Mind Tricks [For Adaelya]

[Rovang]

So he was a paesan now... Rovang sighed, giving his stocky head a shake. Everyone had to start somewhere, he supposed. And he had already been given a glimpse of the type of personalities that could be found on Market Street. A lot of them were painfully outspoken. Just their conversations had made his head spin.

Padding slowly through the remnants of Old Market street, the mix began to get a bearing on his new surroundings. From one pit to another, it would seem. But such was the life of a fighter; you went to the highest bidder, if you were good enough to be bid for.

The Gang seemed to have a decent arsenal of talented fighters of both the vocal and physical kind. Rocang couldn't imagine picking a fight of words when his fangs could deliver a message so much better... But then again, he was a little more anti-social than the others, even for a pit fighter.

But something the Gang seemed to lack was the ability to see potential in their recruits. They had a quota to meet, after all; they lacked fresh-meat these days. To turn a member away so easily simply because they were not built for the job, or even just because of how they looked. That little black and white female from before... Hell, she could have fooled the Legionnaires no problem. Could've saved the Boss and everyone a whole lot of trouble. But she didn't look the part.

She certainly had the attitude though.

Brown and blue eyes remained low, lined with the horizon as the large stocky male made his way around his new 'home.' Might as well get as much exploring done before he found himself behind bars yet again. Such was the life of a fighter.

However, a vaguely familiar scent reached his nose, catching Rovang's attention and leading him to veer off to the side. It was that spunky little female with the bladed tongue. She hadn't quite left, it seemed...

He wasn't quite sure why his feet carried him in her direction, but he followed silently. Maybe it was his own curiousity, or something deeper than that. He'd never been one for much compassion; he couldn't afford to be... But still, a little talk couldn't hurt. Right?

[Adaelya]

The nerve of that Akita! For her to toss me away, just like that! Grrrrrr. It makes me soo mad!

The little sharp white teeth sank down onto a hunk of old cloth, her head swinging viciously from side to side, her aggression taking over. With her back arched, tail curved high over her back, and front paws diagonal to the ground, the papillion hopped around the piece of cloth, wedged in the crated and boxes. It was helping, to some degree.

The bloody bitch, thinking she rules all. I'm love to just tear off her fur and have her walk around naked. Hah! That would be a sight to see!

A low growl had started, growing bigger as her anger slowly flared higher. body bounced backward as she tugged harder on the tearing fabric, it's taste forgotten as her clasped her teeth together and locked her jaw.

Watch her walk around in nothing but her pink skin, let all see how frail and weak she is without her fluffy over puffy fur. That'll be the day!

Suddenly a great crack was heard, stilling Ada in her growl, bouncing and tugging. A box above her tilted slightly before it feel, bringing with it 2 or 3 more. Wide eyed and gasping, the small canine watched as the tumbling wooden crates descended upon her, crashing onto the ground with a tremendous ruckus and shattering on contact. Her yelp drowned out by the crash.

[Rovang]

His heavy, wide paws carried him along the trail that the little female had taken, her scent guiding him silently in the right direction. He still couldn't figure why he was seeking her out, but he had no reason to object to his feet, and so he continued. And as he walked along, the faintest sound of commotion could be heard before him.

Was that growling? Quirking a canine brow, Rovang slowed his pace as he rounded the corner of a very derelict looking old building. The sight that greeted him was one that the mix had not been expecting. The little black and white femme was taking out her aggression, which she seemed to have quite a bit of, on a cloth wedged precariously amongst a pile of old abandoned crates. Given her size, it wasn't that much of a danger. Or so Rovang thought.

Watching from the sidelines, Rovang became a witness to a rather horrific scene as it unfolded right before his eyes. Amidst all her snarling, growling and rage-filled mutterings, the little female tugged and yanked with much gusto on that defenseless little cloth. And the Fates must have been in an ornery mood, for they seemed to hatch a plan for the little canine that was almost as pride-culling as her earlier encounter with Valkyrie.

The upper-most crates began to wobble and shake dangerously, unbeknownst to the little raging black and white blur of fur. And, sooner than Rovang could even think to give warning, they toppled. One, two, three, four crates came down upon the little female, who seemed frozen at the base of the crate-tower as it crashed down on her.

Rovang stood for a moment, brown and blue eyes wide in shock, staring at the unmoving pile of fallen boxes, before he willed his feet to move. Concern was certainly not something the male felt often, but this was a situation he had not been faced with before. Surely those crates must have crushed the little canine.

A certain rush of apprehension shivered throughout Rovang's body as he hurried close to the pile. It was almost as if he were afraid to say anything. He had seen many dogs killed in his life, but never from being crushed to death. This was completely different... and all he could do was look on in silence.

[Adaelya]

Ada's eyes opened slowly, her paws covering her head and her tail was curled protectively around her body. As she rose her small little head, the papillion blinked in surprise and smiled.

Was she in heaven, or in just some odd eclipse of time? The ruble around her formed a small ring around the exact spot she had taken refuge. And right beside her paw, lay the torn ragged and holy cloth. With a confident smirk the canine rose up from the ground and shook out her long fur. Snatching up her piece of cloth, she jumped easily onto the wooden splinted boards and came face to face with the other canine who had gathered more of the Akita's attention then she had.

