FEEL the .pain. *rhode*

[Evkav]

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It was dark on the streets of Harthorn as a femme treaded with great caution. She knew where she was trying to get to; it was the best spot to find new members. Mercy had sent her out again that day, they needed more dogs fast. They were so close to bringing in a full on war against the Demerons. But they deserved it. Judge had killed Romeo, Mercy’s mate. Revenge was just the way dogs worked; you went after revenge no matter what. Love did crazy things to canines, especially in Harthorn.

The diner wasn’t far from where she was currently. It was just down the street and across the road. There were few cars out but in one of the houses on the parallel road it looked as though some kind of function was on. The humans were known for having huge gatherings where they drank strange liquids that made them crazy and they jumped up and down to loud banging noises. It was quite weird, hearing that kind of thing for a dog.

As Celeste rounded the next corner she dashed across the road, barely missing a small buggy. She growled and walked to the side street next to the diner. She knew lots of dogs liked to hang out in the dumpsters there. It was weird being there at night though, when the owners weren’t around. Usually the old couple would pass out food to starving strays. It was nice to know that some humans could be trusted in Harthorn, even if it was only two.

Ear pricked as the fae walked up to the nearest dumpster. She couldn’t hear or smell anything that resembled a dog. “I guess I’ll just wait then,” she whispered to herself. Sitting down on the nearest cardboard box she looked out at the road. Every now and then she would see a car go past. “So quick they are,” she said as another rushed by. She had never been in a car before, and little did she know of the pain they could cause going at those speeds.

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Rhode
Sometimes I feel like I'm from another world,
And everything I want in life seems impossible.

The gash on his chest was slowly healing leaving a light pink scar across his white splashed chest. His coat was a dark red color; his pelt was short and coped well with the summer heat. Autumn was coming he could feel it in the air the way the leaves were starting to change color. Detox would be pissed if she found out he was running around on his freshly healed wound but he had to get back in to shape. Somehow the black shepherd had managed to work her way in to his heart he had grown fond of her. He wasn’t willing to call it love but he did care for her. Rhode was slow to develop feelings for others. Sure he’d act like your friend but it was rare that he really liked someone. He only loved two dogs. They were his sons and he had to leave them in the labs. The whole reason he was behind schedule was because he had attempted to get them with little more than a spur of the moment plan. It hadn’t worked out well for him. Detox had forced him to rest, relax and take it easy even when every fiber in his body wanted to burst in to the labs and free his pups. Restless he had decided to leave the area he was confined to and see if he could meet anyone. Make some friends to take his mind off of what a horrible failure he was.

Rhode was a nice looking dog. He was tall and muscular in a lean marathon runner kind of way. The majority of his coat was a light wheaton red he had a large white slosh across his chest. Possessing an angular face he looked like he was born and bred royalty when in reality he had been bred in a small, cramped wire cage and sold to the lab when he was a year old. That was where his two children were born. He had to leave them and their mother behind and he sincerely and deeply regretted it. Rhode pushed it out of his mind and focused his pure black eyes on the road in front of him. He caught the scent of food and followed it. He ended up behind a dinner a small elk hound looking female not far from him. Rhode gave her a once over and decided she wasn’t worth it. Something about Detox made him reluctant to stray even though they were barely friends. “Hey. I’m Rhode.” What was it about tonight that made him play the gentleman? Rhode was far from it he was the first to whistle out a cat call and yell he’d tap that. At the moment all he wanted was a friend, someone with no strings attached. Rhode didn’t want to have more pups when he could barely take care of what he had and that was what a fling could bring. It wasn’t worth it.

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Looking up as a large dog approached the femme let a smile grace her maw. He certainly didn’t look threatening, to her at least. The brute was significantly taller than her and his coat was a rusty colour, in contrast to her mix of greys. There was a scar across his front chest that covered a white shade of pelt. His maw was long and he looked nice enough. Jumping off her crate she listened as the brute spoke. He introduced himself and it seemed like he just wanted some company. He didn’t sound at all like the brutes that normally hung around Harthorn and, maybe this one could be trusted.

