09-17-2018, 07:19 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]On the wind the smell of blood, pungent and sharp in it's metal tang that clogged the nostrils. To say he had made a mess was an understatement but it felt so good. He sighed softly as he parted his jaws, a low yawn expanding his rib cage that was quite visible against the flesh of his body. It looked like he had not eaten in days but he was well kept. Fur clean and not thinning, short with a light gloss to it. To be sure he kept himself in working condition. The male still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he wasn't a slave anymore. It didn't make much sense to give property the ability to bite their handlers. He was a dweller now, a normal member of the Pitt and now he had access to do what he pleased without backlash. The thick scabs on his back spoke of the times he had tried to go against his leash, a whip that had scarred him and forced him back into submission. Oh, he knew that place well and he blinked pink marble colored eyes before he pushed up from where he had been resting.
There was someone there, his senses so in tuned had picked up faint steps. The light thudding of a heart that was unknown to him. Shifting he pushed the body away from him as it was already dead and the chest having been ripped into. Hmm, he was messy and he couldn't go to greet someone looking like this so he made his way to a near by watering hole, something that would most likely dry up in a few days and he cleaned himself up. The water quickly tinged with red as he splashed a little here and there, rubbing his paws together and dunking his face to relieve himself of the blood that he had gotten on himself. But a meal was a meal. Turning now made his way to the border, eyes falling on the canine and he tilted his head. That want surged through him and his jaws parted, tongue pressing against sharp teeth that curved slightly backwards. Can't eat everyone at the border but then again he only had eyes for canines. "Good evening...." His voice was low, even and a little quite as he dipped his head to him. "Welcome to the Pitt. Do you need any help settling in?" Seemed old habits died hard and he had also forgotten to introduce himself. Slaves didn't need names and he never gave his own when talking to those that he one considered his betters.
There was someone there, his senses so in tuned had picked up faint steps. The light thudding of a heart that was unknown to him. Shifting he pushed the body away from him as it was already dead and the chest having been ripped into. Hmm, he was messy and he couldn't go to greet someone looking like this so he made his way to a near by watering hole, something that would most likely dry up in a few days and he cleaned himself up. The water quickly tinged with red as he splashed a little here and there, rubbing his paws together and dunking his face to relieve himself of the blood that he had gotten on himself. But a meal was a meal. Turning now made his way to the border, eyes falling on the canine and he tilted his head. That want surged through him and his jaws parted, tongue pressing against sharp teeth that curved slightly backwards. Can't eat everyone at the border but then again he only had eyes for canines. "Good evening...." His voice was low, even and a little quite as he dipped his head to him. "Welcome to the Pitt. Do you need any help settling in?" Seemed old habits died hard and he had also forgotten to introduce himself. Slaves didn't need names and he never gave his own when talking to those that he one considered his betters.