No soul is to strong to brake, they all fall there.
And if the wolf is lucky enough to walk out, their never the same again.
The facility it self, is massive rivals a military base in looks and size. Surrounded by tall razor weird fense, Guard dogs, watch towers. The wolves in side held a massive investment so they weren’t about to let them escaper easily.
The main tower that stood in the centre had complete control if the hole thing, gates, cameras and all the electric collars ever four legged creacher had on could be operated by the tower.
Ever human that was a master of a wolf or dog wares a bracelet that can also control any collar they wish to use. All in all it’s a shit place to be a wolf in. As for the dogs there, their all guards, help the humans control and look after, (so to speak), the wolves. And they have the time of there lives after there own training, get to have they way with female wolves, turcher the males, kill and rule over creachers that normaly they would never have the chance to rule other wise.
So to you wolves, stay strong hold on to your honour and sanity, I don’t hold you chances high but il at lest say that.
And for you dogs, burn in the 5th cercal of hell”.
In a dark room in the highest security wing in the 5th cercal new comers were about to get welcomed.
In the cell was 5 cages about the size of a human childs room. Four of them empty the other had what appeared to be a corps, its black fur matted and saturated in filth, Small wounds covering the body, some old some new, and a horrible smell of burnt flesh coming from it. Like ever critter in the 5th cercal he wore a collar, made of heavy steel with two lights on it, one amber which was blinking on and off, the other red which wasn’t on, this was the main tool used to control the wolves. It could send lethal currents of electricity throw them, stun them even paralyze its wearer if need be. No wolf entered the 5th cercal with out one on, the new comers would already have one on, something given to them wile they were out cold. In the fair corner of the cell sat a small desk with a computer currently off. In each cage was a small water troff, a water drain in the centre. A small door was set in the back wall of each cage, it was were the loaded and unloaded the poor souls that travailed throw these cells.
To small dull lights flickered on as to humans walk in with rifles over the shoulders. They looked around quickly then one sat at the desk and started up the Pc wile the other opened three of the empty cages and started unlocking the back doors in turn. A moment later a dog walked in looking around, his eyes fell on the corps in the cage, and a curl smile curled his lips. His collar blinked like the one on the corps, but he didn’t even seem to realise it was on him.
The human in the cages finished setting the back doors, relocked the front doors and stood by the main door into the cell, a hand ready over a button.
“Crates in place cargo ready for drop”, came a voice over the humans radio.
He hit the button there was a short blast on a alarm then a loud metallic bang, then both the back doors in three of the cells opened with a high pitch screech.
“This shit is bolks why couldn’t they of waited until morning to do this crap, those wolves could wait in there crates for a night”, said the human who was by the button.
The one who was still taping away at the pc’s keybord just shrugged.
“she wants them in now, and that’s it were the eran boys wile she gets to sleep, look she was grateful enough to send her dog over to watch us”, he joked pointing at the overly large dog who was watching the back doors waiting for the new comers to enter.
“Bitch”, the other human spat.
The dog in the centre of the rooms ears twitched and a warning growl sounded. The human at the pc laughed at the other.
“Don’t piss him off other wise you piss of his mistress”.
“Shut up dick”, the other snarled.
The one by the Pc still laughing turned off the pc and left followed by the other human who shot a glared at the dog who glared right back at him.
The dog was in a high enough position to get away with glaring at humans. And he also was the closet thing to a wolf they would alow on the guard. He was a wolf/dog, half breed. German shepherd cross breed and a big one at that, the body of a wolf, with the shepherds colours and fur. Big enough to deal with a wolf on his own, which in the dog guard was something to bost about as the golden rule for the dogs was to never try to deal with a wolf on your own as they wouldn’t normal stand a chance, they always worked in well trained teams.
The wolf/dog sat waiting patently.
“come on you three, we haven’t got all night”, he said in a mocking curl voice.
His voice was cold, sinister and pitiless.
(as this is a role play in the stile that its in I was going to say, if peeps don’t replie in lets say two days, with out posting why, the next person in the line can replie, keeps the rp moving
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