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"That's the third fish I've seen you take from the pile." From the darkness of one of the tunnels within the cove, the large shepherd approached, her eyes fixated on the dog in a stern glance.
"I'm unsure of how you bunch...'run' things back at home. But, our young, sickly, and elderly eat first. Not greedy, able-bodied dogs." Her words were pointed and sharp. However, they were more scolding than hostile. Even if she had mixed feelings on allowing the ragged bunch to stay here, she didn't want them to feel unwelcome. That didn't mean that she'd let them do whatever they wanted. She fully expected the brutes to respect the Eyes' culture as though it were their own. And sneaking food continuously from the pile so early in the day? That was just asking to be scolded.
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Minerva was, like most of the other Saints, not well pleased with having to live on the beach. She hated it, honestly, but she didn't have a choice in the matter. Her beloved daughter made those kind of calls, and she would support her in them regardless of her own opinions. That didn't mean she had to express delight about it, though. All she could do was hope they wouldn't be there much longer.
In this place, she couldn't easily find another of their gang to go get her food, and so she was forced to do it herself. How demeaning, she thought as she picked something out of the pile. It was then that a voice came from behind her, and made the whole situation even more annoying.
Minerva suppressed an irritated huff, instead turning silently to face the other dog. One of the Eyes, no doubt.
"Well, I suppose I should take that as a compliment that you don't think I'm one of your 'elders'"," she commented with a slight smile. She didn't hear the end of it with the Saints, though they were usually careful not to mouth off too much when she was within hearing distance (and they were aware of that fact). Somehow, she didn't think this woman was attempting to be complimentary.
When the dog turned to face her, it was then that Valkyrie could see, faintly, that this dog was indeed an elder. It was hard to believe, with her form still maintaining some muscle, and the way she carried herself was far from the slow crawl that most older dogs did. She looked...incredibly well for her age, putting it simply. Valkyrie cleared her throat. "Apologies." Her gruff tone was a bit bland, but, it was, mostly, sincere. It was at that moment that the dog did a double take. This female...this female looked near exactly like the boss of the Saints herself. Who...was she?
Staring for a moment before realizing she was, Valkyrie once again cleared her throat. "Are you...Karma's sibling?" Was Karma that old? She didn't look like it though...The vice was sincerely, and utterly, puzzled.
"Minerva Speaks" | Tags: Valkyrie | Notes: She's so pleased
Minerva merely blinked at Valkyrie's apology, taking it as blandly as it had been given. She didn't know where the conversation was going to go from here, honestly. Would this dog risk Karma's ire by chasing one of her members away from the food stores? Possibly. But she had gotten the feeling that these dogs weren't exactly known for their fierce defense of their territory or anything in it. They might have to change that if they wanted to keep from getting attacked later, she thought.
It seemed as though this stranger was more than willing to stare her down, but Minerva wasn't swayed by such things. The calculating gaze of her daughter was more fearsome than this. Besides, Minerva didn't mind being stared at.
Eventually, the question came, and Minerva's ears perked in surprise. Sibling!? Oh, either she was being paid a high compliment or Karma a dire insult. She supposed she wouldn't share that particular comment with the boss. "Actually, she's my daughter," Minerva corrected, her voice full of pride. No, such a legendary beast as Karma hadn't one day appeared on the earth fully formed. She had been carried by a dam just like everyone else. Still, Minerva would always be proud of her daughter's accomplishments and the fact that she had been the one to carry the white devil.
"I am Minerva," she concluded, giving a name to the face and hoping the other dog would do the same, though she didn't anticipate them running into each other again after the Saints left the beach (which she hoped would be soon).
Daughter? Valkyrie couldn't hide her shock even if she tried. To think that...beast of a dog was actually born and not...created or something. It was a rather shocking thought, honestly. But, it, of course, made sense. They looked incredibly similar - of course they were related by mother and daughter. "I see..." Valkyrie cleared her throat, trying to not to be rude. "I am Valkyrie. It's nice to meet you, Minerva." As much as she didn't want the Saints here, being rude to them for little reason other than dislike alone was unlike her. Despite their violent tendencies, as long as Karma kept her aggressive bunch in lie, they caused them no harm aside from a empty food pile each night.
