Post by Regulus on Jul 29, 2011 10:34:09 GMT -5
Name: Regulus
Alias: Check
Gender: Male.
Age: Four years.
Birthdate: 14th February 2127
Species: Dog.
Breed: Karelian Bear Dog x German Shepherd
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 65cm at the withers
Weight: 39kg
Build: Regulus is built both large & lean, with a broad croup & shoulders to boost his already looming size. Capable of intimidation with little effort, the male holds true to his heritage as a bear dog, regardless of the mixed blood in his veins. His tail, curled, is held elevated over his back, though may fall flat in some circumstances. He is also rather supple, particularly around his croup & back, something relatively uncommon in most dogs besides his breed. A solid, robust dog, he is muscly all over, capable of inflicting intense damage upon anything from dogs to large game with his blunt jaw, just as his breed was intended. His height & weight, however, are traits of his crossed breed, a German Shepherd, making him look rather like an enlarged version and thus slightly disproportionate in shape, since he is slightly longer than the typical Karelian.
Coat: A stiff, coarse overcoat melts into a softer, denser undercoat, as typical of the Karelian bear dog, and while it may have been an advantage in his Russo-European heritage, it is quite the burden in the intense heats which may hit the city. The fur, of medium length, is extended slightly on the back, neck, and thighs, giving him the appearance of tufts in specific areas. His coat is primarily back, seamlessly weaved into a sleek covering across his back, the visible leg, and across his face, along with the tail. White splashes across his underbelly, abdomen, inner legs, and forms a small mask across his muzzle. Unlike many of his breed, he has no tip on his tail. Proof of his lack of pure blood, there are a few speckles of white on the black, and black on the white, though for the most part the two colors are separate - his 'imperfections' do not impact upon him in the days which lack any real breeds.
Head: Sporting a neatly proportioned head with a 'blunt wedge' muzzle, the male carries the distinct appearance of his breed in his skull. In spite of this description, it is not a short muzzle, actually of moderate size with a somewhat slender look to it. With its angular look through the top, it seems quite sharp until it softens & smooths towards the lower jaw, though does not at all take away from the threatening look. Leading up his arched forehead, his ears are carried erected, and are relatively small with a slight slant forwards. They are also pointed outwards, pushing away from each other.
Eyes: Check's eyes are relatively small & tightened, giving him a look of scorn, perhaps one of the things which makes him so very intimidating. Set in black, their coppery hue isn't all that noticeable in standard lighting, though may 'pop' if made the focus of the face. They are positioned at around a 2-3 eye width away from one another, lining up with the edges of his muzzle to create a neat & collected face, by no means ugly but by no means anything particularly special. He does, in fact, bear the look of an judge, silently forming opinions within his eyes.
Scars: While the dog may hold many scars, very few are visible to the naked eye, the fur having grown around it so densely that the spots are hard to notice. He does, however, have one particularly prominent blemish upon his abdomen, thanks to the white fur, where a large bite mark displays itself, approximately five teeth. On top of this, there is a deep nick in his left ear.
Accessories: Regulus bears two collars, both too tight for his now over-sized neck. They do not, however, fit the general description of 'collars', rather one heavy rope & a cold, steel chain, both of which chaff deep into the flesh of his neck. Despite his attempts to free himself, he has never been successful, only damaging it further.
Pictures: Regulus.
Speed: Average.
Stamina: Below average.
Strength: High.
Fighting: High.
Strengths: • A large male, his muscly build increases his strength & intimidation abilities.
• He is cunning & relatively intelligent, despite his instability.
• He does not need much social interaction - while he'd be fine in a group environment filled with those who share his views, he enjoys being alone & isolated.
• Seductive - he will frequently attempt to find a female to pass his genes along through, not particularly caring about them personally. He is often successful in getting them, though whether or not they carry his children he does not know - he leaves pretty much immediately after.
• Alert. He is always prepared & on the ready, even when he sleeps, giving him the advantage in combat.
