Broken little things, in their broken little ways.

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"Well, well, well. What have we here a little warlock trying to summon me? Or was that just an accident in a mispronunciation in your casting kid? I mean either way-" Perthmail took a heavy sip of his martini, "Answer me quickly you're interrupting my vacation on sandy shores."

“You bitch! How dare you! How fucking dare you–” Abel’s blood dripped into the summoning circle of another witch– the gash on their forearm, caused by the fuming woman a few feet in front of them, dripping across the chalk-drawn sigils she had worked so hard to make on the asphalt of an abandoned parking garage’s second floor. 

 She had been so busy trying to fight them, she hadn’t realized that their only goal was to intercept her summoning– her side of thing… they had not wanted to find out what she would have done if she had completed the ritual.

Abel smirked at the witch, hand raised to keep the barrier spell between the two of them going as she hurled one after another furious attack spells at them–

Until something spoke behind them. The shock had their barrier dropping slightly, sending them skidding back– their shoes scrapping away the edge of the circle. Dark hues flicked over their shoulder, mouth opening in mild shock– Oh fuck them.

“You crazy fucker! A demon!?” They shouted over the crackling magic slamming against their thinning barrier. That crazy witch– summoning demons was frowned upon even by the higher up mages of either warring side, and she just–

“I apologize for your summoning, sir! It wasn’t–”

 The opposing witch practically screamed in anger as she hurled a strong spell against their barrier, shattering it like glass and throwing them back on their ass a foot or so back.

“I summoned you– I made the circle! You answer to me!”

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Ah well, the seriousness of the situation was quickly ramped up to one hundred as Perthmail got his bearings about him. He did nothing to intervene watching the two little beings duke it out right until the kid started apologize. He opened his mouth to say it was fine, manners were actually respected by him but when the witch said he answered to her he stopped. Iced gaze turned towards her staring with a look of muted disbelief. He answered to her?

He scoffed. Crushing the glass in his hand with ease and it turned to dust. He had not failed to notice the circle had been broken, not that it would have contained him for long away, by the boy trying to scramble away. “I answer. To no one.” He sneered, he moved forward stepping in the path of the blasts, when they hit him they seemed to be absorbed disappearing on impact.

“Especially not bratty little witches who think I owe them a damn thing!” His appearance started to morph, his skin turned pitch black, horns sprouting from the sides of his head. His teeth grew long and claws formed from his nails. It was then his arm moved a sudden jerk forward had ice shards ripping out of thin air and into the witch sending her into the adjacent wall and pinning her there.

“I answer to none but the sea herself and your blood did not summon me, the boy’s did and as far as I see you are a threat to my charge.”

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∞ - Heart eyes at Negan

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Character: Negan(New) Verse: Negan is a demon, trying to take Jasper’s soulAnswer for: Jasper

He was older than he could remember, a legion of underlings under his command– disposable cannon fodder for Hell’s war against the forces of heaven. He was feared even amongst his kin–

And he was accidentally summoned by some fumbling little witch. 

Dark eyes looked down at the boy just outside the summoning circle he appeared in, lips pulling into a lazy– if some intimidating– grin. Ah, it had been centuries since he had been summoned; centuries since he put on a human form and took a soul himself.

This could be fun.

Leaning down at the waist to be eye level with the boy, Negan quirked a brow. “Well,” He started, taking on the comforting southern twang that his underlings said humans tended to find comfort in. “Ain’t ya a ballsy lil thing. So, what do ya want, or did ya fuck up an’ are wasting my damn time?”

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There wasn’t really all that much that startled the little witch anymore. He had seen demons, angels, werewolves, vampires, the whole shabang but when Negan had appeared in his circle he immediately could not help his tense reaction. That is not who he had been trying to summon. He had been trying to summon. He had been attempting to summon a familiar, his familiar, specifically but he must have said the summoning wrong. No, no he didn’t he went over it ten times in his head and extra, what could have caused the mishap?

“Shit... shit fuck.”

His fingers tightened on the injury on his side and then he looked downward. Droplets of his own blood had splattered into the circle, he should have been more careful. Damn.

He was quick to turn his head back up to the other. He was just standing there bare bucked and all, normally such things wouldn’t fuss him. He’d been around forest witches long enough that it shouldn’t affect him but the demon was really, and annoyingly so, handsome.