"I don't...see many older dogs in your gang." Valkyrie was careful with her tone. She was prying out of sheer curiosity. It wouldn't surprise her if the troublesome bunch abandoned their elderly for dead. Perhaps she was concerned for the white dog? Then again, if she were Karma's mother, her still being around made sense. Who would dare lay a paw on her? "It must be difficult living in Blood Village, I suppose?" After all, it was one of the few sources of land that remained unclaimed by the three other gang for years on end - and for a good reason. How could anyone live there?
If she were the rude sort, Minerva would have laughed at the shift of expressions that overcame the other woman. It was clear that she'd been thrown for a loop by the admission that she was Karma's mother. Honestly, Minerva wouldn't have been surprised to learn that others thought Karma had sprung from a hell portal or appeared on the earth one dark, rainy, moonlit night.
Because she was a polite sort despite everything that had happened to her and where she currently lived, Minerva nodded politely that it was also nice to meet her. She even smiled at the mention of her seeming to be one of the oldest members of the gang. "Yes, I suppose that's true," she commented. She certainly hadn't run into anyone else on the other side of their prime yet. She supposed she might never. "I still have some kick left to me. I certainly needed it, getting away from the humans."
Valkyrie asked after living in Blood Village, and Minerva once again nodded in agreement. "It is certainly... not what I am used to," she admitted. "Although I had never lived away from humans until recently, and knew nothing other than the small space they had given me. It is quite different, having freedom. I enjoy it quite a bit." It was a lot to take in, of course. Minerva had found that she didn't particularly know what to do with herself at any given time, but she was slowly developing interests for herself beyond attempting to spend time with her daughter. She knew full well that would only get on Karma's nerves, and doing that was a dangerous game indeed.
"You've made quite the life for yourselves on this beach," she commented pleasantly. In truth, she found the sand aggravating and difficult to move around in, the humans too plentiful, and food scarce (not that she would know plentiful prey and scavenging if it was put in front of her), but the beach dogs seemed to enjoy it.
Valkyrie listened to the Saint, a bit more keenly than she had thought. While she often tried not to speak too much to the unruly group due to her sheer disdain for what many of them stood for and the violence they enjoyed, this one didn't seem too bad. And to think, it was that white demon's mother of all things. She wanted to pry more about Minerva herself. Was she a pet? Certainly not. She couldn't imagine the dog, despite how 'well kept' she looked, being your average house hold pet. She decided to drop the question, or, at least store it to see if she could wriggle it in another time. Tactical mind already thinking and bubbling, any information she could find out was always useful. That 'clan' of white demon dogs just wasn't...normal, to say the least.
"Indeed," Valkyrie answered with a nod. "It is our lifeblood, through and through. However, even the sand annoys me sometimes." She gave the slightest chuckle. "Learning to walk on it is more aggravating the larger you are - and the bigger your paws are as well." It'd taken her ages to learn how to properly run and walk without sinking into the grainy material. "If you don't mind water, the tide pools around here are shallow enough to soak in. In the morning time, when the sun soaks on them, they're warm too. Soaking your body in it does wonders for the muscle."
Perhaps she held the slightest respect for the older dog, just out of pure natural 'respect for your seniors' that'd been her mindset since her police dog days. She could only imagine how uncomfortable it must've been, sleeping and laying on an uneven surface with stiff joints. "Do pay heed to the crabs that make their home there. While a wonderful snack if you manage to catch and crack one open, they tricky little foes." She'd learned the hard way, multiple times, with a pinch to the nose or snout, that they were not afraid to attack dogs.
It was intriguing to her that even the beach dogs disliked the sand. She would have thought it wasn't an issue for them, or that they had learned ways to deal with it. She felt somewhat better, knowing that. "It does seem to get everywhere," she commented. It sank under her weight and often shifted unexpectedly, pulling aged joints in directions they weren't supposed to go.