Weaknesses: • Aggressive. He does not do well amongst those of good nature, and prefers not to be in a group unless they share his views & he is authoritative of them. He is also subject to rapid mood-swings & will snap at those totally uninvolved with him.
• Prefers being isolated. While he'd be fine with leading a group of sadistic canines, he would rather be alone.
• Sadistic & violent. He enjoys the sight of blood & is oddly fine with cannibalism, thus is abusive to just about anyone, even those who may have once considered him a friend.
• Mentally unstable. He will lash out at just about anyone or anything, ripping it to shreds without a second thought. He will often talk absolute lunacy.
• Epileptic, paranoid & slightly schizophrenic. He will often hallucinate, suffer from sensory distortion, or even black out.
• Vessel to the disease. He carries the virus within him, uninfected in his canine self, though subject to passing it on.
• Heavy coat. Designed to withstand the cold, he finds it difficult to do much in many temperatures.
Personality: Regulus is a curious case, with a personality quite opposite to that of a typical dog, more than likely part of his psychological trauma. While he may be uncomfortable around most other beings, he is particularly wary of humans, and probably considerably more aggressive towards them as part of his tortured history. He also doesn't like to be approached - anyone who attempts to come near him without explanation will be faced with aggression, since he prefers to be prepared. He will also lash out at dogs with little explanation, an issue he picked up during his dog-fighting years. This has caused him to become isolated, something he feared at first, though now has learned to prefer as it has led him further away from his past. However, it has given him a large amount of time to think, some of which has been reserved for looking back upon his very negative past & childhood.
Check is a total womanizer. All he wants is to pass along his genes, something his father did to his mother. At this present moment, he sees females only as a vessel & carriage for his children, and as long as his bloodline is continued, he is satisfied. His violent nature pretty much disappears on contact with women, a mask he cleverly produced to gain their trust before disappearing. He really has followed in his father's footsteps, for his has little concern regarding those of the opposite gender - he couldn't really care if the mother died, providing that she gave birth & raised the litter first. While it may seem that he leaves the family to fend for themselves, he will often watch them from afar, ensuring they are brought up correctly & that there is always one alike him, though only if they are of suitable nature. He sees them more of a material item or product, and they must fit the criteria to be worthy of further distribution. Those select litters that are watched over should be considered lucky, as their safety is near guaranteed with him nearby.
Regulus is mentally unstable, and suffers from many ailments of the mind, such as epilepsy, schizophrenia, OCD, and schizophrenic disorders. He will often plunge into random, vivid hallucinations, and will react to them too. These are often fragments of his memories, seeing hints of non-existent dogfights or metal bars encasing him all round. He will also have random, spontaneous mood-swings thanks to his schizophrenia & slight bi-polarity, and is overly paranoid. There is only one perk to this, as he is highly alert due to the constant feel that someone is behind him, or someone is waiting around the corner in an ambush. He is always on the ready for combat, giving him an advantage to any surprise attack or sudden aggression.
Stubborn. He is incredibly recalcitrant, obstinate, and pig-headed, refusing to listen to authority, other opinions, or back down. He will never retreat from a fight, perhaps so as not to wound his pride or maybe out of some kind of promise to himself. Regardless of how heavily wounded he is, or how threatened he may be, he will never show submission to anyone - he is a very dominant character. If he cannot lead, or at least be close to leading, he would rather be alone. If he were ever to be considered a lesser being, insubordination would be expected, likely one of the reasons he does not belong to a pack or group.
Fears: • Human interaction. He does not appreciate being near them, and will attack without hesitation, even one with good intentions.
• Heatwaves. If it were to get too hot, the dog would more than likely overheat.
• Claustrophobia. His time spent confined to a cage has left him with an extreme fear of small faces & metal bars.
Family: Mother: Unnamed female, referred to as 'Ma', Karelian Bear Dog. Very little memory of her, and even less information. Deceased.
