._there's always sparks before a STORM_. {tinkue'}

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:h y b r i d:

.don't STOP being CRAZY

.wherever YOU go

.don't STOP being CRAZY

.it's a lie, it's a lie

Ah, the gardens. Flowers dancing in the wind, scents twirling around my nose. I hated it. This place was just too....too peaceful. There was no hatred or violence anywhere! Just Mother Nature playing with me. You suck, Mother Nature.

My paws had carried me here in search of a place I could think. The leaves crackled as my weight crushed them. The sound soothed me somehow. I shivered slightly. Fall was here, making way for winter. The slight wind chilled me, and I lowered my ears. There were no humans around, which was odd. I guess it was too cold for their hairless hides.

My golden optics scanned the pathway, always alert. Even on a day like this, dogs still itched for a fight. I guess I couldn't talk. I always craved a good whipping.

I spotted a shaft of sunlight, and trotted towards it eagerly. I let out a sigh of contentment as it warmed my fur. I lay down, facing the pathways, alert for anything. But the sun was relaxing me, and the bed of flowers I was on cushioned me. Soon, I was in a dreamlike trance, my liquid gold eyes relaxed. My guard was totally down, but I didn't care. I caught a scent on the breeze, but didn't pay it much worry. I just floated into my dream world....

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The chilling and paluted wind blew through the husky's coat as he stood before the city, where he could plainly see through the setting sun the number of civilians who cared nothing about the world they lived in, nor those who also had to live in the world.
It was a sad fact that he, Tinuke', who had lived for three years, avoiding all types of social interaction with others, yet he too, was a dog, and like dogs, they were social creatures. He couldn't help but get an occasional petting from a human child every once in a while, only to be dragged away by their mothers in fear of the stray who was covered in scars and in possession of a devilish guise. Overall, it saddened him, it made him feel hated even more than he already was.

In the end, he was more lonely than he ever was before, however, when in contrast, that too was a lie. He always had his memories, those memories that came in vivid flashes at night, that terrified him for the sins that he had committed, the lives that he took, and the names he was called... The Devil's Child...

However, if one were to look at the pur-bred male, one could plainly see that he was in fact, no son of the devil himself. He was just like every other of his bred, -lightweight for agility, short for mobility, yet stronger than most dogs. It was a standard with his breed, the white coat splattered with gray and black. -A truely beautiful animal to walk the streets, yet terrifying to the many mothers who walked with their children to the nearest fast food market place, or the food market to get a gallon of milk.

Unlike many dogs, he didn't hate humans, for he too, used to be cared for by the very same race. However, verying circumstances had lead to one thing and another, and pretty soon he found hmself on his own.

He walked past a newspaper shack, where a Middle-Eastern native stood behind the counter, a turbin wrapped around his head as he eyed the stray, Tinuke gazing up at him as he glanced at the newspapers and the verious color pictures.

THIRD ANNIVERSORY FOR THE CATASTROPHY AT BELLE' ISLAND

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Tinuke continued to gaze at the photograph with a studying interest, the text on that explained the event in occurance.

Today marks the anniversory of the catagory five hurricane that struck the fishing villiage at Belle' Island, which destroyed over $260million in buildings, harbor equipment, and fisheries. However, what is often troubling is the fact that when Coast Guard was deployed for search and rescue manuevers, they discovered that the villiage's dogs, of whom were left to fend for themselves due to the lack of space at the refugee camp, were discovered to be slaughtered. Local authorities are believing it was done by a sickle, however, within the wooden grip, were said to be teethmarks, young ones at that-

Before he knew it, the paper was gone, and a business man tossed a quarter to the middle-eastern man.
He turned to the dog with a smirk, "Henh... guess you're just going to have to find something else to read, pooch."

Tinuke lowered his ears in frustration, and with that, he walked off, nails clicking against the pavement as he walked along the suburbs of the city, gaining interest in the various smells of the food mart as he stomach rumbled beneath his fur. Hunger... it ws something that every dog had felt in his or her life at one point or another. -That was until he found a lovely looking girl sitting on a bench eating a chilly burger.
His scents were aroused by the smell of the barbaqued beef, and he walked up to her, noting that she was still in school uniform.

The girl looked in his direction, slightly started by his appearance majestic nature, and like all dogs, wagged his tail and drooped his ears, and gave the expression the bespoke of the most ferocious animals that ever existed... -the dog face...

"Awwwww..." the girl seemed captured by his expressions, placing the burger on the bench and reached out to him, she allowed him to be petted, that was, before he sniffed the sandwhich while she was accupied in petting his rough coat, and at that moment when she was distracted, he leaped back, hackles raised, and enclosed his fangs on the sandwhich, before running off through the allies.
"Hey!" she called out in surprise, upset that she had lost her lunch.

