Heaven's A Lie [DAMON/OPEN]

[V.eyron]

Veyron

Veyron’s a curious creature by nature, but this was getting ridiculous.

The German Shepard stood, mid-leg deep in the warm tropical surf, as sturdy as the the earth that spun slowly below her. Her inky pelt was a shock of depressed color compared to the lively blues and greens of the waters around her, making her an atrociously easy intruder to spot. Despite the luminescent brilliance of the afternoon sun, her coat only seemed to pick up the murkiest of shines, like an unpolished and long forgotten shard of onyx stone. Even the sickle shaped splash of white about her neck seemed to be dirty and grayed in the intense sunlight. Dull golden eyes flicking warily about her newest and most profound discovery, sharp ears pinned back against her skull as her intrigue and gut instinct battled it out for dominance.

Laying in a twisted, but mostly preserved, arching pile was the skeletal foundation for...exactly what, Veyron wasn’t sure. It smelled of molded and decaying wood, but held a sharp sweetness of something she couldn’t quite place. It was a confusing thing, this discovery of hers. It smelled like a water-swelled log but appeared to be some hollow burrow of some sort, lashed together by many a tree and carved with numerous pockets and shelves. It was obvious from the great splinters and chips that it was no longer complete, no longer held to a high enough standard to be considered anything of function or worth. Passing her tongue over her scared lips, Veyron trudged forward on an impulse, paws kicking up small clouds of dust and grime as she paddled deeper into the waters. Impulse was quickly replaced with wariness the closer she drew to the soiled wood carcass, rational quick to remind her that just about anything could be lurking it this mysteries dark corners.

Well. Too late for self-preservation, it seemed.

There was a large chunk taken out of the hull of the thing, which with some effort she was able to hoist herself up into, wolfish head ducked and eyes searching for any form of life. Small, gnarled holes had rotted themselves into the curved ceiling, allowing just enough light for the German Shepard to rough out the outlines of those areas further back into the hull. Other than the gentle rock of the waves sliding against wood and the hiss of the sea-foam, the area seemed devoid of anything lively.

She slid into the darkness of the wreckage, inky coat swallowed by the shadows when the sparse light wasn’t near. Nostrils flared at the intensity of the swampy scent, a sharp glance cast over a slim shoulder every few minutes to ensure her solitude. Ducking her head, she peeked between wooden shelves and drawers, fascinated by all that was this great mystery. It was obvious it was crafted by some being, though she had never bared witness to such splendor by canine paw. The idea made her as intrigued as it did nervous. Who could have done this, why? Ducking her paws on a high shelf, she raised on her hackles, straining to see what treasures could lay on up top. There was a faint glow of orange and red, but it was much too far back for her to see it clearly, and she much too unbalanced on two legs to simply stand there. Leaning down and bracing her two front paws on the soft wood, she pulled herself into a jump, jaws snapping as she tilted her head at just the right angle to catch a thick wad of...fur? between her teeth.

Wait. What?

Dropping the item, Veyron found herself staring right into the unnaturally black and beady eyes of a rather slim fox. It was obvious the creature was dead, but the silken texture of it’s pelt left her confused, and the lack of a sickening smell of decomposition left her frustrated. It was almost as if it never had been given life in the first place, just a skin without flesh, and flesh without a soul.

What was going on?

[alaska]

-Damon-

The large German shepherd prowled helplessly around his new hunting grounds, although he had decided not to mark it... Not yet.
His paws seemed to guide him over the same trails over and over, wishing he could find something to put his mind to use. On the 6th time around, the sun was bright and glarig brightly on his back; then he noticed it.
As clear as th broad daylight; he saw another dog. Dog. Possible threat. Eat his food. Challenger
. At this time, Damon had not yet noticed it was a female.
Quickly but quietly, he snuck over behind it, his back aching from not enough exercise. It was more like it was so excited and thrilled that he was back to his old self. Wrong. Damon pinned his ears and watched the female very carefully, as she played with a dead fox. Fox? Hey! That was his kill! Suddenly and out from nowhere, the shepherd's protective instant took the better of him, and he jumped on her, flipping her over and pinning her with ease. Female?
"Your.. Your a girl?" he snarled, mad at his stupid instincts. A girl!! She couldn't do anything to him! "You idiot!" he snarled under his breath, getting off the other dog.
In his head, he was fist-fighting his left and righ side of the brain, which was probably very immature, but if you looked at it this way...
First, females were his only way of reproduction.
Second, his idiotic side said it was a challenger.
Third, if she was suddenly felt threatened, she would run away.
Shall I go on?
After a while, he turned back around to see the female's reaction to his bold behavior, surely, she would not leave without some kind of explanation. Actually... Brilliant!
Before Veryon coils react, he quickly leaped over to face her other side, his fur bristled, making the large mutt look gigantic. He narrowed his eyes, watching her every move.
She would not get away without a talk. No way.

