I want to see teeth stained with blood. I want the streets to run red." — Karma, Saints Boss
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about us This is Komorrah, a city full of corruption, poverty, and crime. While there's good and bad in every city, this one has dogs. A lot of stray dogs.
Set in a modern-day, fictionalized version of New York City, Komorrah has much to offer our gang dogs. Strays on the street feed from human negligence and thrive on the loopholes they can fit their snouts in. It's every dog for themselves
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Massive paws compared to a gangly physique trampled the arching sprigs of grass. A dense tail fanned aggressively behind him as he pressed his shoulders forward eagerly. A shrill hiss sounded from his owner to gather his attention, azure eyes jerked towards the snapping digits of his owner. Reclining his furred haunches into a sit, the mastiff mix turned his glacial gaze towards the gated fence. It was rare that he was able to meet another dog, his dear handler kept him sheltered. A harness gripped his wide shoulders and coiled into a muzzle restraint for easier control. A giant puppy, ever more so due to his supplements and muscle regiments, Angelus was getting bigger faster than was planned. Cropped ears sprouted from the elongated tresses of ivory, those diminutive spikes curved forward to hear the approaching steps. Angelus Mortis grasped the situation slightly, he was to meet this other dog and behave. His human was in high spirits, he assumed this was a special predicament.
“Angelus, no roughing her up. Got it?” spoke his human with a sickly sweet smile and a voice that was somewhat sing song. In response the youngster allowed a boyish smile to curl atop pale lips and his tail waved furiously. Usually, he owner wanted him to play roughly but he needed to treat this dog nicely. That honestly seemed better than having to pretend growl, perhaps he’ll let him make friends this time.
The mere thought caused his dense tail to sweep the fronds of green, his wide oceanic gaze fastening towards the approaching duo. His owner regarded them with a casual, friendly demeanor, waving excitedly towards a looming man. Angelus stiffened ever so slightly; his tail stalling and he narrowed his gaze faintly. Nostrils flared to consume the scents but he couldn’t shake the foreboding feeling from the opposing man. A pat flattened his ears, snatching him from his focused state which caused his tail to sway once more.
His owner, Aston portrayed a wide smile and a slightly unfamiliar expression. Angelus tore his gaze to the hound; she was slender but muscular with eyes like pure starlight. The dog was radiant and Angel couldn’t help but stare.
“Mr. Capone,” greeted the younger man, hands outstretched in a half-hearted attempt at a handshake. “Looks like he’s interested at least,” laughter toppled from his lips as he gestured towards the obvious gawking Angel was doing. Lengthy fur prickled along his shoulders like a lion’s mane, while he was not alarmed he wasn’t used to meeting another dog and the sensation elicited the bristling.
“Should I take off his harness and muzzle? He’s pretty calm so no need to worry,” the pale mastiff wasn’t even paying attention, his tail already offering a gentle wag towards the female. Ears pricked forward, he wanted to snatch at his lead but he knew that was against his master’s orders.
“H-hi!” he managed through the lose fabric snaking along his lips.
Approaching the odd duo of a young boy and a gigantic duo was an even odder one. This man was tall - intimidating. He had a certain slickness to him though - as if he could sit the devil down and talk him into a deal himself. And beside him was an odd, growing beauty. Her form was lithe, yet, one could easily see the growing muscle rolling underneath her short, stark white fur. Those dark eyes of hers were bright, and that thin, long tail would occasionally twitch in a wag. She was slightly pulling on the leash, almost seeming to prance as her nose twitched and she looked about in wonder.
However, spotting the other dog, she immediately tensed...not to attack though. No, more like because she wanted to...investigate? Really, the young dog had stared directly at the larger, more heavily coated dog with curious stare, her nose eagerly twitching and her claws scraping at the concrete floor as she tried to pull closer.
"Easy." The single command from her owner made her instantly relapse back to his side, looking intently up at him. She had quickly abandoned her puppyish instinct and became a mere solider just like that.
Mr. Capone returned the handshake, just as hardheartedly, before giving an almost amicable smile. "Mr. Aston." He greeted in that sleek voice of his. "Hopefully her charming personality won't drive him away." He chuckled slightly, but, had keen eyes as he watched the two. "Yeah, let him breathe. Why...Mr.Aston, she's called Karma for a reason. He won't do anything he'll regret, I guarantee." There was a certain tone in his voice that could easily cause shivers, despite him sounding amused. He was more so worried about his own dog more than anything. God forbid she saw the other dog as some new toy. But, if that happened, he was sure a bit of coin could shut up any complaints of 'property damage' from the other owner.