He slowed down in the alley, dropping the food he had rightfully stolen and began to devour it immediately, crumbs from the bread falling to the rough pavement as he gorged himself, however, he knew that the sandwhich itself wasn't enough to ease his hunger.
He never liked being a thief, but when hunger panged the stomach, instincts often took over, and when the battle over morals and instincts came to pass, it was usually the impulsive instincts that won.
He curled up in the corner of the alley, where the voices of man continued to plague his ears, errecting them to maintain a state of security as he did so, curling up his tail and laid his nose at the fluff of his tail, and from there, his dreams took over...

He remembers...[/size]

The wind howled through the sea-shore hamlet as armed troops continued to knock on the doors, passing on the executive order of the prime minister, the forced evacuation hurdling through the fishing villiage like the hand of god itself.
The clouds were blackening, and the raging wind could be heard like the roar of a distant beast, one that was laughing at the fate of the men who dared to stay behind, regardless of the National Guard's orders, too stubborn to think... too stubborn to live.

"Just leave the dog!" the child's father screamed from the front seat as he threw in some suitcases as he walked around the van.
"Why?" the child asked as he held the young Siberian Husky in his arms.
"Do as I told you, and just leave the damn dog!" his father screamed as the winds continued to howl forward, sweeping through his clothes.

"I'll be back for you... Tinuke'..."

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They left him... and Tinuke' could do nothing but watch as their van trailed off into the traffic as the evacuation went from code yellow, to code red, and soon, the squeels of tires veered into all out silene.

He was alone...
Afraid...

He had laid asleep in the darkened house, not a soul in sight, the silence had plagued the villiage, and could be heard were the howling dogs that had been left behind to mock the fate of a watery grave, just as he had been. A pup only five months old, who knew nothing of the world and what it had in store for him.
And then, the howling stopped... the lightning flashed through the windows as the wind blew against the trees, branches crashing against the glass windows.
And his ears perked up, eyes opening as his eyes landed against the wall... silence... a death defying silence that seemed to laugh at him. And within his instincts, there screamed a voice for him to run, to flee for his life with as much endurance that his legs could provide, to get to higher ground.
He obeyed his instincts, and stood, breaking into a run as the creaking began to reverberate through the confines of the wooden house, the wall caved in with an explosive crack that sent splinters and furniture forward in a rushing wave as it crashed against the television set, sending it forward and into the water as sparks began to splatter over the flooring, the glass shattering upon impact as the fire began to rage up the wall.
The pup yelped, running up the stairs as he could, the deep blackness of the water gaining behind him as it fuzed with the electricity, jumping on the nearest bed as the water subsided, hiding underneath the blankets, shivering as he made the bed itself, yet another toilet for him.

He remembered walking through the flood damage, the waters sloshing as his paws as he gazed out at the destroyed homes that had either been crushed by the storm surge, or torn to pieces by the winds. It had been labeled as a catagory five when it hit, throwing out a hefty repair bill at the same time, -destroying over two hundred sixty million dollars in homes, and infrastructor.

And then... he met him...

They say, what doesn't kill you, will make you stronger... and that courage was only fear lasting a second more. It wasn't a lie that Tinuke was afraid of everything in his younger years, what puppy wasn't? Everything had been knew to him... but what these dogs had done to him was completely contrary to what others felt... they changed him... they transformed him, they met him in the woods, pointing out his weaknesses all through his body. -All... accept the leader of this group, a black labrador with a shining jet black coat, he was littered with scars, and had a sick fantasy of making others suffer. And he saw something in the pup that made him grow attracted to him in ways that no adult should ever to a child.

"You must whipe this cold and dark memory from your past, in order for you to move on, those who know you have to forget you aswell..."

Tinuke too, was attracted to this dog, he saw him as the father and master he never had, he saw him as the one who loved him, who would care for him in his master's stead, however, instead of loving warmth, and bed-time stories, he gave the pup a farmer's sickle.

"Much of the work has already been done... all you have to do is clean up the mess..." His steller voice whispered to him as the pup looked down at the reflective blade.
"Death his tragic... but life is miserable... in order for you to move on with us, you're going to have to get your hands dirty..."

Tinuke's eyes widdened as the lab nudged the sickle in his direction, the pup taking it in his mouth, the blade glidding along the draft wood with a metalic hiss, elevating the blade in his maw as his fangs dug into the moist wood, gaining the grip he needed.
The leader walked him through the tree line, where his pack seperated to let the pup and him through.
"Finish them, Tinuke'." he ordered, the pup gazing at the assembed dogs as fear had them shackled to the ground.
"Go on... kill them... -prove your loyalty." he ordered.
"And enjoy yourself..."




It was a figure of his dreams, the only one that loved him, the only one that would care for him after what he had done, butchering the bodies of those he had loved, and allowing them to float with the current of the sea to be fed on by the sharks. the taste of blood in his mouth had changed him, the hissing of the blade as it sliced through their fur and flesh, sending blood spurting from their veins as they collapsed to the water with a resounding splash, their blood flowing at his heels as their vision slowly faded from the puppy who had laughed while he took their life, doing everything that his new father had told him to.

