.:Ashes to Ashes:. ; Dante & Hayley

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The day was particularly hot. The sun hung itself forcefully in the sky, blazing down flames and burning air to the surface of the earth below. To commemorate with the heat it was also dusty and dry in this territory the young female had found her way to. It was the old Ghost Town, at least, that was what she was told or, more so, overheard other canines speak of. It didn't seem far too haunted from the small canine's point of view and she was never unsure of herself to handle anything that would or could come her way. In addition to this tactic, her fur would also act as nearly perfect camouflage in this wasteland for it harbored the same dusty brown coloring as the ground below. The only thing that would give her away if she did need cover would be her leather collar she wore around her neck.

The collar would not be removed under any circumstances though, for it was given to the fae by her recently deceased father, or more so, her foster father. Her lips curled back in a slight snarl of disgust as she thought back to that day when the male had helped her to find her birth mother. The mother that, in return for this act, killed the male wanting custody over her daughter. Hayley shook her head back and forth lightly at this idea. These thoughts should not invade hear head again for fear of causing an outburst like that she had shown in front of Angel. 'The bastard,' she thought to herself.

Hayley was not the best at picking friends but she was good at finding bad situations to get herself into. Her head still hurt from that day she had rammed him, her ears rung as the memory of the impact flooded into her mind. It was not pleasant.

The female moved forward, pushing through the dirt and dust causing it to swirl up slightly around her as she passed by. The ground was hard and would not leave footprints but the slight shifts in dust could tell a canine who was indeed an excellent tracker that the female had surely passed through here. She lifted her head up as she walked, holding it proudly as she knew no one was around and she was in no need of a defensive strategy this day, at least, so far.

As she continued through the streets of the old town she glanced at the abandoned buildings, all in ruins and wrecks. One of them stood out to her though. Through the slightly opened wooden door she could see a small glimmer of something, something that was shining. Metal? Whatever it was she felt the need to investigate. Padding over to the broken door she pushed it open, easing it with her muzzle on the side that harbored the broken hinges, and peeked inside. He moved her head and shoulders through before becoming stuck between the door and the doorway. Her entrance was barricaded by herself. No matter. She could look over the sparkling object from a distance. Turning her gaze towards the object that had caught her eye she was struck with a sudden horror. It was a cage, a cage for humans and inside lay a wasted body. It had obviously been abandoned with the rest of the town but what scared her most of all from this sight was the idea of being caged, no longer having the sense of freedom she held so dear.

Hayley had to escape from this prison. She pushed her paws back, attempting to free herself from this doorway that bound her. She eventually managed to squeeze out, her only injury was the soreness she held over her rib cage. The young mutt proceeded by shaking her entire body as if to buck off the idea of being locked in a cage.

With a sense of accomplishment and the fear faded, the female looked to a nearby building. The side had a window only protected by the busted up glass that lay on the outsides of it's sill. Jumping onto a trough that lay beneath it she made her way in through this window but cut the bottom of her paw in doing so. The sharp glass sinking into her soft padded skin made her wince out in pain as she jumped to the wooden planked floor. It creaked as she limped over to a stool that sat in a row of others. A large counter stretched out in front of them and was covered with dusty mugs and glasses. The mutt attempted a jump onto one of these stools but as soon as she made contact the thing spun around in a circle, causing her to get dizzy and fall back to the floor. At that moment she felt she could have cried in frustration. But instead she walked over to the left where a large stage lie within the building.

She made her way up the small flight of stairs and onto the platform, pushing her way through the thick curtains that hide the majority of it from the number of tables and chairs within the main portion of the structure. Once behind the sheets the female noticed she was surrounded by many mysterious things. Dresses, outfits, pillows, a large, brown device that harbored many white and black rectangles that, when stepped on, would produce a horribly loud noise.

After observing the area she finally settled upon a small pile of clothing where she then dressed her bleeding paw. Licking over it lightly it began to stop the slight dripping of the red liquid of her body.

She laid there, comfortably, allowing a light blanket of sleep to find her.

