don't even know who your talking to [Klaus]

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Nothing thus far had impressed the male, compelled him to stay in one place for any period of time; besides when he was at the beach. Truthfully he was slowly growing bored of this new place then again that wasn't saying much for Vladimir - for him to have actual periods of interest would be strange - with a casual roll of his shoulders followed with the grumble of his stomach it would seem that breakfast was in order for the man. Yet on what delicate species would he decide to attempt or possibly take down this hot summer day. Letting those amber eyes scan upwards towards the heated sun with a growing hatred. It was during this time he enjoyed his short coat for the breeze could dissolve his rising body temperature that was if there ever was to be a breeze found. Regardless there was too much to see too much to invest into for him to be kept captive in the confines of his slightly cooler den.

Each step leading him away from where he had been his eyes casually looked skyward for Red whom had taken to following the man around. Though they had a mutual agreement, the bird wasn't to be up Vladimir's ass the whole time unless he wanted to meet the Gods a little earlier than planned. Relieved that the nuisance of a creature had seemed to be heading to the warning given from the man Vladimir allowed his muscles to relax in the slightest. Yet he still bore that same dull looking depression the one he wore so well not allowing another thing to cross his entire being. He knew not where his legs would be taking him search of this mid-day's feast whatever it happened to be, no he just mindlessly wondered about, caring not what happened in these very moments of the sun's peak of day. Rather more concentrated on other thoughts swirling around his complex mind unknown to the world.

His companions in his head taunting him to allow one of them to be in control for a change, perhaps he would eventually but right now he was hungry and wasn't going to allow them to screw up any chance he had to find delicious furry animals, from a variety of squirrels to abandon rabbits.

Don't be such a bore, why are we thinking about food when we should be pursuing a female for personal pleasure? That's the best way to ease the nerves you know, but you wouldn't your too delicate like a flower. A voice spat viciously at him and he didn't snap back, he didn't have time to fool with Erick. The monster was always fiending for sex and he was a constant bother, perhaps if he let him have his fill after he ceased his hunger the sex addict would hush his constantly running mouth.

His eyes capture that of a white rabbit nibbling lazily on the lush greens hoping by chance it would be left in peace since the days wake, yet for this unlucky creature it would be time for its death this noon; amber eyes locked as he made not a sound only the nearly silent movement of his paws gliding him forward. Yet no matter how quiet one was when they moved rabbits did have such perfect hearing it almost seemed useless to even attempt being silent. With greens still hanging from his mouth he bounced up heart pounding just as hard and as fast as his feet hitting the ground. Vladimir was quick on his tail using his paws he swiped out much like he had seen a mountain lion do in the past. Though it was to no avail, without having those catlike claws this would do him no good.

In a scramble to regain his composer before taking off after the rabbit once more, it was by pure luck that he capture the poor creature off balance, Vladimir wasn't aware that by this point he as at the center of the forest, no his focus was on the rabbit's neck locked between his jaws. The blood that trickled down his throat and seeped through the side of his muzzle staining his lips and chest with a quick snap it was all over in this very moment he took the time to surveillance where he had ended up sides heaving in and out while he kept the rabbit tightly held. The feeling of the creature becoming lifeless. His tongue pressed tightly against the neck until the last small 'thump' could be felt.

As the satisfied grin crept along his features the meek sound of a voice captured his attention. The words so sorrow it seemed caused his stomach to churn oh joy here would come someone else with their problems,"Yes just scream to the heavens about our problems why we don't" he scoffed loudly enough for the bird to hear.

Just as he settled down to munch on the prey he so luckily captured a voice spoke in his head once more this time with a deeper tone. Enjoying the kill yes? We could have much more of that if I had the reigns of control. It was ruthless Ares and Vladimir took the energy to push him back into place without so much as a reply. He wouldn't let him out again, not after what happened last time.

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Muse: High
Notes: Sorry for rambling

[fizzeh]

He had not been slumbering, nor had he been roaming the forest, in fact, he was simply laying there at the mouth of his cave listening to the creatures chitchat amongst each other. While usually he would have been out recruiting or simply wandering and exploring his new domain, today he was letting his mind take a break. He was tired of constantly thinking, left, right, right, right, left. The tunnel system he called his home was both unique and frustrating all at once, he held a love hate relationship with his home.

However, his idle gaze was disturbed by a lull in the chitchat that consumed the forest. Such lull in activity was usually caused by danger and as the silence thickened his head lifted curiously, what could be more dangerous than him? Yawning, he shook his head to clear his disoriented mind. It was then that he heard the approaching paws, a small animal and a larger one. Still, Klaus was more than at ease at the mouth of his cave, no one would be able to see him, the hole was barely larger than himself and shrouded with shrubs and bushes, he was safe from sight- not that he couldn’t handle whatever was headed his way.

The rabbit came first, dashing through the grassy terrain at a breakneck pace and right on its heels was a bulky canine. The sight of such a stout and worthy canine triggered something in Klaus in the fur along his spine stiffened. Obviously this male chasing the rabbit was not a threat, he was merely hungry, but he did not like the idea of others hunting within his domain- even if his domain ended shortly after exiting the cavern. It was too close for comfort. Quietly, he rose to his feet, his body immediately lurching forward as he made the small leap downward, his little cavern was raised slightly on a rocky little slope, making it even less visual to the normal canine.