Karma herself tilted her head at the other dog, watching him carefully in a position similar to a stalking lioness. It was clear she wasn't sure what to make from the other dog. She was studying him - watching him. And then, slowly, her tail arched and her ears perked - was she going to attack?
...Nope. That tail of hers would only lash back and forth in a short wag as she gave a friendly bark, front paws giving a few little jumps on the ground - she seemed happy!
"You look weird." Her words were blunt as she completely disregarded his greeting. But, there was a friendly playfulness to her tone as she pranced forward. Before Angelus' owner could pry the muzzle off, she was already beginning to chew and pry on it, soft, cute little growls coming from her throat. "Is this hurting you? I can help." Her head would twist and shake as she tried to pull the darned thing off.
Mr.Capone only chuckled. "Seems she doesn't like it either."
Word Count: Tag: @angelus, Comments: DEFINITELY READY!
Angleus remained statuette; his owner had issues a command so he obeyed. His seated position remained pretty serene, aside from the hesitant wagging his wooly tail offered. Angel had all but ignored the opposing man’s bizarre aura, it wasn’t his job to watch humans, however he did feel like it was his job to keep his master a safe. The man proved no danger while he witnessed their exchange of hands. The younger man regarded Karma and Capone with a casual respect, perhaps a little more respect to the looming individual. Inquisitive eyes inspected the youthful Karma, the faintest of impressed whistles escaping Aston. Angelus perked towards the sound curiously, only to place his bright azure gaze back towards the alabaster female.
Even as she approached, he made no indication of moving but his energy was brimming. Like a pressurized canon, he was nearing his point of no return. Karma’s first words caused cropped ears to prick forward, a tilt causing them to lean.
“You look weird, too,” he allowed a boyish chuckle to escape, moistened nose pressing to her neck for emphasis, “Where’s your fur?” he questioned with a pure tease to his tone, genuinely curious as to why she lacked lengthy ivory fur like him. She looked cold, while he was exceptionally toasty with that abundant white pelt. “No it doesn’t hurt..” his words escaped, a small confusion to his words. Was it supposed to hurt? Fingers began adjusting his restraints and he stiffened ever so slightly as his master allowed his own laughter to spill.
“If you say so, he’s pretty awkward on his paws. He’s already over 100 lbs at this age. He’s growing like a weed,” joked his master as he unlatched the connected muzzle and harness. Immediately it slid off with the help of Karma’s wrangling and the moment he was free, his immense form abruptly stood. Physique tensed, an unreadable expression overtaking his fuzzy face. Suddenly he bowed, jaw dropping into a pant whilst his tail fanned aggressively. No restraints meant freedom, meant he could run and have fun.
“I call him Angelus Mortis, latin for Angel of Death. It’s poetic, I think it’ll stick to the crowd,” remarked Aston to Capone while he watched his hound fondly. Angelus’s nose smelled Karma fierce, drinking in her scent with fixated curiosity. He was beyond excited, he just wanted to explode and run.
“My name’s Angelus Mortis!” he barked, dense pelt continuing to bristle, “You can call me Angel or something, I know it’s a mouth full,” more laughter toppled from his lips. With a couple of bounces, he initiated multiple bows before leaping upwards, nearly tripping on his gigantic paws.
Word Count: Tag:Silvy Comments: I'm crying. They are too cute. SHE WAS TRYING TO TAKE OFF THE HARNESS
Made by Artsy
ABOUT Karma
6 Years, 3 months old, Female
Argentine Mastiff mixed with Boerboel & very slight English Mastiff
"My fur? My fur is right here, dummy!" The pure white, short furred dog would glance over herself in a rather goofy manner, large paws that she had yet to grow into sprawling across the floor. Finally, she latched on to her shoulder after spinning about in a circle for a moment, grasping at the loose skin as though to show off her short furred pelt. "See?" She muttered out, eventually letting go and spitting out the small white furs that littered her mouth. Hmph! She had plenty of fur!
For a moment, Capone almost seemed a bit annoyed at how playfully idiotic his dog was acting - she couldn't retain at least a little of her dignity, eh? However, just as quick as the unpleasant look had came onto his face, it was gone, replaced only by a smile and a chuckle. "He'll be a big one, eh? Good." The man seemed quite pleased.