Fear the laugh of the child...[/size]

It was a laugh... a scream, a cry -all stired and transformed into a sign of evil, a product of trauma and pain. Nothing could heal him from the sorrow he felt, and his only method of expressing himself, was laughter. Only, that wasn't really laughter.
They had called him the Devil's Child, born from lucifer himself, the dog of war as he sliced through the throats of his victims, bounding to the next, eyes blood shot as he grapsed the dripping sickle in his maw, jerking his head to the right as he bided the strength of the blade, sending drips of blood flying as the dog before him prepared for the final moments of pain, closing his eyes shot as his scream rebounded off of every destroyed building in site, the metalic hiss ending his scream short as his body fell with a slow blur to the water below, his throat sliced clean through as his body bounced with a refulgant boom in the pup's ears, eyes open and gazing upon the pup that continued to laugh, howl like the demon he had become, the demon that the rebel -one named Thunderhawk, had turned him into.

The sickle fell from his open maw as he breathed in the salty air of death, the pup was weak, tired from his activities as the bodies of the massacred dogs lay around him in a line, blood flowing from their artieries.

"Only I will love you... I will raise you, give you love, and teach you the way of the world... you will become a god among dogs, a plague to those who continue to hide beneath the shelter of their human masters, betraying their brothers who continue to live in the wild, as things were meant to be."[/i]

His eyes surged open in an instant, and with a yelp that reverberated around the alley, he gazed up only to see nothing in sight... flashes of a history that he had forgotten... vivid memories of a family that had forgotten him... of a bitter hatred of a pack who loved him, and hated him at the same time. He shivered in the cold, frost blowing from his maw as his eyes continued to scan the darkened alley, noting nothing to be spotted under the exception of a few rats, and various litter.

A god among dogs? -No, that's not at all what he was, despite what the master had told him, he was nothing more than a lonely and frightened dog in the streets who had an acquired talent at giving others a very, -very, bad day.
In the end, he often asked himself the very same question, the hate that he held onto was often believed to come from the torment he had endured, the pain and the suffering, but in the end, he often found himself looking into a reflective surface, and hating the face that he saw. The hate... was it a hatred for all dogs who lived in man's shadow, or was it a hatred for his sins? -Or perhaps, it went deeper than that. Stronger than any hatred could ever go, burrying itself deep into the fibre of his own being, -a deep loath for himself, at who he had become, and how he had came to be this way.
He was a fool, allowing them to molest him the way they did, allowing them to use him as an example for other dogs, however, he was gullable at the same time, believing in the chalent whispers of the master who lead the pack, who had him convinced that he was loved by all, and cherished by all, while at the same time, they beat him to a pulp, scared him from the normal image of dogs. They weren't loving dogs like most were, they had no compassion for one another. In the end, his life was always the same. When he was cold, no one held him and kept him warm... when he was hungry, no one really fed him. When he was awoken from a nightmare or a memory, no one was there to check on him... but even more, when he needed it most, no one was there to love him. -All... but him...

Thunderhawk was his name, a rebel who had taken him in when no one else would, who often protected him from the others when the beatings got too out of hand, who had trained him, and taught him techniques, who had endowed him with knowledge, who had taught him the ways of the world, and the rules of survival. If it weren't for him, he would most likely have died in that villiage along side the starving dogs who were all too frightened to even leave the villiage. However, just like the rest of the pack, Thunderhawk's intentions were false, and instead of raising a son, he raised a killer. -A sinner.

But then again, even killers needed a place in the world, whether it be on the far reaches of the world, or to blend in with the regular population, his thirst for blood was strong, but his will to survive was even stronger. Just like his cries for help, the ones that fell upon deaf ears on the articulation of his lost and burried memories... no one ever asked him what was wrong, or why he was crying at night, or why he hated being alone... no one cared to ask. The streets were an all new ballgame for him, he knew nothing of how to live here, knew nothing of how to survive, often feeding off of sheep, and wild game in the outback, or feeding off of the occasional road kill.

Yet, in the end, he was like every other dog, yet, not at the same time. He didn't like being alone.[/font]

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+H.Y.B.R.I.D+

The sun was lulling me to sleep, and I was letting it. My life was just an alley of violence, a road of torture, a path of blood. Dreams were the only place I could escape the cold reality of this hellhole we call home. Before I knew it, my eyes were drooping...


"Bye Shiloh! Bye Tory!" Heather squealed, picking up my brothers in turn and smothering them. "Bye Haley!" she gasped, picking me up too and petting me. I rolled my eyes and let her struggle with my weight. Then she put me down and petted my mother. "Bye Vicky!" she crooned. "Heather! Get in the car!" the one known as Mike yelled. "OK Daddy!" she called, and ran out without another glance at us. The tires squealed as our family drove out of the driveway, headed to the airport.

