Posted: 02-05-2011 16:56
While Shade slept her deep sleep, making up for hours lost the night before, Dice made his way through the corridors.
He still felt annoyed. While he had nothing to complain about, especially not after the time he had spend with Jolene lately, he was a little worked up. It wasn't the lost chance to rape her that bothered him; it was the fact that he had been SO close to execute his plan, take it to the next level... yet had been called off at the moment supréme. Muscles tense, ears slightly backwards, he growled at anyone who came too close as he made his way to his master's chamber. Dogs hurried aside, most of them lowranked.
Dang it. He had thought about it for such a long time, and he had ALMOST succeeded in such a shórt time.
Dear BLOODHOUND's girl would be HIS. Hé would have her fírst. Hé'd be the one fucking Blood's favoured girl over and over, until he'd be bored with her. And then... he'd condemn her to the breeding cages. He'd make sure she would never become good... that she'd never reach the top.
Because, if she DID, she could be taken out of his reach. And he couldn't have THAT... at least, not now. If he found Bloodhound truly loosing interest in the bitch, thén he would move on, find something else to amuse him. But for now, he'd take away the girl Blood was interested in.... just to get to him.
All he had to do, was break her. Keep her small. Keep her under the constant impression that she was, indeed, worthless. She had to BELIEVE it, loose her spirit. And since he'd be the one training her, it would be rather easy.
For now, his plan was working just fine... and since Blood was pretty occupied with his own fights coming up, he wouldn't even find out until it was done...
That last thought perked him up a little bit; his tongue ran over his front teeth. Just to get to Blood for once... after all this time of being looked down upon, being sneered at. It would be such a terrific feeling.... It would teach that damned freak to mind his own business...
As he arrived at his master's room, he slipped in as silent as possible.
The door creaked slightly; his master, a tall, dark-skinned man with very short black hair, sat on a couch. He was going through some papers with a very serious face as Dice approached silently.
Without even looking up, his master began to speak.
- ''Ah... Dice. Good boy...''
He stretched out a hand, still not looking. Dice licked it, and the hand softly patted his head.
- ''Seems I'll need you around for a bit... We're going to have some company.''
Dice sat down. He knew what his master meant.
Every now and then, a few of the lesser fighters where sold to other masters, to fight in other places. And his master was one of those with that task; selling lesser wolves. Bargening about their price was sometimes dangerous; it was common for the buyers to bring their best fightingdogs to put some pressure on the selling party.
And, of course, that's where Dice came in.
- ''Are you up to the task, boy?'' Finally, his master looked up. Dice barked. He grinned. ''You're right... nobody wants to roll the dice with a gambler...''
Gambler. It was his master's nickname and very suiting. Dice had never heard another name mentioned when people talked about or to his master. Naming his dog ''Dice'' had been a little joke of his.
Other men had thought him to be a fool to pick a mutt like Dice as his personal dog. Most owned purebreds; powerfull dogs like Akita, rottweiler, mastiff, doberman, german shepherd or even purebred boucheron. But there had been a connection between man and dog the day they met. Dice wasn't the biggest or the strongest dog, and whiles many thought of him to be a dumb joke of a dog, even his fellow dogs, Gambler knew what lay inside Dice. He was way more then he seemed... and that was EXACTLY what he liked in the dog.
- ''Let us go.''
The man got up; Dice followed like a shadow. Silent and unnoticed, but deadly if need be.
A grin played around his maw; yet another thought was playing in his head....
He still felt annoyed. While he had nothing to complain about, especially not after the time he had spend with Jolene lately, he was a little worked up. It wasn't the lost chance to rape her that bothered him; it was the fact that he had been SO close to execute his plan, take it to the next level... yet had been called off at the moment supréme. Muscles tense, ears slightly backwards, he growled at anyone who came too close as he made his way to his master's chamber. Dogs hurried aside, most of them lowranked.
Dang it. He had thought about it for such a long time, and he had ALMOST succeeded in such a shórt time.
Dear BLOODHOUND's girl would be HIS. Hé would have her fírst. Hé'd be the one fucking Blood's favoured girl over and over, until he'd be bored with her. And then... he'd condemn her to the breeding cages. He'd make sure she would never become good... that she'd never reach the top.
Because, if she DID, she could be taken out of his reach. And he couldn't have THAT... at least, not now. If he found Bloodhound truly loosing interest in the bitch, thén he would move on, find something else to amuse him. But for now, he'd take away the girl Blood was interested in.... just to get to him.
All he had to do, was break her. Keep her small. Keep her under the constant impression that she was, indeed, worthless. She had to BELIEVE it, loose her spirit. And since he'd be the one training her, it would be rather easy.
For now, his plan was working just fine... and since Blood was pretty occupied with his own fights coming up, he wouldn't even find out until it was done...
That last thought perked him up a little bit; his tongue ran over his front teeth. Just to get to Blood for once... after all this time of being looked down upon, being sneered at. It would be such a terrific feeling.... It would teach that damned freak to mind his own business...
As he arrived at his master's room, he slipped in as silent as possible.
The door creaked slightly; his master, a tall, dark-skinned man with very short black hair, sat on a couch. He was going through some papers with a very serious face as Dice approached silently.
Without even looking up, his master began to speak.
- ''Ah... Dice. Good boy...''
He stretched out a hand, still not looking. Dice licked it, and the hand softly patted his head.
- ''Seems I'll need you around for a bit... We're going to have some company.''
Dice sat down. He knew what his master meant.
Every now and then, a few of the lesser fighters where sold to other masters, to fight in other places. And his master was one of those with that task; selling lesser wolves. Bargening about their price was sometimes dangerous; it was common for the buyers to bring their best fightingdogs to put some pressure on the selling party.
And, of course, that's where Dice came in.
- ''Are you up to the task, boy?'' Finally, his master looked up. Dice barked. He grinned. ''You're right... nobody wants to roll the dice with a gambler...''
Gambler. It was his master's nickname and very suiting. Dice had never heard another name mentioned when people talked about or to his master. Naming his dog ''Dice'' had been a little joke of his.
Other men had thought him to be a fool to pick a mutt like Dice as his personal dog. Most owned purebreds; powerfull dogs like Akita, rottweiler, mastiff, doberman, german shepherd or even purebred boucheron. But there had been a connection between man and dog the day they met. Dice wasn't the biggest or the strongest dog, and whiles many thought of him to be a dumb joke of a dog, even his fellow dogs, Gambler knew what lay inside Dice. He was way more then he seemed... and that was EXACTLY what he liked in the dog.
- ''Let us go.''
The man got up; Dice followed like a shadow. Silent and unnoticed, but deadly if need be.
A grin played around his maw; yet another thought was playing in his head....