The Sins of the Father Pass Unto Their Sons

[Tinuke']

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They raised him...

Found him half starved to death during the post-stage of a catagory four hurricane. So many survivors -survivors who couldn't accept the fact that they had been abandoned by those who once loved them, and the sheer belief that their masters were coming back, was all but an utter hope, a cry in the dark that would go unanswered. He was but a child at the time, unable to speak their language, let alone understand it at the same time. He wasn't born here, he was brought to this country, purchased from a tribe of McKianahzie Natives off the norther coast of Alaska, near the McKenzie river, taken from his mother, a father that he never knew, a life that he had never known; forced to leave it behind and impelled into a world that he knew nothing about, where the soft earth and campfires once blazed the night, hard pavement, the roar of sea waves, and street lights now stood; dog sleds were replaced with motor vehicles, the wamrth that was given by fire was replaced with an electric climate controler, and the hum of a heater blowing through vents.

He didn't like this strange world, and he knew that most likely never would. But things changed when the world that he was brought into came crashing down when the first waves struck the sea wall and the clouds turned gray, when the company he had come to know as his new master, suddenly vanished without a trace, leaving him in the house as they took off with suite cases; the lightening lashed across the heavens, and thunder cracked at the force of an atomic bomb, imeplling him to reconsider his definition of peace.



He remembered the voice that struck fear into him, the voice of the one that took him from this strange world in North Carolina, that took him from what they called "The Devil's Villiage", and placed him along with their own, forseeing a day when he would prove his use to pay the debt of life that of which they had given him. They trained him into a weapon, an assassine, the perfect killer that of which couldn't be negotiated with, who was quick on his feet, who could laugh at death; they trained him young, the PLA usually waited until the recruit was 2 years of age before they started training their new soldiers, but with Tinuke', Raven ensured that his training began as a child, where he was forced to endure countless hardships, pitted against the more well trained dogs, forced to loose so that they could inspire a fear of death within him, by doing so, they turned him into something else, a lone soldier, a perfect fighter, a deadly opponent.

They say that the sins of the father pass unto their sons, that the evil doings of one's fathers can be inherited, be this the will of a son to follow in his father's footsteps by will alone, or be they forced; it didn't matter, Tinuke' knew for certain that Raven had to go; he knew that Raven was practically a father to him, but at the same time, there was a great fear of the giant lab that had -for so long, looked over him as he was trained, gave him his assignments and ensured that they were carried through. Raven was dying, there was no doubt about it, and with his death, his age would soon follow him.

His chest splattered with blood, he walked solemly along the darkness, his legs moving against the sloshing water as the reflection of a blade gripped between his fangs hung out the side of his mouth, fangs burried deep into the moist wooden grip as he searched for his intended target, the one that he served, the one that claimed to have raised him and taught him the way of the world, the one who took advantage of his talents, and used them as a weapon against all his would-be enemies; it didn't matter to Raven the soul he had ruined, or the life that he had scarred, Tinuke' would never be the same he always was, just nothing more than a shadow that the world forgot...

But even he knew that in order for a shadow to become noticed, that it had to step out into the light... but first... it had to kill the old shadow, -destroy the light that makes the shadow... and Raven was the light, for the blood he had lost, the way he treated those who would be his friends, -and he knew that Raven wouldn't be expecting the attack.

