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A loud huff of air kicked up the dust that lay across the empty ground as Chiraq rose his head from the scent. Whatever it was here only moments ago, it was gone now. He looked to the sky to what he knew would be the culprit; a predatory bird. They were more frequent in the land he was leaving from, but on these borders it was all the same. This land was dead like the lands between the towns of the south. He wasn't home quite yet.
The large male continued to march forward with all the dignity of an alpha. There was no one there to perform for, but he had gotten so used to doing it that it was just his natural posture at this point. Or...perhaps he had spoken too soon? He could see a large white figure moving towards him in the opposite direction, sticking out like a sore thumb. He supposed in this dusty brown land, he somewhat stuck out like a sore thumb as well. He chuckled, flashing the very tip his elongated fangs briefly with the curve of a lip before his jowls slid back over them like a sword's sheath. He continued to walk forward, paying no regard to the figure.
A breeze hanging low ran through the canyon. the two were walking through. The narrow space channeled it into a strong gust, but nowhere near strong enough to budge such heavy beasts like these two. The breeze would carry his scent to the other, and it made him wonder if they would react accordingly. 'Will they be able to determine an alpha from their scent like they would an infected?' he thought curiously. Well, he would just have to find out.
"undo these chains my friend, i'll show you the rage i've hidden. perish the sacrament, swallow but
nothing's forgiven"
i walked, each paw cast forth was sound and intentional. massive founders, imprinting within the earth's facade as i meandered forth. skull was held at a rather high level, though not to be mistaken for an overly confident creature, no. cropped ears rotated erect as the distance sighting of an onyx male appeared. drooping lips were inflated with the short exertion of air, the noise concocting to become a gruff grumble. docked tail stuck upward as muscle bound chest cavity broadened in my approach. and who is this that embarks? he holds himself quite high and mighty. i wondered, how fine was that high horse of his? there was nothing wrong with establishing dominance instantly, it only meant he knew his place in the world. i also pondered did he ever stop to think not everyone would bow? had i been in a better mood, i might force a grin or two. but he'd already seemed to determine the way this encounter would end, so why was i drawn to him so much? hmph.
as our gap closed, and we neared one another, i realized he looked a little like myself. brawny, immense - surely he wasn't cane corso? if he was, he didn't look purely bred. that was a major thing where i come from, to be of only pure blood. he was corrupted, lined with filth. the blood of a mutt- and i was so drawn to it. like forbidden fruit i just wanted to taste, oh but i shall refrain, if ever for the moment.
"hello,"
feminine tones ventured, as squared muzzle elevated slightly and veered to the right ever so- exposing corresponding sea green lens so that i may take a closer gander at the fine beast which hulked before me.
The other continued without the slightest hindrance. Good. He was looking forward to a challenger. The skinny ferals he had encountered in the south were nothing worth breeding larger and finer specimen like himself over. He was looking forward to sparring with someone his own size.
The moment they had taken note of each other, their eyes locked, neither of them intent on yielding. Her own eyes were a curious color; something he only rarely saw in young dogs, but her size and state would suggest that she wasn't. Still, there was a spark of life to them that let him know she was not an ancient like himself. His own eyes were a typical honey amber over a century ago. Now they were pale and frosty; a sign that he was yet to agree, though she probably wouldn't know that.
She was a cane corso like himself; strong, powerful, dark and fierce . They were powerful dogs bred to hunt formidable creatures like boars. But he had an edge over them and any other massive beast like himself; his pure and deeply seated Tosa Inu fury. His other half was bred solely and purely for fighting; it created tempest of rage that twisted and burned inside of him. It took the better half of the year to quell and mask his bloodlust, especially with the addition of his literal blood lust, but he must have been improving to not have tipped the female off.
The argentino didn't let up her posture, but she didn't aggress either. It put him in an awkward conditioning of sizing her up for battle, but quickly dismissing it as something that wasn't going to happen unless he provoked her as well. "Afternoon." he responded to her greeting. His voice was somewhat rasped from lack of water, but still low and rumbling like a distant avalanche or a calm thunder. "This is a rather far walk into nothing, isn't it?" he asked rather dully. He had not been taken through this land on his travel to the south, and now he knew why. It was a nearly dead ecosystem with nothing much to do.
Which made the male wonder what was any other dog doing out here to begin with.
"undo these chains my friend, i'll show you the rage i've hidden. perish the sacrament, swallow but
nothing's forgiven"
the man spoke, his scrutinizing eye as ever piercing as my own. "afternoon, this is a rather far walk into nothing, isn't it?" the words rolled into my mind and i mulled them over as much as i contemplated my own response to such. elevated snout now fell to become parallel with the earth once more, having to look up at the boy due to his larger size. "i suppose. honestly, i wouldn't know. i'm newer to this landscape." i admitted haphazardly, never once removing my eyes from the boy as i stood defiantly. toe to toe, nose to nose, eye to eye we stood directly before one another. "how about yourself? are you newer here or are you a native?" i inquired, distinctly feminine voice laced in an alluring draw expelled the words as if dripping in toxic honey.
The female poke with a smooth and fluid voice, despite the history he knew she had. He could see it on her muzzle; faint and small and could really be anything, but because she was a corso, it had to be that thing. She didn't let her past, or the taste of blood, take her spirit, from what he could assume from the briefness of this encounter so far. That is an admirable trait, though if seduction was her aim, it would be in vain. His reckless and gullible streak was long gone by this age; he knew exactly what he wanted in a dog, and was rigid by it. This girl definitely had potential; he couldn't deny to see his own power and confidence mirrored but altered with the grace and delicacy only a select few could posses had stirred a fire deep within him that had gone dormant since Gospel, but he would have to know her better before determining if she was worth his affection.
When she asked if he was new or native, his lip began to curve slightly into a smile. The tip of his protrusive fangs once again flashed, but he was so used to it and the reactions it brought from other canines that he continued unhindered regardless of how she reacted to them. "I would have to say neither. I've settled south of here for quite some time. It was too easy; dogs like us could dominate this place. Now its time to go home and take on a real challenge." Chiraq replied, grin only growing wider. There was a gleam in his eye when he began to think about it; the idea of claiming a land-his homeland- to himself and bolstering loyal numbers to revitalize it. It would be hard work, and it would be strenuous, but he would become a legend once he pulls it off, and all of his follower's names would be known all across the north and south. Thats was his challenge. "I'll hope to see you there one day." he admitted to her unguardedly. He gave the other a curt nod and continued his walk past her. They didn't exchange names yet; they could save it for recruitment day.
"undo these chains my friend, i'll show you the rage i've hidden. perish the sacrament, swallow but
nothing's forgiven"
the meeting was cut short as the brute sauntered by with a swagger unfathomable. His last words beckoning me to succumb to something greater, to bend with the wind as it saw fit. Shall I? Would I? Could I? With a grimace and barely a glance over my shoulder, I continued on my way as well. His last words were responded with silence, the mere whir of my breath as I advanced onward.