"Angelus Mortis? A mouthful, but, not something you'll forget. I like that." Capone commented, hands in the pockets of his rather expensive looking black leather coat. "She's Karma - plain and simple, eh? But, fits a guy like me with a business like mine well," he gave a heart chuckle. "Some call 'er 'The White Devil,' though. An angel and the devil, who would have thought."
Oblivious to their owner's chatter, Karma let out a few barks of excitement as the dog's harness was finally dropped. Cutely enough, her barks seemed to really lack much base to them - they sounded more like cute little yaps more than anything. "Karma - my names Karma!" She let out a playful, 'fierce' growl, showing off her already quite sharp teeth. She seemed to be quite proud of her name - possibly because her owner liked it so much.
She mimicked his bows - even if they seemed a bit foreign to her. She didn't get to play all that much, really. Her awkwardness to the whole thing was seen when she briefly paused, looking up to her owner with inquisitive eyes. Was this okay? Was she doing it right?
Eventually though, her dark gaze wandered right back over to Angelus - and, eventually, seemed to lose her sudden awkwardness as she took a few bumbling hops forward. Facing the dog with her rear in the air and her whole body seeming to wriggle in some awkward, happy shake, she let out another loud, playful growl. "Betcha can't catch me! I'm the fastest - the strongest!" She boldly bragged, 'fearsome' growls growing louder.
Word Count: x Tag: @angelus, Comments: Sssoooo cute!!
Wide paws stamped massive imprints into the soil, his entire form shuddering with restrained energy. Angelus’s first dog, first friend? No too soon but he was beyond excited. Aston never allowed him interaction, all he had was his owner. His body was reacting on instincts, it told him to make these weird displays and so he did. Dense plumed tail elevated high into the air like a flag, his fur prickling like a lion’s mane. He couldn’t read her body language; he assumed she was happy like him. She looked adorable bouncing around like a white rabbit… er, he ate rabbits though. Totally not the same thing, dogs were sacred, dogs had to be friends too.
“White Devil? Now that’s a name I can get around,” whistled the youngster, gaze fastened on the duo while he casually slipped his hands into his pockets. “The Angel and the Devil is also quite poetic,” he uttered to Capone with a faint smirk. He was far too amused; this was just a game for Aston. A scary expression was scrawling atop the youthful features of Angelus’s owner, a jealous light perhaps. Angelus too to Karma well, a bit too well.
“My methods will ensure I’m all the dog has. He’ll need me. I hope you watch closely, I’m onto something new, something big. I appreciate your opinion on things,” his words held a sinister sheen, Aston was twisted in his own way and he had fun toying with the lives of others. An heir to some big named company with a big head, he acted bullet proof. Angelus, completely oblivious to his owners dark innards, he was devoted and cherished his owner like gold. At the moment, Karma completely captivated him, her jaws firmly gripping his attention like a throat. As the ivory hound tore off like a lioness to a gazelle, he had to admit he paused. Angelus hesitated and watched as slender muscles churned like pale ocean water beneath taut marbled flesh. Chiseled, beautiful, his tail swung in slow deliberate strokes.
Jerking back to reality, he felt heat rising to his ears and cheeks, his gawking was honestly embarrassing. He blamed it on his lack of friends and interaction; he was acting quite unlike the figures he looked up to. Knights don’t gawk like fools, he mentally chided.
“No. I’m the strongest and the fasterest!” he howled back, his thick limbs rising to leap into a sprint, the moment he gained enough momentum to launch he was quite impressive. The initial acceleration had him gaining speed, lengthy limbs snatching forth terrain and he hurtled towards the speeding demon. Paws suddenly bounced against one another and as he went to land and take another massive stride towards her did his hinds flail upwards. His poor awkward limbs tangled with one another, causing the hefty boy to skid to a heavy halt. The moment he crashed, he dropped into a pile of laughing mess and fur. Springing upwards again, he spun to locate the swift she-dog, jaws dropped into a smiling pant. “Man she's fast but, what a wipeout,” chuckled Aston, seemingly uncaring, “He’ll need to fully grow into those paws soon, it’ll be a problem if he can never catch his balance,” he finished with a shrug. Meanwhile Angelus grinned at Karma, laughter on his tongue and his tail looking like it was going to snap off and fly into orbit it was wagging so hard. He felt great, this was so incredibly fun.