Setting the sickle down, he took a seat on his rump, keeping his head low, eyes and ears alert, ready for the kill on a moments notice.
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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh249/Nautulisx/cmiddle.png] You stand there and stare as if you're lost. What happened in the past few months, has become rather critical. Once a pup, now an adult, Calle has progressed fairly well considering the circumstances. Dual colored gaze holds a somewhat hostile glance, female an older version of what her stubborn, haughty natured pup days were about. Breath coming out in puffs of smoke within the brisk of the season, enjoying the chilling sensation Winter has to offer. With the recent hurricane ripping through Miami, canine has lost all connections to anyone, finding it more of a relief than a burden. Especially that Tinuke'! Though it had been quite a long time since she last saw him, Tinuke' seemed to be the center of her trouble back in the days. Though her attitude for the past is bitter sweet, she can't help but wish to go back, back to when there was no hurricane and she didn't have to worry about things she has to now. All in all, she finds the time passed has morphed her into a better fighter and a force to be reckoned with. Walking down the street just to do so, she catches a glimpse of a greyhound, the female dog balled up and trying to save herself from freezing to death by the cold. A snort is given to the other before Calle goes about walking, knowing that the dog should have fled when it could after the hurricane. It wasn't her fault nor her concern if the incompetent creature died. Coming out of an alley way, she inhales deeply, seeming to not be able to get enough of Winter. It was, after all, her favorite season and she wouldn't have to worry about starving thanks to the thin - coated creatures that will perish in the freezing terrain's wrath. Hearing something coming from the right side of her, she glances over only to have her mind tried for madness. Surely she had heard something but why was there not a single thing to give off that she had really heard it? Probably a cat. Shrugging, she makes her way onto the street, looking at all the damaged property and the remains of a few human bodies. This hurricane sure had devastated Miami like a bad nightmare. Having not eaten all day, she moves over to one of the fairly fresh bodies and stares at it a moment. Since the tragedy, her meals consisted of human or other dogs. Hell, she wasn't going to die just because there was a scarcity hitting the food market. Here and there she would find scraps of food, tiring of the flesh from her victims. Today wasn't so blissful with that subject, causing her to grow hungry. Not wasting another moment, she leans her head down, mitts set upon the deceased female's back as her fangs penetrate into the fleshy neck. Growls emit from the female's vocals as she is quick to tear a hunk of meat from the body, sitting down on her rump so that she can sit and eat instead of standing. Claws dig into the carcass as if she is protecting it and claiming it as her own from anyone or anything else. With one more glance about the premises, she continues her feast, making sure to eat wisely in case she has trouble finding a meal the next time. Finishing her meal, she licks her chops, cleaning what blood she had on her alabaster lips before she stands and makes her way elsewhere. Thanks to her warm coat, the rough winds have little effect, only causing her to enjoy it even more. No sooner did she get to a four way stop, did a cat jump out of the tree onto her head on accident. Surprised from the collision atop her head, she sends out a deadly snarl and shakes her head quickly, attempting to knock the feline off from on top. "What the hell?! Get offa me cat!" Hostility in her voice, she finally gets the cat to jump off of her head. Confused at what just happened as well, the cat looks up at Calle and widens his eyes. Curses to him for having been doomed with stopping dead in his tracks when frightened. Eying the male feline with malice, she lowers her head, lips curling back over so that her fangs are exposed to him. "You have some guts there kitty. You're very lucky I just had a meal or I would eat you here." While in the process of thinking, she catches the cat trying to escape from her, causing her to jump up at him and glare. Within seconds, the cat bolts off, running as if his life depended on it. It did. Grinning as she feels a chase coming on, she gladly excepts this as a challenge and takes off after the creature, keeping a good distance between them. Ears rearing back as she flies through the streets in chase of the cat, she cackles at the thrill. It'd been a while since she could just get up and torture smaller animals like this, due to the disaster and all. As she closes the gape between she and the cat, the feline makes a quick escape into a sewer pipe, getting away for Calle would rather let him go than smell like sewage for about two days. Scrunching her snout in disgust at the foul odor, she takes no time in getting far away from it. Sighing some, she narrows her eyes at the ground as she walks, not needing to look up at every second to know where she was or where she was going. From the day of her departure away from her family as a pup, she has lived the streets of Miami and has adjusted just fine. They say a scene can change you. That is what it did to ol' Calle. Not ever had she thought of killing or eating what she does now as a pup, and she sure wasn't as mean as she is now. Taking a look up finally, she catches her whereabouts, it making memories flood back into her. It was the gates of the PLA where the liver colored female had dragged her to with Tinuke' that one day. Shaking her head, she sits down at the front, just staring at it for a moment. Alert as always, she would quickly move along if someone was to come near her.

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[bg=55291C][atrb=border,0,table] [atrb=width,425,table] [th] I used to rule the world ! The air was damp and moisture would surly wrinkle any smooth, long haired dog in the area. Not like many could of made it on after the pandemonium they were in. Thick pillars heaved an oblong frame up, but anyone could recall not as quick as in their youth. It was that of a female, a lab mix, that moved throughout the debris. The white hairs starting to show up along her muzzle gave clear evident that she wasn't a pup anymore, or even close for that matter. So far she seemed in good condition, her coat kept it's rare color, being darker now with all the moisture that clung to it. Her left foreleg was a bit swollen, enough so that any untrained eye could notice it. She couldn't place enough weight on it to walk normally so she was forced to move around with a noticeable limp. Most of the former PLA territory was in ruins, the waters had torn down many warehouse buildings and the dock was all but destroyed. As the large Irish mix plodded along the torn walkway, she pushed her triangular ears forward as she listened to the waves crashing into the docks and shores further to her left. Groaning quietly, her skin trembled before she moved forward, wobbling in a firm trot. Niveda figured she was somewhere near the entrance of PLA, since she could hear the wind creak the metal doors near it's entrance. Her claws lightly dug some gravel under her strides, still being a slightly hefty built female. The wound on her foreleg was from the storm, an impeded shard of window glass could be slightly seen poking out from her elbow. If one was on closer observation they could notice the dried blood she had. Looking around carefully, pale green eyes narrowed to better view the area. Nose twitched as she moved forward, seeing the gates up ahead and then a frame near the entrance. It was slightly blurred so Niveda instinctively buffed forward, not in a mean way but this girl never did drop her assertiveness. Her left shoulder trembled some as she applied more then accustomed 3weight on her bad leg. She stood a good 14 meters from the other dog, registering the scent as her eyes adjusted slowly, the pictures not being blurry anymore. It was ... Calle? one of the two red females she had also taken under her wing roughly 2 years back. Blinking slowly she began to wag her thick tail, walking forward some. The female was different, in height and facial appearance but she never did lose her dark colored fur. Seeing her, she immediately remembered her other child, the one she had first, Tinuke. Halting slowly, her head let her eyes grace over the area as if wondering if he was around before looking back to Calle with a soft smile.