Father: Unnamed male, German Shepherd, never met, left before birth.
Littermates: Roma, female, second eldest to Regulus. Alive.
Autesh, male, youngest of the litter. Alive.
Gvenni, male, second youngest. Deceased.
History: Regulus was born on the streets to a female who had been mated by a disappearing male. His mother, who he only knew as Ma, was previously a pet, though was thrown out when she passed the virus on to her owner. She raised them as well as she could, despite being malnourished, and nursed them until her body was dry & she could barely stand. Her attempts to teach them to hunt food were a failure, which led the the pups becoming deathly thin, losing them the young male Gvenni. Regulus & his sibling, Roma, were seen as the strongest, and the runt of the litter, Autesh, became their responsibility. Their mother, incapable of doing much besides laying down & talking, instructed them verbally on how to find food, usually scraps from trash cans or stolen bags from impoverished humans. They would feet not only themselves but her, though such poor nutrition was unlikely to sustain an ill mother. At around eight months of age, she passed away, leaving only the three children. The remaining offspring looked to Regulus as a parental figure, him being the eldest, and this was not what the male had wished. While the small group took up residence in a cardboard box in an alley, Regulus fled during the night, taking to trying to find his own home & hopefully a pack. He was already proving to show his father's traits of leaving.
As a yearling he was picked off the streets by humans, seen as a decent fighting dog & guard dog. Used at first as a watch hound, he proved quite the useful canine, warding away other dogs who wished to raid the food supplies, and even some humans, often infected. His skills in combat, however, were not put to full use until he was moved into the entertainment section, becoming a fighting dog. In the small camp where he was based, he became a large attraction, humans particularly enjoying the fights he took part in. He did, however, develop many mental issues during this time, as he was beaten by both dog & human, confined to a too-small cage, and forced into cannibalistic situations. In fact, the meat on which he was fed was often that of the dead, be it a person or another canine, since they could not spare much else. During this time, the puppy became the adult, and he developed his solid muscles & steely personality.
After around a year in the camp, Regulus came into contact with an uninfected, but susceptible human, and during this time discovered his role as a vessel to the virus. Having bitten the man as he beat him, he passed on the disease, causing him to be kicked out of the camp & abused until he came close to death. Left alone on the streets, Regulus was a very different dog since the last time he had been seen. [NOTE: This is the origin of his two collars, the chain used during his guard dog time, the rope in his fighting months]
Regulus did little for a considerable time, only mating females & observing their progress. His food supply was mostly that of scavenged scraps, until he got into a violent fight with another dog on the streets. Already having the taste of his own kind, and for human flesh, he took to taking them as his prey & without much regret. Stalking his victims for a good day or two at a time, he would strike when they were most vulnerable, be it a dog or human, and this repeated pattern has been kept up to the current day. Around this time, Regulus dropped his birth name in favor of the alias given to him by the humans for fighting.
Played by: Gemini
Role Play Sample: Between my hooked head & hooked feet: or in sleep rehearse perfect kills & eat.
Rain, while an unwelcome pest to most, was a relief for Regulus. The sweltering heat which had plagued him for the past week was finally broken by the new weather, creating the prospect of a storm to come. The thought also excited him. Thunder was feared, and so was he, lightening was lethal, and so was he. He could relate to the erratic nature of it, the threatening trembles of the clouds so Godlike, and there were very few things he could compare to himself. Quite the individual was he, with a story to impress even the most skeptical of dogs.
As the droplets of water dampened his pelt, the Karelian Bear Dog glanced upwards, met by a wet kiss from the sky upon his nose. A delicate, fleeting touch, much alike the caress of a mother to her child, and something he was unsure if he missed or was glad to be rid of. His mind rarely lingered upon such a topic for long - his childhood was neither good nor bad. Not that he could tell - he had only experienced his own, and he had never discussed such a thing with anyone but his own mind. So as he trekked, every remainder of the idea crumbled away from his mind, nothing to suggest it would ever be brought up again. Of course, it would, and the process would begin again - he’d merely forget he’d ever considered it.