Landing solidly he followed leisurely after the dog, he wouldn’t get too far, either he would catch his meal or he would give up. No one was so foolish to waste too much energy on a measly rabbit- unless of course he was a house pet. It would seem there were a lot of those running off into the woods lately, one of which he was particularly interested in. What was her name? Asami. That was it. Yes, he particularly enjoyed her company, although it wasn’t because she could hold a conversation with him, her company would prove to be far more physical than that- she just didn’t know it yet.

As the stranger ahead of him shouted, clearly angry over something, he smirked. He must have missed the rabbit. His stride quickened and it wasn’t long before the dogo argentino came into his sight, hare between his paws. Frowning slightly, he shrugged it off with a roll of his muscular shoulders as he continued forward. “I’d love to, but you already have.” His tones were deep, mocking. Oh yes, the brindle mastiff was laughing at the white male. Who talked to birds that were not outright insane? He could think of none. “I see you caught your rabbit finally.” He noted, glancing down at the measly picked at lunch. He was tempted to challenge the male, to simply demand that his hard earned meal be handed over without struggle, but opting for a more entertaining meeting, he remained quiet in his predatory-esque approach. Perhaps he would demand it when they parted ways.

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Vladimir stifled a well developing growl in his throat as the canine came into view; he had heard the paw steps following after him only moment after he had caught his prey. Which was exactly why the great white beast took no time into biting his meal hungrily, he didn't have to guess to know the presence of the canine was going to be male. A bitch wouldn't approach all so fast and at ease, his eyes glanced up momentarily at the male before wrapping his jaws around the remains of his hare and clamping them down so he could chew the fresh exposed flesh. His hind legs flexed still caught up in their tension. His body hadn't relaxed yet and his little demons had hushed waiting for how the male would approach him. First impressions mattered the most, did they not? And if the male offered a challenge Vladimir wasn't one to back down, he never had been.

When the male voice rolled off his tongue in a mocking manner. Vladimir wanted to chuckle at the male, was this supposed to be an impressive way to provoke him? Vladimir wasn't emotionally driven therefore his logical nature didn't allow him to anger as easily as one would hope, for example this over grown mutt standing before him. The aureate flames in his head rose like the sun to meet the eyes of the canine before him as he commented on his rabbit, or well the remains of fur left behind. This character seemed to enjoy stating the obvious and wielding a sarcastic quick tongue seemed to please him. It only made the bulk of snow smirk in amusement. Swiping his salmon colored tongue around his muzzle the male drew his fore legs closer to his as his body rose so he was sitting on his large hind legs.

""How amusing. What exactly brought you here? The prey, I speculate you desired to claim, but it was unfortunately swallowed by my jaws." His voice had been monotone leaving no room to detect emotion much like the stone facial expression he bore. It was obvious it wasn’t as amused anymore as he had been moments before. The white canine couldn't help but take notice to the male's dominant stance as if Vladimir was supposed to be submissive, if anything to earn the respect of the white warrior respect had to be equally given or returned. If that didn't work well then Vladimir would just take his leave he had no need to dwell in the presence of this male and he assumed the male no longer had any reason to dwell in his. Running away from a challenge are we? His heart begged him to snarl but his mind restrained him, the vibe he caught from this brute had riled up Ares and that had never been a good sign. It was perhaps became this cocky canine reminded him of his father and they knew that his father's reign didn't end well. It was exactly why Vladimir had taken a different path or at least tried to but with tyrannical mutt's like the one before him it was becoming increasingly difficult to silence the raging Ares.

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[fizzeh]

Whereas most males would take offense to the stare Klaus was given as the white canine tore into his hare, Klaus merely stared, amused at the level of fear the canine showed. Why else would he immediately swallow his catch? Did he fear that he could not protect his own meal? That the brindle mastiff could (and would) easily take it from him? Inwardly he chuckled at the idea. Oh he very well could push the smaller mastiff to the side and take the hare, but would it be worth it? No. He had far more important matters to think about at that very moment.

The white dogo argentino slid up into a sitting position, once more Klaus immediately presumed it was so he could stand in an instance and be ready for a charge. The brindle mastiff held no intentions of that-yet. When he spoke he snorted quietly. Keeping his laughter at bay. “No. If I wanted a mouthful of hair I would have caught my own hare.” He shrugged non-commitingly, he did not particularly care for a meal at the moment. His interest was in the dog’s tone and obviously, his personality. Had Klaus finally found a dog of similar mindset?

“I was drawn by the ruckus of a dog running through my territory.” His tone was flat, sharp and pointed as he stared accusingly at the mongrel before him. Although the dog had committed no such crime, as his territory ended just outside of the cave system he lived in, it was close enough and as such, he decided it was worth saying it was his land. It might as well be. It had been right outside his doorstep and Klaus did not take kindly to tramps running through his front yard over a meal that wasted more energy than it was worth. If the male had been chasing a deer or a bear, the story would have been completely different, but as it were- he was chasing a rabbit, which was no more than a few mouthfuls of flesh and many of fur.


--sorry for the long wait and the shortness, Im normally not this terrible. --