Devil Without a Cause

[Damien]

He who walks tonight will survive tonight. Those who walk tonight will die tonight. It was the own saying of living. The night was howling cold and the wind cried across the night. Calling out towards the heavens, begging and pleading for the others to come, to help. Taking helpless leaves and grass with them as the wind raced across time.

Pathetic humans and their lies. Their stories rampaging with lies and things to scare the little kids. To anger mankind even more. Humans, such cowards.

The trees moaned and yell out their battle cry as the night passes by. Nature was having its own little war, how pleasant. The moon though was passive along with the stars that speckled across the dark blue sky. They watch helpless as life goes on.

Arrogant beings.

He heavily breaths among the cold air as he stares off into the distance. He was further then any animal had gone. He had grown used to this among all years. The partial of his life anyways. To him the world was ages old, the people were arrogant idiots for animals' pleasure to get rid of. Like hunter and prey, except the animals were the hunters and humans were prey. With humans though it was vice-versa, but the devil will correct this error.

He licked his chops and began his trip back to the surface. His paws heavily meeting the earth's punishment as his body aligned correctly with each muscle. His ears pricked up to the howling of the wind, oh how joyous the sound was. It was better then hearing a simple voice of a human or even the voice of an animal, even a dog. He was anti-social, a maniac, a murder. He was nothing but a professional killer, and humans had no right to label him. To him they were stupid beings who deserve to die. And the great lion had courage to step up and put those humans in place.

Even if it means, the dogs too.

Come little children, be indoors by nightfall. Lock yours doors and bolt the walls. Take cover within the covern, afterall you wouldn't want the demon to see you do you? Keep quiet and pray that the night will go fast. Hear that heavy breathing? Oh no! The dog has come to feed amongst your fear, to pick out his next victim. To lead the great cat to you. Do pray, do pray.

He growled and leaped forward. Slamming himself against the tree trunk and scraping his claws across the earth as his fangs bit deep within his skin. He was growing frustrated with this night. He dug himself alittle and adjusted his features as he finished getting rid of his anger. His eyes shoning off through the darkness, his red becoming the signature of the devil.

[Numa]

((I was hoping someone else was going to take this thread but we really need to get some role-playing going...))

There's a disturbance in the air...

What could only be a mastiff stood bolt upright suddenly, his harsh light brown coat standing out against the deep blackness of the night and alerting his prey to his presence. Said birds, which the massive dog had managed to stalk to within a short leap of distance, immediately took flight when the dog stood up, his cover beneath the tall grasses blown. But deep chocolate brown eyes still stared deep into the blackness of the woodland, the birds forgotten and the winds playing in his low set pendant-shaped ears...

Something in that wind told the cautious male that something was not right... Not right at all...

But the Spanish mastiff was... not hesitant but something like it. He remained, standing, staring, frozen in the middle of that small little clearing in only part of his forest. Not only was he hungry and his dinner fluttering away through the tree tops, but it was late and he'd been up all day doing... stuff. Plus, fighting gave him a headache. In short, the grizzled brute was in no mood to deal with some pompous yearling out to make a name for himself...

Lucky for him, or unlucky, depending on how you think about it, that is not what he was about to deal with...

Finally, growing more concerned the more he thought about it, the massive canine trotted off in the direction of the scent in question, a husky scent that gave him a very forbidding feeling as if he were headed for disaster... or, at least that he was headed for a male. Sighing quietly to himself, the mastiff took his time trotting through the trees, his gait smooth and tireless but his eyes the exact opposite, lids half closed and directed downward in an exhausted expression...

"Please let this male come in peace..."

Despite his quiet request to no one in particular, actually getting a look at the frustrated stranger made the mastiff realize the pointlessness of such a request. The mixed breed was leaping against trees by the looks of things. As to the reason why, he could only guess... but he had the feeling he really didn't want to. Without a word, the massive canine simply watched the stranger from afar, his deep brown gaze shimmering in the moon's light but not shining, his light colored pelt visible between the tall, black forms that were the trees... the forest...

..the night...

[Damien]

(thanks Numa =3)

He hit his head against the tree, probably trying to give himself a headache again. He agaped his maw and lifted it to the heavens and a disfigured howl escaped his throat and erupted to the skies. Birds flew in terror. The night seemed so quiet now. The crickets dared not chirp another sound for the dog in fright. Damien licked his chops and wiped away the blood that seeped from his mouth. It wasn't like he cared for another wound, the dog already had every scar under the book on his body. Hell the dog walked the earth with one eye and three legs, how convincing is that for a devil? He sneered and shook his head.

The devil...

Yes the devil himself. That is what the humans had once thought of him as. They had even ridicule stories of him coming into their houses at night and killing off little childrens. Eating human hearts and disembowling their pets. Wrecking their homes and taking everything they had owned. They were all lies! What became of desire became of fear. Stupid humans and their lies!

"Huh?"

A scent reached the dog's nose as he turned his attention in that direction. Directing his red eye to get a better view of his intruder. He just barely spotted the mastiff and grinned devilishly. So there was another dog out tonight? How pitiful. He thought for once he'd be completely alone tonight. Not that he was ever alone anyways. He should be thankful that another dog was out tonight. But was this another trick to lure him out and snap get killed? No that was to easy, this dog looked surprised and didn't attack him as the others had.

"Hey you there."

His gruff voice came from his throat as he spoke to the mastiff. He wasn't to certain if he should even make conversation to the dog. Perhaps a fresh new start if the dog did not hear of the human's lies. Perhaps luck was with him tonight.

