..Midnight Stroll..;//

[Vilifier..x]

Alphonse

White and grey fur stood out in the darkness as the light of the nearly full moon reached the rather large dog. His fur was long and the breeze was playing with it slightly as well as he walked slowly along the path that went right around the lake in the park. His big paws made no sound as they hit the aged and cracking cement of the path. His icy blue eyes were just staring out at where he was going with a black look, not expression was on his face either. Though even without an expression on his face he still looked fierce.

He was accustomed to being alone by now, there not being any other dogs around except for Undead.. And there was no way he would be visiting his old friend unless it was to kill him. He didn't mind being on his own, it was peaceful and left him calm. He didn't really care that there were no other dogs but he knew that as soon as there was the fun would really begin. Because then the rise to power would begin for both him and Undead he guessed and one of them would have to die. And it sure wasn't going to be him that ended up dead.

There was no sound as the dog walked, the birds were either asleep or in hiding. He created a tense feeling in the air, a feeling of dread as if the whole earth was holding its breath to wait and see what he would do. He sometimes enjoyed a stroll through the park at midnight, he didn't have to worry about anything or anyone and he liked the cool air and the darkness. Though he wasn't a creature of the darkness, no, the day was just as good for him. He did have trouble sleeping though, he just couldn't get to sleep no matter what and when he did manage to actually fall asleep he would just wake up again a few minutes later.

[!! S C R E A M !! †]

!! S C R E A M !!

I roamed through the barren hell hole. my large paws padded silently against the cooling pavement. the suns rays stretched across the atmos, splaying an array of pastel colors. the nights beauty about to take reign of the heavens. my claws sharpened claws clicked with each powerful stride i had taken. my nape arched up to view my surroundings; features twisted into a demonic scowl. golden opts flashed with unmerciful thoughts. a vicious snarl rose in my vocals, rumbling through the emptied alleys, tearing through my broad chest. what victims are around today? who dares to step to me?

Continuing on my endless trek i continued to look around. the same menacing look on my facade. lips only slightly pulled back to reveal only a small portion of my ivory fangs. ashen and fawn brindled belt shone in the fading rays of light. slick pelt rustled as my muscles bulged then contracted with each deadly step taken. my tail, along with my auds, stood erect, waiting for any sign of life in this seemingly empty world. a wind swept past me, blowing an array of scents to my sensitive nose. my lip twitched slightly as the scent of abandoned humans came rushing to me. an even deadlier growl erupted from my dark voice. it rang through the town. echoing off the buildings, sending the small creatures of the forest scampering away. a snort was emitted from me. pathetic. time for business.

I picked up my pace, this time flying swiftly down the road. my bodice maneuvering skillfully around the rusted automobiles. another scent on the wind was a wandering canine, just as myself. its breed the one difference, as well as the gender. it was a male st. Bernard. a sick grin tugged at the corners of my noir lips. fangs now visible to full extent. the wind whistled past me, screaming in my audits. i jumped over a tipped bench, my frame now airborne for a moment in time. i landed with a thud on the opposite side of the obstacle. my knees taking the shock. i did not wait. i had hit the ground running. in that same instant i caught the stronger scent of the bastard. a hellish cackle spread through my vocals but was not radiated too far from me. no, don't give away your position. you're in a good spot, downwind, silent and looking for a fight.

Soon enough i stood in a park. the fading grass turning rougher beneath my pads. dying leaves swirled down around my bodice. i panted a bit, tongue lolling from my powerful jowls. the crisp air inhaled into my nares and mouth. it burned in my nostrils but just drove me from a daze and back to reality. it exhaled just as swiftly as it had come. as soon as i had caught my breath i looked around, golden orbs flashing with wicked intentions. oh the poor puppy had bailed. or so he tried to pretend as he did. his charade did not work. i just laughed sinisterly. then without moving, without turning i spoke openly. my vocals booming out around the terrain. they were malicious and uncaring. sinister to the extreme.