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[atrb=background,http://i31.tinypic.com/34g1r9h.png] Perked black splashed ears seemed to never end swiveling upon a broad furred cranium. If one could break free from toes deadly set blue eyes then you could from to muster the rest of her frame. Coat parched in small amounts thanks to all the moisture and wetness around these parts. The 2yo kept her head lowered, fluffy tail curled against her back. Looking ahead she kept in stride with Tinuke, both of approximately the same height right around now. Although he had gained a full two inches over her at his age. Slowly she ran her tongue along her muzzle, being his mute shadow since it had been since the beginning. The two, almost identical huskies had formed a tight bond after the incident regarding Saijin, two other red huskies and a pair of great danes. Only difference from both was that he wore that dark contrasting mask, and she didn't so her facial expressions were less hidden. The truth had been thrown at her on that day, and it changed her for the rest of her life. A female can only hold so much hatred, but her's was solely on one specific dog that she herself wanted to put an end to. But for now she was under Tinuke's command and if he said not now, she wouldn't dare go against it, after all, she was his mother, not hers. Her strides where definite and smooth, and her coarse coat protected her warmly from the slowly dropping temperature around them. She took some moments to look about the place in total ruins, ears slightly pulled back as she rose her nose to the air, scenting and picking things out from the cold breeze. Majikku glanced back and then ahead to watch Tinuke set his weapon down and then sit on his rump. Blinking she closed the distance between her partner and sat down, almost besides him but a bit before him as well. Maji let her overly furred tail uncoil and rest against the ground, eyes slowly moving along the area before hearing a snarl. Unmoved much she looked up to Tinuke and let him decide what to do, as for now, she would just hear it out, counting her days in obedience.

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[Dragonfly]

[bg=9F1414][atrb=border,0,table] [atrb=width,405,table] [th] Such a long time had passed since the beginning. The beginning, when she was born in a back alley with too many siblings. The beginning, when she met Tinuke', the one who had grown to be her friend and she his companion. The beginning, where she narrowly escaped death by the paws of a Great Dane named Garbai who had since died in the hurricane. She walked beside him, Majikku on the other side, her blood red pelt standing out against theirs of black. Gripped in her black lips and ivory fangs was a kurie sami knife, its bone-cutting blade glinting wickedly in the grey light. She knew what was happening. Not long before the hurricane struck she had begun her brutal training with Raven, Lector, and the other dogs. She hated them. They laughed at her when she fell in the mud, screamed at her when she made tiny mistakes...she hated them to hell and back. She knew what was being done today, and the thoughts of it sent cold adrenaline rushing in her spine, tingling her neck, forcing her face into a sharp-fanged, evil-looking grin. It wasn't her fault. She wanted all of them to die for not only the humiliation and stress they brought down upon her, but also the abuse and trauma they caused Tinuke from day one... Yes...he had told her what had happened. She knew what they had done to him at the early age that they found him, made him kill who he was close to. It wouldn't happen again. She would not allow it. The grey-eyed husky female imagined how they would do it, take out the big dog in an ambush, then kill off the others and other opposition one...by...one. Stand down, PLA... The Dragon has come alive.

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[Tinuke']

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[atrb=background,http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af16/dwplimg/tinuke2010TBLBG.png] They say that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. It was a known fact that Tinuke' had in fact, gotten stronger since his days as the rescue-charity case during his youth in the PLA, when Raven began to exercise his purpose unto him, trained him for what he had in mind, used him for his blood line, trained him in the purpose to kill... turned him into a professional in the application of violence. And that's what he became, he trained until there was no more training that he could recieve, he killed too many to even count, his own mind tained with the lives that he had taken, the voices he had silenced, the lives that he had ruined; the families that he had torn apart. He became a pawn, a slave -shackled to his master, enslaved by one Raven. He knew that in order for him to actually be free, that one of them was going to have to die, be it Raven, be it himself, be it someone that was close to him, his heart and his joy. Someone was going to die to day, someone was going to meet the end of their journey. Revenge... It was a strange word, a word that defined life in general. The way one lives his life. Tinuke' had once gazed into the eyes of the consort as he watched his target bleed out before him along the floor of a cabine, dancing flames and embers clung to the walls of the cabin as smoke filled the spaces and voids, his blade was in his mouth, reflecting the flickering orange haze of the fires as they cracked along the wood, crawled their way to the surface and rolled along the ceiling in a curtain of rippling, searing waves. What he saw in those eyes, those brown eyes that change who he was and how he was -was nothing more than himself, what he was, and what he had become. He saw blood on his face, blood on his chest, his eyes, his fangs as they dripped with his opponents blood befoe him, watching his life slip away. Before he was a foolish pup, getting himself into trouble, now? -He was nothing more than a killer. It was Raven that had sent him to do this job, his family, -the soldier that had left the PLA so that he may be with his family, that had "betrayed the faith" as he had put it; -had ordered his death, and it was Tinuke' that executed that very command, hunting him down, setting fire to the cabin, burning everything, slice the target's throat wide, watching him gargle and gasp for breath, pooling and flailing his legs in his own blood, his lover gazing directly in Tinuke's darkened and satanized blue eyes, the sickle dripping with dark red blood as the flames casted their shadows throughout the room, cracking flames stretching and receeding the shadows along the curves and edges of their faces, and for once, within that still moment of composure, surrounded by flames as chunks of the ceiling clattered all around him, he saw himself; saw what he had become... saw what Raven had turned him into over the years. He turned him into a weapon. "You will be a god among all..."

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He had been told once that everyone lives to atone for their sins, to repent for the wrong-doings, the mis-deeds, the evil crimes that they had committed earlier in their lives; to ensure that the next generation wouldn't do the same. For Tinuke', it was different, this wasn't to put an end to Raven's little game, it was personal, a life-long war that was waiting to begine, -waiting to end. It was Raven that had taken him in; it was Raven that had saved him, it was Raven who had given him a home, Raven who had loved him, Raven who had hated him.