"Why are you so far from the safety of the human's village? You do realize this is close to the lion's terf right?"

[Numa]

((Anytime. ^^ Like I said, we need some threads going.))

The heavy brute cocked his head to the side at the disheveled sight of the intruder, relatively large ears flopping in correspondence to the movement and wrinkled brow furrowing to add emphasis. What an odd one to watch. The stranger's dark coat was colored like that of your typical German shepherd, for the most part, with odd lighter markings on the front of his form. However, he was too far from the mastiff for the older dog to identify the color or exact placement of the markings. Plus, his vision wasn't what it used to be...

Still, he could see the shepherd was running around like a psychopath, howling and raging and slamming his body into everything nearby. It was enough to make the mastiff wince from a distance. Why someone would want to harm themselves so... so... dramatically, he could only guess. If you were supposed to be scarred, deformed and bleeding, you would've been born that way. At least, that's the way he thought about it. Then again, sometimes things happen and they leave scars. Perhaps that's where the shep's leg went. A massive fight, a desperate decision to save a life or maybe something more... daring...

The big dog's speculation was interrupted by a rather baritone, echoing sort of sound... a voice. His ears suddenly perking and his attention drawing back to reality, the mastiff showed no fear, no intimidation. Only calm assertiveness and maybe a little suspicion showed on his slightly wrinkled, droopy face in the form of a warm smile. But, before answering, he took a step from the shadows, coming down from the trees and into the clearing to stand a few lengths from the stranger...

"I do... but no lion is going to move me from my lands..."

He paused, glaring off to the left where the tiny lights from the nearby town shone through the darkness, poking out from between the trees of the forest...

"... No lion, no wolves, no humans of course."

But what little anger may have shone in his chocolate brown gaze melted away soon enough and he returned to his calm assertive position before the interloper, long slightly bushy tail waving behind him in a welcoming sort of manner...

"But all that aside, may I ask what you are doing so far from the two-leggers?"

Another pause and a glance off to the right this time, toward the tree the shepherd had lept against when he'd first been discovered...

"Aside from ripping up my trees..."

[Damien]

So the dog was the brave kind of sort? How interesting this was going to be. Though Damien had no will or interest to cause or start a fight. So therefore he would welcome the mastiff if the dog so boldly wanted to welcome him.

When the other dog came into more viewing prospective, he gave a good adjusting to. Flexing himself and untensing the part of his body he had banged against the trees. Slowly standing more into his weighted paws then he already was. He simply slunked to his haunches and rubbed the tip of his head. He had a hard head as it was and so it didn't really bother him really much. And if he had a headache, he'd probably have never noticed it. Since most of his nervous system and body functions weren't exactly in good functioning order.

"I see...so you're not of them dogs that are deadly afraid of the lion. Good I'm fed up with talking or associating with cowards."

He paused slightly and pushed himself up to all...three..legs. He huffed a disgruntled growl as the dog mentioned about the two-legged animals down below. He had a distaste for humans for a very long time.

"Humans..Heh screw them. I'm a dog from Japan that wandered to North America almost 2-3 years ago. To them I'm considered the devil dog. I even heard folklores of the great Cat's minion."

He laughed in a mocking sense. But then his expression clearly stated he wasn't amused.

"I was desired, now I am feared. Any more questions?"

[Numa]

((This is going to suck since my muse died but I miss this thread...))

The mastiff calmly listened to the shepherd mix as he spoke, gave mention of his history and so on but he tried not to make anything of it. As his mother had always said: "To 'assume', makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'." Though as a pup, he never understood what she'd meant by it, by this time in his life, he actually found the word play rather humorous.... as well as very true. Assumptions are often falsehoods and lies, which makes the one assuming look like an idiot for doing so.

Don't wanna look like an idiot? Don't assume stuff or make judgments...

It was that simple and the massive canine eagerly obeyed such a simple logic. He made no judgments about the stranger from anything he said or anything he was thinking. Only what he does will make any difference, such as suddenly charging aggressively or something blatantly dangerous and disrespectful like that. Until then, the mastiff considered him peaceful, even if he seemed anything but...

"I see. So they forbid you from their homes so you are forced into mine... Sounds like something the bi-peds would do..."

Nodding slowly, he aimed a chocolate brown glare toward the flickering lights in the distance only this time, the glare held for more than a few mere moments. He wasn't usually one to hold grudges, but mankind certainly deserved one...

There was a moment of silence while he stared before the massive dog felt it right to break it....

"So, why tear up the trees then hm? They have done you no wrong..."

[Damien]

(i'm dead o___o but I wanted to reply)

His grim gaze wandered around for a few moments. He could hear several sounds from each direction. His hearing had not entirely been affected, but it wasn't as good as it used to be. Maybe old age was getting to the dog so soon. Hell he was half-blind and only had three legs. How lucky can one dog get.

"Heh, the humans are arrogant morons and so are the dogs that follow them. They live a pampered life, they have no idea what's like out here. Or out there."

He motioned his head across the seas as much as he could do. He cleared his throat and bared his fangs in a less threatening manner.

"I do not tear up the trees. They are merely there to help me relieve pain that isn't even there."

He began to pace around the dog. Almost as if study the mastiff of his strengths and weaknesses. Trying to pin-point the exact local that made the dog function. A clear smile lept to his maw as he stood in front of him now.

"Have you not learned the ultimate lesson of one's all? To live is to die and to die is to live."