Shaking herself out she regarded the brute before deciding he could be trusted. “Nice to meet you, I’m Celeste,” she barked happily in her chirpy voice. Sitting back on her rump she wondered what the brute was doing out here. She certainly had a plan but did he even know that the old couple wouldn’t be here at night? Maybe he was hoping to get some scraps from the dumpsters. Or perhaps he was looking for a pack. Any of these were perfectly good explanations but she couldn’t seem to figure out which was correct. Maybe none of them were and she had missed the real one. Oh well, she would find that out soon enough.

A small wind blew and a scent moved downwind from the brute to the fae. As soon as she caught it she knew exactly where he had been. He was a daemon; he had the clear smell on him. She was in Celes and so she had lived with daemons for a very long time and was able to pick up the scent easily. She herself was not a daemon but she was still welcome among that pack. Sometimes she thought she should have joined the Paladins instead but she liked Mercy too much. Her Alphess was sweet and kind to everyone and so Celeste had stayed. This made her wonder what pack the brute was in; he didn’t seem to have any pack smells about him. Maybe he was just a loner. Either way, she didn’t mind. She was just glad to have the company.

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The small gray hued dog reminded him of the mother he could barely remember. She seemed friendly and sweet not the fighting type. The resemblance between the pair was enough to make him warm up to her significantly quicker than anyone else. Rhode wasn’t one to love or really care about another canine. He could form weak relationships that usually meant little to him. He carefully guarded his tiny little heart he didn’t want anyone to get in. The two small pups back in the lab had wormed their way deep into his heart the moment he saw them. It just happened by chance if he would have never witnessed them he probably wouldn’t care. But he did, and he cared. They were all he cared about in the world. Girls were for fun and nothing more. Friends were baggage his enemies could use them against him. Rhode flew solo he didn’t necessarily enjoy it but it was necessary to avoid getting someone else hurt and hurting himself more.


A flicker of surprise appeared across his fairly plain red features. He watched her leap down from the crate and not think twice about talking to him. She ignored his pitch black eyes usually the freaked the hell out of people and dogs alike. It made his life easier he was nearly unapproachable. Small talk… yeah he should probably try and throw out some nice comment about the weather or something. He knew nothing about the city except it was where Detox was from. He wasn’t sure what he felt for his little black angel all he knew was he would rip any bastard to shreds who hurt her. He had developed a soft spot for her not love just a little, tiny, weenie bit of caring. She had saved his life he was forever in debt to her.


Celeste. A good enough name for such a happy little dog, for once in his life he found himself enjoying the company of a bubbly little canine. Rhode was usually quick to get annoyed by those dogs who seemed to believe the world was full of happiness. At least she got his mind off of his pathetic existence and the one task he had left to fulfill in the world before he died. “Baby girl my name’s Sir King Rhode but for you sweet pea you can just call me Rhode.”

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Grinning as the brute spoke again Cel didn’t pick up any of the flirtatious hints in his words. She was quite clueless when it came to that but sometimes she liked to think of it as one of her good attributes. It meant that brutes usually didn’t get their way with her. She would just keep chatting away and plainly missing anything slightly flirtatious that they uttered. It usually turned brutes off but she hoped one day she would find that one brute that would look past it. She didn’t want one night stands or simple flings, she wanted the real deal. But apparently that was very hard to find around Harthorn.

“That’s quite a few titles you have there Rhode. Unfortunately my name has no titles. But if you wish you can call me Cel,” she yipped cheerfully. It was so good to have some company around there that night. Her senses were telling her to be wary, that something was coming. It was strange how dogs could sense when something bad was going to happen, however nothing could be as bad as what would happen that night. The brute opposite her would remember it his whole life. And the femme would have little chance to.

As she looked up at the brute she wondered what daemon powers he had. He knew that there were many different possibilities. Just when she thought she had all the possible powers down-pat another one appeared. The humans were bringing in new powers almost everyday and it was starting to scare the dogs. No one in Harthorn ever wanted to go to the labs and from what Cel had hear, she was glad she hadn’t ever been. Every single daemon described the labs as hell and Celeste was pretty sure she never wanted to go there. Hardly any dogs ever escaped that place and this femme was not going to take her chances.