Minerva smiled and nodded gratefully at Valkyrie's advice. "Thank you, I will have to try that." It sounded interesting, and she had never gotten the chance to pamper herself. The humans who owned her had never cared about her level of comfort. As long as she was alive and able to breed they were pleased, it had seemed. It had been all she was good for to them.
"I'd imagine cracking them open is difficult," she commented. She had seen them on occasion running around the beach, and had occasionally seen her owners eating them after a particularly profitable venture, but she had never gotten the opportunity to eat one herself, and couldn't imagine how one would go about it to begin with.
"Would you like to try one, miss?" Tone respectful, Valkyrie offered the Saint a slight tilt of her head. "I'll open it for you as well. However, I may need your help in finding one. Tricky little bastards, they are." Stoic words were filled with an genuine lightness. As much as she hated to admit it, this Saint wasn't...bad. There was no growls nor feeling of contained violence or aggression. No obvious 'playing nice' tactics or falseness. While she still held on to her general distrust of the gang, who would've thought that she found something nice within the mother of that white devil itself.
"If you're not a fan of fish though, you won't like it." She warned, "but, believe me when I say there are far weirder things out there, and delicacies that we eat. Such as....ah, octopus. Very rare, but, not bad at all." As she spoke, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming love for being...well, an Eyes.
Having spent most of her life stuck inside a cage, given whatever her owners bothered to give her, Minerva was always interested in trying new things. Her time left on this world was shorter than she would like, so she had to take what she could get as quickly as she could. Missing out on things at this point could mean never getting to experience them.
"I would like that, thank you," she replied. "These eyes might not work as well as they used to, but they'll suffice for the task." She looked forward not only to trying a crab for the first time, but also to learning how to get into one. Clearly it was a difficult and specialized task, so she wasn't certain she would be able to do it, but it was something she could say she knew how to do.
Octopus? Oh goodness, she wasn't even sure she knew what that was. She'd definitely never eaten one before. Likely another denizen of the sea. "It must be difficult, making a living from the water," she commented. They were obviously used to it, trained from a young age, and yet... She couldn't imagine.
"Perhaps. But, I always say that worn eyes needn't work as hard since they know what to look for." Valkyrie offered the older dog a sincere look and nod of her head. It was still hard to wrap her mind around having a rather decent conversation with a Saint of all things, but, this 'Minerva' was so much more tolerable and sensible than the majority of them. Still, knowing that the older dog would want it, Valkyrie made it a priority in her mind. True to her shepherd heritage, once she was given a task, she couldn't help but want to commit to it. Her large ears twitched, eyes directed at the sandy ground, staring at it rather intently, despite listening still to the white dog.
"It has its ups and its down. When its plentiful, the days are good and full. But, when its scarce, you'll definitely notice it." She nodded slightly, "it has dangers unlike any other. Sharks, humans, drowning, flooding - you name it." She could feel disdain growing in her mouth the more she spoke, but, hid it well. She didn't need an outsider knowing that the vice felt this way about the very thing her gang thrived off of. "I imagine Blood Village has its own hardships. It's been left unclaimed for decades upon decades by our gangs for a reason. I can't imagine there's any real use in living there." Valkyrie was rather blunt in her opinion as she shoo her head.
"Watch for any small, air holes popping up on the ground. Means there's something live underneath." She added in quickly.
"Wise words," Minerva commented, though she suspected in this case it wouldn't be true. She didn't have the first clue what she was looking for. Perhaps she could make do with pretending. That was something she was good at.
She listened intently to Valkyrie's words, nodding slightly at them. At leas until... "Sharks?" she repeated. "You know, it sounds as though it behooves you to stay out of the water, and yet that appears to be where your food comes from. You are quite the interesting gang, it would seem," she commented. She did have to admire their determination. When she'd first come here she had thought they were a rather useless gang, and now she would admit she had been proven wrong. Only to herself, though. She didn't want to be rude to this woman who was going to be nice to her and help her try something new.
"It does have its disadvantages as well," she admitted. "Mostly being forced to live so close to rather... unsavory humans is perhaps the most disadvantageous." The last thing she wanted was to be caught by humans again, when she had gotten to spend so little time away from them.