As soon as they were gone, Bone and Wolff ran outside the back door. But I stayed in the cool air conditioned house, sittting a couple yards away from Mother. "Moon, are you hungry?" she asked in a sickly sweet voice edged with caution. I just glared at her, laying on that frilly pink bed of hers. "No," I said coldly, and pointedly turned my back on her.

I forced down the slop they called food that night and curled up away from that heap of fur that was my brothers and mother. Sometime in the night, I finally fell asleep. I was awakened when a fire engine zoomed down our street, wailing loudly. "I can't take it anymore!" I howled. My family jumped awake. I glared at my mum, eyes crazed. Then, without thinking, I hurled myself at her, tearing at flesh at random. Bone and Wolff looked on in horror as I tore apart Vicky. "Fight back!" I growled as she yelped out in pain. "N-no," she gasped, eyes rolling back. I let out a howl of fury and broke her leg. Blood licked my paws as it slid across the tile. "Moon! Stop it!" Wolff cried. I left 'mother' mangled and bloody on the ground and tackled him, quickly biting his neck. "M-moo," he choked, and died. Bone cried out for help and ran out the doggie door. Laughing maniacally, I chased him around our backyard. He ran in random directions, zigzagging wildly. But then he made his mistake. He ran right into the invisible barrier that was the electric fence. The current shocked him, and I lunged at the opportunity. I pinned him down and pressed his lungs. I felt his ribs breaking under my weight. "Moon! You're hurting me!" he wailed. "Exactly," I sneered, and slit his throat.

During all this, my electric collar had fallen off. I ran away to freedom, laughing all the while.

I jolted awake, panting. Of course. I could never escape, even in my dreams. My senses became acute as I picked up pawsteps and smelled another dog. I got up and stood in the path, waiting for the dog to come around the bend. When he finally did, I had to compose myself. He was a Husky. Just like Shasta. I walked up to him in a daze. "Hi. W-Who're you?" I asked, my voice gentle for once. I blankly noticed he was beautiful.

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Tinuke turned slowly, lowering his head as his eyes scanned, landing on the female who lay huddled in a bed of flowers... he hadn't even realized that the alley he had retreated to wasn't in fact an alley at all, it was an entrance to a garden.
Bits of frost had accumilated along his bristly coat as his eyes lay down upon her, she too, was a husky like himself, only, she was different, however, there could be seen many resemblances.

He didn't speak, only studied her with burning eyes, scars visible through the ambient light, as he lowered his head in surprise, as if he too was just as frightened as she was.
He glanced over his shoulder, noting the path of retreat, keeping it in mind if he was to suddenly have to use it, and then landed his eyes upon her once more.

Tinuke', himself, was never much of a speaker, but then again, she had spoken to him, and her voice was as distant as a sound of thunder in his ears, it was a majestic note, one that was as alluring as the whimper of sirens in the Norse Mythology.
Yet Tinuke' himself, never had much encounter with his own kind, yet this was something different.
He studied her carefuly, noting that she posed no direct threat against him, or had any intentions that were setting off alarms in his head.
But when she stepped up to him without warning, it set off his own alarms, and he staggered back, tripping over some of the plants that had soaking in the sunlight, feeling his legs being swooped from under him, he fell hard on his back, the sickening crack of plants and plastic bowls as he scrambled back to his paws in a flash of kicking legs and loose fur.

wow... -she was... dazzling.
His eyes once more landed on her as he took a silent step back and held his silence once more, still frightened as to where he was, and who this... angel was.
He took a quick scan at the area, noting that there were no other dogs around other than he, and that they were alone, which setled his scrambled nerves for the time being.
"Tin..." his voice was frightful, and even so, barely above that of a whisper.
"Tinuke'." he finished, taking in numerous breaths as frost blew from his nostrals, his tail slightly wagging from side to side.

The voice, it was young, and steller, like a whisper on a cold night, not one to expect from a killer, yet not one to expect from that of one of compassion. It was merely the voice of a child, yet mature. It held within it a shattered exasperation, and bitter harshness to it, like one trying to speak with a rope clenched around their throat.
He blinked slowly as he felt his own hormones begine to come to life at once, it was her mere pressence that ignited the reaction, and he -NO!

He stepped back, no, he wasn't going to... he had seen it done before, by members of the pack he used to belong to, the one that had raised him; had seen waht they had tried to do when aroused by the pressence of females.

"We're not cowards for doing this, Tinuke', surviving is nothing to be ashamed of..."[/i]

Thunderhawk's voice rang through his head as he eyed the young pup who stared out at horror, water droplets raining down his puppy chin as Thunderhawk, the geat black labrador glanced over his shoulder, landing his deep hate-filled eyes on the pup, the fog sworming around the darkness as the thunder cracked, sending it's white flashes throughout the puddles in the streets, the winds howling through his ears.
Tinuke' had watched as he took in the lesson well and hard, watching with shamed eyes as one of the pack mates wrestled with the female, forcing her to cooperate, until eventually, she gave in, and allowed herself to be mounted, tears in her eyes as she cried out to the pup.

