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Post by moonga on Jun 17, 2005 18:34:50 GMT -5
Moonga gave an odd, cat-like twist in the air as his hind quarters lifted him from the ground first, before swinging his front around in a twist to narrowly avoid unpleasant contact with a red Honda hwich had passed him by. The noise was incredibly-- blaring horns, screaming tires, an rumbling engines that he felt rattling his innards more than he heard. This was definately not a great place to be, but there was a city just South of his position, and he had his mind set to reach it in hopes of pleasing whatever longing had filled him.
The Singing Dog gave a soft caw, darting from one dashed line of the road to the next. However, his luck didn't last for long, and he found himself racing towards the side of an SUV, which was currently braking heavily in order to stop and avoid the dog. Moonga, being the quick thinking, agile being he was, jumped up. Had it not been for his heritage to leave on steep mountainsides, the feat would've been impossible, but it came all naturally to him. Before he knew it, he had bounded ontop of the SUV, only the bounce right off and land on the other side of the Motorway in the hard dirt.
Now that he was safe from peril, and nearer to the city, he found that it was a good idea to sit down and take a rest. Besides, after his little stunt, there were several angry car drivers. So, in order to avoid conflict with the two-leggers, he crept around the side of the motorway, his red and tawny pelt allowing him ot bled perfectly with the dirt beneath him. To them, he almost disappeared completely, so eventually they gave up their search, and went on their merry way, leaving Moonga once again on his own, and resting in the warm sunshine.
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Jun 18, 2005 4:02:03 GMT -5
Pawsteps, barely audible to even a dog's sensitive ear over the sound of the cars whizzing past on the Mororway, but pawsteps nonethe less. Nearing the place where the Wild Dog slept. The source of these pad-falls, a very large, shaggy dog, turned sharply as van whizzed past, stirring up a cloud of dust which flung itself into her face. She released several agitated barks after the culprit and then turned again, continuing on her way.
The Esterela Mountain dog haulted in her tracks as her eyes fell upon a strange mound of dirt, which she soon distinguished as a dog, blending in perfectly with the dust beneath him. A low growl was emmited, even though the male was not in Tyrant's territory quite yet, and Reverie padded forth, head held high.
"You are very close to my gang's territory, stranger."
She growled as she stopped before Moonga, eyes narrowed.
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Post by moonga on Jun 18, 2005 22:37:08 GMT -5
He didn't seem at all alarmed. Instead, the wild dog lifted his head in a noble pose, yet he did not rise to his feet-- he felt no need to. He was here first, and if this long-coated canine had an issue with that, they could work matters out in his own way. However, he did acknowlage her enough to prick his ears forward, showing that he was at attention in a state.
"And you are very close to me, stranger," he retorted smartly. He could smell that he was near another's territory, but he had yet to tred through those markings, thus he was still on neutral ground. This domesticated dog had no business speaking to him in such a manner.
"I advise that you back away if you continue to adress me in such a tone," he warned. However, the suggestion was not a threatening one, all it showed was that he was a dog that demanded respect. If given respect, then he would respond in kind, and so far all this female had shown him was lip. Aggrevatingly enough, he still seemed at ease enough to remain lying down, and even his tones were calm and cool
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Jun 19, 2005 2:59:32 GMT -5
Reverie listened with fury bubbling inside her. She knew she had no right to attack, and she didn't intend to. Yet. Instead, she allowed a low growl to rumble in her throat. Cheek! She thought angrily, glaring at the strange male. As he spoke his last sentence, she laughed out loud and drew herself up to her full height, twenty seven inches. Her blazing gaze rested on the infuriating male and as she spoke her tone was no more than a hiss.
"Don't threaten me, you flea bitten mutt. And don't even /think/ about showing your face in my Lord's lands. If you do, I'll be there."
The threat was unveiled, out in the open. She bared her teeth and then whirled around suddenly, padding away from the smaller male with her plume held high.
ooc: Lol. I love these two charries. They're fun! I can't wait for Moonga to join! 'Twill be interesting.
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Post by moonga on Jun 19, 2005 19:17:01 GMT -5
Moonga finally felt it was time to rise, even though this female stood a little over half a foot taller than he. "You won't have to worry about that," his calm, collected tones matched her rage. "I've never thought about a thing before doing it."
He didn't have fleas, or mange. His rough guard hairs that lay beneath his silky outer coat made sure of that, so her statement made him grin wirly. "I'm afraid you mistook my words," he replied cooly. It was as if he were a patient parent, talking down to a disobedient child. That's exactly the impression he was going for, because from experience it pissed dogs off, a lot, and even more so when he made a good point.