Capone rose a delicate brow at Aston's almost sinister words, seeming to be quite perplexed. "You've got my interest, good job. Explain." The man spoke in an almost business like tone. Those who knew Capone knew he was someone important - a well liked face in the world of business. But those who really knew the man knew just how important he was in the world of drugs, violence, and money. He was someone untouchable within the gang business, someone even the cops couldn't handle. And he held that fact with pride. When people were scared of you, you were invincible. He glanced towards his own dog. She only knew the tip up the iceberg right now...For now, he'd nurture her - mold the vase first and glaze it over.
And then break it.
But, he'd be patient. He had time - plenty of time. He would make Karma into the name others had gifted her - The White Devil. But, even the devil himself was afraid of something.
Karma was oblivious to the malicious thoughts that ran through both of their owner's mind. She was too focused on her new companion. He was massive - bigger than her, definitely. But, did this deter the white dog any? Of course not. If anything, it meant he wasn't a pushover - not like her siblings. They'd squeal over the tiniest nips she gave them, even if their owner encouraged her to do so. She was too busy ogling over how massive the hound was, and bumbling around in a sloppy & jumpy play bow, to notice him really staring at her. No, she was much too busy barking 'threats' at him.
Finally though, he had accepted her challenge and was hurdling towards her like a charging rhino. She happily yipped, jaws parted and tongue lolling from them as she scrambled into a clumsy run. She turned though when she heard something promptly crashing to the ground, her gaze flickering over to Angelus just in time to see the hound tumbling about. She slid to a halt, head tilted slightly and tongue still lolling.
Was he okay?
Thankfully, it didn't take too much time before her new playmate was back on his paws, unharmed. Karma, pleased that their play session wouldn't have to end, let out another loud bark, suddenly charging at him. The goofy young dog didn't even stop her charging bluff - nope, she instead leaped straight at Angelus in a mound of wriggling and legs, growls echoing from her chest as she aimed to fly smack dab into him. Forget about Angelus playing rough, it seemed this girl here would be the one to initiate it!
Taking slight pride in his dog being complimented, despite her otherwise goofy way of playing, Capone let out a chuckle. "She'll be the pinnacle of her kind. I'll make sure of it." He nodded. "He's already got a bit of muscle on him. A dog like him will be a wall in no time. I wouldn't have chosen you if he wouldn't be." His words sounded amused, but, held a sharp truth to them. He wouldn't waste his time on things he saw as 'destined to fail'. No, that simply wasn't his way. Because, wasted time was wasted profit.
Word Count: x Tag: @angelus , Comments: rriiighhttt?! their owners are so messed up tho xD
Pink tongue draped over his wide set jaw, the muscle heaving in exaggerated and undignified pants. His slightly drooped jowls were curled into a fond smirk; he really couldn’t believe how much fun this was, it felt better than chasing rabbits. Rabbits broke too easily anyways but Karma was strong, way stronger than any rabbit. Cropped ears pricked towards the barreling female, he made no indication of moving he merely braced his shoulders and eagerly anticipated the collision.
The entire bulk of the mix breed slammed right into Angelus and the rush of air mingled into that of a laugh. He flew backwards from the impact feeling her squirming atop of him with endless energy and optimism. Once his air retuned he too began heavy giggling, his hinds flailing and his forelimbs pummeling her own body. Angelus cared not to shove her from his bulky physique and the pain from evident from his previous tumble but Angel was fueled by too much excitement to reflect his stinging. He didn’t want her to worry and if he appeared to be hurting, and he wasn’t even hurting too bad, his owner might stop it.
Aston fumbled with his pockets, icy gaze not leaving the tangled duo whilst more darkness shadowed his features. Casting Capone a brief glance, he grinned wickedly before offering the littlest of shrugs. These men were different but similar, they had tainted souls and they seemed to feed off the misery of others. Aston held different values, and a different goal. He was very familiar with Capone’s methods and honestly liked them but he wanted his own route.
“Alright, here’s the deal. All these people are abusing their dogs and they are hatin’. I want Angel to desire the fight himself. His breeds protect livestock; I want him to associate this protective instinct with the desire to fight other dogs, as if it had something to do with me. Our bond will be strong, he love me, he will only associate me with love and trust. Y’know?” Aston rambled one, clearly filled with ego. Capone was a man of high respect, Aston was aware and regarded him with his deserved recognition, but Aston wanted his own. Perhaps it was his fascination with gladiators and their willingness to fight, pleasing their masters. He wanted Angelus to feel the thrill of battle in his name.