"...Please... help me..." the angelic voice had whispered as a single tear of shame strolled down to the stone tiled pavement as the rain countinued to distort the reflection.

In a flash, he was back to the present, the voices fading from the echoes in his memory as he eyed the husky mix before him, his heart pounding underneath his chest as his lungs surged in and out with air, discrying her with his own eyes, he felt a sudden incriminating incentive to flee, to leave the girl where she stood to collect her thoughts, and yet, there was also a battle between wills, to linger with the female that had drawn out his instincts.

And yet, he too realised, that she too, -was beautiful.[/font]

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I waited patiently as the Husky tried to compose himself. I took a step forward. He panicked and fell down, scrambling to regain his balance. I stifled a laugh, but a crooked smile came out.

My heart fell as he said his name. No, this wasn't my father. A wave of emotions overtook me. First: shock. He wasn't my parent. Second: sadness. My search would last even longer. Third: anger. My hackles rose and eyes flashed. I dug my claws into the ground. Then, with a jolt, I realized I didn't want to hurt him. Some inner voice in me was screaming out "STOP!". And I did. I relaxed, and my eyes became confused.

Before I knew it, I was analyzing him. He had many scars, signaling he had a violent past. For some reason I wanted to comfort him. Strange. Next was his fur. It blended perfectly into hues of gray, white, and some black. And his eyes. They were a dark indigo. But they had a haunted look in them, like he had seen too much for his good. It made me want to howl in fury for whoever had done this to him. And finally, his voice. It was neither hostile or friendly, but hinted at childish maturity. It was the voice of a god.

I grinned at Tinuke. "Ah. I thought you were somebody else. My mistake. I am known as Ha-," I stopped. I had almost said my pet name, Hayley. I swallowed and started over. "I'm Hybrid, Tinuke," I said. Of course, there was always a hint of a growl in my voice, but it was hardly noticeable now. For once, I was trying to make a good impression on a dog. But I could tell Tinuke was....important to me. I couldn't really explain it, but I felt like I would protect this Husky with my life. It was a strange feeling.

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Tinuke', himself, -couldn't help but notice the sudden change in mood as it visibly overwhelmed the female dog before him, reading her sudden innovation in posture, and stance. She was looking for someone, someone who was close to her, -he could smell her persistance, that inner desire to find the one she was looking for, yet as to who it was, he was uncertain.

"You too...?" he suddenly spoke as he landed his eyes upon her.
"Looking for your true self?" he asked her as he raised his eyes to get level with hers. It seemed that for a moment, that he knew more about her than she did, and he most importantly, understood how she felt. -To be searching for so long, to believe you found the one of whom you were searching, only to find out that it was a completely different person. It was a frustration that he had dealt with before, only, his cause was most likely much different than hers.
"I've been trying to find myself for only god know's how long, still haven't found any clues..." he admitted as he lowered to the ground, still holding a sence of caution as he rested his tired and aching paws from the travels.

Yeah, it was a bitter truth, his scars told quite the story, however, he wasn't ashamed of them, in a way, it was case of trial and error, that prepared him for the crooked streets in ways that no other could. And he knew, that with his acquired talents, that he was being searched for as well, hunted like the dog he was to the end of the country. There were stories that many would rather hear, but Tinuke's story was something else, it wasn't just the story of his past that often impelled others to feel pity for him, it was what he was used for.

Thunderhawk himself, wasn't just a rebel at nature, he was merely a crime boss of dogs, and he trained Tinuke to be his protector, his... insurance policy. If Thunderhawk was displeased by one of his customers, he'd remove Tinuke's collar, and in that instant, Tinuke' would unleash a fury like no other, like none had ever seen. -And Thunderhawk himself, would watch and observe as his sickening nature had called for.

And he still wore that collar, never removed from the last time he had it returned to him... he knew that Thunderhawk would be searching for his lost insurance policy against those who would attempt to take him down, that he needed his raised guardian once more. -And Tinuke' was that guardian, and the collar he wore proved it. -Only, it wasn't like any dog collar, it was crafted of red cured leather, with a metal snap-pull lock.
However, he knew distinctfully, that when the collar was removed, that he was a completely different person in nature, that he showed no mercy until the last kill was dealt, or until Thunderhawk had said otherwise. He never lived the life dogs should've lived, he lived in a life filled with violence and law, and as Thunderhawk had convinced him, he was under the law. -Even lower than normal dogs like himself.

However, she was something different, something that sparked a hidden nature within him, yet still frightened him at the same time. He couldn't place it in his head, couldn't determine it from his acquired knowledge, -despite the fact that it was drawing an unknown, yet remotely familure something from the deeps of his nature, to the fibre of his being, it felt it as a thumb of circumstance prodding against him, that yeared for a response, that clammored for more of this... -this... this unkown yet bewildering thing. Maybe it was impulse and reaction, something that strove for him to keep her close to him, that screamed for him to take her along, to never leave her side, or... something else.