"Come out, come out where ever you are mongrel"

There was a slight rustling to my side but i had not faltered. i just stood there, muscles tensed, ready for the noisy brutes spring. my crown was arched sky wards, proclaiming dominance. i never back down. my powerful legs were bent only slightly, preparing to pounce. there was an intense silence. no movement, no sounds. it seemed all time had stopped for a whole minute. then i heard what i was anticipating. the dog had lunged. from my peripheral vision i had caught the site of the multi toned beast flying toward my physic. his fangs were bared and aiming toward, of course, my throat. i sneered hellishly. without a moments hesitation i ducked down to the hearth, my belly hitting the sod. he flew over me and landed on his feet. i jumped up quickly, just as he turned to me. we were face to face. formidable opponents.

My lips curled up completely, a snarl singing through my clenched fangs. the brute did the same thing. i crouched a bit, ready to spring. i observed him from the corner of my eye but never broke eye contact. he was strong, stronger than i expected. good, more fun. his pelt was thick, mine not so much. but my flesh was thicker then his. scars littered my bodice, showing my fighting history. i snapped my jowls at him and began to circle. he did the same, i observed his motions, looking for an sign of weakness. i noted he had a slight limp in his hind leg. that did it. without warning i pounced, my jowls snapping toward his injured hackle. he didn't expect that move but a move to his throat. i caught him off guard, good. my fangs entrapped his leg as i bit down with all my might. a scream was released from the dog as his bone crunched between my strong jaw. he bite at my hide but did not effect me as much. i tugged angrily, crimson trickling into my mouth as did from my side. from me and from him. as i pulled he fell down to the dirt. i didn't hesitate in my next move.

He tried to get up but failed miserably as i placed my heavy pillars on his chest. i pressed down with more and more force, making him cry out even louder. no i didn't go for the throat. that was much too fast for me to enjoy. my claws dug into his fur, attempting to pierce his flesh. it did not work. my lip twinged in irritation at that fact. radiating from my aura was anger, blood lust as well as excitement and jubilant. why? well because i finally get to make the kill. torture is fun and all but watching that light fade from the victims eye is much more enjoyable. a gust of wind flew past as i lunged my jowls not to his throat but to his under belly. i ripped furiously at his flesh, tearing his stomach apart. i will try not to get too gruesome here. blood splayed across me and the vegetation. the last muffled gurgle came from the passing bastard. i grinned viciously, blood dripping from me. my snarl turned into a laugh as i trotted away from the now deceased dog. my blood dripped down my duo tinted pelt. another scar for my collection. another death to my memories. my thirst for killing satiated for the moment.

A snarl rose in my vocals. the shades of night had fallen across the forested park. the sound of trickling water and rustling buds were all that was heard. the silence grew uneasy, anticipating what would go down tonight. blood covered my rippling, warm brindled flesh. claws dug into the tearth with each feirce stride. muscles buldged with each continous step forth on my trek to destruction. the wind flowed gently in my direction, shoving a whole new a ray of scents toward my sensitive nares. i growled demonically. another bastard was here. but not just any bastard. no he was the "Great" Alphinse. yeah, great my ass. so you're old, so what. so you've been in the war of the decades and were one of the only two survivors. who cares? not me. i guess i could drop by and give his alpha-ship a "Friendly" hello. and by friendly i mean friendly in my terms.

Running through the darkened woodlands i kept on the trail of the scent, fast approaching the perputraitor. i snorted then jumped over a fallen timber. i landed unexpectedly gracefully on its opposite side. my continuously erected audits picking up any slight shift in sound, burning golden opts catching the slightest movement around me. muscular pillars strode forth effortlessly, crisp air burned deep within my lungs. fangs bared as my tongue lolled from my jowls as i sprinted. i was soon at the point of surprise. stopping i silently walked forth. his aging frame came into my view. white, grey, shaggy. a mutt. i'm no purebred but my breeds were noticeable. the fierce and infamously known Presa Canario, or Canary Island Fighting Dog and equally fierce and feared Cane Corso Italiano. Half of me naturally breed to fight, the other half strong enough and willing, no wanting to fight.

I stepped up, blocking his path with my large bodice. golden eyes flashed with death, my aura radiated evil and murderistic deeds. my head did not bow in submission but held it's arched position. if he wanted my submission, my respect he would have to earn it. my large fangs were shining in the dark moon rays. a snarl rumbled within the deep caverns of my vocals. ripping through the night sky. he appeared in a daze when i stepped forth, off in thought. this ought to wake him up. my muscles coiled, ready for his attack. after a moment, my muscles still strung to kill, i spoke. my vocals floating into the night sky. they were drenched with malice and blood lust. nothing any would want to mess with. the devil would cringe at the echo.

