Serving the King [Duke](GREYtheFLAILER)

[Skittles! <3]

A surprisingly large Bernese Mountain Dog somehow manages to sprint along the dirt road without so much as making a single noise. Her corded muscles ripple under a black, brown, and white coat whose fluffiness makes her seem bigger than she is. Not fat, per say. Just bigger. Without thinking twice, she suddenly swerves off of the course that she had been following, only to head toward a ditch and lie down by the side of the road. Her tongue, upon its own accord, flops out uncharacteristically and begins the annoying process of panting heavily. Her eyes twinkle with mirth as a rumbling chuckle rises within her throat, sounding more or less, like a playful growl of sorts.

She seems to be distancing herself from her fellow canines with minimal effort on her part. It's not that she doesn't like them. No, far from it. She just craves loneliness more often than companionship. Probably why she hasn't had a litter of puppies. Quite sad, considering she'd probably make an amazing mother. She just hasn't really bothered, or even considered the possibility, of having a litter of pups.

She prefers her rank more than anything else, anyways. She enjoys hunting and hates the thought of being cooped up in a dingy room with puppies suckling and needing her constant attention. At least, for the moment she does. She'll probably consider it in the future. Or maybe not. With a heavy sigh, she allows her head to rest between her front paws as she begins to doze. She allows the sun to warm her coat for several moments before lifting her head.

She yawns and drags herself to a sitting position. Almost relunctantly, she lifts her haunches off the ground and shakes out her coat. She begins to grumble and grouch loudly about such things as, but not limited to, a broken heart and a contrite spirit. She scuffles her paws along the dirt, allowing her nails to tear up the soft sod. She stops her movements of frustration to inhale deeply. The scent of prey fills her nostrils, and she's reminded of how she hasn't eaten since coming to Rigormortis. No, she's been too concerned with feeding and helping her fellow canines in any way that she could.

Even if they are difficult to handle at times. A low chuckle rumbles in her throat at the mere thought of her fellow canines being difficult. Then her mind wanders to other things. Things like the other packs within these strange lands. She can't figure out why they can't just get along. They're all canines, after all. Shouldn't they be trying their best to help out each other when they're all living in these blasted lands for the same reason and striving towards the same goal?

Scratch that thought. Those are the naive thoughts of a newborn puppy. She refuses to lower herself to those standards and ways of thinking. She scans the area for a few moments before lowering her head to give her chest fur a few swift licks. When she finally lifts her head, her tongue swipes over her nose so she can better draw in the surrounding scents. Suddenly her mouth stretches wide in a yawn. Within moments, she's lying back down on the ground.