His footfall was quite like a strut, as if in his mind he held some kind of odd authority over the pavement, and he carried himself with a certain intimidating pride. It was as if he truly believed that the seas would part for him to pass through, and that the life within it would bow down to him in honor at seeing him. Flickering his eyes left & right periodically, he took in every feature of his surroundings, down to the color of the eyes of the man who lay so miserably on a rotting doorstep, curled inwards on himself in a torn coat & filthy jeans. Check couldn’t help but allow his tortured mind to wander back again, back to the sketchy tales his mother would tell him & his siblings as a treat. Apparently, the world & humanity had been much more respectable once. Apparently, once, dogs were owned by humans, and they were treated a companion. Dogs would not resort to eating other dogs, and the people were not food. What an odd time that must have been. To think, two species so opposite could get along so harmoniously.
A pause, paw raised, and the male tossed his head to the side. In a dank, dark alley, a small dog rummaged through a spilt trash can. Totally oblivious to Check’s presence, it scraped away at the lining of the bin, evidently attempting to get to something of value as he kicked away the rest of the strewn rubbish. Slowly, stealthily, the male moved across the concrete, yellowed claws clicking against it in spite of his attempts to remain silent. Still, the dog pawed at the inside of the trash can, its puppyish tail thrashing from side to side in the fun he seemed to be having. A louder click from Check’s overgrown claws. Stop. The young, patchy white & black male pulled his head from the metal prison, body tensing as he slowly turned his head to stare at the massive dog blocking the alley entrance. Threads of saliva clung to Reg’s gums, teeth gritted & bared as he emitted a low sneer of amusement, a manic quality to it. The dog did little but breathe unsteadily, clearly terrified as he looked on in horror like a deer trapped in the headlights.
There is no sophistry in my body: my manners are tearing off heads: the allotment of death. For the one path of my flight is direct through the bones of the living. No arguments assert my right: the sun is behind me.
Alias: Check
Gender: Male.
Age: Four years.
Birthdate: 14th February 2127
Species: Dog.
Breed: Karelian Bear Dog x German Shepherd
Purebred: No.
Pack: Loner.
Height: 65cm at the withers
Weight: 39kg
Build: Regulus is built both large & lean, with a broad croup & shoulders to boost his already looming size. Capable of intimidation with little effort, the male holds true to his heritage as a bear dog, regardless of the mixed blood in his veins. His tail, curled, is held elevated over his back, though may fall flat in some circumstances. He is also rather supple, particularly around his croup & back, something relatively uncommon in most dogs besides his breed. A solid, robust dog, he is muscly all over, capable of inflicting intense damage upon anything from dogs to large game with his blunt jaw, just as his breed was intended. His height & weight, however, are traits of his crossed breed, a German Shepherd, making him look rather like an enlarged version and thus slightly disproportionate in shape, since he is slightly longer than the typical Karelian.
Coat: A stiff, coarse overcoat melts into a softer, denser undercoat, as typical of the Karelian bear dog, and while it may have been an advantage in his Russo-European heritage, it is quite the burden in the intense heats which may hit the city. The fur, of medium length, is extended slightly on the back, neck, and thighs, giving him the appearance of tufts in specific areas. His coat is primarily back, seamlessly weaved into a sleek covering across his back, the visible leg, and across his face, along with the tail. White splashes across his underbelly, abdomen, inner legs, and forms a small mask across his muzzle. Unlike many of his breed, he has no tip on his tail. Proof of his lack of pure blood, there are a few speckles of white on the black, and black on the white, though for the most part the two colors are separate - his 'imperfections' do not impact upon him in the days which lack any real breeds.