"Bastard."

[Vilifier..x]

Alphonse

Sounds were coming to his sensitive ears, but he ignored them, just letting the silence that was there as well surround him in a calm bubble. He did not intend to go anywhere near the sounds, let whoever and whatever it was sort things out amongst themselves for it sounded like some sort of hostile situation and he had no desire to get involved. They had nothing to do with him and so did not need his help. Not that he would help anyway, if they were not strong enough to look after themselves then maybe they did not deserve to live.Only the strong could survive, the strong and the smart. He was both powerful and intelligent, being agile too. He could easily be underestimated though, some thought he was getting to be too old to fight, that because they were much younger they had an advantage over him. But he was no old dog, no, even if his age made him seem old he was not. And the only thing he got from living so many years was experience, he knew the best way to react to any attack, he knew how to judge a dog's actions and know what they would do before they even did.

He'd been in enough fights to know how to win each and every one, the only dog that would equal him in experience would be his rival. Which was why he had no intention of just going after him himself, that would be an idiotic thing to do because they would both end up equally injured no doubt or maybe even both end up dead. Alphonse was not ashamed to admit that such an encounter might even result in his own defeat, for even though he hated that dog to the core of his soul he still knew what he was capable of and had a small amount of respect for him. Though he knew that if either of them became weakened in any way it would be wise if the other did not find out. He was quite sure that neither of the two of them would hesitate to kill the other if a chance to do so arised.

When a dog appeared in front of him he didn't jump or react with any amount of surprise. He had learnt to always expect the unexpected as they said. Expression did change to one of annoyance however at the interruption of his stroll, he did not like it when he got interrupted. It was rude. Lips were slightly raised in a snarl to show his fangs as a low warning growl came from him, nothing aggressive or even remotely hostile, just a warning that he could become one of those two if the need arised. He did not expect anything from the ugly creature in front of him, the word she spoke coming to him clearly. Though he did not take it as an insult, no, he was a bastard. And he'd been called quite a few things that were a lot worse than that. Though he had no intention of reminding himself of those things for it had been quite a while ago and it was irrelevant to the present situation. His fangs were sharp and were bloodstained from all the previous fights that he had been in previously. He was not afraid of a fight no matter who it was with. His icy blue eyes were glaring at her in an annoyed way, watching to see what she would do.

Even though she was large she was not as big as he was, though he wasn't too much bigger than her. And he did not appear as muscled as he was because his long fur hid it well, making it easier for others to underestimate him and think that he was not staying as fit as he should or maybe they would just think that there wasn't much under his thick coat. But there was, his coat appeared longer than it was because of how thick it was. But it was a useful thing, because it was hard to injure him. His coat always got in the way, it acted as a sort of armor. It had helped him out a lot in the past when he had not been so experienced. His icy eyes took in her stature, the amount of muscle she had, his mind calculating the possibly amount of strength she might have. He had no weaknesses that could be used against him, a good thing he supposed. So she was welcome to try and find one if she wanted but she would fail miserably. Not even his age could be used against him. Though he was already finding things to use against her.. He could hear the blood lust in her voice. A big mistake, though he would not give away at all how that could be used against her.

She seemed to overestimate herself as well, holding her head high and not showing him any respect. She could do that if she wanted though it would be quite a big mistake on her part. He would get her to show him respect soon enough. She should not think herself too high and mighty to show him respect, there was a reason that he was able to demand respect and why it should be given to him. Unless of course she was already in alliance with Undead.. Then all she would achieve by coming here and interrupting his stroll would be to end up dead for he had no time to put up with Undead's little plaything's or whatever he wanted to call them. Though why his rival would send a weaker dog after him he did not know, to hopefully injure him and weaken him maybe? That would not happen because Alphonse was not about to let this ugly mutt do anything to him. He was standing still, since he had stopped moving when she blocked his path and since he was not attacking her he was just going to wait and see what she was going to do in order to either hurt him or get him to attack if that was what she wanted.