She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/b4jhuv.png] MONSTER. The midday sun beat down mercilessly on the baked earth, waves of heat distorting the air as one gazed into the distance. There were few creatures that dared come to this desolate place, and even fewer who could make it out alive. Yet it was an irresistible place to explore. Eyes flashed from the shadows as the beast lurked between two buildings, hugging the darkness to conceal his form. He regarded the female as she paced through the ghost town, inspecting the buildings. As she moved out of his field of vision he dashed across the way, slipping into shadows on the other side. He observed the dog's curiosity at having seen something, and the ensuing fear of whatever she had spotted when she became wedged in a doorway. A tongue snaked out from between his fangs, running along his muzzle as he contemplated attacking her in this moment of weakness. But before he could make a move, she had freed herself and moved on. MONSTER. The pair of floating eyes followed her movements, studying the way she was built and how she moved from one step to the next, as she approached a building and lept in through a broken window. He heard a soft thud as she landed inside, and grimaced. Silently he moved across the scorched dirt, exposing himself to the sunlight as he snaked his way around the building to the front. There was a pair of swinging doors that sat three feet or so above the round, nailed to the door frame, and he simply ducked under. With a narrowed gaze he scanned the interior of the structure, noticing the tail of the female disappear behind the curtains on the stage. Quietly he trotted toward the curtains, moving around the side and ducking into a hole beneath the stage and plopping down into the dirt beneath the building. Shafts of light filtered through the wooden boards overhead, dappling the ground. He spotted a dark circle where the light was blotted out by something on the stage above, and moved toward it. MONSTER. Dante crouched down, lifting his muzzle to peer through the minuscule cracks. He made out the figure of the female, lying atop a pile of old human garments. She seemed to be sleeping but, as he remained still and quiet, studying her breaths, he noted that it was only a light sleep. He chuckled inwardly, a wicked grin splitting his maw, his fangs gleaming in the low-light. This would be fun. Carefully he made his way to the east end of the stage, moving slowly so he wouldn't make much noise. Once there he threw his skull up, bashing it into the wooden planks to produce a loud thump. Ducking down again, he slithered his way toward the front, lying in one spot for a few moments as he listened carefully for any movements the female may make. Satisfied he had waited long enough, he again tossed his head against the floorboards, heedless of the dull throbbing that resulted. He smirked, laughing silently at his game.

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The small fae lay in her comfortable, make-do bed as visions of bright things, colorful, good things ran through her head as she lightly dreamed. Her right ear flicked as she was picking up a faint sound. A laugh? Not likely out here, not many canines dared to visit this desolate place. She let out a long breath, certain she was only imagining voices in her head to fit the plot that had been progressing in her dreams. But sadly this peaceful feeling was short lived as the vision of the canine she hated so dearly plastered itself into her head. Angel. Oh how she could not stand the wolf. This, of course, was followed by a deafening sound of thumping on the wooden surroundings. The noise sent the mutt's head shooting up to see where it had come from.

She climbed to her feet, stepping off of the light material she had been using as a nest just recently, and stepped out onto the wooden flooring, the boards squeaking and squealing from the forced shift she had caused by the sudden addition of the female's weight. Hayley looked around her surroundings suspiciously, knowing something strange was happening.

She was only partially awake by this time and still held the images of her dreams, or more so, nightmares as that is what they had morphed into by the end. She questioned herself and whether or not the sound had only been some form of ringing in her head from her sleep. She was not certain but she more than assumed that was all that it was. She snorted a bit before turning around, back towards the garments that she had transformed into a bed, not that anyone else couldn't do the same thing.

As she took her first step back she heard it again, the loud thump, but this time it was from a different direction. Now the mutt was growing nervous. "Who's there?" she barked out sharply, her ears perked up for a reply. She began to move forward in the direction the sound had come from but had put too much weight on her injured paw. "Shit!" she yelled out in pain before lifting the paw back into the air and up against her side as if protecting it.

"I'm not kidding! You better come out here right now!" She stepped forward, unsure of who she was truly dealing with. Whoever he was, he was really starting to piss her off. "Get out here you coward!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

The bitch was pissed.