Head: Sporting a neatly proportioned head with a 'blunt wedge' muzzle, the male carries the distinct appearance of his breed in his skull. In spite of this description, it is not a short muzzle, actually of moderate size with a somewhat slender look to it. With its angular look through the top, it seems quite sharp until it softens & smooths towards the lower jaw, though does not at all take away from the threatening look. Leading up his arched forehead, his ears are carried erected, and are relatively small with a slight slant forwards. They are also pointed outwards, pushing away from each other.
Eyes: Check's eyes are relatively small & tightened, giving him a look of scorn, perhaps one of the things which makes him so very intimidating. Set in black, their coppery hue isn't all that noticeable in standard lighting, though may 'pop' if made the focus of the face. They are positioned at around a 2-3 eye width away from one another, lining up with the edges of his muzzle to create a neat & collected face, by no means ugly but by no means anything particularly special. He does, in fact, bear the look of an judge, silently forming opinions within his eyes.
Scars: While the dog may hold many scars, very few are visible to the naked eye, the fur having grown around it so densely that the spots are hard to notice. He does, however, have one particularly prominent blemish upon his abdomen, thanks to the white fur, where a large bite mark displays itself, approximately five teeth. On top of this, there is a deep nick in his left ear.
Accessories: Regulus bears two collars, both too tight for his now over-sized neck. They do not, however, fit the general description of 'collars', rather one heavy rope & a cold, steel chain, both of which chaff deep into the flesh of his neck. Despite his attempts to free himself, he has never been successful, only damaging it further.
Pictures: Regulus.
Speed: Average.
Stamina: Below average.
Strength: High.
Fighting: High.
Strengths: • A large male, his muscly build increases his strength & intimidation abilities.
• He is cunning & relatively intelligent, despite his instability.
• He does not need much social interaction - while he'd be fine in a group environment filled with those who share his views, he enjoys being alone & isolated.
• Seductive - he will frequently attempt to find a female to pass his genes along through, not particularly caring about them personally. He is often successful in getting them, though whether or not they carry his children he does not know - he leaves pretty much immediately after.
• Alert. He is always prepared & on the ready, even when he sleeps, giving him the advantage in combat.
Weaknesses: • Aggressive. He does not do well amongst those of good nature, and prefers not to be in a group unless they share his views & he is authoritative of them. He is also subject to rapid mood-swings & will snap at those totally uninvolved with him.
• Prefers being isolated. While he'd be fine with leading a group of sadistic canines, he would rather be alone.
• Sadistic & violent. He enjoys the sight of blood & is oddly fine with cannibalism, thus is abusive to just about anyone, even those who may have once considered him a friend.
• Mentally unstable. He will lash out at just about anyone or anything, ripping it to shreds without a second thought. He will often talk absolute lunacy.
• Epileptic, paranoid & slightly schizophrenic. He will often hallucinate, suffer from sensory distortion, or even black out.
• Vessel to the disease. He carries the virus within him, uninfected in his canine self, though subject to passing it on.
• Heavy coat. Designed to withstand the cold, he finds it difficult to do much in many temperatures.
Personality: Regulus is a curious case, with a personality quite opposite to that of a typical dog, more than likely part of his psychological trauma. While he may be uncomfortable around most other beings, he is particularly wary of humans, and probably considerably more aggressive towards them as part of his tortured history. He also doesn't like to be approached - anyone who attempts to come near him without explanation will be faced with aggression, since he prefers to be prepared. He will also lash out at dogs with little explanation, an issue he picked up during his dog-fighting years. This has caused him to become isolated, something he feared at first, though now has learned to prefer as it has led him further away from his past. However, it has given him a large amount of time to think, some of which has been reserved for looking back upon his very negative past & childhood.
Check is a total womanizer. All he wants is to pass along his genes, something his father did to his mother. At this present moment, he sees females only as a vessel & carriage for his children, and as long as his bloodline is continued, he is satisfied. His violent nature pretty much disappears on contact with women, a mask he cleverly produced to gain their trust before disappearing. He really has followed in his father's footsteps, for his has little concern regarding those of the opposite gender - he couldn't really care if the mother died, providing that she gave birth & raised the litter first. While it may seem that he leaves the family to fend for themselves, he will often watch them from afar, ensuring they are brought up correctly & that there is always one alike him, though only if they are of suitable nature. He sees them more of a material item or product, and they must fit the criteria to be worthy of further distribution. Those select litters that are watched over should be considered lucky, as their safety is near guaranteed with him nearby.