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[atrb=background,http://i34.tinypic.com/nwd7p1.jpg] Duke The secret side of me, I never let you see, I keep it caged but I can't control it. So stay away from me, the beast is ugly, I feel the rage and I just can't hold it... .xXx. Death was something Duke has come extremely familiar with, throughout his years. He’d seen it in all shapes and sizes; ranging from rabbits, to humans. Though, there was something all kills, of Duke’s or not, had in common. They were all undeniably pathetic. As the muscled Doberman made his way through his pack lands, head hanging low to align with his shoulders, this is what he thoughts about. He didn’t currently have any company to entertain him, therefore his mind tended to wander. Though, Duke only let it wander so far. There was a limit on how far back in time he would let his mind travel. Why, might you ask? Well, Duke had his reasons. One of them, being the fact he didn’t enjoy feeling. There was a difference between feeling emotionally, and simply... feeling. For example, Duke enjoyed feeling. But he accomplished that through females. The way they made his heart race, as adrenaline pumped through his system relentlessly. The intoxication scent that they gave off, this time of year. That was all feeling. But not emotionally. To Duke, emotion was a weakness. And to be weak, was to be dead. The Doberman’s lips parted momentarily as he came to a halt pause, one leg hesitating above ground. His chest expanded as he inhaled; testing the scents about him for anything of... interest. After a few moments, Duke’s eyes shot open, ears swivelling towards the nearby road. Bingo. Immediately, Duke’s entire body tensed, the muscles along his neck being pulled taught, as he arched the limb, almost touching his chin to his chest. Now, see, that was exciting. The scent of a female was simply... exhilarating. The Doberman immediately started walking towards the source of the smell, a small bound in each and every step. He help himself back; putting on all mental restrains he could. His instincts screamed at him to rush forwards; to confront the female. And yet, Duke was so much smarter than that. The Doberman would control his inner turmoil, until he could stand no longer. Duke walked towards the road, his legs propelling him forwards carefully. He walked with an air of dominance and power; his head held his, movements projecting the sheer confidence in his aura. And, as he made his way down the road, the brute came to a pause, breath hitching in his throat as he spied the female. Slowly he stalked forwards, lowering his head, letting his ears perk forwards in her direction. Only when the alpha was a few feet away from the female, did he pause, once again restoring himself to his full height. “Hello, Dove.” He said simply, his signature smile sliding slyly onto his features. Charming and seductive; a practised look since Duke had reached sexual maturity. It was always the first step to getting what he wanted. That, and kindly spoken words in the masculine voice in which Duke obtained usually interested females. Although, he’d have to play it out; get her interested. The brute needed to see what this particular femme thought of him, first. Duke tipped his head respectfully towards her, before arching his neck again, and shaking himself. He made a steady eye contact with her, and was extremely careful to keep his expression blank, yet interested. Nothing more, nothing less. “Might I say, it’s a pleasure to see you once more, Blythe.” Duke said once again, before raising a brow, and letting his gaze drop to run over her body briefly. His members knew what he was like and frankly, it didn’t matter much it they knew Duke was interested. Although, he wouldn’t want her to be... Offended. Because an offended female meant no action, for Duke. And let me tell you, that was not good in his books. Then again, he didn’t much listen to females requests, anyways. But Duke had told himself that was simply outside of the pack. He wouldn’t force his own members. Never would he do such a thing. Unless there was a good reason for it, of course... Duke paused his thoughts, deciding that was enough. He didn’t need to get more excited then he currently was. The brute inhaled slightly, and smiled again. He could only hope today would be a good day. I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess that I feel like a monster. I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun, I must confess that I feel like a monster...

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[Skittles! <3]

A quiet snort rushes past the female's nostrils as the scent of testosterone reaches her. Way to disguise yourself, bub. To her, the scent isn't unusual for this time of year. After all, probably most males got off during this wretched season. Dark brown eyes gaze into the distance, registering the figure of her alpha, Duke. A grimace tugs at her features but only for mere moments. She grumbles and grouches, finally managing to haul herself to her paws.

She could feel the male's gaze sear into her coat as if she were his prey. She wants to snap at him vocally then lunge for the spot in which he treasures, but she'll be nice. For now. A rumbling chuckle rises within her throat and finally bubbles forth. She may play the sweet one, but it won't stop her from trying to put the dog in his place. After all, she's not afraid of him, unlike most of the others. In fact, he amuses her.

"One, I'm no white symbol of peace. Two, stop looking at me as if I'm your food. Three, I'm surprised you even remember my name, Duke." Her remarks seem dry while humor glimmers in her darkened gaze. A slow spreading smile tugs at her lips as she advances toward him to lightly nip at his cheek. Grinning sheepishly, she moves away from him with a quiet cackle. She wouldn't be wooed so easily as the other females.

No, she had some self-respect and dignity left, as little as it may be. "Don't you have enough puppies to raise?" She asks somewhat abruptly while gazing directly into his eyes. Her own gaze appears to be unwavering. The only sign of tension in her body is the occasional twitching of her muscles. For one being so quiet, it's a surprise that she shows no signs of fear when talking to the alpha. She lashes her tail only once before taking a seat.

"Sorry. That was out of line." Her tone has since obtained a lilt of innocence. She blinks her brown eyes once or twice before redirecting her gaze toward the direction of the sky above. "Don't you have a pack to care for, Duke? Or other females to bug, for that matter?" Her tone has now become guarded.

A low grumble rises in her throat as she stands and moves toward him once more whilst keeping her tail tucked tightly against her. She nips lightly at his nose and stares into his eyes with a goofy grin of sorts. "You should really to be less obvious because when you throw around your testosterone, rank, and stature, it becomes a turn off for some females." Once she's finished speaking, she licks his ear. "And you need a bath, you smell horrid." She teases lightly before moving away from him. "Now besides the obvious, how may I help you?"

Her tone is light and nonchalant. Her head tilts slightly as looks at him. "Okay, okay. I'll admit the following. For a guy, you're fairly cute but that doesn't mean that you're on safe ground yet, bub." She slides into a sitting position. She begins to look him up and down.