He didn't understand it, his mind was filled with different thoughts and actions, his instincts cried for him to just mount her and leave, yet his morals called for him to bond with her, and stay with her.
However, his instincts often spoke louder than his morals, yet -he didn't want to take advantage of her like Thunderhawk's gang had done to many other countless young females of his kind, only to never see them again.

"Who are you looking for?" he asked her softly as he attempted to take his mind off the pounding impusles in his mind.

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This male interested me. He studied me closely, never missing a thing. I almost melted when he spoke again, but kept myself in check. I carefully monitored his movements as he slid down to the ground. Before I knew it, I was lying down too, about three feet away from Tinuke. My eyes softened as he asked who I was looking for. "I'm looking for my father. He-he's a husky just like you," I said, letting just a little sadness seep into my voice. "He mated with my mother Vicky, a German Shepherd, and then he left. I really want to find him so I can give him some hell," I growled.

My ears pricked and eyes widened as I head the whizz, whizz of bicycle wheels. There was a man zooming around the corner, not even showing signs of stopping. And he was heading straight towards Tinuke.

Without even thinking, I ran up to the male and shoved him aside. I then barked at the man as loud as I could. Surprised, he swerved off the path and crashed into a decorative pillar. I heard a weak "Ow" followed by a string of cursing. I started laughing then, so hard that catching my breath was practically impossible. I stumbled over to Tinuke. "Have -giggle- you -gasp- ever seen -laugh hardly- anything so funny?" I gasped, practically rolling over. I had never laughed so hard in my life. Sure it hurt my lungs, but it felt good to loosen up. The man left with a parting curse that should be banned. I finally caught my breath. "God, the look on his face was priceless!" I barked, tail wagging madly. I then realized that I was inches from his face. I backed up, still shaking from my episode. "S-sorry. Lost my cool there," I said, tail still wagging.

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Tinuke listened to her words carefully, a father? -One that had intercourse with her mother, and then disappeared to never be seen again. Of course, then again, what else was there? -Male dogs had nothing to do with parenting, their job was over once the seed was planted, leaving the flower to bloom on it's own. He swallowed hard as he heard the rumbling whine of the motor bikes wheels, glancing over his shoulder as the shadows began to shift, and the wind brought with it a chilling fear.
Before he knew it, wheels came barreling around the corner as it straightened out, and Tinuke saw movement from his left. And that's when everything procured around him, he felt himself move regardless of his will, and without effort, he landed on his back once more, only to hear the squeel of tires and a ripping crash as the piller was smashed into fine powder, the bike squeeling on it's side as sparks rained from it's metal parts.
Tinuke' searched frantically around the garden, landing his eyes on Hybrid with relief that she was alright, scrambling back to his feet as he heard the driver's harsh language rip from his vocals, Tinuke' approached the bike and give it several sniffs before he shooed him away, and then recovered his bike, cursing out a storm as he retreated back the way he came.
Tinuke' looked confused, being new to the streets, -this strange new world where man ruled, where his machines and vehicles played the role of an all new ballgame to him.
And then, he heard her laugh, it reminded him of someone... a young husky who clenched the sickle in his maw, laughing, -howling like a demon as he sliced through the line of dogs without hesitation, doing exactly as the black labradore had told him, without empathy, or fear, bathing in their blood as he laughed, walking before their graves as they took in their final breaths, the flood waters churning under his paws. -And then, he remembered... the little child that held the sickle... it was him.

His eyes widdened with what felt like a painful flash through his mind, and he took several steps back in fear, he felt his bladder release as he retreated, tail stiff, legs like iron -yet weak at the same time.

"You will become a god among dogs..."

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The voice rang through his head as he glanced over his shoulder, the wind howling as the garden seemed to darken with cloud cover, gazing up at the glass shield, he saw the sun covered in dark swarming clouds as the winds surged through him, ripping through his fur as the ground he touched suddenly felt cold, frost blowing from his maw as he shook in fear, scrambling to a nearby corner as his hair rippled through his nerves... and then, he saw fire... the numerous water puddles that had been the remnants of the sprinklers had faded from their reflective gray, to a deep blood red, flames rolling overhead as he landed his eyes upon the figure of his dreams.

"Never thought for a moment, that I'd ever forget you, did you? -Devil's Child?

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The lightning scorched the heavens in a trailblaze of fury, and the wind rushed through him once more, and before he knew it, he heard the laughter once more, tearing away at his soul, the resounding screams ripping through his ears as the vision procured, the cires in the night that had gone unanswered, that had landed upon deaf ears in a realm that had been abandoned.

