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Rache | Female | Doberman Husky mix | Charlie/Foxtrot | 61 | Mentions: Alta, Pfeil, Anfall, Foxtrot, Bravo
Rache nodded to her sisters silent words. Danger wasn't a problem, she could take down any of these dogs with ease. She'd been playing with Pfeil. For the most part.
It still shocked her that he had taken her off guard when she had first pinned him. She'd just underestimated the male. Thats all.
Rache watched Alta lead the doberman away silently before turning to the dogs in the line.
Her ear twitched ever so slightly when one of the wolf bloods spoke.
There was a second of nothing, a second of her staring down down the taller female, her face, expression, posture, all un-readable. Except for the glare. An Icy stare. A look that would make any sane dog shrink and tuck in their tale.
It wasn't aggresive, nor was it passive.
Then the second was over and Rache was pinning Twenty-one; one paw on the wolf bloods windpipe- if she even thought of struggling Rache would only have to press down.
"You will address me with respect" She snarled, jaws dangerously close to the dogs eye.
"I am your commander now, and I have the right to punish you however I see fit. I decide what you do and when you do it. If you speak to me, or any of your supieriers in such a way again your fate will be much, much worse. Understand?" she pressed down with her paw, just enough to make breathing a little harder. |
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Sabre / Female / Wolfdog (wolf-GSD-Alaskan malamute) / Foxtrot / I.D: 65 / M: Anfall, Rache Before she could blink, Rache had pinned Anfall, cutting off her oxygen. Without thinking everything through, Sabre barrelled into the doberman mix, knocking her off of the other wolf-blood. Her fur was fluffed out, making her appear larger, and there was a determination in her dark gaze that overrode the neutral mask she wore. There was no regret in her face as she faced the female, knowing full well that she could die here and now. She glowered at Rache, her gaze cold. Her teeth were still covered, but she wouldn't hesitate to use them. Her tail swished, close to her heels. A growl emanated from deep in her throat, but she was glad to see that Anfall was still okay. She was tired of acting like a mindless robot. She was tired of seeing her fellow canines led off to be slaughtered mercilessly, of watching them become actual robots. She couldn't put up with it any more. She was done, and was acting in her anger, her frustration. Her ears were pinned to her head, and her lip had started to curl. |
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Anfall | Female | Tamaskan, Galician Shepherd, Wolf | Bravo Wolf Blood | 21 | M: All them doggos (I am very sorry in advance. *sleep deprivedness*) Anfall returned the glare, unflinching. She didn’t care. She didn’t care, and had nothing to fear. What was the worst that could happen - death? Oh, how the Bravo dog scoffed in the face of death. A welcome fate, really - what had she to lose? The life of a tool, a machine, a mindless weapon? A life of constant fear, of discipline, of punishment? Anfall would have destroyed the world, let it burn to ash before her eyes if she could. What had the world done for her? Anfall took the risks, because she had little to lose - yet, miraculously, the dog lived. I live to spite my captors - I survive to scoff at my murderers. Sixty-five’s movements were sudden. Only a moment, and the wolf dog was standing - the next, she was pinned. Anfall has no doubt that the Charlie dog would make good on her threat, yet Anfall threw fuel into the fire anyway. ”My sincere apologies, Commader. It seems I was painfully unaware that I could be punished for such actions. Is there a formal message I could send? Perhaps that may spare me from a stern scolding? Oh, skies above, might I be forced to suffer through time-out?.” The witty sarcasm faded from her voice. ”The worst you can do is kill me. Pity you can’t find a more drastic, meaningful punishment.” Anfall’s voice increased in volume, until a snarl was painted on her features, a mocking tone in her voice - spiteful. All could hear her now - her words echoed across the domed arena. ”What’s another life to Beta? What’s another life ripped away from your claws? I am nothing. And neither are you, to them. Do you really think I care if I live, or if I die?” She was nearly shouting, now. There was a sudden movement, and Sabre had tackled Rache. There was a stunned silence. It only took a moment for Anfall to recover. She's risking herself for me. ”Fool! Can nobody just let me die when I damn want to?” The wolf dog stepped forward. “You have a life. Don’t be stupid. Don’t waste it on a broken bag of skin and bones like me. Do me a favor and use your brain, wherever it is behind your thick skull. Choose survival.” Behind the dog’s cruel, sarcastic words was sincerity - don’t waste your life. Not for me. |