"Okay," she replied, having to stick her face close to the sand in the hopes of seeing anything. Just how small were these holes, she wondered.
"I bet." Valkyrie retorted with a nod. She couldn't help but pause for a moment, if just to utter out, "is it...true?" She questioned, before saying a bit more directly, "most of you are fighting dogs?" She'd busted a few backyard rings - never anything too big. It was always so...foul. Chained up dogs, dogs in tiny kennels, dogs who looked as though they'd seen better days. A truly disgusting sight. But, those dogs were some of the most fearsome things she'd saw. Some were sweet, true victims of greedy humans. Others though? So warped in aggression and pent up violence, they had no future aside from being put down then and there. Too dangerous to even be saved, it was a sad sight. And it was what made her distrust them so strongly. She'd seen what dogs like that could do. They...couldn't be trusted.
"You as well?" Valkyrie asked in a quieter tone. Had even this far more mellower, far more sane dog been subjected to such a terrible fate?
At first, the older woman wasn't certain what Valkyrie meant. Was what true? Then, she elaborated, and Minerva nodded slightly. "It's true," she confirmed. "My daughter broke free from the ring one day, and took many if not all of the dogs within it with her. There are some who came from other backgrounds, yes, but I believe the majority came from that ring." Or another, she supposed, but the answer was still the same. They had come from a place of darkness and violence, and now here they were. Was it any wonder that they were the way they were?
Some might have been offended or off-put about the personal questions, but Minerva didn't care. She was proud of the fact that she had escaped and saved herself, and she would always be proud of anything her daughter did.
"I didn't come from the ring, no. I belonged to a human gang, and I was bred to make further lines of fighting and guard dogs. Basically, whatever they wanted to use them for," she explained. "Naturally, as I aged I grew less useful, and when I became barren they were going to kill me. But, I escaped, and here I am." The last was said proudly, a smile on her face even as her nose was down, close to the sand. Man, her eyesight really wasn't what it used to be.
"What about you dear? What is your lineage like?" Minerva asked, figuring turnabout was fair play.
Minerva's confirmation made a shudder trail down the king shepherd's spine, unable to keep the reaction away. It was a natural one though, at the thought of what being from such a dangerous and dark place was like. Having to fight for the amusement of humans...It just wasn't right. "I see..." Valkyrie uttered out with a grimace. "That's unfortunate." Even if she felt the way she did about the rambunctious group, she did feel sympathy for them and their situation. It'd make sense that a lot of them had a 'few screws loose'. "Hm...so...despite you all once being at each others throat, you're a gang now? That...works?" She didn't try to hide the genuine shock and confusion in her tone...and perhaps, the grudging respect. She could only imagine how much effort it took to keep them all together and functioning, or the amount of loyalty they must've had to one another to trust dogs they once sought to kill.
Hearing the white dog's own pass was even more shocking. Human gangs? She'd dealt with them far more in her police-esque past. Small ones weren't as tricky to deal with, but the larger ones were downright terrifying. And if they used dogs like Karma and her family in their duties? She could only imagine. The stories of police dogs being stricken down not by bullets, but maimed to death by other dogs began to sound more and more like a reality. It relieved her to hear that Minerva herself hadn't been used in such violent activities. Trying to imagine the dog before her, so mellow and dignified, being coated with blood...It didn't sit right with her. Not one bit.
"I'm glad you escaped." Valkyrie's voice was genuine. "I know human gangs are...vicious." The question soon turned towards her, and she couldn't say she wasn't surprised. It made sense, after all.
"I used to be a police dog. I came from a long line of other King Shepherds used for that line of work." She couldn't help but sit a bit higher, puff out her chest a bit more, even at the anguish that nibbled on the back of her mind. Did her parents even remember her? Would they still be ashamed of her? Of the stain on their lineage? "Things happened though. Police work didn't cut out, neither did being a pet, and so, here I am." She felt a bit bad being so guarded with the details of what happened, but, she was the vice of a gang. She couldn't go spilling every detail of her life out to the mother of another bosses gang.
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