She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/b4jhuv.png] MONSTER. The anger he had evoked in the female thoroughly pleased him. Though his original intention had been fear, anger was just as good. Silently he made his way to the back of the stag, watching where and how he placed every step so that it would make no noise. Once there he lifted his skull, thumping it against the floor in a one-two-three rhythm. Dropping back to the ground, almost snickering in delight, he snaked his way beneath the female's body. He stared up at her through the cracks, wishing he could have reached up and taken a mouthful of the soft flesh of her underbelly. But his own wounded stomach was not yet willing to permit another fight, and made its protest when he lifted his head. Grimacing, but holding back the pain with no sound, he used his back legs to press his skull hard into the wood. The result was an astoundingly loud thump directly beneath the female's position. The male crouched down in the understage, often called Hell in shakespeare's time, with a grin. MONSTER. Stalking over to a spot that was behind a rack of clothing, he put his muzzle near a crack. "Don't worry, my darling. There's nobody here." Suddenly remembering a line he had used to tease a female white shepherd in a fashion similar to this, he smirked. Moving about ten feet to the right, positioning himself beneath a spot that was behind an old box, he let his voice come forth once again. "You see Nobody. And Nobody sees you." He strained his voice a little at the end, attempting to make it seem more creepy than it already was. Even if he wasn't inciting fear in her, anger was twice as fun to play with. Pacing back toward the front of the stage, he crouched down in the shadow of a board, peering up as though waiting for her to say or do something more. He contemplated appearing on the scene as though he had no idea what was going on, as he had done with the shepherd a few weeks ago, or if he should continue this game. After a silent moment he decided that at least one or two more bumps would be fun, just to get her more riled up, and then he could appear from the shadows as was his custom.

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"Don't worry, my darling. There's nobody here."

The voice was eerie and somewhat frightening to the young mongrel as she stood there upon the stage, utterly defenseless against this unseen enemy. Obviously, someone was here and was teasing her, possibly even testing her for a reaction. She would give them no such pleasure as to see her cower and shy away from the unseen voice so she allowed a low growl to rumble from her throat.

The source of the previous thumps and possibly the voice were underneath her, unable to be seen in her field of vision. The female's lips curled back in a snarl from frustration.

"You see Nobody. And Nobody sees you."

With that last statement heard she started digging viciously into the floorboards. The mutt's claws scraped violently at the wooden floor but to no avail did the firm ground break. She was growing a tad bit nervous. Her muscle's began twitching under her skin, mostly from both a mix of irritation from the coward who refused to reveal himself and from a slight ting of terror that struck her from the unavailability of seeing her opponent. This whole situation was just a bit too creepy for her liking, she needed an escape.

No. She shook her head slightly to herself. She could not run away and give the enemy the pleasure of her retreat nor would she turn her back towards him. Although, he could be anywhere, even behind her this very moment. Hayley turned her head around, her legs following her sight, to assure herself no one was behind her. It was then she saw it.

A light trail of blood could be seen from someone or something moving across the floor. Her heart skipped a beat from the sudden shock. She ventured closer.

It was her own blood, from her paw that had been bleeding awhile ago. The mutt let out a small sigh of relief. She had forgotten that her foot had been cut especially now since it had scabbed over at the bottom of her paw. With this mystery solved she turned back around to the place she had last heard the thumping. "Show yourself! What are you? a coward?"

She was testing, tormenting, and begging he would come out and reveal himself... or herself... nah, himself.

