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Subliminal, once a notorious and well respected brute, now forced to maunder through the slums, or what was left of a wealthy society.

His chasms strayed toward the lifeless foiliage as a restless grumble persisted with-in his abdominal. Gah.. So much for the lively land i've heard so much about back home. He snorted solemnly, hunger being a key factor in the rash personality he had just adopted.

Pedestals trembled as his muscular build prooved harder to keep from the dead-like lithosphere. A few scavengers forced his auditives erect, and proboscis rise as his impaired vision narrowed onto an cadavarous ungulate that seem to be the source of the commotion. Food.., one word that seem to dominantly occupy his thoughts and force a jolt of reserved energy to surface, resulting in a spontaneous dash toward the corpse, sending the flock of Crows to flee.

Visionaries settled on what was left of the kill. A few scraps of meat that he'd normally deem as a waste of time, but now a glorious gift from above.

Puppishly, he'd abrade the sparse amount of meat off with his fore ligaments and consume what was left. Unsatisfied and still cratling the sensation of hunger, he'd malisciously snap off the ungulates humerus and force it open to lap up the secondary source of nutrition; Marrow.

Taking as much as he can from the ungulate, he'd persist to maunder in search of a safe encloser to rest, faciley 'prancing' through a sorry excuse of a forrestrial realm.

Black eyes peered down at the larger brute as he eat. It had been days, or weeks now sense she last fed. Her stomach grumbled but she ignored it as always. The male did not seem satisfied with his meal and energy to hunt was getting low in her. An alliance would make things easier. An alliance with a wolf of his size could be deadly though. Scarlett had learned to live without true food and it made her a lesser hunter.

Her form landed lightly on the ground as she moved off the flimsy tree branches. Lower her massive skull to the ground in a friendly greeting, her eye glued to the larger wolf.

The caligineously pigmented hessian retained the subtle snarl, back-stepping a tad not fancying the surprise greet.

Still baring the temporary famine, his occuli preyed on the fae as if she were hare, contemplating between cannibalism or sanity. Seeing her take an inferior/friendly stance abreviated his aggressive disposition.

As a subtle simper overcame his estuary, his labrums parted, "And who might you be?" his vocals rang in a baritone fashion, words slipping out slickly as if he'd expected a confrontation.

Cautious eyes fallowed his movement. Feeling his tension made her move back a step. It caused her to tense for a fight she didn't want. Her words as dry and scratchy as her mouth "My name is Scarlett, I do not wish to fight you," she lowered her head a little "you would be victor at this time." Admitting she would lose bothered the female terribly. Raising herself to a proper pose she allowed herself to speak again, "there is little prey here, why would you wandered to this dead place?"

Tired and thirsty she sented the air for a water source and instead cought wiff of three, no, four other wolves. She grunted at the smells and shook her fur. Without waiting for the male to respond she turned with a gliding step. There are to many here, I can barely catch a mouse let a lone try to defend myself against all of them. That made her stop, to look back at the strong male. Maw turned into a sly smile. "Why don't we stick together? Maybe we can find a real meal." Mind black with dark images of betraying wolves and being able to finally feed. This wolf would be a good ally for such a task.

Frostridge was dreaming again, a strange dream that flit between memory and- She could feel her motionless body being carried, solid muscle rolling beneath her limp form. Her whole body ached and-

She was in the lab, the cell bars seperating her from the rest of the room- A familiar human scent, a white lab coat, tousled brown hair tied back neatly- "Jane!" she called in her mind, her collar sputtering the name with its cool mechanical voice. But the woman remained motionless, her back turned.

The woman began to slowly walk away and the room suddenly shifted to a long metal corridor, the other end bathed in darkness. Some strange fear entered into her and she called out more desperately, pawing at the steel cage imprisoning her. "Jane, please-" the woman stopped. "Come back." her begging lost in the emotionless female voice of the silver collar around her neck-

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Frostridge's collar sputtered to life, emitting a odd crackle, and causing the wolf carrying her to nearly drop her to the ground. Then a staticy, robotic voice, faint but defineable whispered. "-ome b-ack."

This time Kuro really did drop the unconcious wolf with a snarl of suspicion.

She did not stir, only whimpering as if trapped in a nightmare-

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The earth shook, breaking Frostridge's cage to pieces and she surged forward, but the distance of the corridor seemed to stretch between her and her human- " Jane, stop!" the voice too calm, too mockingly emotionless.

The corridor suddenly burst into flames, seperating them and Frostridge skidded to a halt, horrified. Slowly Human Jane turned, and she could see she was smiling, a sad smile as the tears fell down her face, as the flickering flames enveloped her-

"NOOOOO!" she was howling, screaming, and this time, it was her voice, her real voice, not the mocking impersonation of a machine's as she watched the fire swallow up the first friend she had ever had-

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The collar gave a loud screech and a stream of words that made no sense, startling the curious wolves. The white-wolf writhed and thrashed against the ground weakly, in agony, her eyes wide and unseeing as her claws raked the earth, mindless of her wounds.

Scarlett's head snapped up at a strange sound. Knowing it was human angered her. Narrowing her eyes and listing hard her ears scanned the area "Ome..Back" The words came clear. Human language.

"What shall I call you friend?" She asked him kindly. Eyes stuck in the direction of the sounds. Human hatred was deep within her soul. If there was one near it would be dead soon.

Her head moved to nod to his name, she would attempt to remember it. Hearing him ask that question pulled a shallow grumbling growl from her throat. Still looking in the scents direction, teeth bare as the rumbling slowed. "No," she said with a cold edge, "it's a human. Humans have no place here." She lowered herself into a stalking pose as she moved toward the sound. "Plus, we would have food," she said with a slit grin. It was an unneeded statement, but maybe the possibility of food would keep his interest in her mission. Scarlett had a full intention of stalking and filling her belly with this creature.