Of course, none of it was real, but it felt so real... it was all in his head, everything, he cried, tears welding in his eyes as he tried to speak, but felt the tightness in his throat squeeze his words right out of him, his courage immediately drained for good.

"Why!?" he gasped as he attempted to retreat, his eyes shaking as he opened them once more, only to see the black lab of his vision approaching him.
"Why!?!" he shouted even louder, his breath could be heard through the words.
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!?" he hollered, his voice ripping through the garden and alley as birds took off into flight.

"...Every figure needs it's icon to control the people... whether it be the stars and strips... or the hammer and sickle..."

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Seriously, what the hell was wrong with this dog? Just staring at me, backing up, looking around crazily. I hesitantly took a step forward. That's when I realized his eyes weren't in the right place. They were distant and haunted.

I watched in helplessness as he scrambled around. I then heard his voice again, only this time it was barely a whisper. It grew louder, and I made out his angel voice saying 'Why'. "Tinuke?" I barked, clearly worried. He then yelled out that dreaded statement.

I knew he wasn't in his right mind, but it still hurt me. "TINUKE! SNAP OUT OF IT NOW!" I howled. I tackled him and started frantically licking his face. "Tinuke...Tinuke," I started pleading/crying. "Snap out of it," I whined, licking his face all the while.

(aw....Hybrid's all freaked out. tis okay, my love -petpet-)

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Thunderhawk stood before him with a grin, a sickle in his maw as it reflected the light, the wind splitting around the metal as the screams grew louder, the flames raging in a fury as they danced all around him.

Tinuke'!?

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He heard his name being called, and when Thunderhawk grinned before him, he arched back his neck, the shades of light gliding along the stainless steel blade as it swept through the air, and with a resounding hiss, -he squeezed his eyes shut just in time for the blow to be dealt, only, there was no pain.. only... a softness of a tongue.

He opened his eyes, and as they adjusted to the light, he noticed that nothing had changed, there was no blood, no fire, no storm clouds billowing above... the screams, they too had vanished, and before he knew it, he spotted Hybrid on top of him, licking his face soothingly, his cheek damp with her saliva.
He continued to shake, a sense of composure relaxing the dog as the scent of urin overwhelmed his nazzels, closing his eyes once more, he allowed a single tear to fall, which felt like the weight of bricks off his shoulder, swallowing what felt like a baseball going down his throat.
He scanned the area wearily, as if there stood in his eyes the pressence of the one he feared more than anything, the dog that had allowed him to transform into what he was, yet loved him all the same, like tha manner of a father, only, he wasn't his father. And he was no where to be seen, only himself, and... her.
"I'm..." he hesitated in his speach, and it was calmer than before, a frightened child that had wet his bed from a nightmare, who had seen a ghost.
"I'm sorry." it came out as a mere whisper that strained his vocals, a single tear that came from many making it's way from his eyes and down the side of his cheek as he tucked his ears back, eyeing her affectionatly.
And with that, he too, returned her kiss with several, as if he had found the thing in which he saught for too long, that had relieved the pain in his heart as he trembled in fear and anxiety.
No, he wasn't a nutcase, or mentally ill, he was very much normal, just... traumatized. The scars itself, were more than enough to tell the story, of what Thunderhawk's gang had done to him, that had assisted in his transformation from a pup, to a savage killer. That had given birth to the true Devil's Child.

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I almost laughed in relief when Tinuke came to. But then he said 'I'm sorry?'. "Whoa hold up!" I said, backing up and eyeing him. "You're sorry? I'm the one who should be apologizing! I did something. Tell me, so I won't do it again," I said, blabbing on. I looked into his gourgeous face and stopped. "What did I do?" I implied, walking up to him. My eyes were pleading. I whined softly, afraid to approach him again.

OOC=srry its so short. im muselesss today

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Tinuke' eyed her affectionately, and gave a sheepish grin that stretched the corners of his mouth, and with a light exhaile, he baffled at her inquirie.
"It was nothing you did..." he lied as he used his forepaw to scratch the back of his ear.
"It was... what I did... a long time ago." he said as he pushed her guilt to the side.
"Just... don't laugh at other's pains..." he whispered to her as he continued to lay against the corner on his back.
"There's... no need to be afraid." he promised her as he spoke softly and assuringly to her. He leaned forward, curling his back in reverse as he stood once more, shaking out his damp coat, and smiled in her direction.

It was then that he turned tail to the path that he had used to enter the garden, where numerous shadows could be seen passing by at the corner where the light poured in on the pavement, giving life to the many shades that had consumed the city.
Starting to walk off, he paused, his nails clicking against the pavement as they settled in with the hard surface, glancing over his shoulder, he smiled at Hybrid, his newly found partner, and flexed his ears a bit to ward off an hovering masquito.
"You coming?" he asked her as he waited for her response, the hunger in his stomach yearning for more food as he envisioned the market place he had visited earlier, only, for once, he'd have to steal more food, one to feed himself, and two, for the stomach that dwelled within Hybrid as well.
For once, he felt needed, being a male, his internal pecking order that she was his responsibility, his to care for, and feed. His to love, and to cherish; his to protect and to defend, however, he knew deeply, that such things weren't to last, that someone was looking for him, someone who both loved and hated him at the same time. Him...