She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/b4jhuv.png] MONSTER. For a moment he thought that she might actually break through the boards and come down to his level. When she gave he chuckled silently. Who would want to descend into Hell? He ignored her taunts, moving back toward the hole he had entered from. There was the sound of nails on wood, and his head poked around the corner of the curtain. He was still too much in shadow to be seen clearly, but his burnt umber eyes seemed to glow in the dim lighting. With a grin he stepped out to reveal his horrific form, and the shadows let out a silent gasp. His brindle pelt was mangled, covered in scars. His front legs were nothing but scar tissue, a few open wounds still oozing black blood. On his stomach was a good sized gash that was almost healed, but still obviously painful. His face was disfigured, scars crisscrossing his muzzle and a piece of his lip missing, his ears torn and tattered. The spiked collar he wore partially covered a particularly nasty scar on his throat, the sharp metal pieces almost daring someone to take a bite. What a horrendous thing was he. And the fact that his muzzle split into a smirk made it no better. MONSTER. Dante could have easily been the monster from the darkest nightmares, and yet he never seemed to notice how he looked, and he certainly didn't flaunt it or try to use it to his advantage. Rather, he preferred to use action and let the victim decide if he was the stuff of nightmares or simply a mad dog. More often than not he received the latter and, honestly, he couldn't argue. Even Salty, the infected scrap of fur, had called him insane. Coming from someone who had lost most of her fur and had all but white eyes, it meant a lot. Or at least, it should have. He had simply accounted her as the crazy one for the fact that he didn't remember mangling her. Ah, the worst kind of addict was the one who didn't know they had a problem. MONSTER. "Well hello there, doll. What are you..." His voice trailed off as his gaze dropped to the planks before him, locking onto the thin trail of blood she had left. Suddenly his body went rigid, hackles raised and muscles stiffened. His eyes voided all emotion, filling with an empty hunger. He lowered himself to the floor, shutting his eyes and running his tongue out over the dried blood. His body quaked in delight. His orbs snapped open, locking onto the female with a ravenous appetite. Ripping forth a snarl, the dog rose to his paws, taking a step toward her. The muscles in his throat worked as though he was trying to speak, but all that came out was a deeper snarl. His limbs began to shiver as he strained to hold himself back. He had been injured in the fight with Salty--the fight that he couldn't remember a single detail of--and his subconscious mind was trying to tell him to chill out before he exacerbated it beyond repair. But the bloodlust in his eyes told a different story.

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"Well hello there, doll. What are you..."

'What am I? What sort of question is that?' the young female thought as she glanced over the canine's features. It was truly a horrid sight the way this beast looked. He looked more like a pile of dark ribbons glued together than an actual dog. A snarl crawled across her face. Her lips curled back, revealing her white teeth and fangs. "What the hell kind of question is that?" she asked him, a sarcastic ring sounding in her tone. "I think the real question is what are you. I mean, surely you're not any type of canine I've ever seen before." She was growling and taunting with her sarcastic tone. Surely this wasn't the best time to be acting like a brat for the only thing it would surely lead to was trouble. But, then again, Hayley always seemed to be the one most likely to find trouble in this world.

She was snarling threateningly, just simply daring him to take a step closer. She needed her personal space, especially around a guy like...well, that. Somehow she knew he must have either been asking for what breed she was or her name, and she wasn't the type of canine to go about spewing her own personal information.

The female took a slight lunge forward, threatening him. She wanted him gone, she wanted him to leave. "I was here first," she stated, "and I demand that you leave now! Why is it that wherever I go there is always some jackass like you to show up and spoil everything?! Spit and foam was leaking from the corners of her mouth and her eyes were bloodshot and red.

'Just one day,' she thought. 'Is that too much to ask?'

She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/b4jhuv.png] MONSTER. A few select dogs were able to see and recognize the look in his eyes, and even fewer knew that it was reason to turn tail. Even the infected wolf, Salty, had known that he was no longer in a rational state of mind. Then again, it had taken his suicidal assault to make her realize this, and by then it was too late for her to escape. He had decimated that scrap of fur. Without remorse and without... memory. He had feasted upon her blood as though he needed it to survive. Only when his thirst had been sated did his thoughts return to him. He had been surprised to find a mangled and bloody mess beneath him, and he couldn't recall what happened. To this day he has no recollection of hurting her so, only what she later told him. So what made this female think it would be any different? She had left her blood within view. It was her fault that his extreme behavior had been triggered. Alack, she had not known. MONSTER. The dutch shepherd was deaf to her words, his vision narrowing into a tunnel that focused on her paw, where the trail of blood ended. His body quivered as he took a quick step forward then stopped, as if he were straining against a harness. His subconscious desperately held him back with all its strength. It knew that he could not stand another fight so soon. But his restraint broke as she took a threatening lunge at him. The action had proved too much and as she drew back, he came forward with a rush of air. His slavering jaws parted in a nasty snarl, the scar tissue on his muzzle glinting in the dim light, teeth bared. Any other dog would sit back and calculate a strike, decide where the most damage can be dealt the least received. But Dante didn't care. He came at her head on, charging straight into her face. His teeth flashed, slicing at her forehead. If he was lucky enough, he could blind her with her own blood. But this was the last thing on his mind. MONSTER. Snarling savagely the dog rose up on his hind legs, putting his chest level with her head. His neck twisted, muzzle opening wide as he sought to bring it down on the back of her neck: his favorite spot. He wasn't worried about his throat being attacked in the process of rising above her, he knew that his spiked collar would make it nearly impossible to bite anything but hard metal. But there were two reasons he went for the back of her neck instead of her throat. Reason number one: there is a large nerve cluster where the base of the skull meets the spine that, if hit correctly, can temporarily paralyze the dog. Reason number two: there is ample skin on the nape of canines, remnants from when they were pups and their mothers would carry them by the scruff, and therefore it wouldn't be fatal. It would just hurt like a bitch. Even though it was instinct driving his blind rage, his instinct knew better than to kill what he could potentially keep harvesting. What a smart machine was he.