"I was not threatening you-- just asserting my rights to do as I please upon neutral territory. Now, if you continue to speak to me in such a rough attitude, I'm afraid that it is only fair for me to return the favor." Moonga never demonstrated a "rough attitude" through words. Action was always better, and since his teeth were over %10 of his skull length, which was something to brag about, and this was a soft, domesticated breed, he felt very safe in his situation. He'd foguht far more larger, more untamed breeds than herself, and his cool confidence shown clearly in his amber eyes.
"Or, you can step down, and save yourself a lot of trouble," he added. He remained infuriatingly passive and calm, even giving the first move to her. If she did nothing, he'd proceed into the packlands upon his own free will, his power over her asserted. If she chose to continue her childish acts then, well, he'd let the fur fly.
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Jun 20, 2005 11:22:29 GMT -5
Reverie whirled around as the dog began to speak. His voice infuriatingly calm. She styalked back towards Moonga, hackles bristling, teeth bared in a snarl. His voice may have been calm, but his words were threatening and dug into her pride like sharp sticks. She would not stand for that. Not proud this proud Esterela Mountain dog.
However, when she was merely a few paces from the annoying creature, adrenilane pumping through her viens and her eyes alight with fury, she was caused to hault. A dog as large as her, but with a cropped coat, had just stepped out in front of her, and she recognised him instantly. Tyrant. She rolled her eyes and contemplated stepping around Tyrant and continuing on the war path, buteven if he was her oldest and closest friend, he was also her Lord, and she respected him. So, instead, she padded up beside him and allowed her gaze to do the fighting, drilling into Moonga with unveiled hatred.
Tyrant, unlike Reverie, appeareared calm. However, he was not in his usual welcoming state. His plume was completely still, and his dark orbs harboured not a trace of the compassionate welcome he had shown towards Angus and his grandfather. He had witnessed the brief but fiery argument between the two dogs, and he had felt he had to interveen. Although he knew that the argument had been caused by Reverie, he also knew that Moonga had been showing disrespect to her, and as a guardian of the gang she deserved respect, especially from loners. But the Top Dog would give Moonga a chance, as he would any dog, so he turned his even gaze to the smaller dog's face and spoke, his deep voice demanding respect.
"I am Tyrant, Lord of the gang which inhabits these lands. You may not be in my lands, but you are very close. You may enter without joining the gang, but you may not enter the park. That is our base. However. The life of a stray is a lonely one. If you were to apologise to my friend here, I'm sure she would return your apologies and you would be welcome to join the gang."
Reverie opened her mouth to object, but Tyrant turned to her and shook his head and she fell silent, although her tail 'accidentily jerked to the right, slapping against Tyrant's thighs. The Top Dog concealed a smile and then turned his attention back to Moonga, awaiting an answer.
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Post by moonga on Jun 20, 2005 14:56:10 GMT -5
"I have no reason to apologise," he replied smoothly. "It is your friend who needs to be giving the apology-- I have done absolutely nothing wrong." Pank ranks were meaningless to him when upon unowned land. It didn't matter if you were and alpha or the most lowly of ranks, because it was all the same out here. Thus Moonga's voice matched Tyrant's, equally patient, yet at the same time demanding attention and respect himself. That was a rule in his mind-- don't respect a soul that doesn't treat you in kind.
"Defending yourself from an over agressive stray is no crime," he continued. It was true, he had just been walking around, making a mental note to stay off of the pack's territory. He didn't care if he was close-- that cursed mountain dog had no place treating him like that, especially on ground that she did not own.
"And, with all means of respect," he began. "You are getting out of line as well," he informed Tyrant. His words came out as a subtle reminder, and he did seem like he wasn't trying to piss anyone off for once. The fact of the matter was that rules were different out here, and you pack borders only mattered inside the borders, not outside.
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Jun 21, 2005 10:02:13 GMT -5
The two friends had very different reactions to Moonga's comments. Tyrant remained calm, his face stony and unreadable. But Reverie released a loud snarl and took a step forward to hiss in Moonga's face.
"Do /not/ offend Tyrant. He's done nothing but try to /welcome/ you into his gang. He's not getting out of order. It's you who's out of order. I can't believe you'd....."
She was silened by a short bark from Tyrant, and she stepped back, still seething. The rhodesian ridgeback raised a sinlge brow at Moonga, then inclined his head in the tinyest of nods. The dog was being rude not only to Reverie, but to him. But he would push that to the side. The strange canine didn't want to join his gang, and there was no use in hanging around. He and Reverie would leave.
"Very well," he began cooly. "Carry on. But remember, stay out of the park."
Tyrant turned abruptly and padded off, away from the motorway, and Reverie threw a look of loathing at Moonga before whirling around and following her Lord.
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