Angelus listened to her barrage of gurgles and growls; he honestly never attempted this vocalization before. Peeling back heavy curtains of lips, he strummed his throat to emit a rumbling growl of some sort. The feeling tickling but felt nice before he chuckled at his own attempt, growling seemed fun.
“Karma. Do you know what queens and knights and warriors are?” bubbled out his questions whilst sprawled beneath the ivory hound, his dense tail sweeping the arching fronds of grass. “My owner likes them and I do too. The picture box talks about it,” he explained before she answered, tongue poking from sharpened teeth to pant some more.
Karma felt playful energy pump through her veins like the blood that flowed through her body. She felt as though she could run laps around the whole place - like she could leap over even her own owner! She felt happy. Which probably explain her goofy, puppy-ish 'tackle' into the mountain of white fur known as Angelus Mortis. Her pounce brought the two of them into a ball of long, growing limbs and tails - a complete mess.
It...sorta hurt. There was no denying that. But, Karma was used to it. Everyone always encouraged her to roughhouse with her siblings. To keep them down until they were yelping in her ears. She even remembered her owner praising her when she'd grabbed Trigger by the throat...But, Trigger hadn't liked that. In fact, neither of her siblings did when she played with them like that. And so, while her muscles twitched and jaws ached to spring into what was familiar - she...didn't want to. She didn't want to hurt her new...friend?
Capone listened to Aston whilst lighting up a cig, the foul smelling substance immediately hitting the air as he brought it to her lips and inhaled. "Indeed, I hear what you're saying, Mr. Aston." He spoke after a moment of simply staring off in the distance. Frankly, the idea, while interest, the man didn't see them producing the best results. A dog didn't care about stuff like that when it came down to it - it was a dog. The only basic, primal instincts it knew was fear and wanting to survive. All that love bullshit? Utter waste of time. All it took was for Aston to forget to feed his behemoth and he was sure he'd be at his throat. But fear? Fear was something even the mighty wolf understood.
"I hear it. I see it. But, I'm not getting it." He exhaled, a big puff of smoke coming from his lips. "You're telling me that treating a dog with love will get the best results, eh? You know what you'll get from that? A pet. And, Mr. Aston, I don't think you're looking for an overgrown hamster." He let out a soft chuckle. "And what happens if you piss this overgrown hamster off?" He drew a finger across his throat, letting out a deep laugh. "This 'love' stuff you claim...I don't see it working. You gotta show him whose boss. Show him what pain's really like. Show him what it means to be afraid. You'd be better off sticking to the classics, boy."
Hmph, the youth these days. Always trying to fix what wasn't broke.
Oblivious to anything else but the white furred dog in front of her, Karma was having a pretty darn good time chewing away on Angelus' ear. Really - that was what she'd been doing for the past minute, ever since her body pinned him to the ground. Big paws pressing against his face and slightly drooling expression looking content, she stopped only when the hound spoke up. Pulling away from her new chew toy, she rolled away - no longer pinning him down, but, instead looking at him from where she lay on her side, panting slightly.
"Kinzs? Qwins? Knihs?" The dog awkwardly repeated, as though trying the words on her tongue. They sounded familiar - but, she couldn't recall what the heck they were. What was he going on about? Still, they sounded kinda cool - if not a little silly! "I like Qwins, they sound strong!...Is it something to chew on?" She soon asked, tilting her head.
Word Count: Tag: @angelus, Comments: he's adorable!
The densely furred male remained outstretched, mass of tail sweeping aggressively below while the hulking female continued to perch on him. Moisture saturated deep into his cropped ear and he squinted from the weight she pressed upon him. Angelus made no attempt at moving her as her wide set paws smeared his jowls. It felt vulnerable to be in the position and he almost felt the need to move her but he fought the urge, she seemed happy chewing and it didn’t really hurt. As she finally moved away from his words, he grinned widely but perhaps a bit sheepishly as if he shouldn’t have said anything. Her tongue fumbled with the words and laughter and some drool spewed from his black lined lips.
“Yeah, something like that,” he began, “They are strong figures, even cooler and stronger than masters… or so it looks. I think kings are for males, queens are females, and knights are their loyal subjects,” he was getting real into the conversation, azure irises wide with innocent vibrancy. “I… kind wish real life was like that, they seem really cool,” he trailed off, ducking his face away with embarrassment. “Er… Hey! Do you wanna play like them? You can be a queen and I’ll pretend I’m a loyal knight… Just uhh, act like a master and order me around or something,” his face grew warmer and he could feel his heart hammering furiously within the bone cage. “If you wanna…” muttered the male, deciding to lather his tongue atop her toes, thoroughly moistening them and adding his own goofy nibbles. He couldn’t help himself; they looked so chewy and big.