Yet as his train of thought came to a screaming halt as the church doors were banged on; his gaze quickly shifted towards it as he heard the ‘wolves’ baying out his name. Promising threats to maim and worse. What made it worse was that it was from his own kin. He swallowed thickly. “It was accidentally but I will give it a purpose as I do everything else.” He grimaced in truth to the demon before him. He did not know what he was going to do but he needed to think quickly. He could not let his kin have him, or his power but he did not fancy fully signing his soul over to the damned.

He curled over, hand brushing away the circle that would keep the demon trapped before attempting to stand. His body about to lurch forward over the simple movement. “I assume you’re well acquainted with the wars that have been going on?”

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Violet hues narrowed at the boy in front of him. Starsceam's fingers gripped Abel's collar tightly as he looked up at Lord Megatron with a bit of nervousness. Anymore screw ups and his life would be cut short. Hopefully this brat would cooperate. "You are on the turf of the Decepticon empire, who are you and why are you here?" Megatron growled down at the young one. ~ TWD Verse

This… was a fuck up. Rick had been adamant about them not wandering off on their own while scavenging, and what did they do? Wandered off from the group they went outside the prison with the hopes of finding some missed treasures– treasures being food and useable supplies these days.

Why was it Daryl could wander off, find random shit, and scuttle back scott-free, but when they did it they always came across some sort of trouble. They had to be cursed or something.

“Get your grubby hands off me, goddammit–” Twisting like some sort of angry animal in the man’s grip, about ready to slip their shirt and pull a runner, unfortunately, it seemed that they waited a little too long to do that as now there was not one jagoff– but two. Great.

Abel’s own eyes narrowed up at the larger man, scrunching their nose. They weren’t about to give away they were with a group– that was a no-no. “Abel. Scavenging for food.” And empire? Yeah, okay mate.

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Megatron’s hues continued to glare down at the boy on the ground. Soon other figures began to appear circling around them. Clearly part of this group and soon the small group became almost like a swarm. Each one looking at the newcomer curiously. Most survivors would look like shit, especially in a big group like this but these guys looked almost pampered. Each one was clean, smelled well, looked like they were well fed too. A real head turning if one were ever to live long enough.

It was then after the last member filed in that Megatron moved forward, kneeling in front of the other to be level with his gaze. “Abel? Are you alone?” He didn’t expect the other to tell the truth but one would never know how others would react in situations like this. “Any luck finding food?” He quirked a sharp brow.

“Shut up!” Starscream’s grip tightened even more, baring his teeth down at his prison and jerking him by his jacket and shirt sharply. He would not let this one get away so easily, even now he could see this kid thinking about bolting for it. He lifted a fist, debating taking a swing when Megatron and the other’s showed up. His bold attempt was quickly hushed, red hues wide with nervousness.

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The lanky prick that managed to snag them finally going silent, still aside from the tight grip on their clothing to keep them from breaking free, had them a tad worried– this guy seemed like a mouthy one, like a good bit of Sanctuary’s idiots… except when Negan was around. Those guys shut up quick when their leader was about, and when the larger guy showed up… they got the same ‘in-charge’ Negan gave off…

They did not like this. This group looked… they looked like how people were before shit went side-ways. It was concerning and made them think of the incident with the hospital dwellers they were told about that happened before they joined Rick’s group– they were all well maintained like this too. Brown hues tried to track how many were in this group, but they did not finish counting the ones they could spot before the man knelt in front of them.

They tensed, not liking that they could not scuttle backwards without bumping into the man behind them. 

“Yes,” Mind suppling a response to their mouth before they could conciously think of one. “My settlement was raided, I’ve been on my own.” It was not a lie, but a large gap between then and now. “No, I didn’t find anything.” The full truth– the pack on their back was empty, save for a few tools.

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Megatron's focus had momentarily shifted from Abel to Starscream. His gaze examining his second in command with little regard. He was always filled with so much terror one way or another always scared of something or someone but in all honesty, the time out in the walker apocalypse had lessened Megatron's harsh exterior. In fact, it had seemed to bring back some level of humanity to him. Whenever they ran into the autobots they no longer tufted they would just tensely part ways. Things were in short supply and risking the lives of his men no longer seemed like a warrant he wanted to play with. Every day was a battle and if he wanted to rebuild the world he would need to be a better man like he used to be.

