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Post by Jato on Apr 9, 2012 6:04:20 GMT -8
Volker virusrising.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=tryouts&action=display&thread=187&page=1
Action
Thinking
"Speaking."
"Take a left down that alleyway."
"That one?"
"Yeah, careful now or we'll damage the cargo."
Large paws braced themselves as the metal crate slid across the back of the ute. The canine's muzzle skid cautiously across the metal flooring, black nose slowly lifting up the heavy cloth which covered his cage from sight. His snout slid through the bars of the cage, bare muscle lightly brushing the iron as he turned his nose skyward. The air was cold and crisp in the dead of night, and the scene would've been silent if it weren't for the sound of the vehicle humming down the city street. Volker's body moved up with the crate as the car drove over a speed bump, cursing aloud as the top of his head collided with the iron roof. After recovering from being momentarily stunned, he realised the car had stopped moving. Lifting the edge of the sheet with his black nose, his yellow irises peered out from beneath the grey fabric. From what his failing left eye could tell, it was your stereotypical dark alleyway, rank with garbage cans, dead ends, low lighting... Same old same old. What he was more curious about was where these two incompetent humans were taking the canine. Probably to another fighting ring... Or maybe they were selling him... And maybe, just maybe... They'd be stupid enough to open his cage and he'd get to sink his fangs into their... Anything. Just the thought of the warm, metallic taste of blood dripping onto his tongue was enough to send a shockwave of exhilaration rippling through his rather frail body. He found himself circling to the left, an old habit of his that he made a note to break, as the two men exited the vehicle.
"... What's it doing?"
"I don't know. Just fix the cloth and we'll go check out the new ring," as the man leant forward to adjust the fabric to hide the steel blue animal beneath, Volker continued spinning as though he weren't paying attention. The moment the hand met metal, his teeth met flesh. The Malinois mutt's canines sank into his hand and the two stood frozen for a second, the yellow and black eyes of the Infected dog meeting those of the human who had yet to comprehend what was happening. Wrenching his jaws closed, he proceeded to 'bite and shake', the... Staple attack of dog kind. He pulled the man's arm in and shook not just his head but his entire body, jerking this way and that with the sole intention of ripping the arm from its socket. That and eating it of course. He was feeling a tad peckish.
Before the man hand a chance to cry out in pain, his partner shoved his hands over his mouth in an attempt to keep him as quiet as possible.
"Shut up, what if somewhere hears us! You stupid dog..." The human hissed, trying to pull his friend from Volker's grasp while feeling around the pickup truck for some type of weapon. The man managed to get a hold of a rusted crowbar and poking it awkwardly through the bars, managed to jab the dog where he was certain it would hurt; the left side of his face, or rather what was left of it. The pain of having iron scratch the bone of his lower jaw and several loose blood vessels was enough to loosen the mixed breed's grip and enough for the humans to pull the arm out.
Rather than become angry at his failed attempt at a meal, he found this rather amusing. He lay back down, tail swishing happily from side to side and laughing aloud at the excruciating pain on the human's face. Jaws rushing forward, he fastened them around the bars, snickering and snarling madly as though trying to escape.
The two humans rushed inside the nearest door, his new supposed home for the next few months. Probably to get medical help but Volker new it was futile. This gift the earth had given him would soon take a hold of that human and he'd feel a fraction of the pain the blue mutt once endured. For now, the male was content with just the fact that he'd dealt with another one of the earth's vermin and settled down a little, white tongue lapping up the pool of blood that had formed around his large paws.
((Not too happy with Volker's first post but you guys get the idea XP)) |
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Post by snowest on Apr 9, 2012 19:00:53 GMT -8
virusrising.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=tryouts&action=display&thread=52For a while Marie had been trailing the van as it moved down the rode. Why, she wasn't exactly sure. Perhaps it was the odd smell, or maybe the thought of perhaps having some humans to prey on. She hated those things. The memories pertaining as to why were too fogged to know why though. Two mysteries. AT least one would be solved today. Keeping up easily with the slow car, Marie followed it into an alley. Ducking behind a trash can she watched as two humans got out. Snarling quietly her eyes recorded their movements. Only two, she could easily over-power them and rip them apart. Marie's mouth began salivating at the thought. How easy it was to kill these beings. Before she could dash out and end their existence, the men opened the car trunk and Marie caught a smell. It was the one she had been unknowingly following. Now that the barrier was removed, the scent was free to waft about. Taking in a deep draft of air Marie analyzed the smell. It was a dog, male, and infected. The smell was unmistakeable. Marie's eyes sought out the creature within the car, and studied it. It was very thin, obviously malnourished. His fur was a blue-grey. The dog's most defining feature, however, was the left side of his face. Skin and even flesh was ripped from the bone. Marie stared, she had only seen such wounds on dead animals. Briefly Marie wondered how he had gotten such wounds, and then he was attacking the human. The scent of its blood almost drove her to attack, but now the other human had a weapon. Damn. The humans made the dog let go, and the dog seemed rather amused. He sat and laughed at the human. Suddenly he dashed forwards and tried to break the bars, scaring the humans into the building. He calmed and began drinking the human's blood. Classic infected behavior, violent and erratic. Smiling Marie stepped out from behind the trash can. Padding forward she was silent. Sniffing at the blood that had spilled out of the car she said curiously, "Stupid humans."She might have said more, but the blood was too tempting. Rubbing her head into it Marie smeared the blood into her fur. It smelled delicious. She would have to attack a human tonight, she was starving for their taste. Looking up at the male she grinned at him, showing off her yellowed teeth. With blood smeared onto her face and a crazed look in her eyes, to an uninfected Marie probably would have been fearsome looking. Let the male talk if he wanted to keep her otherwise Marie's blood lust would pull her away. ((Blah, I cannot type a long post no matter how hard I try ))
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Post by Jato on Apr 10, 2012 7:12:36 GMT -8
"Hehehe... Wonderful isn't it? The wonderful taste of human blood caressing your tongue. There's nothing like the taste of human blood. Then again certain humans have different tasting blood," he began to talk to her but halfway through he got distracted by a spot of flesh stuck right between his eyes. He also thought about his last statement for a second or two. He did find that children had a different taste compared to adults. And that humans that had an addiction to a certain drink (it wasn't uncommon to see them consuming "booze" while enjoying a dog fight).