It was Raven who had trained him, taught him everything that he knew, gave him a purpose in the world, that had faught along his side, that had proved to him time and time again, that he had a reason to live, that he couldn't just so easily, throw his life away. And Tinuke' used his knowledge, believing him for the false god that he was, obeying his every command, who took his lessons, who showed him the path that of which he was walking, that his actions, -the lives he were taking, were all nothing less than the keys to his success, that he was, in fact, living to fulfill his purpose. When in fact, it was Raven who had him in a trap, impelled to fulfill his willing, to take the lives of those that would revile him, who would oppose him, make his job more difficult. He was the root to Raven's power hunger, the satisfaction after a warm meal, the icon that he needed in order to control those under him. It was a known factor that every leader needed an icon in which to control the people, whether it be the stars and stripes, or the hammer and sickle. For Raven? -It was nothing more than a figure with flesh and a beating hard, trained and perfected beyond that of which he was expected; to become the one that could cut the head off the viper, before it had the chance to strike.

It took ten seconds for Tinuke' to realize who it was that he was becoming, he was becoming Raven's manifestation of power, his one pawn, his icon to control those under him, to fulfill his maddness. It was war... that was what he wanted, he wanted war to take control. But war changes us... it changed Tinuke'. War changes us into beasts, and with Tinuke', it didn't just turn him into a beast, it turned him into a monster.

His mother had proved it to him... he couldn't help but watch as she brutally murdered his friend before his own eyes, it started a war between her and Raven, the death of his brother couldn't go unpunnished, but then again, Saijin knew all along what it was she was doing. She planned it from the beginning. She wanted Tinuke' to see where it was he came from, she wanted revenge against those who took everything away from her, wanted him to know, wanted him to see why it was that Raven had chosen him against all others, why he was the one taken into the Paradise Lost Army. Not because he was special... no, but far from it, because of his blood line, his father, his mother... he was half wolf, and yet he didn't have the appearance. His agility was inherited from his mother... his strength, his cunning, his overall charisma, it was inherited from his father... -the wolf.

By showing him who his mother was, Saijin had achieved her goal, knowing that as he grew older, the events that he saw would one day make sense... everyone had a part in telling Tinuke' that he was being used, even Majikku, -the seemingly abused pup that had played her role, a manifestation of Tinuke... who was lead to believe that she was loved, just as Tinuke' thought he was loved by Raven... that was, until she recovered her son, found something... 'better'. - This too, was a message, that Tinuke' was only temperary, that if Raven found something better, he would be quick to cast Tinuke out aswell... Garbai, the fool who thought Saijin was on his side, when in fact -she was working for no one but herself, he had told her to retrieve her son, and yet she refused... "Let the fool run..." she had said... "Let the fool run... -and learn what he needs to learn... it will all come clear to him..."[/i]

Even Zeus, Raven's brother, had played his part, Zeus was an identical twin if not exact copy of Raven, his power was supreme, his mind... not so great; but he had his role... a manifestation of Raven -in Saijin's eyes, telling her son what it was that he had to do...

To Kill Raven.

She knew that as he grew older, this subtle messages would begine to make sense, and they did... When he was of age, Raven tortured him, starved him, beat him. Pitted him in the dark with the higher trained dogs where they did nothing more than beat the shit out of him. It was relentless, unceasing, unyielding. He was kept in the dark, where he lost his sanity, where the violence, the blood, the relentless scent of his own shit and piss; the infected lurid environment that of which he lived in for the next year and a half took a toll on his mind, broke his soul, and then rebuilt it.

They say that without a shell, the soul is just as fragile as the yolk of an egg. Without that shell, it would fall apart, like any building, like any creation. Tinuke' had to build himself a shell, he had to protect himself, become what it was that Raven had seen in him, become that icon, -the icon in which to control the people, to see ot it that his goals were succeeded, and he did just that. His shell protected the soul on the inside, rebuilt it from the ground up, and he became Raven's slave, and all the time, he began to articulate Saijin's message... -he was a slave... chained to Raven's tight leash, gripped by the throat, unable to flee, unable to die; Raven wouldn't allow him to die.

In order to break himself free, Tinuke' knew what had to be done, his life flashed before his eyes, his childhood, all now a forgotten memory, his whole life was depending on this moment, to redefine the way he lived his life in waiting. Scents flooded the area, he was spoken to, but he say not a word back in return. This was his fate... live, or die...


A tongue lashed his cheek, lips curled into a snarl as he glared at Dragon for the distraction, before lowering his lips to conceal the fangs beneath them, locating his target, eyes darting past the distant form of Calle, -burning past Niveda -the motherly figure that raised him and protected him all those years before Ravent took him away; and landed straight on the familure bulk of Raven himself...


Eyes flared forward, his tail flatter than the bow of a ship as he hesitated his actions for a mere moment... contemplating if this idea was what he truely wanted to do... to see the one that gave him life die before his very own actions, with his own blood upon his chest, and in his fangs....

...yes... it was...

Without a moment's hesitation, he bent over, picked up the sickle by the grip with a metalic hiss that ran through the allies as it glided along the rocky wall of the building on his left, before he moved through the waters like a sniper creeping up for a better angle at his target, legs moving not in a run, or a walk, but a steady march, -bringing his knees up into the sides of his neck before bringing them down again, minding his steps, his position, monitoring the current of the wind... Raven was going to die... he created this monster, he created the monster that always did the job right, without flaw, without mistakes... he would prove to Raven that he trained him correctly, he would show him the beast that he had created, the monster that he had given life to.