Quiet startled, Ada stumbled back wards and feel straight into the same ring she had just tried to get out of. With a smart growl, cloth still between her teeth, she wiggled through the rubbish. It was quiet easy for her actually, with her size and all, and the way the crates had fallen, gaps big enough for her to sneak through were all over the place. So she decided to poke out her head right under the other dog.

Smirking quietly to herself, as not to startled to other just yet, she placed the prized rag on the ground and parted her jaws.

"Hello. Somethin' I can help you with?"

[Rovang]

"Hello. Somethin' I can help you with?"

Rovang had watched, amazed, when the little female popped her head from amidst the 'rubble,' and had watched even still when she slipped back and disappeared. He had heard her rummaging through the spaces between the crates, but had certainly not expected her to appear right in front of him. With a disgruntled snort, the male took a few cautious steps away from the little femme.

That little thing was the luckiest hound alive to not have been killed by that. Even Rovang himself would have been lucky to walk away from something like that.

Staring at the little female, Rovang paused for a long moment, studying her and her confident nature. Even after nearly being crushed, she still had that spunk from before. She certainly was a little spitfire, he'd give her that much, at the very least.

"I was planning on asking you that..." He spoke quietly, still eyeing the little Papillon closely. She didn't seem to be phased by the ordeal at all, having even snatched up the cloth that had caused the whole ruckus. "But you seem to have it covered..."

[Adaelya]

The little black and white puff smiled confidently, crossing her paws as she rested in the ruble and gazed thoughtfully at the other canine. "Seems, I do, don't I?" She questioned lightly, tongue hanging slightly out of the side of her mouth.

"A couple boxes would never stop me, unless one fell over me and trapped me, but of course... Me being me, I would find a way out." Raising her chin, Adaelya blinked softly and let her lips continue smiling. With a confident leap the little canine produced the rest of her body from the broken boards and sat softly on the ground before the much larger canine.

Her eyes then narrowed slightly, head tilting off to the side to get a more... perspective look at him. "So your part of this... Gang aren't you? Because of your size, frame, statue, calm, quiet attitude..." By now she had stood again and was circling the other dog slowly. Her tail held high, paws elegantly placing themselves carefully and precisely onto the dirty ground.

"Must be nice being big and strong huh? Get everything you ever dreamed of?" She snarled, stopping in front of the canine again, as her eyes pinned his. Spitfire indeed.

[Rovang]

Blinking slowly, Rovang listened in long silence to every word the little Papillon spat out at him, making note of the venemous tone her voice took as she continued. Spitfire, viper, they could call her either, for she was a barbed-tongue little bitch, as the male soon became well aware of. So much for his earlier concern.

Blue and brown eyes became stony as he stared at the little circling female until their eyes met in an electric lock. He held his tongue for several long moments even after she finished her poisonous questioning of him, and he waited to see if she would simmer down. After evaluating her stance, her demeanor, Rovang soon decided that there was a fat chance the little femme would stand down.

"Your quarrel isn't with me, little viper," his voice was not venemous as hers had been, but was instead icy and curt, his gravely tone showing a slight irritation with the female's... 'vigor.' "I have no prejudice towards your size, where others might, so mind your tongue... Or at least be civil until I give you reason not to be."

He continued to hold the Papillon's gaze unwaveringly, mismatched eyes boring hard down on her, but not with disgust or anger as hers seemed to be filled with at the moment. Instead he was simply watching, evaluating. She was a strong-willed little thing, something not to be trifled with. And if she had been of a larger breed, even Rovang would have seriously watched himself around such a volatile personality.

"And perhaps, little viper, before you berate a stranger," he sniffed slightly, still a little miffed with the smaller canine for digging into him when he had, uncommonly, only been trying to help, "you should mind your own state of being first..."

He gave a brief inclination of his head towards her back. There a fresh wound sat, no doubt a product of the crate-topple, bleeding freely. How the little spitfire hadn't noticed such an injury was beyond the mix; perhaps her blood was just a little too hot right now with the previous attack to her pride to notice an injury to her body.

[Adaelya]

It was true Adaelya would not stand down, but she would give respect were respect was due. And since this other canine seemed to understand at least the basis of such a wonderful thing, Adae decided it would be high time to let up on her tongue and give the guy a break.

"I can see what you say is true, so I'll leave my tongue be and become 'civil' as you so put it. It's about time someone wasn't judgmental because I'm 3 times the size of them." The little papillion muttered softly, gazing hard into his eyes but her anger slowly dimmed as well as her hatred. Rov had hit the stop to quieting the little motor mouth and so he earned his peace time.

However, when he began to sniff the air, the black and white fluff looked curiously at him, ears perked forward and head tilted slightly. "Mind my own state...?" She repeated after him, looking at were his gaze was directed before following it. What she found made her blink a couple times before actually recognizing it as a wound.

"Hmm..." She murmured, tongue flicking out slowly to lick at the wound. Although all dogs can reach onto there back, it's actually quiet hard to retain the right position. But being the bound and determined canine that she was, Adae wasn't about to ask for any help in such a delicate circumstance. She wasn't about to quiet until the wound was clean and her fur was no longer stained red. In order to do a job right, sometimes you got to do it yourself.