Aston looked on, listening to Mr. Capone’s hardened words and warnings but his smile didn’t drop, that deadly twinkle shining once again. “If Angelus fails me, it’s simple. I’ll get rid of him and perhaps make one of his children my new toy… Doing it the old way,” but Aston didn’t argue that his way would prove better, his hands casually slipping into his pocket and revealing some cigarettes. Tapping a single one from the carton, he swiftly lit it and took a massive inhale of the miasma of cancer. “I’m just testing something out but I can’t deny the results your method has proven,” his dark words added. The younger male had mildly looked up to the renowned crime boss, he hoped his tests bore fruit; perhaps Capone would even be impressed.
“Angel is making a complete full of himself. It’s almost tempting to do your method… That ungrateful mutt is acting like I don’t even exist,” insolent, bratty words tore out with an obvious edge. He was very displeased with Angelus’s behavior, the dog was absolutely bewitched by Karma.
Focusing that dark grey gaze of hers onto the huge mass of thick white fur beneath her, Karma's cropped ears perked up - a sign that she was listening. Admittedly, it was a bit odd to her - this talk about knights and queens. But, it sounded interesting. Stronger than a master? She wanted to be the strongest! So...that meant she must be a queen then, right? At the mere mention of the word 'play' though, the Dogo Argentino mix was more than eager to agree. Angelus was a bit weird - but...in a sorta good way? He was way better than her siblings, after all.
Letting out a playful growl as her too large paws were lightly licked and nibbled, her paws lightly batting at his big snout in an almost cat like manner as her tail thumped a bit harshly against the ground. Finally though, she moved away from the mass of white fur. "Yeah, lets play, lets play!" She agreed with an eager nod before pausing slightly. How did queens even act? If they were strong then maybe...
Karma puffed out her chest, her tail arching dominantly and her head tilting upwards. It felt a bit silly but...this had to be right, right? "Uhm...Uh...Sit! And uhm....roll over!" She soon let out a flurry of 'commanding' barks...which may or may not have been what Mr.Capone's daughter had ordered her to do earlier today. "And keep on rolling until you get dizzy! Your queen commands it!" She couldn't help but drop her 'powerful' tone in favor of letting out a little giggle. This was kinda fun - ordering people around and stuff!
Mr.Capone let out an exhale, watching as smoke swirled into the morning air. "When the seeds of your labor finally grow, let me know then. I'm curious in seeing what fruit they'll bear." Despite his previously judgmental and somewhat harsh tone, it seemed he was interested enough in seeing whether or not Aston's efforts wouldn't be wasted. "I've always follow behind a personal sayin' of mine, and this sticks true for even dogs like these. A smile ah' get you far...but a gun with a smile will get you even further. You get it?" He gave a cruel smile, a small laugh coming from his throat as yet another exhale was given.
"He sure is. You sure he loves you as much as you think?" The older man let out an amused chuckle. "You better hope Karma doesn't steal em' from you." Even Mr.Capone almost seemed to note the flurry of barks that came from his own white colored dog - almost in a commanding like tone. Hopefully she wasn't about to flip out and attack him? That'd make this whole 'meet and greet' naught, and otherwise, a waste of time. And he was a very busy man.
Vivid blue eyes were firmly watching the alabaster mix breed before him; they twinkled with a pleading light. Angelus was mildly uncertain, if she were to reject his foolish request then he wasn’t sure how he would feel. A lingering sensation of longing and anxiousness nagged at the youngster, he knew that he didn’t want her to think badly of him and so as he smeared a tongue experimentally between her toes he waited for her answer. Finally, she replied with a happy approval which sent the massive boy to perk. Heavy body shifted upwards and his tail hammered the ground in as shimmery draping of elongated fur, eyes eager and appreciative. Karma wanted to play with him, his first dog and it was something that meant a lot to him. A mixture of whimpering and howling tore from his throat, a tone meant for excitement but it was oddly placed and bizarre.
The moment she uttered her first command, he sat up almost impressively. Lean body erect and ebony lined eyes fixed ahead with a weird focus, he was displaying his obedience and very intently. Then came her following command and he couldn’t help but to break composure with a dorky smile, tongue lolling towards one side.