[V.eyron]

OOC: The fox was meant to just be a plush toy, but this is cool too. xD Sorry for the crappy post, by the way. I'll do better next round.


VEYRON


Veyron felt like her very skin was on fire.

One moment she was tinkering around with the tiny foxes body, simply nudging it with a black paw, ideas and conspiracies haphazardly being tossed about in her skull. The next moment was something of a blur, a flash of tan fur and white teeth. In her surprise she was pinned to the wooden boards below, her head spinning and back aching from the sudden blow. Then there was fire. She could feel the heat of the males larger form over her own, could sense the rush of his breath and the sharpness of his nails against her hide. The German Shepard couldn’t recall the last time she had felt the touch, violent or otherwise, of another canine and this was a hell of a way to remember exactly why that was. She felt violated. Her skin crawled, muscles contracted and spine arching painfully as panic strangled her rational with a vice-grip. It was all too much at once, too many sensations, too much surprise. She was much more panicked by the sudden intrusion of her personal space than whether or not this male truly meant her harm. His harsh words all but lost on the tense female, who was too busy suffocating in her own malevolent isolation.

It was just too much for her to handle.

The surprised guest had swiftly separated himself from her before her brain kicked back into action, demanding blood from whatever savage bastard caused her such distress, such an onslaught of panic and pain. She was quick on her feet, nostrils flaring and scared lips drawn back into a unforgiving snarl. Veyron could smell his disgusting musk that marked him as male, and it made sense. Males always thought themselves entitled and above the the rest, thoughts driven by their ignorant stupidity and raging need to fuck whatever they could stick it in. Hatred.

Her onyx coat bristled, hackles raised as golden eyes narrowed on the guilty ignoramus. Veyron hated him and this panic he had unknowing caused. Fighting was a second nature to her, she had no fear in reaping life, no regret in removing an obstacle from her path. And he would pay in blood and bone. Slim form tensed before her lunge, jaws snapping with a sicking savageness and they searched for flesh.

He would pay dearly.

[alaska]

OOC: oh! I'm sorry! I did t know.

Damon

The male quickly came to his feet, waking from this dream. He should be more caref with the females he chooses to pounce on. Well, it wasn't really his fault... She was messing with something that was his. Therefore, he had a right. Watching at she body became more tense, Damon suddenly got a guilt feeling, and he hated it. She turned to him like a dog from hell, ready to kill it's prey.
But, Damon was not going to let himself became this female's prey. Not yet. Quickly he picked up his tail, and perked his ears forward and mouth closed, his body language speaking for himself. He was not going to harm her, he actually wanted to get to know this interesting dog. He could see her hatred towards him... What had he done now?
Damon was usually not the type to back downs from a fight, unless badly wounded or unit death itself was near. His immediate instinct was to react to aggression, but in this case, he had to control himself.
Every nerve in his body was telling him different things, some shaking with fear. Pfft... This small fea couldn't do mug harm to him, he was a lot bigger, stronger and well fed.
Now Damon was not the one to underestimate females. He had his lesson before.
Females were... Well.... Female.
If there was one thing Danon hates, was when a pretty girl turned out to be one of those boy-crazy flirtaholic thing. Insane.
So, to make sure she understood him correctly, Damon elected speaking.
"Who are you?"

[V.eyron]

OOC: No, no, don’t be. I didn’t do a very good job at explaining it. My bad. xD

VEYRON


Veyron was seething. This male had seen it fit to not only bum-rush her in an unmarked, therefore an unclaimed territory, but then back peddle and attempt to act as if it was all just a big misunderstanding. A look of guilt crossed his handsome features, apparently just coming to the realization of the turmoil he caused. His posture relaxed, head slightly bowed in a non-threatening gesture. He wanted her to know he meant no harm, was as startled as she was. Bullshit. Males somehow got it in their thick skulls that they were impervious to the more docile gender, that their slimmer frames and lighter voices equated to an inability to be the more dominating presence. This air of cockiness was as suffocating as it was enraging. The German Shepard asked who she was, now the perfect picture of curious and calm to her sudden appearance.

She added extra pressure to her snarl at his question, lips pulled back to showcase her impressive pair of canines. Veyron didn’t give a shit about small talk, she just wanted to tear his throat out. Her skin still crawled from the heat of his presence. Ever since she was nothing but a slip of a thing, she had the most peculiar sense of personal space. She would only very rarely let anyone come close to her, and even less often would they be allowed to law a hair on her. It was too much of a sensory overload for her to stand. Once Veyron was startled, it was increasingly difficult to manage her nervous tendencies.

She wouldn’t know up from down. Left from right.

