Sil|e|nt Scre.ams {Kinetic}

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The darkness was all around the city, it swallowed the city and now night creatures came out of there hiding spots. The pitter patter of little paws on the side walk, those little paws were followed by two other sets. A small band of rats were running along the side walk, heading towards the abandoned market place. But they were being followed by an almost silent predator, a canine with a constant blood lust, almost unable to quench. The canine followed the trio of rats, waiting for the right time to attack. The dog's name was Edge, but he didn't always be a blood lusted beast. But you probably don't want to hear his past, and it was so bad that it turned his personality to another side. Only a few more paces until they were at the market, once the rats were climbing through a hole in the wooden planks, Edge lunged. One rat was down but the other two were bolting inside, again, Edge lunged at the hole in the wooden boards. Another rat was seized in his mouth, the last rat had escaped into the maze of garbage. Edge backed up and dropped the second rat near his first catch, "Idiots..." he whispered before laying down and chewing on the little bodies. Crimson liquid puddled on the ground, and once Edge had turned the bodies to bones, he lapped at the liquid. The posion taste often turned many a canine off and wouldn't dare to drink the poison, but it was an addiction for Edge.

The taste appeased the male, for now that is, soon enough the hunt for blood would be under way and another innocent victim'd blood would pool on the ground. Edge grinned evilily, and then realized that he could use the hole as a hiding spot and shelter. His muscular body soon rose and squeezed into the cramped spot, but it wasn't as good as Edge originally thought it would be. Edge then bent his knees and tensed his muscles, ready for anything to pass by, and when they did, BAM!! They would be attacked before they could react to his suprise attack.

[»Kinetic™]

It was incredible really, the fact that it was so close to fall yet the temperatures were as high as ever. And even during the evening hours they managed to soar above the average. And having a long thick coat only made Clark hotter and his tongue hang from the side of his jaws as he made his way through the city. Where he was going was unknown but then again he was not known for ever having a prime destination in mind. His two auburn optics scanned the streets which were almost dead. Occasional humans inside of an apartment or general store closing up for the night, but nothing more. Most cities were full of life even during the later hours. But not Nashua. It was strange how deserted it was and soon enough all the humans would be gone. Maybe if the packs put their differences aside and worked together it would be different, but until then they would always be at war with one another. Clark sighed at the thought just wishing the world could be at peace. After all, was that so much to ask for? He shook his head at the thought, nails clicking against the abandoned street. Since there were no cars he chose to walk in the middle of the road instead of on the sides where many strays could be lurking. Some were merely looking for some food while others were looking for their first victim of the evening. Being a stray for so many years Clark was aware of such dangers, and even though he knew how dangerous it was to wander outside at night he chose to do so anyways.

The moon was high in the indigo sky, stars shimmering and dancing at the sides of the moon. Usually the city lights would drain out the lights of nature, but since there were so few still in the city the show could go on without any distractions. Clark admired such a view with a smile on his face. Even though the moon and stars were in the sky every evening he always found himself enjoying their presence. They gave him a hopeful feeling and some sort of harmony. Light brown pools shifted forwards to see something in the distance on the main road. He cocked his dial at the sight of it unaware of what it could be. He quickened his trot forwards in hopes of discovering what it was before the moonlight gave out of him. He planned to retire for the evening shortly, but needed something to satisfy his stomach before allowing himself to fall into a dreamy state. That, and to find a safe haven where he would not be attacked if trying to sleep. The Kari homeland was too far away for him to reach before the sun was in the sky so he would have to resort to other territories to energize himself for whatever the next day had to offer. Whatever was in front of him might have both food and shelter which would save him much time and energy. His banner swished at the thought, his eyes lighting up with hope. Or was it just a ray of moonlight causing them to shimmer?

Before him Clark found a vacant market place, some crates and stores here and there left abandoned for no one to use. He shifted his pace to the sidewalk and slowly sniffed some of the various crates and boxes looking for food. He slowed down taking small steps and allowing his nails to click loudly against the concrete. Something was not quite right about the environment here, but he had yet to find out what it was. All of a sudden his cranium was thrown into the air and the faintest scent of blood was caught. With a few steps forwards and turning to his right he saw a few crates and quite a sight he did not expect to see. There were a couple of rat corpses with only the bones and fur remaining behind. Splatters of blood were all around the bodies like they had been hunted down. Clark lowered his mug to sniff the bodies catching the scent of a canine on them. And from the smell if it they could not have been far off, not to mention the bodies were still somewhat warm and being such a small size they must have lost body heat quickly. Slowly the collie rose his head orbs scanning everything around him but missing the hole where the canine lingered. "Hello?" He called out softly with no luck finding out where the other was. If they were even close by. "Is anyone here?" He asked a little louder having his back turned to the den of his predator.