“Yes, my queen!” his head ducked along with his mass of fur in a bow, glancing upwards rather cheekily before he flung to his flank. Aggressively he began to flail his hinds, gaining traction and hurling his large body about to roll. Angel repeated this and continued to do so in a very weird display which made him roll in a complete circle around Karma. Shifting to his stomach, the male attempted to stabilize himself only to collapse downwards, gaze unfocused. “Of… Course, my queen,” he struggled out whilst his massive cranium struggled to remain upright, limbs twitching about. Taking an abrupt jump upwards, he merely stumbled over his immense paws and face planted. With dizzy sight he groaned, grass wedged between teeth.
“What next, Queen Karma?” he prompted, eyes attempted to steady themselves upon the slender girl, his lips sprawled wide into a childish smile. His owner loomed in the backdrop, expression dark but polite when regarding his senior. “You’ll be the first I tell,” spoke brisk words, brow tensed whilst observing his hound’s bizarre behavior. “Angelus Mortis loves me… I’m all he has,” urged Aston with a displeased expression but he managed to brush aside his scary aura. “This is all business… I’m glad they appear to be getting along, their pairing will be perfection,” his breathing steadied as he realized Karma might simply be playing but he was very puzzled by his mastiff’s dorky displays. Perhaps Angelus wasn’t ready for socialization; he needed to get something to test his loyalty. He needed to prove to Mr. Capone that the hound would kill anything so, he’ll invite him over once he finds the right dog to adopt.
The odd, loud noise produced by the equally white dog made Karma noticeably flinch. Had she hurt him somehow? For once, slight fear ran through her as her eyes darted abut his longer-furred body in a frantic inspection. She didn't want to hurt him - she didn't want to drive him off like she had done with her siblings. Thankfully, she didn't see the familiar color of red beginning to dye his fur nor smell the familiar sharp scent of welling blood. She nearly let out a breath of relief, her tail instead giving a few loose thumps on the ground. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so scared about hurting someone!
An odd feeling spread throughout her body as Angelus sat attentively in front of her, awaiting her orders. His intense stare - eager to please and posed to do so - was well polished. But to Karma, this feeling of control and command was...odd. No one ever willingly listened to her - she was used to getting her way by drawing blood when it came to other dogs. She could ask them to stop, but they wouldn't...Not until they lie still and unmoving at her paws, at least. The young dog certainly did perk up at her title as well - Queen Karma.
She...liked that sound of that!
In fact, the ivory furred female sat up a little higher, her chest puffing out and nose tilted towards the sky. She felt ridiculous, honestly - like a fat pigeon trying to show off. And she nearly lost her posture as slight giggles began to rack through her body, especially as Angelus actually listened to her. Amazed, the dogo mix watched eagerly as he went round and round and round, and it just kept on going! It took everything in her not to either pounce on him in bout of dizzying rolls or join in with him! 'Queen's are supposed to be composed!' She scolded herself - even if a slight, almost encouraging whimper left her throat.
Eventually, he had stopped and rose towards her once more, pelt definitely dirtied with flattened grass and clinging dirt. At his question, she faltered briefly as she thought. "Uhm...I want you to...er...Find me the prettiest flower here!" She soon barked out. "And don't mess it up! Or...else your queen will be mad! Real mad!" Even if the dog had the potential to be scary at such an age, she sounded more like a goof as she spoke. Even when she bared her teeth ever so slightly, it was mixed with a bunch of giggles, making it seem more doofus like than anything.
"I do hope so, Mr. Aston. I do hope so indeed." Mr. Capone spoke in a low tone as he exhaled a whirl of smoke, one hand in his pocket as he regarded the two hounds. It was odd seeing the usually stoic Karma acting like such a...puppy.
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Comments: Just wait for it Art...just wait for it. also human side kinda short because dogs PLAY NAOW
Finally, the swim of colors began to soften to a solid shape as oceanic eyes fastened atop the wondrous body of Karma. Angelus felt very odd interacting with the female, usually he was along with Aston but Karma felt so different, so genuine. Not that Aston wasn’t… It just felt very different to the heavy mix breed. To the dorky Angelus, this play was perfect and reminded him of the silly shows that displayed atop Aston’s glowing box. The bowing knight and the distinguished queen, Angelus found himself fantasizing about serving someone so willingly even if he loved Aston, he craved a different sensation. Pelt of brilliant alabaster was marred by the faint greenery and dirt but he still tried to sit so regally even if his tongue began to loll from his jaws. All the exertion left him panting ever so slightly; he was working on his stamina lately so it’s to be expected.