It's in the will of those who seek power to create the tools to their own success, to give life to monsters that would do nothing but tear the world apart... however, it's in the nature of monsters to destroy their creators.

As he stalked through the waters, caring not who lay eyes upon him, be it Niveda, be it Calle, be it Fly or Majikku, his life flashed before him, a flash sent him whirling back in his memories, the wind bit through his puppy coat, the group of shadows before him, a sickle thrown at his paws as it embedded itself into the wooden planks of the docks, broken glass litered the surface.[/size]

"...Kill them..."

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A large jet black silouette came forward with the grace of power and an overwhelming charisma from the group, his body a mountain, his head that blocked out the sun which struggled to peer through the heavens, sending a shadow over the white and black pup.

"...Kill them all..."

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A white flash, and he heard the screaming, the slice of metal against flesh as it tore through the empty spaces in his mind, tearing a hole through his soul, the ones that cared for him, laughing as he did so, become the devil's child that they had called him, butchering the fellow survivors that had cared for him, that had given him a name in the world, that had called him... Tinuke'.

"...Earn your place here, and we will make you a god among all..."

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The world had become his training course, filled with lessons, filled with betraial, filled with pain, and friends that weren't really friends. A mother that he vaguely remembered, -yet recognized him upon site, a mother that faught for him, and used him all the same, knowing that she -herself, would never be able to compare to Raven in terms of strength and will alone, prophesizing the day when Tinuke' would finally realise the message that she was trying to send... in order to truely be free, that he'd have to show Raven just what kind of monster it was that he had created, by shoving it right back in his face.

A predatory snarl escaped from the sides of his guts as he drew in closer to his intended target, his eyes locked on the prey, advancing with a rapid and smooth trajectory toward his victim; his master... his enslavor.



A white flash, the crash of thunder, blood had splattered across his face as he closed his eyes, heaving in mighty breaths as a golden retreiver's eyes widdened, before relaxing, his throat pealed backwards, exposing the pinkish red tissues beneath the flesh before it began to flood over with an over-lapping free-flow of blood as it dripped and splattered over his chest and onto the planks, dripping into the water and turning it into a thick red fog before the body collapes to it's side with a wooden thud, striking the side before rolling off to the side and into the murky water with a splash, -sending a cone of water and a mad set of red ripples outward before he dropped the sickle into the waters below him, gazing directly into the eyes of those he had killed... he laughed... tears in his eyes, as he laughed...

"Laugh... laugh as you kill them, enjoy it... thrive in it... kill them all..."

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He laughed on the outside... inside...

...He was screaming... crying for help... but no one came...

He was trapped, he was stuck, unable to flee, unable to run for his life, there was no one here to protect him anymore, no one here to run to, he was the lightning against the dark clouds, the child of the villiage of devils, the murder with blood on his own hands, his own fangs, his own chest, he did as he was told, fear took control, the will to live gripped him by the throat and failed to let go, and he did as he was told, becoming the puppet for the first time in his life, he murdered them, threw their blood in the faces of those who told him to do it, howling like some sort of demon, as though he were one of LUcifer's own.


He was closing in, tunnel vision blured his peripheral, his sites closed in, blade kissing the water as it sent a streaking ling through the ripling murky surface... it was during a flood where he was made, where he killed for the first time, where he was found, where he was saved...

By coincidence, it was during another flood that he gained full realization of just who he was, what he was, and how he was... and how he determined to set himself free.



No more than a few hundred feet, closing in rapidly, his view tinted red, a silver streak running though the waters as he arked his head low, the sickle clenched between his fangs as his eyes flared foward, -did Raven turn his massive head, laying them upon the advancing Tinuke, -a dark grin upon his face as he turned to face him... -Tinuke' now ran at full sprint, a jet of water behind him as a misty cloud formed around him, arching his sickle, and swung forward, before things slowed down, water drops ran down the bristled edges of his coat, eyes met contact for but a second, two hearts beat as one, a blade gleamed through the penetrating sunlight... all before Raven roared with a snarl, -the roar of a monster, turning his head up, and enclosed his fangs around Tinuke's throat as the blade sailed over the massive dog's head fur, searing off a complete head of fur before the force of Raven's jaw strength forced his mouth open, throwing the sickle in a threatening spin rear-ward with a beating rip through the air in Majikku and Dragon's direction before the force at which Tinuke was running caught up with him, throwing his rear-end, legs, and tail under him as Raven lifted him in the air, his whole body sweeping beneath him; before he was pummeled deep into the waters with an earth splintering crack as a soaring tower of water rose to the heavens, rippling through every nerve in his body as his mouth was forced open, before the crator of water began to encase him, forcing it into his mouth, his nostrals, his eyes, he saw nothing but a jet of bubbles move to the surface of rippling light, turning his head as the brown waters began to darken with a red cloud, remembering who it was that he was trying to kill... Raven... the dog with a fearsome reputation of not just being a dog...

But a monster made by man, himself...