He just hated that it took him this long to realize it. Slowly it stood, giving a gentle nod to Starscream to let the other go before he moved to grab Abel's pack. When he did he handed it to a man who was donning a faded purple and black attire and a motorcycle helmet on his head. "Shockwave, fill it with supplies. Have Predaking help you." He then turned his head to the others. "The rest of you go back to searching for equipment. The sooner we find the supplies we need the better." Mentally he tacked on, 'And the sooner we can get our coms back on'.

As the Decepticon leader eyed him slowly Starscream could not help swallow thickly. His crimson hues were wide with nervousness, the times in the past not forgotten before the fall of humanity but then without a beat of hesitation, Megatron gave him a nod. Rare and few between them and Starscream loosened his grip on the boy. Confusion flitted onto his face, Megatron was just going to give this boy supplies without any repercussions?

Had he truly lost his mind? Or perhaps he was starting to get it back, like he was when the revolution started a long, long time ago. So very long ago that Starscream almost forgot about it. He stood awkwardly before crossing his arms and huffing like a disobedient teen until he shifted his gaze back down at Abel. "Well get up." He grumbled.

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Ratchet huffed heavily as he looked down at the kid that had taken a tumble from the floor above-- probably looking for supplies and did not note how poor the structural integrity of the building failing. Ratchet knelt down next to the kid, patting his face. "Come on, wake up," He muttered, before calling over his shoulder. "Optimus, we have a situation!" From the opposite room came Optimus, brows knitting together at the sight of the downed human. "Is he alright?" "Won't know until I can ask."

Caution had always been something Jasper had edged on since the events with Philip. The incident with him had left him damaged and traumatized and because of it he always approached new situations with absolute wariness. He had been careful about entering this building, careful about treading over the creaking boards but not careful enough.

The floor beneath him caved him and he tumbled for what felt like forever. He laid against the dust not moving, not breathing, his vision blurry and his head achin and then there had been silence. Only for what seemed liked a few minutes. The words from Rachet slowly made Jasper rouse. Eyes blinking in confusion before his body jerked, he rolled to lean on one side of his body. Eyeing Rachet with distrust.

As Optimus reached his vision confusion painted his features. “Negan?” He mumbled, but he quickly realized it wasn’t him. Who was this? “No… uh- fuck- who are you?” He growled moving to sit up, holding his injured arm.

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“Hey, don’t move yet! Are you out of your mind–” Ratchet wanted to whack the man on the head for even attempting to move; what if he had a concussion! Broken bones, or a bad sprain!? Of course, taking a whack at him would be just as bad as him moving, but no one ever accused him of having a good bedside manner. So, instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and frowned heavily.

A brow quirked as the kid mistook Optimus as someone else. Huh…

Optimus smiled softly, coming to settle next to Ratchet and in front of the stranger. “I’m sorry if I remind you of someone. My name is Optimus.” Blue hues settled on where the man gripped his arm, lips down turning in concern. “Are you hurt? That was a far fall. My friend here, Ratchet, is a medic. Will you allow him to make sure you are not seriously injured?”

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His dark hues had bored into the figures in front of him. Mistrust clear upon every feature he had on his face. He had learned to trust only three groups, and three groups only. Negan’s lot, Rick’s folks, and Ezekial’s kingdom. Everyone else was to be distrusted until proven otherwise. The rude response that Rachet gave from him moving quickly to right himself definitely did not give them any brownie points. In fact, it only assured a louder animalistic like snarl to leave him even though he was completely human.

“If you touch me I’ll rip your fucking hands off!” He hissed with venom.

Even though he could have a broken arm he knew he would do fine with it until he got back to the settlement. Many broken bones, sprains, bruises and much more from Philip had taught him what he could and couldn’t endure and there wasn’t much he couldn’t endure anymore. The barbed wire scars on his throat were proof enough for that at least in his mind.

As the man that looked like his boyfriend approached he grew warier. His fingertips pressing against the damage on his arm to assess it but never did his gaze leave the two watching them like a hawk. He was certain there was no break but from the liquid on his fingertips, he could determine there was probably a bad gash somewhere on the underside of his left arm. Probably from the steel frame hanging above from where he fell. He could not help but look up. If he fell then where was Cody. She never left his side, not ever.