Then from her ivory lips breathed another command and Angelus jolted upright in an instant as if the words were hypnotic. She had uttered forth her words and he heeded them with a drop of his heavy physique to the terrain, bowing with a joyous smile.
“Yes, my queen,” he woofed deeply before rising and hauling to his huge and slightly unsteady paws. For his build, he was still working into them but he tried to pretend he wasn’t as wobbly as he felt. Pausing, he offered a single glance towards Karma to analyze her appearance before a hesitant glance towards Aston who seemed very displeased with something. Perhaps he simply wasn’t heeding her order fast enough; Aston was ever the perfectionist, of course. With his elongated limbs he carried himself around the park, squinting towards every floral plant he could glimpse. Prettiest flower? Daring another look towards Karma he gulped ever so slightly, honestly it was hard to find something pretty with her around.
Shaking his huge skull, he purged the thoughts and focused further, glaring towards many prospective flowers but rejecting them. It had to be perfect then he halted, azure eyes drifting to a cluster of flowers of the purest white. They shone like polished pearl and he dropped his jaw from the sheer allure they had, perfect.
Tapered petals with a formation of about five to seven petals, they resembled that of a star and were fragrant. Dipping his skull and with surprising gentleness he knelt towards a single starflower and clipped it towards the stem so the untouched white remained unscathed. Carefully he pranced towards Karma with a fond affection displayed atop his countenance. With the flower delicate pressed within his lips, he brandished it boldly with a faint bow before promptly leaning forward to slide it against her ear.
“A starflower for my queen,” he finally uttered with the flower no longer in his jaws, “A crown fit but… To me you shine brighter than any star or flower, my queen,” surprising charismatic words fluttered from idled eyes, his lips pulled into a smile whilst his tail shook.
Looming within the background as Mr. Capone continued to threaten the purity of the air with his cancer was Aston, expression still unpleasant but he was happy that Angelus glanced towards him. He didn’t forget him, good. Now he was playing with flowers which were odd, he’ll be sure to clean him because he honestly hated what flowers did to his allergies.
“At least they seem pretty friendly together… It makes things easier,” remarked Aston absently. To destine hounds as a breeding pair they needed to be compatible but Aston wasn’t sure about this anymore.
Cropped ears perked upwards as eyes the color of the night sky itself watched as the utterly massive hound bumbled about. For a dog of his size, he moved with a certain sense of grace, or, perhaps nobility and honor? She didn't know much about knights and queens - she only knew of bosses and rulers. But...this seemed nice. It seemed graceful. It seemed like something more than just a lowly crime lord. There was a certain glimmer within those dark eyes of hers, that made the young dog shuffle upwards and hold herself with a certain new elegance.
When her 'knight' returned to her and slid the dazzling ivory flower behind her sharp ears, nothing prevented that slim tail from wagging. "Really? You think so?" Muscles trembled within her slender, growing form, her body wriggling a bit too much as her tail shook some more. Never before had any uttered such words to her. Not her mother, and certainly not her father. Her master, perhaps, but, everyone else simply regarded her with fear or distaste. But...really? Brighter than a star? For some odd reason, that made her...happy. So, very happy.
"Well," she struggled - she'd never been one for words. "You are my..." What did flowers need to be so beautiful? Or stars to shine so bright? "My...sun! Without you, my shine would be dull. You are my knight, my shining sun." Her neck craned forward, wriggling body forcing itself to still as her nose pressed warmly to Angelus in a gesture of sheer fondness.
Her dark stare continued before, with a little smirk, her large paws began to prod and paw at his thicker furred fur. Her snout pressed forward, nosing off the pieces of grass and dirt that clung to his white fur. "You're dirty! I can't have a knight that's dirty!" In all honesty, she'd always been a bit of a 'neat freak' in the weirdest of ways. It didn't help that the young dog was enamored with the sheer fact that both of their fur was stark white...it was such a nice match!
All the while, looking at the bizarre exchange between their two dogs, Mr. Capone merely chuckled. A good match? Surely. Not that it mattered much, in the end, whether they got along or not, it did make things easier. "So, tell me, Mr. Aston. What do you plan on doing with Angelus? Fighting him, maybe?"With another intake of smoke, the dapper man looked over to his companion once more.
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