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Sabre / Female / Wolfdog (wolf-GSD-Alaskan malamute) / Foxtrot / I.D: 65 / M: Anfall, Rache Sabre barely heard Anfall speak as her focus was on the dog she'd tackled. "You have a life, too," she growled. "I'm not going to let you waste it." She paused before adding, "My life won't be wasted. Not if I'm helping others. I'm sick of all the fear around here. I'm tired of all the lives that Beta has extinguished." Her growl had grown to a full snarl, her eyes fierce as she looked at Rache, but spoke to Anfall. You want to know what's outside these walls? she thought to herself. Fear. That's what. Fear that every day you'll be killed, or worse, captured. Turned into a soldier against your will for Beta's benefit. They made a mistake choosing me... I won't let them win so easily. The black wolf-dog glared at Rache, almost daring her to make a move. She wasn't just doing this for Anfall. She was doing this for all the lives lost while she'd been here, she was doing it for those whose mind had been imprisoned by Beta, made into robotic slaves that they manipulated every second of the day. She was doing it to show that she would resist with every fiber in her being if she had to. Her fur fluffed up to its highest point, the look in her eyes wild now, the wolf in her veins taking over. |
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Rache | Female | Doberman Husky mix | Charlie/Foxtrot | 61 | Mentions: Anfall, Sabre, Foxtrot Bravo
Rache's expression never faltered. Not when Twenty-one mocked her once more, not when the female shouted at her, not even when the other wolf blood barreled into her, unbalancing Rache enough to release Anfall.
Her face was cold, calculating, but not aggressive. Her lips weren't pulled back and nor were her ears.
She was exactly what beta had trained her to be. An emotionless soldier. At least on the outside.
The inside was a raging storm.
She never let herself think of Beta, think of how cruel it was, think of how much she hated it.
Beta had killed her mother right before her eyes and for every yelp and whine, every tug on the leash to help her mother, they punished her, sometimes mentally, sometimes physically, sometimes right away, sometimes months later.
She learned soon enough.
Emotions were bad. Emotions were her enemy. If she wanted to survive she needed to rid herself of them.
The first step was to rid her face of unnececary expression and emotion.
But Anfalls words hit her hard.
I am nothing
The truth of those words was worse than terrifying.
Beta didn't care about anyone. Not about the pups that are born, not about the dogs training, nor the halfbloods... They didn't even care about thier culls. Once a dog looses its worth it's dead.
Rache blinked once and lunged.
First jumping towards Anfall, only to twist midair and land on Sabre; knocking the dark wolf blood over and pinning her to the ground.
She could tell by the dogs eyes that she wouldn't submit.
That was fine.
She was in the mood to fight.
With the little amount of training these dogs had it wouldn't be hard to defeat Sabre. Even if she did have the wild instincts of a wolf. |
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Sabre / Female / Wolfdog (wolf-GSD-Alaskan malamute) / Foxtrot / I.D: 65 / M: Anfall, Rache Sabre's eyes didn't change as Anfall pinned her, though it did spring the wolfblood into action. She snapped at the canine's legs, at the same time rolling. Facing the dog who was now in front of her, she snarled, leaping to the left of Rache, Her face betrayed no fear. Only anger at Beta, anger for all the dogs whose lives had been extinguished. "Beta is a murderer and a slaver. If it can't control us, we die, if we're controlled too much, we risk a fate worse than death. We become like mindless zombies, enslaved in our own bodies, but inside a different mind." the black female leapt at Rache, her jaws narrowly missing her ears. She immediately leapt back and to the right. "To Beta, every fiber of our being is replaceable. We are replaceable." |
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Pfeil | Male | Doberman half blood | Bravo | 25 | Mentions: Wolf, Tai, Rache, Anfall, Sabre, Foxtrot, Bravo
The male opened his eyes as if the first time. The memories of opening them all gone, lost in the mind of a dead dog.
Next he breathed in, the motion was familiar, yet he couldn't tell why. It didn't bother him. He didn't need to know why. He didn't need to know anything. All this cull needed to do was follow the orders of Beta and command the frail and weak creatures known as dogs.
He stepped forward with each paw, something inside him told him this was new, having four metallic sounding steps, but that didn't matter. He was a new cull after all.