Regulus is mentally unstable, and suffers from many ailments of the mind, such as epilepsy, schizophrenia, OCD, and schizophrenic disorders. He will often plunge into random, vivid hallucinations, and will react to them too. These are often fragments of his memories, seeing hints of non-existent dogfights or metal bars encasing him all round. He will also have random, spontaneous mood-swings thanks to his schizophrenia & slight bi-polarity, and is overly paranoid. There is only one perk to this, as he is highly alert due to the constant feel that someone is behind him, or someone is waiting around the corner in an ambush. He is always on the ready for combat, giving him an advantage to any surprise attack or sudden aggression.
Stubborn. He is incredibly recalcitrant, obstinate, and pig-headed, refusing to listen to authority, other opinions, or back down. He will never retreat from a fight, perhaps so as not to wound his pride or maybe out of some kind of promise to himself. Regardless of how heavily wounded he is, or how threatened he may be, he will never show submission to anyone - he is a very dominant character. If he cannot lead, or at least be close to leading, he would rather be alone. If he were ever to be considered a lesser being, insubordination would be expected, likely one of the reasons he does not belong to a pack or group.
Fears: • Human interaction. He does not appreciate being near them, and will attack without hesitation, even one with good intentions.
• Heatwaves. If it were to get too hot, the dog would more than likely overheat.
• Claustrophobia. His time spent confined to a cage has left him with an extreme fear of small faces & metal bars.
Family: Mother: Unnamed female, referred to as 'Ma', Karelian Bear Dog. Very little memory of her, and even less information. Deceased.
Father: Unnamed male, German Shepherd, never met, left before birth.
Littermates: Roma, female, second eldest to Regulus. Alive.
Autesh, male, youngest of the litter. Alive.
Gvenni, male, second youngest. Deceased.
History: Regulus was born on the streets to a female who had been mated by a disappearing male. His mother, who he only knew as Ma, was previously a pet, though was thrown out when she passed the virus on to her owner. She raised them as well as she could, despite being malnourished, and nursed them until her body was dry & she could barely stand. Her attempts to teach them to hunt food were a failure, which led the the pups becoming deathly thin, losing them the young male Gvenni. Regulus & his sibling, Roma, were seen as the strongest, and the runt of the litter, Autesh, became their responsibility. Their mother, incapable of doing much besides laying down & talking, instructed them verbally on how to find food, usually scraps from trash cans or stolen bags from impoverished humans. They would feet not only themselves but her, though such poor nutrition was unlikely to sustain an ill mother. At around eight months of age, she passed away, leaving only the three children. The remaining offspring looked to Regulus as a parental figure, him being the eldest, and this was not what the male had wished. While the small group took up residence in a cardboard box in an alley, Regulus fled during the night, taking to trying to find his own home & hopefully a pack. He was already proving to show his father's traits of leaving.
As a yearling he was picked off the streets by humans, seen as a decent fighting dog & guard dog. Used at first as a watch hound, he proved quite the useful canine, warding away other dogs who wished to raid the food supplies, and even some humans, often infected. His skills in combat, however, were not put to full use until he was moved into the entertainment section, becoming a fighting dog. In the small camp where he was based, he became a large attraction, humans particularly enjoying the fights he took part in. He did, however, develop many mental issues during this time, as he was beaten by both dog & human, confined to a too-small cage, and forced into cannibalistic situations. In fact, the meat on which he was fed was often that of the dead, be it a person or another canine, since they could not spare much else. During this time, the puppy became the adult, and he developed his solid muscles & steely personality.
