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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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