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The canine - if one could call him that - had a strange look of focus plastered across his features, this made Hayley uneasy and she shifted on her weight. As the brute rushed her she stood her ground, believing in her power to bring down any enemy and possibly overestimating herself. The female lowered her head down to the level of her shoulders and let out a small snarl. "So, you wanna play?" she said in a fun-sounding tone.

The male leapt up onto his hind legs and the mutt saw her opening, his neck was revealed widely, but the small bitch completely disregarded the spiked collar that lay wrapped around his neck, protecting him from any major harm or damage. She lifted her head and twisted her neck around to get a clear shot with her fangs and bit down.

Her amber colored eyes began to water from the sudden, sharp, searing pain she felt within her mouth. A loud yelp escaped her vocals as she released the beast's neck and licked into a deep hole she had formed at the top of her mouth from one of the spikes. A large hole also resided in her tongue, piercing it unhealably.

Whimpering, she opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, testing her tongue. Before she could even react the male was upon her, biting down on the nape of her neck and pinning her to the floor. Realizing the situation, Hayley began kicking her feet out from under herself in an attempt to climb to her feet and twisting her head, trying to bite the brute back in return. This whole attack seemed so sudden to her that she could barely comprehend what was happening and all she could do to even have a chance of surviving this experience was to act on her basic instincts.

She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/b4jhuv.png] MONSTER. Perhaps if she had only known... perhaps this wouldn't have happened. But how could he have told her? How could he have told her about something that he himself didn't know existed? He was just now, after 2 years, beginning to suspect that something was wrong with him. Unfortunately for the bitch that was now beneath him, his instincts had no emotion and therefore felt no remorse. His fangs flashed, grasping, ripping, tearing, rending whatever flesh they could reach. The monster became aware that she was moving beneath him, but didn't let his conscious register the pain as her jaws sliced through flesh of his forelimb. The male made for a firm grasp of her scruff, pausing in his onslaught, and in a jumping movement jerked his body around so that he was standing atop her but behind her head. A spectator could have called it awkward at the very least, for it was very much akin to the position canines take when mating. But it kept his weight atop her, and his flesh out of reach of her muzzle. MONSTER. The metallic taste of blood touched his tongue suddenly. With a disgruntled roar the male wrenched his jaws free of the female's skeletal structure, seeking to take flesh with them. His tongue flicked out over the wound he had created, lapping up the crimson liquid and returning it to his waiting jowls. Immediately his mind began to spin, the world twisting and whirling before his eyes. Yes. This was the high he wanted. This is what he needed. What he craved. Again his tongue licked out, taking back with it more of her blood. Suddenly he dropped all of his weight onto her, positioning his forelimbs, including his bleeding one, on either side of her so as to prevent her from struggling. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he began a rhythm of licking her neck. Each time his tongue retreated back behind his teeth, a fresh wave of chemicals would wash over his brain, sending it reeling. Each time it flicked out, it moved a bit faster. As if it couldn't gather the blood fast enough. The pace increased until he was moving so quickly that his tongue scraped against his fangs, rubbing raw. His body began to shake, muscles twitching uncontrollably. Those burnt umber eyes rolled back into his skull and he became eerily still. MONSTER. A good thing about his need to drink the blood of others is that he stemmed the blood flow from the wounds he created, thus saving them from bleeding out. Not only that, but it cleaned the wound and prevented infection. The bad thing is that... well... he has to inflict a wound in the first place, and they almost always healed up rather ugly. There was a gurgling sound as the male's body became rigid, his jaws clamping shut on the tip of his tongue, drops of blood forming where the teeth pressed into the muscle. In one instant all the muscles in his body released their grip, and he slumped over onto his side and off of his victim. He blinked, coming to with a groan. He rolled over to get his feet beneath him, and let out a muffled cry. Looking down he saw his mangled front right leg, the flesh laid open to the bone. He started to run his tongue out over it, but paused as another pain struck him. He couldn't see the damage he had done to his tongue, but he could feel the holes where his teeth had gone almost clean through. Dante grunted, almost helplessly. MONSTER. Just now realizing that the female he had been teasing earlier was now lying in a blood mess beside him, Dante's gut clenched. He nudged at her frantically, praying that she wasn't dead. "Hey. Wake up. Come on! You gotta wake up!" He whined. This was the second time this had happened. He couldn't understand. The last thing he remembered was appearing on the stage to further tease the female, and then there was nothing until he just woke up... like this... Oh god. What had he done? "Please. Please wake up. I'll need you for later. You can't die." Why did he say that? Dante held still for a moment, his eyes clouded with confusion. What had prompted him to say that? What would he need her for? Why wasn't anything making sense? He returned his focus on the female--he just realized that he didn't know her name--and swallowed his panic. He belly-crawled forward a foot or two, planting a lick on her muzzle. "What's your name?" What else was there to ask?