He felt the connection of cold metal and flesh by his jaw, trailing down his throat, chest and stomach; he felt how it rised to the base of his tail. Tail. Is this an old apendage? he wondered. Doesn't matter.
The remaining flesh Beta had left him seemed to cover the top half of his body, this was part of his weaker self, a self he didn't remember, need to remember and didn't want to remember.
His only reason of existance was to serve Beta, and he would do that well. Everything else didn't matter.
He took another step just before his head erupted in pain, a terrible ringing in his ears. What felt like years of pain only lasted a few seconds.
He raised his head, his new orders ringing in his mind.
Cull Twenty-Five, you are to leave for the West Wing, corridor five, indoor yard in room thirty-three. Cull One Hundred Ten knows you are arriving. She will provide you with two canines of whom you will escort back to the East Wing, training arena, to join the ranks of Bravo and Foxtrot. Twenty-nine to Bravo, the other to Foxtrot. You are to restore order immediately, as a skirmish had broken out.
The cull nodded to himself before jumping into a brisk determined trot towards his first destination.
When he arived his eyes locked with the other cull, who nodded and left him with two dogs.
One looked much like a wolf mixed with husky. Something in him recignized the features of the wolf mix with another. But that one was dead and so was he.
The other was golden colors with a black spine.
Both were smaller than himself, though were he not a cull he would have deemed them formidable opponents.
"Twenty-Nine, Seventy-Six, you are to follow me to your new regiments" to the cull it was the first time using his voice, it was differen't from how it used to be. Colder, stronger, sterner. Just by his voice anyone woud know that not listening to him would result in punishment.
He turned around, metallic steps leading the two dogs back to the East Wing training center.
A skirmish.
How incompitent were the culls that trained these dogs?
He arived right when a black wolf blood lunged towards a doberman mix, missing the unflinching female before jumping back to the right.
What a weak attack.
"Twenty-Nine, Seventy-Six, neutralize the two wolf bloods, Twenty-One and Sixty-Five" he ordered.
He wanted to see how dogs from regiment Mike faught. The pitiful way Sixty-Five had attacked could have made him laugh. If he had emotions.
He wasn't surprised that the Charlie Female, Sixty-One had simply stood there during the attack.
The culls eyes narrowed when Sixty-One looked up at him, she was less than him, it took some bravery to stare him right in the eye. |
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Sabre / Female / Wolfdog (wolf-GSD-Alaskan malamute) / Foxtrot / I.D: 65 / M: Anfall, Rache, Pfiel, Taipan, Wolf Sabre snarled again, this time using Rache's trick of flipping midair as she leapt to the right again, but came down upon the female's shoulders. She barely heard the others come up, all her wrath being waged on one dog and one alone. The one who had made her snap. She was about to bite down on the female's neck seconds before she got thrown off, when teeth latched into her own neck, yanking her off Rache. She snarled again, facing the new canine, confused when it was one she didn't know. All of a sudden, she found herself pinned to the ground again, this time under an iron grip. She writhed, but to no avail. This dog had placed his paws with precision. One was on her neck, restraining her head, while the other was placed upon her middle, his weight even. He warned her that he would remove her if this happened again, then let her up. She quickly stood back up on her paws and, realizing that she was now outnumbered, dipped her head, though her eyes still smoldered with unleashed anger. Who was this? Wait a minute. Was that.... Pfiel? Her heart ached to see him as part machine. He didn't deserve that, no matter what Beta said. There was another... wolfblood here? It seemed so. More transfers? Probably. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Taipan / Male / GSD x Golden Retriever / Mike / I.D. 76 / M: Pfiel, Wolf, Sabre, Anfall, Rache Taipan followed Cull 25 without saying anything, his fur rippling over his muscles. When he was given his orders, he shot forward, ripping the wolfblood off of the other, whom he supposed was another commander. Immediately upon throwing 65? off of her, he pinned the dark wolfblood, not caring at this point if Wolf was handling the others. He was here to do his job, nothing more. To restore order to this chaos. He gladly complied. "You will stop or you will be removed," his deep, commanding voice came through in a growl, his eyes sharp and cold. He showed his teeth as if to prove his point, his eyes darkening, then heaved himself off of the female, his cold, calculating eyes watching her every move, waiting to see if 61 would deal out the dog's punishment. If she didn't, he would. This dog as well as the others would learn he wasn't to be trifled with. His stern gaze traveled over all of them, his posture dominant and commanding. He would not allow this to happen again. No more revolts. No more chaos. That was his goal. In his mind, that was why he was here. |