Pawing the chunk of flesh off with his severely scarred left foot he turned his attention to the female before him. Ahh, a wolfdog. Annoyingly sharp fangs and strong jaws although not as quick to give up their own lives for the sake of a good fight in comparison to a Pit. He noted, having fought a couple that were being used as experimental fighting dogs. They usually lacked the will to continue fighting unlike most fighting dogs that wouldn't think twice about fighting to the death. Having cleaned his surroundings of any remaining 'dinner' Volker lay down on his side, left side down and nose touching the bars. Yellow eyes swept curiously over the black and grey wolfdog. First off, she was obviously Infected so this meant he had no reason to try and trick her into getting bitten. She was an impressive female, built well and would easily over power him in a fight. Afterall, he was a fragile and lithe creature who only won fights through his unpredictable method of fighting and confusing the fighting dogs he knew so well (It wasn't a very a difficult thing to do, it was simply a matter of evading their moves and biting and slashing until they bled to death). How much of her mind was taken over by the Virus he wasn't too sure. That he could more than likely find out soon enough.
"So what's a pretty little thing like you doing out at this hour?" The blue dog asked casually, flicking his shepherdy tail back and forth.
"A late night snack I assume? Don't bother following those two, there's nothing but guns, bludgeons and dogs waiting on the otherside of that door. Not to mention more humans. Disgusting creatures the lot of them," he finished his comment with a wide yawn, flattening his large, feathery ears against his skull. He drew a paw forward, lightly batting at the padlock on his metal cage. Several bite marks were etched into the metal, a few more tries and he was sure he'd be able to get it open if he could hook his fangs in the keyhole just right. For now though he simply couldn't be bothered.
"Easy there tiger, no one's gonna steal your meal. And if dumb and dumber come back I doubt they'd be expecting you. Hmm... Wouldn't that be nice," he chuckled quietly at the thought of a possible bloodbath. Blood and guts~ Cuts and bruises~ Fangs and flesh~ Screams of agony, their heart beat racing so hard that more blood comes gushing out of their bite wounds! I love a good massacre, isn't it just wonderful?! Hehehehahahaha! His soft chuckle soon snowballed into a full blown laughing fit, the Malinois mix rolling over with his paws thrashing in the air wildly before he stopped mid laugh for apparently no reason whatsoever. Rolling back over onto his stomach, he lay with his head flat on the ground and watching the dark wolfdog as though nothing had just happened.
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Post by snowest on Apr 10, 2012 8:50:27 GMT -8
Well obviously the dog liked blood as much as she did, perhaps more. Her concentration was drawn back to the male, and she watched him remove a chunk of flesh. He looked at her and was studying Marie, so she decided to study him a bit more too. There didn't seem to be much special about him, just an infected. He could do with a meal though. She could easily beat him.
Waving his tail he asked what all males seemed to ask. Snorting Marie listened as he rambled on. Talked a bit much didn't he?
"Tasty though."
Marie noticed him looking at the lock to his cage. The thing was beat up, could probably be opened pretty easily now. She was still looking at it when the male remarked about the two men, and began laughing. Marie joined in, and kept laughing after he stopped. His sudden stop didn't surprise her. Slowly she stopped laughing, and contemplated leaving and finding a dog to eat, but the infected's gaze drew her back. Matching his gaze she started at him, almost glaring. Perhaps testing him to see if he would look away, perhaps not.
"Why are you in a cage?" And what would you do to get out?
((don't have enough time to post good, sorry X) ))
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Post by Jato on Apr 11, 2012 5:05:54 GMT -8
The male returned her gaze with a slight look of fake innocence. His head was tilted slightly to the left, eyes wide and curious and imitating the expression on the faces of new puppies when they were first shoved into a ring with a bait dog.