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh249/Nautulisx/cmiddle.png] Dual colored gaze remains on the gate, feeling the memories hit one by one until she gets them to cease. The sound of someone coming near alerts her, making her turn her head to view the new arrival. As if she's seen a ghost, eyes widen at the figure coming forward in a limp and wagging tail. Now the old Calle would have quickly ran to Niveda's side and aiding her in walking in the midst of greeting her and glad to have been reunited. Of course, that was the old Calle.. Bi-colored eyes are slitted as they are narrowed at the limping female, a tension seen in the husky's appearance when confronted by a past tense 'friend'. Cold female sits there in the brisk temperature, eyes penetrating the lab mix as she lets out a timid snort. Though she fears no one and couldn't care less about her past, the sight of the limping canine causes Calle to rethink her opposition at this moment. As if on cue, she stands at the time she sees three more darkened silhouettes in the distance, lips curling up to reveal sharp fangs. Were these more PLA members or were they just on their own? Even if her eyesight is perfect, her vision isn't fully focused on the next wave of bodies as she studies Niveda, torn inside her mind on what to make of this. Words are rare from the female husky since the past, bringing it hard for her to just speak to the liver coated female that is now close in distance to her, tail wagging. She could tell Niv was happy to see her but the feelings were sadly not mutual at all. Just as she is about to speak finally, ears perk forward as she spots just who the three walking this way were. Was this some freak reunion or something? A cold gaze is set at the three, her mind making note of the expressions on both Tinuke' and Dragon. They had grown and changed as well, not for the better either it appears. What was this air trying to surround her? It's intentions are of malice and uneasiness but being who she is now, female is like a force field to such emotions. Narrowing her gaze at Tinuke' in particular, she could see what was held in his jaws, a weapon..a sickle. Quick for killing and easily lugged around, he had picked a rather deadly trinket hadn't he? Beside him walks Dragon who also carries a weapon, probably following him still after so long. Flanking him on the other side is that female that had been with Tinuke's mother, the one who had been slapped in the face with the truth. Heh, what a foolish little female she had been. Maybe she has grown a backbone after these past few months? If not, she'd best start trying or she'll never make it through this harsh winter. Being able to keep warm is one thing.. but knowing how to survive on other means is another and she can't be letting Dragon or Tinuke' do this for her. It doesn't take long for Calle to figure out the outcome of what was about to happen. She doesn't know who, but she knows that the malicious demeanor of at least Tinuke' and Dragon was of murderous intent. They were about to end someone's life and by the looks of it, it was someone close by. Not soon after this realization did she see Tinuke' take off into a fast run, sickle dragging along the water that has come from the storm's aftermath. Was it she or Niveda that was the target? Answering her question is the large male that slams into Tinuke, grabbing him by the neck and forcing enough pressure so that the male husky drops his weapon. This happens so fast but she is able to react quickly, raising to her mitts immediately. So it was Raven they were after. What has caused this event to take place, she is clueless. But, she couldn't be bothered to dig into the facts and find out neither. Dual colored gaze shifts to look at the expressions of both the female somewhat identical to Tinuke' and then Dragon. Just the sight of fighting makes her blood boil, her adrenaline raising to it for she was definitely one to enjoy spats. Just thing a tingling distracts her and she looks back at Niveda's wounded form, instantly becoming confused at what to do. She wasn't wanting to aid the female but then again...an old bond has been formed with her. Even if Calle was all for running away from the PLA and getting the hell away from Niveda, Lector, and Raven, she seems to have been fond of the offer that the liver female had given her. Was she getting soft? Of course not! A few moments pass with her staring at the one she is trying to deal with before she sucks in a breath. "Niveda. You need to stay back here or take shelter. You may be able to fight but with that wound, you'll only be in the way." There is no life in her eyes as she speaks to the older female before turning her body so that it faces the back of Raven. 'Looks like big boy's got him another enemy. Hm..I think i'd like to be apart of this just out of fun. Ah, what the hell.' One of the most evilest grins spreads on the husky's lips as she starts to move forward until she is flanking Raven. A glare is sent up at the large male, not afraid to show her dis concern for him. "This should be interesting. I think i'd like to join. You don't have to speak because nothing you say can stop me." Her words held truth and she spoke them without looking at him. As she looks at the sinking Tinuke' and then back up at Dragon and Majikku, she lets the grin come forward once more, the malice in it evident and deadly.