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[atrb=background,http://i34.tinypic.com/nwd7p1.jpg] Duke The secret side of me, I never let you see, I keep it caged but I can't control it. So stay away from me, the beast is ugly, I feel the rage and I just can't hold it... .xXx. There was something about a challenge that would catch Duke’s interest, like a quickly growing flame. It would get larger and larger, all until it could not be ignored, and Duke would be forced to put out. Putting it out meaning he either conquered the challenge, and got what he wanted, or he simple decided to leave it be. After all, some things weren’t worth his breath. He had a pack to run. But see, a female like this was worth his attention. Duke walked closer to her, pausing to look over her frame easily, his dead eyes taking in her gruff manner. She spoke, and immediately, her words caused Duke’s maw to pull into a little smirk. Amused... but not highly. Well, well. Someone had quite the little mouth on them. “Well, it’s not entirely my fault if I’m hungry.” Duke said, his small smile slowly growing into that of a charmed little grin. He tilted his head and winked briefly, before continuing. “Although, the remembrance of names I take full credit for.” He spoke in a light, yet professional tone; one suggesting his uncalled for flirtatious attitude. Duke stayed unmoving as she nipped at his cheek with a little grin, and watched her move away from him yet again, with unwavering eyes. She might not have been trying, but the girl already had him hooked. It was then, as she spoke again, the mood shifted dramatically. Duke’s ears swivelled towards her, immediately perking up, as the smile was wiped off of his face in mere seconds, only to be replaced with another little dark smirk. Duke raised a brow at her suddenly, as if demanding for her to correct herself. His muscles pulled tight, as he watched her, his eyes completely focused. It wasn’t what the little female had said, but how she said it. “Well, seems like you’ve got quite the little mouth on you.” Duke spoke warningly, his small smirk unwavering as he spoke. His tone was somewhat sarcastic and amused, although there was a warning within the depths of his words. If she was at all intelligent, she would pick up on it, and smarten up. If half the dogs here even knew what the Doberman was capable of, they wouldn’t talk to him in such disrespectful ways. But then, the female reclined onto her haunches, and corrected herself, just as Duke had wished. Good girl. He thought mockingly, before letting his focus rest on her incoming words, once again. His smile reignites to the slightest, as he begins to speak. “The pack can take care of itself, for the time being. It’s not as if they’re all a bunch of year-old pups. Beside, I’d much rather keep you some company, anyways.” Duke said, his smile growing slightly, still of that seductive nature. As the female got up, Duke noted the way her tail clung close to her body, even as she nipped at his muzzle lightly. Well, it seemed as if he would be forced to work, for this one. The brute smirked a little as she nipped him, deciding not to nip her back, even in a playful manner. Duke didn’t ‘do’ playful. He was serious, and right to the point. He could have fun, but he accomplish that in his own ways, entirely. Duke exhaled in slight defeat as she speaks, before licking him lightly on the ear. The brute wasn’t defeated by her, per say... But by her scent. He inhaled, chest expanding with the action, just to take in more of the intoxicating aroma. The brute felt himself tense once more, and lowered his head, before it jerked back up to rest normally once more. “Well, there’s no fun in anything besides the obvious, Blythe.” He said, sending her a small little grin, and taking a daring step closer. Her scent burned in his nose and throat, causing his nerves to itch with anticipation. Duke took a step to the side, needing to do something with himself, to keep from leaping atop her, without her say. He would do that normally, but this was his pack. He couldn’t go about pleasuring himself without permission. The conclusion was saddening and rather annoying, but true. Duke needed the respect of his members. Duke’s attention was grabbed once more, rather suddenly, as the female before him spoke. Oh? Not on safe grounds? Duke could think of a few ways to fix that. “Well, do tell me how I can get there. I imagine safe ground is a very delightful place to be.” Duke spoke wittily, with another of his small smiles. He watched her look over him and did the same in return happily, letting his eyes roam over her body. Immediately, Duke shuffled his paws once again to the side, exhaling forcefully. He would have come across as antsy to most, and that was perfectly true. Duke knew what he wanted, and he knew what his body wanted. And he was going to do his damn best, to get it. I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess that I feel like a monster. I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun, I must confess that I feel like a monster... Words: 938 Muse: Good Notes: I didn't proof it, but this definitely turned out better than my other post. xD

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