaking as his body moved along the kitchen cabinets until he came to the busted window that marked where the living room section began.


It was a small trailer, and the inside was smaller still. Moloch's mass bumped against fallen sofas and blankets. It wasn't long before he managed to push everything into a giant dog bed. He immediately claimed it as his own and then escaped the bowels of the house to emerge and do the same to the other houses.
He didn't care if the houses were or weren't claimed. He had found no evidence of other dogs owning the land, so if they did it was now quickly they had. Moloch hunkered down in the middle of the trailers with a wide smile on his handsome face.


He figured this place would do. It was a good place for shelter, even though prey seemed sparse. That was alright with him. By the time the pack he planned on creating was ready, he would have at least a couple dogs devoted solely to feeding him.


Oh yes, Moloch couldn't wait until his lovers and friends and family joined him. He had left Kansas because the dogs there hadn't been hardy enough. They had buckled under what he had demanded, even though it had been for their own good. If is family and friends and lovers couldn't repay what he had done for them, Moloch was very good at either devouring them in payment or leaving them in the dust.

In Kansas, he had done both.


Words: 550
Notes: A bit strange cause I'm introducing him.
Muse: Exploding!
Tags: Quinn with Rin;;

I'm a dagger in your back
And an extra turn upon the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start



I pledge my allegiance to all things dark. And I promise on my damned soul. To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub. Has never seen a soldier quite like me. Not only does his job, but does it happily.

[Haiku]

Rin shifted among the shadows, low to the ground and slow moving. The juices of rat still lingered on her lips - a meal she'd eaten not moments ago - and she swiped her tongue to rid herself of the last morsels. When she did find food, Rin always took the opportunity but there wasn't much in such a run-down, dead town. She knew well that people had once inhabited it - but she had never seem them. With the way things were and had become, she likely never would.
She imagined that it would be easier with them about. She knew they gave out food willingly, no chasing or fighting. The thrill of the hunt, she would have missed, but to do so for sport instead of survival? It seemed heavenly.

Her mind filled with thoughts about this world - so foreign to her. It seemed brighter and warmer and though she could not quite picture it, she thought she might have liked it.

The night was cold, as was customary in the desert, and the stars above shone like diamonds against an inky backdrop. The moon was covered mostly in cloud, the night did not seem to be willing to allow it to shine. Darkness consumed everything and the young female was not paying attention - the first trailer came out of nowhere. She had to pull up short as it appeared a small distance from her nose. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, at first, but she soon sighted the others, too. There was a cluster of them, almost like dens.

Ears pricked, she proceeded with caution. Her posture was stiff, her movement wary as she made her way to the first trailer. She poked only her nose inside and as the scent hit her, she quickly chose not to enter. Back tracking, analyzing the overwhelming scent, she turned and headed deeper in - hoping to make it to the other side. The scent had been male and extremely new. Whoever they were, they were close - and more than confident.
Hackles raised ever slightly, she slunk carefully through the upturned cars and shattered glass. Sharp amber eyes darted back and forth, keen to take in everything - and missing the most important thing of all, right in front of her.

She almost ran into the behemoth - jolting backward just before her nose touched his thick coat, she stumbled over her own paws and regained her balance clumsily. He was difficult to see with his dark coat, but the smell of him hit her like a lead brick. He was the one who had been in the trailer - he was the one who had been all over. Nervous but unwilling to run, she stood her ground and stared coldly, suspiciously at the male - the hair along her shoulders rigid and her painfully smaller body tensed against whatever reaction this male might have to her intrusion.

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I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull



Moloch liked the dark. He liked it better still when the night became chiller, like now, where his breath hung out in front of him like fog. The brute sat as still and appeared little more than a builder or another piece of debris that had been scattered by the last storm. A silent guardian on a hill. The Tibetan mastiff knew it came from his bloodline, this ability to stare into the abyss of the silent night and not see anything frightening stare back. He could endure the coldest nights with nary a blink of his ever-watching amber eyes.

So he knew immediately when the intruder came. He almost barked on instinct, the cacophonous sound getting lodged in his massive throat as he held back. It was his territory the intruder had come upon, it belonged to him and his family. But of course, he had yet to form one. So he held off, forcing muscles that had twitched back into stillness. His giant head moved once, following the form as the dog moved about.

Even from this far away, his guardian eyes sparked with amusement when the canine came across his scent marker. He was surprised when they diverted their path towards him. Could they not see him? The canine slunk stealthily, in a way Moloch had never tried to master. He had no use for sneakiness. Why bother when he could just shove others out of his way?

The canine moved through the debris with grace; warily keep an eye on the trailer they evidently thought he was residing in. He figured by the form the dog was some type of shepherd. Back slung low and built tall, though not as tall as he was. He was immediately interested as the dog got closer to him. Dutch shepherd, if his eyes served him right. Lighter and faster than the German ones, they were nonetheless still good protectors in his experience, as well as versatile hunters. He wouldn’t mind such an addition to his pack.

And then he picked up the scent. Female. A smile split his face. He wasn’t particular at all when it came to family, as long as they were purebred and up to his standards. But he had a soft spot for femmes like this one, the ones with enough internal strength to fight. Because Moloch knew half the battle was always in the mind.

But apparently, not good watchdog eyes. She stumbled over her own feet when she got to close. Moloch simply waited a moment, a solemn expression on his handsome face. She regained her balance and stared back at him coldly. It was odd, the reaction, and coupled with the hair rising up on her back, it was a very interesting one. He liked it.

He didn’t respond visibly at first, besides the humble expression. Then he stood, bringing himself to his over two foot tall height. Mane sufficiently puffed by the wind, he looked down at the femme. “It’s not wise to enter another’s territory.” He said with a faint smile, looking down on her with an amused gaze. “What if I had a pack at my command? Such a fate shouldn’t befall a beauty like you.”

He hunkered down onto his haunches, nearly at eye-level with her. He knew how to make others comfortable with his presence. The kind look his eyes always emitted served him well. The sincerity in his words was never faked and now he kept his stance dominant but not overbearing. It was in the tilt of his head, the posture in his tail. He was the leader in any situation. It was natural.

“I am Moloch. Who might my visitor be?”


I'm a dagger in your back
And an extra turn upon the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start
Words: 626
Notes: This should be fun.
Muse: Exploding!
Tags: Quinn with Rin;;




I pledge my allegiance to all things dark. And I promise on my damned soul. To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub. Has never seen a soldier quite like me. Not only does his job, but does it happily.