Anxiety crept in his throat. Had these guys hurt her? He would never forgive himself if they did. That was his, Abel and Helen’s only child left. That was their baby and if he let her get hurt. He gripped his arm tightly looking directly towards Optimus. It shook him to the core how much he looked like Negan. Just with minor differences. “I’m fine. Where is my dog? I swear if you hurt her I’ll-” He heaved a little. Trying to be strong when one was panicked was difficult. Especially now. He bared his teeth, bowing his head. “Please tell me you have my dog.”

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Ratchet huffed heavily as he looked down at the kid that had taken a tumble from the floor above-- probably looking for supplies and did not note how poor the structural integrity of the building failing. Ratchet knelt down next to the kid, patting his face. "Come on, wake up," He muttered, before calling over his shoulder. "Optimus, we have a situation!" From the opposite room came Optimus, brows knitting together at the sight of the downed human. "Is he alright?" "Won't know until I can ask."

Caution had always been something Jasper had edged on since the events with Philip. The incident with him had left him damaged and traumatized and because of it he always approached new situations with absolute wariness. He had been careful about entering this building, careful about treading over the creaking boards but not careful enough.

The floor beneath him caved him and he tumbled for what felt like forever. He laid against the dust not moving, not breathing, his vision blurry and his head achin and then there had been silence. Only for what seemed liked a few minutes. The words from Rachet slowly made Jasper rouse. Eyes blinking in confusion before his body jerked, he rolled to lean on one side of his body. Eyeing Rachet with distrust.

As Optimus reached his vision confusion painted his features. "Negan?” He mumbled, but he quickly realized it wasn’t him. Who was this? “No... uh- fuck- who are you?” He growled moving to sit up, holding his injured arm.

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Violet hues narrowed at the boy in front of him. Starsceam's fingers gripped Abel's collar tightly as he looked up at Lord Megatron with a bit of nervousness. Anymore screw ups and his life would be cut short. Hopefully this brat would cooperate. "You are on the turf of the Decepticon empire, who are you and why are you here?" Megatron growled down at the young one. ~ TWD Verse

This… was a fuck up. Rick had been adamant about them not wandering off on their own while scavenging, and what did they do? Wandered off from the group they went outside the prison with the hopes of finding some missed treasures– treasures being food and useable supplies these days.

Why was it Daryl could wander off, find random shit, and scuttle back scott-free, but when they did it they always came across some sort of trouble. They had to be cursed or something.

“Get your grubby hands off me, goddammit–” Twisting like some sort of angry animal in the man’s grip, about ready to slip their shirt and pull a runner, unfortunately, it seemed that they waited a little too long to do that as now there was not one jagoff– but two. Great.

Abel’s own eyes narrowed up at the larger man, scrunching their nose. They weren’t about to give away they were with a group– that was a no-no. “Abel. Scavenging for food.” And empire? Yeah, okay mate.

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Megatron's hues continued to glare down at the boy on the ground. Soon other figures began to appear circling around them. Clearly part of this group and soon the small group became almost like a swarm. Each one looking at the newcomer curiously. Most survivors would look like shit, especially in a big group like this but these guys looked almost pampered. Each one was clean, smelled well, looked like they were well fed too. A real head turning if one were ever to live long enough.

It was then after the last member filed in that Megatron moved forward, kneeling in front of the other to be level with his gaze. "Abel? Are you alone?" He didn't expect the other to tell the truth but one would never know how others would react in situations like this. "Any luck finding food?" He quirked a sharp brow.

“Shut up!” Starscream's grip tightened even more, baring his teeth down at his prison and jerking him by his jacket and shirt sharply. He would not let this one get away so easily, even now he could see this kid thinking about bolting for it. He lifted a fist, debating taking a swing when Megatron and the other's showed up. His bold attempt was quickly hushed, red hues wide with nervousness.

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Soft tapping on Jasper's arm is what woke him up from sleep, along with Optimus's near his ear. "Jasper. Jasper, I am sorry I am interrupting your circadian rhythm, but I... I have a small problem." Once the human was awake, and turned over, he was met with wide glowing eyes... and a mini-Prime plush.

Slowly eyes opened staring at the sight before him. His mind took a moment to register but when it did he sat straight up staring straight down at the plush before him. “Op...optimus what the hell?” He mumbled hesitantly reaching out and touching the soft plush. “Holy shit, how the hell- Is this real? How much beer did I drink last night?”