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[atrb=background,http://i31.tinypic.com/34g1r9h.png] -Post for Niveda and majikku- The liver colored female could taste the oncoming events in the air and stopped. Glancing over she watched a black and white blur run past her and she knew that scent all to well. She didn't look back and could tell the change in power was coming in seconds. She glanced to Calle and then the two remaining females, Dragon and the Tinuke twine before Calle, the bi-eyed spoke. "Niveda. You need to stay back here or take shelter. You may be able to fight but with that wound, you'll only be in the way." She looked dazed looking to the female but heard something that made her heart drop. Ears flew back as she took her eyes away from the three females and turned, to see Raven trying to drown Tinuke.. her Tinuke. A rough snarl left her throat as the aged female suddenly charged forward, a bit choppy but still at a surprisingly fast peed for a female of her stature. She knew she couldn't kill Raven but she knew it would be her death before he got to kill Tinuke. Talons gripped the ground as she barely gave the wounded giant time to look back before she threw herself at him. her forelegs aimed down so that she was able to hit him with her full strength and chest, her loud yelp breaking from her muzzle upon impact. A smaller female would of barely nudged the beast Raven a few steps back but with her weight she had actually rammed him in with enough power that he was forced to cringe and double back a few good meters. Her body collapsed beside a still standing Raven, coughing heavily as she felt his breath above her and she tensed up, a throaty snarl on her lips. With her peripherals she had managed to get a glance at Tinuke, hoping he used the time she had bid him to at least stand up. Ears flat against her head she grazed up to meet Raven's fearsome glare before she narrowed her eyes to look back at him, the bond she had between Tinuke in his early years had now grown more powerful then the trust she had on Raven... And that would be her demise. Majikku stayed put where she was, a blank look in her eyes before Tinuke rushed off. This wasn't her place to come forth for anything, she didn't know them and they didn't know her, save Dragon and Calle. Ears were propped upright before she trotted in the opposite direction, concealing herself within the shadows once more, where she was her strongest, at her best. From there she watched the liver female's act of heroism to save her apparent adopted child and she would only think if she was a good mother to him. Her paws leaned against the moist pavement as she looked around the area. It all seemed deadly quiet before she moved onward. Looking left to right, she circulated the entire perimeter, ears pushed forward to catch any sound, any movement and any smell. She liked to make sure the entire area was clear, for she wasn't going to rush in to save Tinuke, she knew very well what he was made of. Both had received identical train in from the very Raven himself, Calle and Dragon got it from the now dead Lector. Starting out life with a Saijin was more then enough to put her in place, she'd let others play a fool of themselves in little guessing games and under estimate her, and she would laugh a laugh to crown their defeat. She stopped and looked around, a tiny frame too far to be of threat slipped into a sewer line before she doubled back, pads heavy on the ground as the black around her eyes thinned and narrowed. Since she had no black mask, her facial expressions were even most noticeable. Oh how she loved to screw around with heads of others thinking she was sad when in reality, she was better pitted to disembowel them right there. Se would make her steps back near the dead PLA gates, ears flicked sideways and then back as she dipped into shadows from the warehouses and then a few barrels, nearing closer to the quarreling dogs high on tyranny.

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It all happened in such a short few seconds that Dragon was confused, scared, and enraged all at once. She saw Tinuke, the now strong and muscled Siberian Husky whom she had grown up with, as he leaped at Raven and was taken out of the air, the curved and bloodstained sickle dropping to the ground with a metallic clank. With silver eyes she watched Calle, the dog she hadn't seen since before the hurricane, as she spoke to elderly Niveda. Then they both plunged into the battle.

It was time for her training to pay off.

She unleashed a snarl from deep inside her gut, the large blade between her teeth shining as she made a charge for Raven and jumped for his back. She swung her head back at an unimaginable angle and brought it back down quickly. She gave a dark, manic grin as she felt the blade sink into his rump. While it wouldn't kill him, it would at least slow him down, and hopefully he would release Tinuke.

She would not be the one to deliver the killing blow. No, that was for Tinuke to do. The torture he had endured...it was his right. Instead, with her blade still deep in the flesh of Raven's hips, she gripped the front of his chest with one paw and his shoulders in the other, sinking the claws as far as she could. She would never let go. The big dog's thick skin would be hard to penetrate, but she would give it her all. She managed to pull her head up to Raven's ear and whisper...

"You're outnumbered..."

She snarled and bit onto his neck, tugging at his flesh, tasting the metallic tang of blood as she shook her head back and forth, her only goal was to cause pain and weaken the bastard...with the help of the other dogs, they could make quick work of him. The real problem would be the other dogs who would come to his aid...

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A smirk stretched across his maw as he stretched back his lips, revealing none but one fang to the light as a familare glare ran through his eyes...

He knew them all, he had given them all a home, a reason to live, a purpose in life when in fact they had no purpose; he fed them, took care of them, and even raised them. He developed them and molded them into what it was that they were now, professionals in the application of violence, a unit that of which was designed to cut the head off the viper before it had a chance to strike.... and yet, here he was, coming to face his own sins, his own creations. He should've known better... should've known that one day, his own creations would bring about his own demise, that he would one day have to face his own sins, and this be one of them.

"You're out of your minds..." Raven snarled before Dragon leaped in, -with a quick step to the reverse, Raven swiveled out of the way, -swinging his head around and grasping Dragon by the back of the neck as she came down -aiming for his neck before he placed down a vice grip upon her with a heart wrenching crunch before forcing her face first into the water. Tinuke's eyes widdened as he bolted into a run lowering his head and going immediately for the blade that of which be embedded in Raven's hip, who -strangely, seemed unaffected by it, giving it a yank, it wrenched itself free, arming the deadly Tinuke' once more, whose fangs remembered the feel of the damp wood once more, the blade reflecting the sun that faught to bring itself through the clouds, before he glared down at her, -a large dark eye turning to focus in on the vibrant figure of Tinuke who was closing in with the blade ready, releasing Dragon immediately with an open mouth as he leaped to the side, the blade swung forward with a metalic hiss as it ripped through Raven's shoulder with a slice of black fur and a tear of flesh as Tinuke' repeated the motion again, driving the great dog who had forever enslaved him against a corner, blood running down his forelegs, his hips, his neck. He looked around, he was alone... for once, there was no one here to protect him, no one to sacrifice themselves for him. His lies -they had been discovered; his path of enlightenment -it was false, his vision -nothing more than a dream.

Tinuke' glared down at him, the blade in his jaws, his heavy breaths pouring forward with each deep rasp as his heart tremored in his chest, waiting for the right moment.... he knew Raven's moves... but there was no way to avoid them...

One of them was going to die. Tinuke' turned to face Dragon, and then he turned to face Calle -they were his childhood friends, he turned to face the Mother -the being who had raised him.