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There he sat, waiting for prey to cross his path and realize that they had made a huge mistake. Edge looked at the hole, shuffling his hind legs into a better position. Yet Edge never let his gaze leave that spot, he was so intent on attacking the nearest, breathing thing. Edge could already hear the crying of another animal, screaming and then falling silent. Then the corpse would be devored by the german shepherd, then left to be fed on by the vultures. Edge became more and more inpatient, the thoughts of blood and screams didn't help it at all. To get his mind off of his next victim, he thought about what he would do if a female happened to walk by. Then he would try to charm her, if that didn't work, Edge would rape her and maybe even hold her captive. He's just evil like that, keeping them captive and raping the crap out of them. Wether it was a successful one or not, he would probalby just take one of the litter and teach them of his ways. Even if they were big softies, Edge would teach them and try to wipe there mind clean of it, if it didn't work the pup would either be dead or abandoned.

Then clicking of nails on the sidewalk snapped Edge out of his deep thoughts, a soft growl came from the german shepherd. This dog just made the biggest mistake of its whole entire lifespan. The voice of his prey ringed in his ears, in the shadow of Edge's hiding place, the gemran shepherd's muscles popped and almost felt like they were going to explode. Edge took in the dog's scent, it was a male but as he came into view and spoke another time, Edge knew he was a softie. He didn't give a damn about what the collie mix had said, as long as he got the taste of blood. His eyelids came down, making them slits, a plot rang in his head and was put into action. "SUPRISE!!" Edge said evilily, as soon as he stopped, Edge lept. Flying through the hole and opening his jaws to readily feel flesh on his teeth, his legs spread out and his hind paws peeked out. This dog had time, but he could react to late and the outcome would be nothing like this dog had thought.

[»Kinetic™]

He should have run. He should have kept walking and not once have turned back. But the problem was that he remained where he stood by the corpses of the dead rats and now he was at the perfect place for anyone to take advantage of his unawareness of his surroundings. Not to mention it was night and very few dared to walk the streets. If he were to be attacked there would be no one to help him. And the darkness gave anyone a better chance at staying hidden which worked in the favor of the German Shepherd hiding beneath a layer of crates. Clark heard the faintest noise of movement from behind him, and for a second he hesitated to turn back. Perhaps it was just because he did not want to think anyone else was with him and that he would be so naive to think no one would be out to hurt him. But the sound of a voice did him in. Its tone was harsh and could have pulled off easily for any member of Fang. Quickly the collie turned just in time to see a dark figure lunging towards him from his hiding place beneath a group of crates. His orbs were almost glowing red and his paws were stretched forwards ready to grasp onto his victim. Clark's pupils widened but he did not have enough time to react any further. The distance between the two of them was too short for him to totally avoid the attack. And since the dog was already in mid-air when he was leaping at him there was no where for him to go but down.

Clark was thrown to the ground with the momentum the Shepherd had gained while lunging towards him. He felt his side collide with the cold concrete and jaws wrap around the soft tissue of his neck. Blood oozed from the fresh would and raced down his side tinting the cold ground red. He groaned from the sudden pain and looked over at his attacker who seemed to be thriving at the scent of blood. He tried to push himself upwards but instead only fell back into a puddle of his own blood. The bitter liquid splashed all around him and even getting onto the coat of the male who held him down. "Why are you doing this?" he managed to ask while once again trying to lift himself off the ground and shaking his head from side to side in attempts to get the brute to release him. The pain was almost unbearable and unlike most Clark refused to return an attack. Partly because he could not land his jaws on his side but also because he was more resistant when it came to fighting. He placed his paw on the male's neck and pushed hard trying to help himself be freed. His claws soon dug into the side of his throat causing scratches which soon started to bleed. Not heavily of course but a small trickle which might anger the male further. "Please... stop what you are doing!" Clark pleaded further hoping his strange act of kindness would make the blood thirsty male stop his actions.