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[ooc]have her get run over please. my muse for this thread is fading[/ooc]
The real deal.... was that what it was? Rhode was certain the gray little dog wanted exactly what every other female in the world wanted. A good stable guy, one with no problems they didn’t want to waste their time fixing the poor guy. Very few girls wanted to take the time to deal with a dog that had problems. Rhode had more than his fair share of problems which prevented most girls from ever being seriously interested in the charming dog. Screw them all. It was their loss, too bad they couldn't see the potential in him. He didn't need them to get anywhere anyway. All they would do is tie him down, he was better off without them. Detox. Rhode had long ago stopped thinking of the black shepherd as a typical girl. He had accepted the fact that she was different and saw her a lot like he would another guy though he was careful to never tell her. He didn’t know her very well but he did like her. He liked her in a weird way one that was hard to describe. It defiantly wasn’t love and he his brain couldn’t even fathom the idea of falling in love with her. The whole idea, she herself, was off limits to him. He was there to do what she asked of him and nothing more.

Normally chirpy, little dogs annoyed the hell out of him. They were always happy and they honestly believed that nothing bad ever happened in the world. Let them walk a day in his shoes and feel everything he did. Know about everything he had gone through, every time he had been kept awake screaming in agony as they poked and prodded him. Let them see the world for what it was. Today he wasn’t in the mood to get in an altercation, the dog was simply happy so he would play along with it. Big deal.

A few titles? Yeah he supposed he did have a few titles. None of them really meant anything they were titles he had given himself. Just for the heck of it, he loved calling himself new things. Any chance he got he would give himself more names, through in just one more to see how many he could fit. It was a fun game, one of the few simple things he enjoyed in life. It was how he got his kicks. “Sounds nice babe.” his dark black eyes flicked up to the late afternoon sun. Boredom slowly found its way on to his features. She wasn’t much for company but still it was better than spending the night alone. He had no where to go. The cobblestones felt smooth under his paws, he quite enjoyed the feeling. Warm air flowed toward him carrying on it the scent of cooking food. He wasn’t incredibly hungry, Rhode had been known to eat out of boredom just to give himself something to do.

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Grinning, the femme nodded slowly. It did sound nice when you though about it. Her sister had thought of the nickname when they were young and ever since Celeste had left she had decided to keep that nickname going. It made her feel like one day she might see her sister again. That was, however, highly unlikely and others were angered by this idea. Just because you left something behind didn’t necessarily mean it was gone forever. Things could come back, sometimes they were things you didn’t want but sometimes they were things you wish you had found long ago. Maybe it was these thoughts that made Cel see what she did, perhaps she was just crazy.

Looking up across the road she saw an elkhound, like herself, walk up to the curb. She sat down in the gutter and a smile graced the femme’s maw as she gave an open smile across the street. Cel stood up. She didn’t believe it. “Grace?” she whispered to herself. Walking forward a puzzled expression crossed her features. It couldn’t be true. After all this time, her sister was there. She had always known she would see her sister again, she was always sure.

The fae walked forwards, and then she broke into a run, Rhode ceasing to exist. She didn’t even see the light, hear the horn. It was a human vehicle, but it didn’t stop. The horn was the only warning it gave, and Celeste wasn’t listening. She turned franticly at the last minute and a pain jabbed into her side. Then she was rolling, quickly away as the car moved on. She could smell her own blood, feel it gather on her thick coat. The pain was unbearable and her sister was gone.

Whimpering the elkhound fae felt concrete against her back, she had rolled all the way to the curb. Her sister had disappeared somewhere and Cel called out loudly. “Grace! Grace! Come back,” she barked. But the pain was too overwhelming. Her voice softened and tears welled in her eyes. It hurt everywhere and she could see her pelt was stained red. The human hadn’t even cared, they never did. She just wanted it all to end but, she wanted to see her sister. It hurt too much to move; she couldn’t get up and pursue the other femme. All she could do was lay there, writhing in agony and crying. She wished it to end but darkness didn’t come.

