An Empty Sea [open]

[Junkie]

Mud stood there, his eyes scanning over the empty water. The waves came crashing in, distracting his thoughts. The doberman stepped forward, farther and farther away from his pack lands. Was he ready to take his life? No, not today. Dying was the cowards way out, fighting was the honorable option. He was hated by many, loved by few, and respected by everyone in his pack... How could he die with this on his mind. Mud let out a small chuckle. He would never die, and that was the best thing about him. No matter what, he would live on.

The brute's paw touched the crashing waves. He glanced down and stared at the grey water. Thunder rumbled in the distance. He glanced up to see the rain beginning to pour down. Mud growled at the down pour and sat down as a wave crashed over his body. The relentless waves, never ending... He stared out into the vast sea nad wondered what was out there... What was beyond what his eyes could see? Mud heard something. He glanced around to see a figure there. "Hello." He laughed. This waas land where anything could happen... That included attacking.

[Sin]

Why was the trickster out here of all places? The answer was obvious. Looking for a new toy to play with. His last one seemed to get away unfortunately. Ah, yes. He never seemed to have luck with the ladies. Oh well, it seemed he would have to get used to it.

Loki continued his walk torwards the beach when rain started to pour down upon him. His ears lowered and he growled in annoyance. "I hate rain..." He continued forward with determination. Though he hated the rain, it wasn't enough to match his boredom. That's when he caught sight of something ahead. Upon further inspection, he managed to catch the figure of a canine. Was his search over? Technically, yes. He did in fact find someone. But he had a feeling this dog was nothing he was searching for. Hearing his voice proved it.

Annoyed he didn't find his toy, but amused he found someone anyway. Though he heard the dark laugh that probably meant to intimidate him, he wasn't too fazed and replied with a simple and smirking "Hey." His ears were perked and his tail slightly lifted. Loki's fur on the back of his neck bristled as he figured this dog probably wasn't too friendly. 'Figures I run into someone looking for a fight. Today seems to be my lucky day...'

[Junkie]

The other canine smirked and then spoke a simple hey. There was a certain tension in the air. Mud stared into the eyes of this other canine and grinned. Tension made the air thick with fear, and that's what caused the doberman to thrive. His pack was based on a method of fear. The lowest dogs fear everyone, and slowly the fear dwindled into nothing when it reached him... For the brute, it meant everyone feared him, and he feared no one. It was a win win for him, but not the best for all other dogs... Did this stray fear him too?

The male took a step forward. It was time to test that fear. "Do you know who I am?" Mud snarled at the other brute. This mutt was going to learn his fear that surged throughout the town. He had formed the packs, so that gave him the thought that he controlled everyone. His sense of power dominated over everything, including common sense. Mud raised himself up making him seem taller to the other brute, enforcing that fear. He barred his teeth and leaned forward. That moment of pure fear was important when going into a fight... It usually told the winner that he was going to dominate because the other one feared... That's was what the pack leader was attempting to do. So, what was the stray thinking?

[Sin]

When the brute questioned him, Loki tilted his head and thought about it. Loki was never one to pay attention to males. Females were the only one's who managed to achieve that. But he thought he might have recognized him from somewhere. "The way you talk and act makes me think your a pack leader but other than that I have no idea who you are. Perhaps you can clue me in?" he answered with the same smirk. For this attitude he showed towards danger, he was often called a fool. But he just thought, why worry? He had luck on his side! Or at least he claimed that anyway. Perhaps it was luck. The dog has managed to survive so far.

As the dog leaned forward and snarled, Loki stood his ground and just watched. If the dog wanted fear out of him, he would have to do better than that. "I figured you were looking for a fight." He sighed. "I guess I can humor you." He crouched down slightly into a fighting pose, preparing for the brute to strike.

[Junkie]

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/dq2f6u.jpg] So the other brute knew he was a pack leader, that was good enough for him. Mud grinned with an evil smile. "Try the name Mud, and I think since we are sharing, who are you?" The other dog snarled and looked around. How pathetic. All he could manage was a snarl? The brute took a step forward, closing the gap between the two dogs. He lowered his head and let his eyes burn with the fury from his past. Mud let out a low growl, he was looking for a fight, this dog could see his attitude well, and that wasn't always a good thing. So the other brute wanted to humor him? In what ways, and then he saw it. The stranger had crouched down into lunging position. The doberman braced himself for impact. He was going to give himself a feel of being small and weak, which meant that the other dog would see him as an easy target making it easier for him to attack when the moment came. He had given up on the fear method seeing as it hadn't worked, and was now just trying to give the brute false security... The perfect back up plan. "Humor me." OOC; Mud has a huge ego. (:

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Staff; The attack is accepted, and Loki is allowed to attack.