After around a year in the camp, Regulus came into contact with an uninfected, but susceptible human, and during this time discovered his role as a vessel to the virus. Having bitten the man as he beat him, he passed on the disease, causing him to be kicked out of the camp & abused until he came close to death. Left alone on the streets, Regulus was a very different dog since the last time he had been seen. [NOTE: This is the origin of his two collars, the chain used during his guard dog time, the rope in his fighting months]
Regulus did little for a considerable time, only mating females & observing their progress. His food supply was mostly that of scavenged scraps, until he got into a violent fight with another dog on the streets. Already having the taste of his own kind, and for human flesh, he took to taking them as his prey & without much regret. Stalking his victims for a good day or two at a time, he would strike when they were most vulnerable, be it a dog or human, and this repeated pattern has been kept up to the current day. Around this time, Regulus dropped his birth name in favor of the alias given to him by the humans for fighting.
Played by: Gemini
Role Play Sample: Between my hooked head & hooked feet: or in sleep rehearse perfect kills & eat.
Rain, while an unwelcome pest to most, was a relief for Regulus. The sweltering heat which had plagued him for the past week was finally broken by the new weather, creating the prospect of a storm to come. The thought also excited him. Thunder was feared, and so was he, lightening was lethal, and so was he. He could relate to the erratic nature of it, the threatening trembles of the clouds so Godlike, and there were very few things he could compare to himself. Quite the individual was he, with a story to impress even the most skeptical of dogs.
As the droplets of water dampened his pelt, the Karelian Bear Dog glanced upwards, met by a wet kiss from the sky upon his nose. A delicate, fleeting touch, much alike the caress of a mother to her child, and something he was unsure if he missed or was glad to be rid of. His mind rarely lingered upon such a topic for long - his childhood was neither good nor bad. Not that he could tell - he had only experienced his own, and he had never discussed such a thing with anyone but his own mind. So as he trekked, every remainder of the idea crumbled away from his mind, nothing to suggest it would ever be brought up again. Of course, it would, and the process would begin again - he’d merely forget he’d ever considered it.
His footfall was quite like a strut, as if in his mind he held some kind of odd authority over the pavement, and he carried himself with a certain intimidating pride. It was as if he truly believed that the seas would part for him to pass through, and that the life within it would bow down to him in honor at seeing him. Flickering his eyes left & right periodically, he took in every feature of his surroundings, down to the color of the eyes of the man who lay so miserably on a rotting doorstep, curled inwards on himself in a torn coat & filthy jeans. Check couldn’t help but allow his tortured mind to wander back again, back to the sketchy tales his mother would tell him & his siblings as a treat. Apparently, the world & humanity had been much more respectable once. Apparently, once, dogs were owned by humans, and they were treated a companion. Dogs would not resort to eating other dogs, and the people were not food. What an odd time that must have been. To think, two species so opposite could get along so harmoniously.
A pause, paw raised, and the male tossed his head to the side. In a dank, dark alley, a small dog rummaged through a spilt trash can. Totally oblivious to Check’s presence, it scraped away at the lining of the bin, evidently attempting to get to something of value as he kicked away the rest of the strewn rubbish. Slowly, stealthily, the male moved across the concrete, yellowed claws clicking against it in spite of his attempts to remain silent. Still, the dog pawed at the inside of the trash can, its puppyish tail thrashing from side to side in the fun he seemed to be having. A louder click from Check’s overgrown claws. Stop. The young, patchy white & black male pulled his head from the metal prison, body tensing as he slowly turned his head to stare at the massive dog blocking the alley entrance. Threads of saliva clung to Reg’s gums, teeth gritted & bared as he emitted a low sneer of amusement, a manic quality to it. The dog did little but breathe unsteadily, clearly terrified as he looked on in horror like a deer trapped in the headlights.
There is no sophistry in my body: my manners are tearing off heads: the allotment of death. For the one path of my flight is direct through the bones of the living. No arguments assert my right: the sun is behind me.