The dark fur along her back stood on edge, bristling with fury as her golden eyes held a neurotic intensity. This male was trying to fuck with her head, she could tell, they all did. Any rational thoughts were drowned out by the rush of blood in her ears, the skittering of her erratic heartbeat. Veyron, pushed herself forward on a whim, lungeing towards the other Shepard with malice intent. Jaws snapped as she drew close, searching for flesh and bone.

[alaska]

Damon

Her sudden lunge was enough for Damon to react with anger. The male had graced the other dog, and she had denied it. He was no longer in a welcoming stance as he got ready for her attack. His fur bristled and claws dug into the ground, his lip curling showing his massive canines. He turned and snapped back, snarling, he picked up a paw and hit her on the back. His ears were in-between pinned and alert, so he could hear better and show his aggressiveness. He was pissed. At her, himself... And mainly... The fact that girls were so stubborn and aggressive.
Damon narrowed his eyes, watching her very closely. She seemed to be hurting.. Or maybe it was just him. She probably didn't have good experience with other males, just as he'd expected. Growling louder, Damon felt an urge to be dominant over this dog, although it could cost him skin and flesh, he would do it. It was his stubbornness of his breed, always wanting to be the leader. And that what he was going to get.

He shut his mouth of words, he was not speaking until she spoke. Fury rose in the brute's throat, eager to fight and win. She would be put in her place. Right? Damon watched her next move, thinking of a response he would make. He snapped at her, so close he could really bite if he wanted to. But Damon didnt really want to hurt her badly, just enough to.. To... Well, he wasn't sure yet.

[V.eyron]

OOC: N/A

VEYRON


Veyron’s head wasn’t in the zone for this. Normally she loved to fight, loved to have some kind of tangible outlet she could let her anxieties drain out from. But this, this was different. She had been terribly surprised, her chest heaving with such force that her lungs ached from the effort and her ribs felt splintered and bowed. She didn’t want this. It was obvious the that her current target didn’t either. He had tried to back out to give her a chance to avoid this unnecessary harm, but she had been too startled and out of her wits to do anything but fall back on her primal instincts. Her temper was too aggressive and walked just too thin of a line to be kept properly in check. This is so fucked. Unfortunately enough for her, she realized this in mid-lunge at the tense male before her. From the corner of a golden eye, she could see his raised paw, but it was too late for her to make any definitive move against the attack. Chipped nails sliced across her haunches with a sickening slither and snap of skin. She gritted her teeth together to hold in a rumble of pain. There was no way in hell she would let this baboon the pleasure of knowing her discomfort.

Veyron pushed her frame down towards the rotted wooden floor under his wide paw, waiting until just right moment to slip from under it, when his nails had been retracted from her back just long enough to be unhooked from the tender skin there. She spun on her heel, turning to snap her jaws at the ruff of loose skin and fur just behind his neck. Regardless if she was successful, the black German Shepard threw her body weight into a hip check, attempting to pin him up against splintering wood wall behind him. She needed distance if she was to clear her mind enough to formulate a sentence, and she needed it now. Rationality was hanging for dear life on a last thread. Releasing or simply jumping away, the canine pushed herself back into the shadows of the ships hull, swampy golden eyes locked onto his at all times, tense paws moving her blindly backwards. Her lips still pulled into a snarl, but the unforgiving malice they once held was now replaced with a solemn wariness and a heaving chest. With a dull thud her backend met the timber wall, her back tingling painfully from her open wound, but she remained standing tall and strong.

She flared her nostrils, ears pinned back as she watched carefully for any sign of retaliation. Her tongue flicked from between her scarred lips before she spoke, “I...” she paused, clearly lost for exactly what to say as she fought to keep the venom from her words, “never meant for any of this to happen.” Veyron was never particularly gifted in the ways of social...well, anything. But, she spoke exactly how she perceived things. Only, her perception had always been a massive tangle of half-felt emotions and a mute sense of being.

[alaska]

D A M O N

A small smile slowly spread across Damon's face when she talked. He grinned, slowly padding over to her, head bent down to her level. "Well now, look who decided to open her hellish little mouth.." [/color] he joked, nudging her wound gently. He then turned back to her with his look of conern. "Are you okay? It looks pretty banged up..." [/color] his tail straightened up into a tight curl. His mind went bazerk with questions about her, who she was, and what she was doing here.

"Here, lemme put pressure on it....." [/color] he demanded, looking around anxiously for something to assist him in this manner. Suddenly, a fierce howl ran out through the woods, shaking the only hopes of helping this female survive. Damon was stunned. No other dog or wolf was near his terrain, he had checked numberless times.
"..... Oh crap. [/color] Damon quickly spun around, eyes huge and heart beating. The female was in big trouble. If she didn't get out of here, the small pack would find her and kill her, being useless. "We have to gt out of here, now. C'mon, we need to hurry." [/color] he commanded to her, padding helplessly around her; trying to find someway to get her up-or maybe she was fine. She was putting on a good act....