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The attack had caused blood to pour onto the ground, but it wasn't the attackers blood. For a moment, Edge held onto the dog's neck and began to feel the blood trickle around him. He heard the dog mumble out a question but didn't give a damn what the male said. Then Edge put more pressure on the male's neck, if this dog was lucky, he would just get away with the neck bite. But Edge wanted more, he spoke in an insane tone. "Fight back bastard!!" Then he saw the male make a desperate attempt to get Edge off, but it only left a small scratch on his neck. Edge laughed evilily at the attempt, but did it work? Nope. This dog just made a horrid mistake, it angered the german shepherd and some what confused him. Why this dog wouldn't fight back was beyond him, but he really didn't give a damn about that either. Edge opened his jaws and lunged toward the dog's muzzle, but he spoke right as his muzzle was about an inch away. The german shepherd shut his jaws and spoke in a sarcastic tone. "What am I doing....? You want to know what I'm doing?" Edge leaned over to the dog's right ear and whispered. "I'm going to kill if you don't fight the hell back..." He smiled, not a happy smile, but an evil one.

Edge lifted his head and stared at the male, then spoke in the same evil tone. "This is how I'm going to recognize you." He picked up his right paw and threw it through the air, his target you ask? The dog's muzzle, the other dog's muzzle is his target. But a raven, coming out of no where and grabbing some fur from Edge's back distracted him. As it landed, Edge lept at it and grabbed some of its tail feathers, but he had left the other dog an advantage. He could run now, while Edge was still trying to attack the raven.

[»Kinetic™]

The male showed no mercy, but Clark was not really expecting him to suddenly realize what he was doing and back off. He was strong and had the advantage with his surprise attack which successfully pinned him to the ground. He had yet to fight back trying his best to keep his optimistic ways alive. But if he was going to stay alive he might have to launch an attack of his own. The first thing he was going to need to do however was actually get back on his four feet. Not fighting back angered the male on top of him and he cursed at him trying to get him to fight back. He still refused to do so even while trying to use his paws to push him off. The trickle of blood streaming from the neck of the shepherd only angered him further which was not what Clark's intention had been. Then quickly the brute launched his cranium towards Clark's muzzle. Before making his attack he heard the brute as him a question just before striking. His jaws wrapped around Clark's muzzle so he could not strike back, but instead felt blood start to ooze from the piercings from the male's ivories. He whimpered quietly in pain not sure of what to do next. Without having his jaws he could not defend himself since his paws were not pinned below next to his body. He was not a muscular dog unlike the shepherd whose bloodlines blessed him with much power. Clark's specialty was more along the lines of speed, not muscle. And his tolerance to pain was limited which also worked against him. For the moment things were not looking in his favor and he was not sure how he was going to get out of this mess.

The shepherd pulled his jaws off of Clark's muzzle then whispered something quietly into his ear. And though it was a whisper to Clark it sounded like a scream. His breath reeked of blood which had just oozed from Clark's maw. He already knew death was coming closer and he had to do something to stop its arrival. He felt his own blood trickle down his muzzle and pass his lips poisoning his taste buds with its bitter taste. He cringed at the feeling in his mouth. Then the shepherd spoke again lifting his right paw into the air while doing so. Identify him? Something was not making sense. But then quickly he used much force to swipe his paw across Clark's muzzle leaving a nasty scar with four lines, one for each claw that raked across his flesh. It was so deep it met bone and the cold wind ripping across them instantly turned it cold despite the warm blood soon oozing from the source. It hurt more than any other injury he had received previously and he winced at the pain given off from the injury. He was not really stuck having so many injuries and no way of getting himself unpinned from the ground. Blood was leaking from him rapidly from his neck and muzzle. And the shepherd holding him down remained almost virtually unharmed with only a few scratches on his neck which had clotted and halted its ooze. Barely a mark was present and would heal within a few days. And unlike Clark these marks would not scar over and could easily be forgotten.

Suddenly the tables of fate shifted gears in favor of Clark. Out of no where, a raven swooped down out of the indigo colored sky and grasped onto the cloak of the shepherd distracting him so he forgot about the collie under his grasp and attempted to catch his attacker. Clark took full advantage of this moment and got to his feet. His eyes shifted to his attacker who had a mouthful of feathers though no bird carcass to show for it. Clark leaped onto one of the crates leaning against one of the abandoned buildings trying to ignore the fact his neck and mouth were bleeding. "My how the tides have turned. Let me just tell you one thing mutt. Karma is a bitch and you can't always have your way." Screw his good morals. He needed to teach this bastard a lesson he would not soon forget. He bent his limbs, gathering his energy before lunging at the German Shepherd below. He was not much higher up, only by a few feet but it would give him somewhat of an edge which he despirately needed. His prime target was the brute's neck, but he knew his accuracy was not always right on. Anything would that would pin down the male was good enough for him, and as long as he broke skin he would start to even out the score. Wind ripped against his pelt, paws outstretched forwards ready to make contact with flesh. Time for this dog's high ego to fall and shatter.

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