There was a need to end the pain, and it yearned deep within him, he rushed foward, blade flexed, Raven grinnned, taking a single step back while lowering his neck to the surface -eyes locked intently on Tinuke's legs as his blood ran through him in the manner of a raging river, before Tinuke' bounded his steps, leaped forward, Raven moved left, enclosijng his fangs around Tinuke's foreleg, before ringing his head back, focing Tinuke to land on his back with a crash as the sickle rolled forward, rolling through the shallow water before Tinuke's eyes opened, glaring into Raven's eyes.

"I made you... and I will unmake you..." Raven declared with a snarl before he yanked Tinuke's foreleg forward, -who screamed out before he twisted violently, before a resoundijng crunch and a spray of blood jetted forward as Tinuke's eyes clenched shut in agony before Raven released, admiring his work as he walked past Tinuke' as his patruding fracture bled out through the water, leaving Tinuke' to roll on his side as a tear ran down his side, gazing deeply into Dragon's eyes, lowering them to indicate the sickle without mention of a single word, before raising his eyes once more.
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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh249/Nautulisx/callemiddle-1.png] Things were happening so fast before her eyes, Calle had little to react on. Though she could catch each movement, having trained herself to keep up with such things, her mind was still registering what just happened. Niveda had charged Raven and collided with him, ending with her on the ground before him like a helpless animal wounded. Majikku just sitting back and watching while Dragon takes off with her own weapon to try and take a swing at Raven, and Tinuke resurfacing only to attack the large male once more. Dual-colored gaze of an icy tone watch as Raven fracture's Tinuke's leg, the blood flooding over to the waters to add to the murky dye of color. It was happening so fast and even though female had gained the pleasure of pain, the love for solitude, and the taste for scenes like this..she couldn't help but stare at them all. Calle had never taken in the thought of Tinuke nor Dragon being her friends let alone Niveda, but the times they spent fooling around as pups had a bit of a linger on her. A growl escapes her lips at her emotions, finding them fool hearted and weak. 'Emotions will only get me killed. Look at Niveda for instance! She let her emotions get to her when she saw Tinuke' go under the water by Raven's force. Now she's laying there like a wounded animal in front of him. No, I refuse to let myself break under this. I've worked myself up like this and I won't bend under these circumstances.' Circumstances. It was so pitiful to be swayed with emotions by this. Even though she is trying to convince herself that it would just be best to get to walking instead of stay and watch, she can't stop the constant pulls towards the battle field. She knew this was her emotions wanting to help her old 'companions' but her mind tells her to go and leave. Shaking her head a couple of times, she lets out a sigh, releasing a puff of smoke within the brisk air of Winter. Why couldn't she just lay back and enjoy the season's turn of cold weather come and go? This was her own fault for coming around the PLA gates. She blames this on herself because if she hadn't come, she would have never seen the injured Niveda nor the scene that is taking place. She was sure someone would die and she wasn't exactly betting it to be Raven. Though she took to staying clear of Raven as a pup, she knew the rumors as she also watched a couple of times how he taught Tinuke. She wasn't a part of the PLA, no. She was her own person and she never stayed at the place long when she was small. She'd sneak around to pester Tinuke or Dragon at times but she preferred herself to keep away from the area in fear they would see her as one of them. She wasn't some trained machine but her own. Finally getting up off her rump, she starts to walk away, turning away the ones she used to play with, ones she used to hang out with. She'd made herself in a cold hearted killer these past few months and yet this sent pain into her like a thousand knives. Why? She wasn't close to them or so she thought. Not even getting a foot from the area, she grumbles and caves to her body's will. It wanted to jump in and she was of course wanting to fight really. She just hated to feel emotions after so much training she did for herself. That was what she had against Raven. He didn't train her but she trained herself. He didn't know her moves though she didn't know his either so this would be a trivial move. Lips curling back to reveal ivories, she swings her body around but makes it look like she is just coming back to watch. She sets it up like she isn't going to oppose the big dog, everything in her signaled she wasn't going to join in the fight. It was how she caught her prey a lot of times. She would let the victim think she isn't going to have anything to do with them, then when close enough, she would give them a hell of a surprise by attacking. She gets close enough she can almost taste the blood herself and she stares down at Niveda first then over at Tinuke and lastly at Dragon in the water. Muscles tense and her eyes almost seem to glow as she lets her thirst for death slowly breach her. Eyes stare straight up at Raven, knowing that if a connection was to happen between she and the big dog, she would not hold back. Watching him start to walk back this way, away from Tinuke, she quickly runs over to Niveda, eying her to see if she is still breathing. "I hate jumping in like this." It was more of a whisper but she was sure Niveda could hear it. With the closely approaching Raven coming her and Niveda's way, she braces herself for the inevitable. As he comes within range, she gives him a look that let out her intentions, a low growl emitting from her vocals through parted jaws. This was stupid yet she had to do it. She couldn't let the ones she hung around with as a pup just die in front of her without some sense of fight by her to help them out. She was foolish to do this but she was a coward to just walk away as if nothing was happening. No words are given to the male that is her target as she keeps her ground. She wasn't going to rush him and let herself be pinned down, no. She was quickly plotting her moves. She didn't need to get caught so quickly and she wouldn't if she used her speed more than her strength. She knew he was fast and powerful combined so she would need to utilize her speed instead of her power to knock the male down.

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