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Wolf | Male | Alaskan Malamute/Wolf Wolfblood | Mike | 29 | M : Pfiel; Anfall The male slightly scrunched up his muzzle at being commanded on what to do. What was this mechanical creature that couldn’t even be rendered a dog in his eyes to tell him what to do? He was from regiment Mike, a regiment to train dogs and bring them up as leaders. Not followers. Wolf knew he was a leader rather than a follower. However, he still went over to the other wolfblood attacking(Anfall), snarling at her. His tail lashed near the ground as he scrunched up his muzzle. Looking back towards the mechanical creature, he snorted at his. Soon, he lunged himself towards the female, only using enough force to knock the other wolfblood down. If the other wanted to command him, he’d have to learn that Wolf did not take commands. He would lose this fight on purpose. However, that might get rid of his purpose. If they suspected he was weak, they might command him around more often. He could not be weak or commanded. Both things went against what he was brought up towards. His training would not go to waste. After using force to push the female down, he began in a circle around her. Anyone could tell that the large animal was submitting a challenge. If she requested, that would be all. If rejected, she would have to learn that he made commands. She attacked. He had no idea what for, but now he just wanted a fight. The mechanical creature seemed stiff as he looked over at it. He let out a larger snarl, increasing the volume of it as he continued to circle the feminine wolfblood. Wolf silently hoped he could prove himself to not be commanded around. He was not brought up for that reason. He was brought up to give commands. The same thoughts kept swirling around in his mind as his strong, white coloured paws touched the ground. He lashed his tail once more to attempt to show more signs of a challenge. All the other had to do was accept, and he would prove himself to the others. That was all that was needed. However, complying with commands made him anger grow, feeding into his strength and adrenaline. |
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Anfall | Female | Tamaskan, Dogo Argentino, Wolf | Bravo Wolf Blood | 21 | M: Pfiel, Wolf, Sabre, Taipan, Rache Anfall whipped to the side at the approach of metal. If Kämpe had returned, this would most certainly be Anfall's last day of life. Pfiel. The distinct russet-brown and tan accents of his coat - or what was left of it - was easily distinguishable. Metal plated his underbelly, his jaw, and his limbs were nothing more than cool, silver steel and iron. A transmitter flashed in his ear - there was no question. He was bound to Beta. A mindless monster. Despite herself, Anfall felt rage brew in her gut. Not at him, not at anyone, really - but at the world. The world stole away one more life, the world that turned a dog into creature of metal. A cull, a cull that would only destroy what precious remained of canine life. He was here to hurt, to destroy, to maintain order. "Traitor!" She snarled. In the heat of the moment, she had been foolish enough to snap at a cull. Anfall was far from a rebellious dog - well, not exactly true. She did what she was told. She listened to the Culls - she obeyed Beta not only because she had to, but because she was raised that way, like all Bravo dogs - even if she hated what she was told to do, there was a seed of emotionlessness in her. A drive to follow Beta, as she was trained. But there had always been something that had set Anfall apart - her temper. She couldn't keep the sarcastic insults at bay. It had earned her a few scars, and she knew she was only a snarl away from removal. Anfall was spiteful, conflicted with a burning hate for the world, for Beta, and the neccessity to follow it's commands. And now, her seething fury was directed at Pfiel. She knew it wasn't his fault. But she needed someone to blame, someone to throw the brunt of her anger at. He wouldn't care. Only a second past Pfiel's arrival, and two dogs entered. Nuetralize us. Anfall blinked, still battling her rage, when she was slammed into the ground. Immeidately, she was up, turning to face the creature that dared attack her. Wolf-blood. Issuing a challenge. How dare he attack with my back turned. Coward. I'm going to rip off his ears and shove them down his throat - From the corner of her eyes, Anfall cought Orden's glare. The collie was desperate, pleading for Anfall to do the wise thing, to back down. You don't control me, mutt. Anfall lunged, eyes burning with a flame of fury as she slammed into him. |
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