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The small mutt tried frantically to free herself as she could feel the searing pain of her flesh being ripped from her body. She whimpered and nearly screamed in protest, kicking out her legs in an attempt to get free and possibly make a run for it. Then again, she barely knew the meaning of the word retreat. Even when the mongrel harbored the opportunity to flee from that great white wolf she had chosen to stay and fight, even though she of all canines had barely any chance of survival. Her mind spun but she remained conscious, a feeling she secretly wished was not there, for, if she had become unconscious she would not have to further endure this torture. Her low growling remained even though she was helpless. The brute shifted positions so that he was standing over her making her feel weak and subordinate. These feelings and emotions caused her to lash out suddenly, swinging her head from side to side and biting at mainly just air. He was out of her reach. She was going to die.

Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today?

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The male began lapping up her blood from the opened wound. 'What the hell is up with this psycho?' Hayley thought with her consciousness in a daze. First he had been ripping her to shreds now he was licking the wound. Was he trying to help her now? Or was he just crazy? The small fae decided it had to be the latter of the two. She had no strength left, the small growl she had held still rumbled softly in her throat but would continue on out of pure instinct. The mutt dropped her head to the floor, unable to hold it up any longer. Her body went nearly limp as she began to lose consciousness. Her eyesight began to fade and she had no desire nor capability to move any muscle in her body.

Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people

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"Hey. Wake up. Come on! You gotta wake up!"[/i] The mongrel's hearing began to come back to her. It was muffled but audible. "Please. Please wake up. I'll need you for later. You can't die."[/i] What was the matter with this canine? What did he mean he "needed her for later". Hayley forced one of her eyes open, harboring a glare within the glazed, amber colored orb. She hated this bastard, but she was alive, for now at least. Was that what he had meant, was he planning on killing her later? The growl that rumbled within her body grew a tad bit louder. She was tough, and wouldn't die this easily from some brute like this. "What's your name?"[/i] he asked her, licking at her muzzle. This action caused Hayley to turn her face away from him, the look of pure hatred still planted in her eyes but no longer being held on him.

The numbness began to leave her body slowly, allowing her some control over her feet. Moving her front paw towards the direction away from him she managed to slide herself a few inches to the side, trying to avoid this devilish brute at all costs. "What's it to you?" she finally coughed out in a hoarse voice. After finishing that short question the female allowed her pierced tongue to sit outside of her mouth, lightly closing her jaws upon it and drying it out. Out of the corners of her mouth leaked small trinkets of blood and spit. She turned her head back in the male's direction, that same glare now held within both of her eyes.

Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?

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