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"PUT DOWN THE GUN!" A voice snarled, two figures rounding the corner and quickly surrounding Abel. Soon a group was all around him, each one having the same ensigna on their shirt, a purple Decepticon logo. "If you want to live through this damn breakout, put down the gun boy."

Everything went to shit so fast. So goddamn fast. Classes were cut short, suddenly, at RCU– no gathering projects, no heading back to dorms, no explanations; get off campus in fifteen minutes, or campus police would shoot you where you stand.

They did not understand, thought it was some kind of prank– why the fuck would campus police shoot students? A stupid, dumb, prank… 

They should have listened… or maybe it was for the best they didn’t. They didn’t get caught in the crowd and trampled to death when people realized things were serious– either spotting a corpse coming at them, or the campus cops starting to fire…

Somehow they managed to get off campus, hiding in a closet in the art department getting high off paint thinner fumes until the coast was clear enough to make there way through back alleys where they usually trekked to and from classes– finding a torn apart campus cop and taking the gun off his dismembered torso.

And they sure as shit did not want to put it down– there were more of those things around. They just managed to get away from a small horde of them–

Brown eyes darted wildly from the person shouting, to the rest of them. The gun shook almost violently in their grip; they did not want to drop it, even with their shaky aim they did not want to lose the security of having it in their hands even for a second– but they did not like their odds if hey tried to run or kept their gun…

Abel slowly crouched, setting the gun on the asphalt before; taking a slow step back before legs, that had been running since they came out of the art department, gave out and they collapsed back on their rear on the ground.

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It seemed as though each member of the group had their backs turned to Abel, watching their surroundings. They were watching for the dead shambling corpses or one of those rabid fast dogs, anything and everything that could and would come for them except for two individuals. The eldest of the group, a man who was a Captain easy to identify by the bright strip down his vest and then his second who had two smaller thinner strips of his vest.

The elder narrowed his eyes considerably as the boy shook before them, however, his gaze seemed to lessen as he obeyed. Setting the gun down and then sitting on the ground. They really seemed to be in over their head, then again all of them were.

He turned his head to his second scowling and seeming to give an order before moving to clasp one of his men on the shoulder. “We need to move to a safer location go our map and see the best route to get out of here. On our way out we can save others but it’s too dangerous to stay. Got it, Shockwave?”

The second in command kept his gaze on Abel before moving to approach, snatching the gun up and kneeling down in front of him. He offered the gun back but as soon as the boy reached he pulled it just out of his grasp. His light hues narrowing dangerously. “I am going to give this back to you, but if you try to shoot me or any of our men I will not hesitate to shoot you and leave you here. I don’t care how scared you are.” He snarled. 

“Now in your panic, I’m assuming you haven’t properly learned how to use this so point, pull the trigger. If you are trying to intimidate someone keep your finger off the trigger so you don’t accidentally shoot someone. Lastly, those things? You want them to stop coming after you? Shoot them in the head.” Only then did he hand back the firearm, moving to stand up and offer his hand to the boy. “Welcome to the Decepticons brat, don’t screw up or you’ll get us and yourself killed.”

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"Easy now, young one. Just settle down. It's alright, we are here to assist in getting all uninfected persons to safety." Optimus holstered his gun, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm. He felt uncomfortable being separated from his comrades, but for the moment he was more concerned about the boy in front of him looking like a mile of bad road.

Everything was a swaying wild ride of chaos in his mind. One moment he was on the campus of RCU the next there was shooting, and corpses flying at people, people were running and screaming. One had landed on him, it was snarling and growling and then he was running. Running faster then he ever had before. He had just been looking for his boyfriend, he just wanted to find Abel and then they said they were going to shoot them. The students...

Chaos, it was all chaos. There was bodies everywhere and he didn’t stop running even as his lungs burned and his legs were sore he hadn’t stopped. He was sure he was covered in blood, one to many encounters with those- those things and now he was in an alleyway. Somewhat safe. It was gated on all sides, he had just taken a moment to rest, to breath. He was shaking, his body hurt. Everything hurt.