What would happen to her if he ever did run into one of Raven's collegues? What would they think if they found out that their body guard found someone to spend the rest of his life with? -That had found... what was that thing called? -Love?

In a way, he saw it more as dependence, he needed her just as much as she needed him. In a much larger sence, they were dependent upon one another, relying on eachother for support. He had filled a void in his being that had long been empty, that had yearned to be filled for years. He had made many friends, but none of them were of what he sought, he wanted something everlasting, something that dug itself deeper than just friendship. He wanted something that most dogs didn't have, and that was a life-long partner, not just the occasional female that happened to be in their path. Though his instincts told him to mount her and leave, for once, his morals defeated those male instincts, they overwhelmed them in a crushing defeat. It was a battle of desire. And thus, he found the thing in which he saught, he found the one person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, no matter how long, or how short it would be.

In short, he had concluded that this went deeper than just friendship... it was love at first site, like two star cross'd lovers decipled from Shakespear's famous, Romeo & Juliet. However, here, there were no contradicting families to get in the way of things, it was just her, and himself. No one to interfer, no one to get in the way. He desired nothing more than to be closer to her than anyone ever was, to give her the company that she too, had long been desiring. He could see it in her eyes, the loneliness that dwelled there, it too, was filled by his pressence. And once more, it was yet another manifestation of being that he had learned, that had marked its path through the fibre of his being, pressing at him like the thumb of circumstance in this all new world that had vouchafed him. That had taught him so many lessons, both big -and small. All of which had played the role as the one thing that had been dropped in the store room of knowledge. The same of which many past experiences and lessons had been stored upon their debut, and now, this thing that he felt in her company had it's own little area all to its self.

And as he stood there, despite what many would think having known him and his title, it was almost unbelievable, almost as if it came straight from a work of fiction. How could the Devil's Child, one who had killed so many, who had laughed while those he knew were dying before him, their blood on his hands, fall in love at first site without sparking yet another subsequent incident? -And if her father, by some freak accident ever found out, and he knew who Tinuke' was, than somewhere he knew that he was already in trouble. But that was besides the point, and now, he was with the one he saught.


(I'm beginning to see some interesting plot things coming up with Hybrid's pop... hehe)

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I hesitated as he quietly explained his reason for his 'attack'. "Um...uh..," I stammered. Not laugh at people's pain? That would be hard, but I would do anything for him. I carefully measured his movements, then shrugged it off. When he asked if I would come, I nodded and trotted up to him, pressing my pelt against his flank. I would go anywhere he went.

I let him lead me to the market. The smells of the food wafted in the air, and my nose twitched. My stomach growled involuntary, and I lowered my ears in embarrassment. I looked up at Tinuke and licked his face. "Hungry much?" I asked.

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Tinuke' gave a sheepish grin as he glance partly in her direction, it was all he needed to answer her question as he padded his way down to the food court, making his way around the bend and into a crowded campus that was filled with road-side booths and resautrants.
"Pay dirt." he said outloud as he scanned the scene with his liquid eyes, thinking of all the possibilities, noting several burger shacks, taco stands, ghiros sandwitch stands, and of course -his favorite, Chinese food.
He blended in with the crowd as he moved in for a closer look, taking a personal tour as he walked alongside Hybrid, the scents overwhelming to his nose as he panted his delight, and as he already predicted, took a stop at the Chinese food booth, glancing at Hybrid with a look of mischief, and with ears that perked out of excitement, he watched as the owner stepped away, entering his storage trailer, leaving the food behind unguarded.
Now was his chance...
Tinuke' walked up to the trailer, and through the shadows, he could make out the Asian man grabbing pichers of oil and Lo Mein, and without even giving the slightest hint of his actions, Tinuke' used his paw nudge the door shut, the man turning around as his dark trailer suddenly became even darker, turning around in surprise.
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"LET ME OUT OF HERE!"[/SIZE] there was an occasional thump as he pounded on the door, in fear of having his register robbed, but instead, Tinuke' glanced at Hybrid, a sheepish grin stretching across his face as his eyes widdened with bewilderment.
"Dinner's on me." he said a she glanced at the booth, hopping aboard and immediately began to devour the egg roles and General Tou's Chicken before him, being sure to save some for Hybrid aswell.

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I watched in amusement as Tinuke locked the store owner in the truck. "Nice," I laughed, and dug in to some Kung Pow Chicken. I licked my chops and wagged my tail. "Very good, Chef Tinuke," I said.

I yawned and stretched. "So...should we let him out?" I asked, motioning over to the truck. It was quiet except for the occiasonal weak thump and faint yells.