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Seconds ticked by. If Rhode was a human he would constantly be glancing at his watch, he wanted something to do but nothing came up. Standing up the large red dog stretched himself and prepared to take off. Lazy as ever he sauntered down the alley and took one last glance at the elk hound female. Or so he thought. "Bye babe I'll see ya around doll." he continued on his way until he heard the dog yip something out at him. Stopping he turned to see what she wanted from him, he hoped it wasn't anything. He didn't want to do anything for her. Doing something for her would mean that she would owe him which would lead to her chasing him around. Under the right circumstances that could lead to friendship which might come full tilt and hit full blown love. He didn't want love. The elk hound girl wasn't even that pretty she didn't deserve a piece of flesh like Rhode but he was just getting ahead of himself. Time to see what she wanted.

Turning his body one hundred and eighty degrees he watched the dog. She took off in the opposite direction, it looked like she didn't want anything after all. His lucky day. He was about to swing back around and never bother coming back when he heard a squeal of tires and a single, horrible scream. Rhode flinched and cringed like he had been hit. One, single scream was all it took to remind him of where he had been just months before. Hours spent screaming in pain, writhing in agony, begging, pleading to God to take his life. Dark ebony eyes went hollow as the red dog drew into himself. Shutting off the world he returned to the little place where he had hidden during the months of torture in the labs. His safe place, a place where no one could reach him he was shielded inside his mind. Rocking back and forth he deployed a self soothing mechanism learned in the labs. Time to calm down and slowly, carefully walk away. Another scream this time it had an edge to it. The pain and fear intensified the creature was in pain and a lot of it.

Slowly the large dog pulled himself out of his shell. Forced his black eyes to flicker over the bleeding, mutilated body. The weight of the world slammed down on him and his knees buckled. Sprawled out on the cold floor he focused on feeling the indention of the pavement in his skin. Blood trickled down between the cracks of the pavement closer and closer to where he lay. Pooling the liquid shimmered in the afternoon sun and caught his eye. Dinner from the previous night raced up his throat and spew, all too eagerly, out his mouth. Black and gray fur was slick with brilliant red blood. Her voice was raspy, she was screaming for someone to help her. Stomach muscles spasming his body attempted to force up anything else that was willing to come out. Bone dry, there was nothing there. Forced to endure the painful retching he was relieved when it stopped. Momentarily exhausted the red dog stretched out on the dirty, sticky, slick floor. A mixture of vomit and blood swirled around him if he lay there much longer it would seep toward him staining his coat with bodily fluids.

Shaky legs forced his body up. Teetering he attempted to regain his composure. Closing his eyes the ridge back gathered his mental faculties. Heavy paws dragged him toward the bloody mess that lay before him. It didn't take him long to realize the small, happy dog was in grave danger of dying unless quick action was taken. Just moments before the happy little thing had been chattering on about what a great place the world was and he hadn't even bothered to listen to her. He would be the last dog she would see alive... damn it where the hell was Detox when he needed her? He wanted her there. Her calm, stable temperament helped sooth his nerves. He didn't love her, didn't even consider her a friend but every fiber in his being wanted the black shepherd there. She could help this dog, her poison or whatever it was could help her. Rhode knew it would be too late by the time he went to grab her.

Super sharp fangs and above average strength... he had what was needed to put her out of her misery. Wild black eyes darted frantically around the alley hoping, praying that Detox would show herself. Show herself and save him. Damn it. She wasn't coming. Giving up all hope the large red lug pushed himself forward. Her screams tore at his soul forcing him to remember everything he had gone through, everything his family was going through. Lowering himself down the dog stood over his bleeding former companion. What was the easiest, quickest way to kill her? Rhode wasn't sure... he'd go for the throat. Loaming over the dying dog he opened his mouth exposing sharp fangs. Carefully, with the precision of a doctor, he sliced her jugular vain. Warm, sweet liquid filled his mouth. Disgust clouded his features the moment he realized he enjoyed it. He bit down on her throat longer than necessary. Tearing himself away he raced blindly down the alley. Never, never again would he kill. Be it a mercy killing or one out for blood. He had enjoyed it, actually enjoyed it. Detox would know what to do. He had to find her.

[Evkav]

This thread is now closed. Celeste is dead and will be assumed missing.