And then-

Then this guy showed up. His hands tightened around the knife in his hands, where did he get the knife? His gaze shifted down towards it, hassled thoughts jerking a memory forward of him stealing it off a police officer. One of the ones that were actually dead and not shambling, he stole a vest too, ripped of the RCP off the front. He didn’t even realize he had done it.

His gaze snapped back to the guy. His voice was calming but he didn’t trust him even with his behavior to be unthreatening. “W-who are you- Wh-what the hell is going on- Shit-” He whimpered keeping a tighter grip on the blade.

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"John, we need to return to Ou immediately." - Gin

“About damn time,” John muttered under his breath, as jaw opened in a yawn and his front legs stretched out– nails digging into the dirt as his back raised. A full body stretch after a much-needed rest for his old bones. 

“But, why the urgency all of a sudden, Gin?”

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“We already know that-” He hesitated before a deep frown crossed his features. “Sakura is gone, and now we know about my son. Something- Something tells me we should stay here tonight. Even with the blizzard, Akame-” He looked over to the pure white dog who was watching out the window. “Feels the same. Something is going to happen. We need leave now.”

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Large paws slowly carried Jasper through the streets, mismatched hues slowly looking around at his new surroundings. A large frown pulled at his maw before he came to a halt, whipping his head around to the following shadow. "If you want to keep your head tell me who you are and quickly."

Negan huffed heavily as the rottweiler turned on him, narrowing dark eyes at the already threatening tone. “Well fuck, aren’t ya a friendly lil ray of sunshine.”

Settling back on his haunches, Negan snorted heavily. Man, Robbie had to be out of his damn mind to have him coming after this dog instead of chasing him outta their territory. Sometimes his twin was too damn nice for his own good…

“Yer in our– my brother’s and mine’s– damn territory. Name’s Negan, and all the shit you see is mine… But, my brothers’ have been watchin’ you. Say ya look like ya could use a meal. Well, come on; follow me.”

He got up and turned, before pausing and looking back. “That’s not an open invitation, mind ya. Now hop to it, boy.”

Nemesio had explicitly said that, from his watching, that the dog was a male. Negan was not going to argue that– they had more than a few like that milling around over the years.

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Dark ears that had been cocked forward back to slid back against his skull at Negan’s introduction. His brows creased together deeply. This was his and his brother’s territory? He could have sworn he didn’t smell any scent markers when he walked into the town. That was the only reason why he crossed into here, but he supposed it wouldn’t of made any sense if no dogs were here. Humans always had dogs somewhere, and hell there had to be a stray or two running around.

The heavyset looking rottweiler shifted uneasily on his paws. His back leg trying to remain on the ground but even with the smallest movement he was pretty much tenderly holding it just that much closer to his body. As the other demanded he followed he did not move. His look of confusion only growing before he cast his gaze to the side.

“Sorry...”

He really shouldn’t, he still needed to get to Ou. He had already put his journey off by stopping in Hokkaido like this but he was tired. He had been running with no food or sleep. He needed a rest, he needed a break and... He shuddered.

Looking back over his shoulder he swore he could feel Genba there even though he wasn’t. He didn’t want to run into the damn bastard again, especially not in this state. Quickly he began to hobble after Negan to wherever he was going. Anything, no- anyone, was better than that creepy ass Great Dane. “Name’s Jasper... the Fang.

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"I'm going to whoop his ass- I'm going to freaking eat him-" Decode talking at Abel angrily about some dumb male that pissed her off.

Abel cocked a brow at the little tantrum the other was having, sitting by idly as she threatened this unknown-to-them male to high heaven. 

“Then do it. Most of these males need a good ass kicking in my opinion.” They were an uppity lot around here. ‘Females can’t do this’ and ‘females can’t do that’. The whole lot of them needed some sense knocked into them.

Frankly though, this lot was better than the brush in they had with those Dane’s– did not meet them head-on, but heard about all the pet females getting snatched up. Gross, indecent, sons of bitches…

“What’d he do to get your fur all ruffled, anyhow?”

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The large female exhaled sharpily before plopping her rump beside her companion and leaning on him heavily. She had been lucky to run into him when she did, or else she would have been taken to the pound. A fate she really wouldn’t have come out of. Since then she had been pretty much glued to Abel’s side and that’s how she landed here with a bunch of males she couldn’t do this and that and leaving her to babysit the pups.