"Why am I in this cage?" Volker repeated her question, a quizzical look on his face. The reason why seemed rather obvious... Only moments ago he had rendered a man's hand useless and soon enough the disease would take the human's life. But then again, maybe it wasn't that question exactly she wanted an answer to. Eh, why not... It's not everyday I get to have a decent conversation with an intelligent being.
"You ever been to a fighting ring, miss? It's a simple 'human' sport really, two dogs go in, one comes out... If you can still call them a whole dog after a fight..." he paused for a moment, stretching his front legs forwards (and cracking several stiff muscles in the process) before scratching an annoying itch behind his ear.
"Anyway, I'm sure you know that fighting dogs love for attacking their fellow canines. However, fighting dogs are not human aggressive and really never should be. As such, these humans don't know how to handle a creature hell bent on killing them and figure it's easier to reduce said creature's movement and freedom," he finished. The steel coloured dog really couldn't seem to stay still today and by the end of his little speech had begun circling again, from someone else's point of view he probably looked determined to try and bite the fluffy tuft at the end of his tail.
"The moral of that story is basically this; humans are never to be trusted. It's about time we stopped looking at them as friend and beginning to see them as easy prey. Speaking of which, I'd like your opinion on this matter if you don't mind me asking. Street life, relatively simple of you've got a good head on your shoulders or am I better off being 'fed' by these incompetent fools," he was strangely talkative today. More than likely it was the lack of canine contact that was driving him to babble on and this poor female was feeling the brunt of his attack.
((Writer's block D; -fills posts with dialogue to make it seem like more- Lol...)) |
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Post by snowest on Apr 11, 2012 14:49:37 GMT -8
((A sound plan  )) Curiously the male attempted to fake curiosity. Weird, but the virus could make you do strange things. They had just laughed crazily not a few moments before. Marie watched as he seemed to consider her question, then begin talking. He asked if she had been in a fighting ring. No she hadn't, but he was already talking again. Boy did he talk a lot. He talked about some things that confused her, or maybe it was just the way he said them. But she didn't really care. If he didn't stop talking she was going to leave, the male was practically talking her ear off! Marie noticed that he was circling, as if trying to get his tail. Weird, again. And he talked a bit more. Windbag. Apparently he wanted to know what street life was like. "Why would you even trust a human anyways. All they're good for is to kill, I agree." she snarled. "Street life eh? You're infected, the street is yours. Cowardly uninfected hide in the sewers. Soon we will attack them."The though of Katzbalgner's coming attack brought a savage grin to Marie's face. Soon they would either kill or infect all those cowards. She couldn't wait. Perhaps this dog here could be of use. Marie studied the lock again. If she could do it right, it would open. |
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Post by Jato on Apr 13, 2012 7:41:38 GMT -8
"It might be a bit hard for you to understand since you're mostly wolf but most dogs don't have a choice in the matter. They're born trustful of humans. It's nice having some wild dog in your bloodline to knock some sense in you though," he said, still circling somewhat but at a slightly slower pace, even stopping almost to emphasis certain words. This really was an annoying habit. It might have helped him back when he was a bait dog but it was of no use to him now. Theoretically it wasn't too hard, mind over matter! He just needed to stop. Now. Or now. Or maybe another circle. No the next round...
The male listened on as she spoke, scarred ear twitching slightly. Well I don't blame them for being scared. The virus afterall is a disease and one that will ultimately kill them... Nevertheless it's for the better. All those not yet infected must be converted and then sent to 'clean up' the human population. The main problem he had with street life was the attention he'd attract, any animal with a good nose could detect the smell of ripped flesh from metres away. How would he get his fill of meat? If they all lived in the sewers, it would be hard to attack one without alerting the others...
"? And who might 'we' be?" Volker questioned, genuinely curious this time. From the sounds of it there was a fair number of dogs in the sewers. And therefore a fair number of dogs would be needed to attack them... How on earth could any dog handle that many infecteds?! Wouldn't they well... eat each other? Strangely, the thought made him chuckle a little. With a large enough 'pack' they'd be able to wipe out this city in a matter of days.
The blue canine noticed her eyes drifting towards the lock on his cage. Sharp, glistening white teeth had already worn it down significantly over the course of the trip. It had been a great way to sharpen and polish his fangs (as well as the exposed bone along the front of his jaws) as well as wear down the padlock. By now though he'd lost interest in trying to escape. He was still debating whether or not life on the streets was better than here. Since his 'promotion' from bait dog to fighting dog, his quality of life has improved, even if by a small margin.
"If a sickly guy like me can break it, you'd snap it like a twig," he yawned, by now having stopped his circling and instead using his back paw to scratch the right underside of his bottom jaw, and avoiding the many veins and stitches just a few centimetres away. She certainly could break it, she obviously had stronger jaws than him (with or without a slightly torn jaw muscle). He did have American Pitbull terrier in him but that was too far back for it to show too much in his build, speed and agility were his main forms of defense. That and the fact that lost of his opponents were way too predictable.
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