Not that she minded babysitting the pups, she loved kids but if one more guy said she couldn’t fight she was gonna rip someone’s ear off.

“Said that ladies can fight, especially ones who aren’t really ladies. If Weed wasn’t there I would have grabbed that boy’s ear and yanked it right off.” She snarled.

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"...you.... You didn't kill me? Why didn't you kill me- I killed your friends- I killed humans...!" - P4 @ Weed

Weed’s ears flicked back, a bit of fear trickling into his usually brash and brave self. The dog, a beast of a thing, still frightened him– and he still made him angry. He had hurt his friends, killed his father’s body double but…

But when Jerome talked of his story… It was not right! This dog had been through so much, been through more pain than him and his pack combined. Everyone deserved a chance to live, a chance to change… even someone like this dog. Especially someone like this dog… Weed just hoped he wasn’t making a mistake…

“But you don’t have to now! You can be free, and not do that anymore. You and Jerome said you were inside for years, don’t you want to explore? Make friends? I think you deserve a chance to do that.”

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His tension expression began to melt away as Weed spoke. He still did not trust any of them, the way they still eyeballed him as a monster. The way they curled their lips up and bared their fangs at him. All of it made his skin crawl with distrust and fear, he was just as much afraid of them as they were afraid of him. Sure, he was large and powerful but he had only been a mere bite away from death...

Absent-mindedly he ran his tongue over the healing wound, black ears flicking back against his skull before he snorted at Weed’s response. The truth was, he didn’t know how to make friends, he barely knew how to act around the other dogs. Ever since his escape, he had made havoc and now?

He didn’t know what to do. “...I don’t... Know how to.”

[no-sxnctuxry]

The dark colored koga dog raised a brow at the growling firey red hound in front of him. Confusion laced his features before he gave a small tilt of his head, not understanding his hostility. "Easy, I'm not here to fight. I just heard you yelp, came to see if I could help you." - Creed @ Abel

The fiery colored labrador kept a healthy distance from the other dog, ears flicking back. They were in pain– the thin rope around their neck that had kept them from leaping about their small cage as a pup was something they had long outgrown, but was never able to free themself from. 

They had been in the process of trying to rub the aging twin against the tree, in an attempt to cut it through friction, but only served to irritate the already raw skin beneath. 

They were still leery of other dogs… But as pain twinged across their neck, and down their spine, they stopped growling– nails biting into the dirt, lips slowly went from showing teeth to a simple grimace of discomfort.

“I… I may be in need of some help, yeah.”

[immuneexperiment]

Oddly colored hues gazed at the firey coated labrador in front of him, the continued growling seemed to hardly make him budge and when he stopped growling he took a small step forward. The smell of blood touched his nose and his head cocked just that much further as he tried to see where the damage on the other was. “Easy...” He reassured softly.

When he confirmed he needed help he approached the other slowly as to not overwhelm, taking a look at the damage on his neck before his ears went back. Whatever was sunken into his neck looked very painful, but not unmanageable to get out. It would just cause him quite a bit of distress, though that was better than the latter.

“I’ve seen this before, I can get it out but I will ave to warn you it will be incredibly unpleasant and we’ll have to treat the wound will herbs so it doesn’t get infected.”

[no-sxnctuxry]

"Hougen-sama, I've heard word that the Ou Army is gathering forces in Hokkiado, how would you like us to proceed?" - Mcree

“Eh?” Large head raised from where it rested on folded front paws, eyes narrowing slightly at the other. He did not take kindly to his nap being disturbed, let alone for something so trivial.

Hokkiado required those bunch of idiots to swim off the mainland, and even then that meant convincing those bunch of whelps to swim back with them. Even if they did manage all that, got back without losing any mutts, it would still be a pathetic boost to their numbers.

“You woke me up for that?” Hougen shook his head, getting lanky but powerful legs underneath himself and standing up. “Let them. More meat for the slaughter,” Tongue lulled out of his muzzle, licking his lips with a grin. “Or, if you’re that damn concerned about it, send some of Kamakiri’s idiots to deal with it.”

[immuneexperiment]

Mcree’s tongue lolled out of his mouth taking a few hefty pants as the other stood up. He did not shudder, did not shake underneath the other’s weight as he stood up. His expression a constant calm despite how fearful the guard behind him was. He gave a small nod in agreement to sending Kamakiri’s troops out before he gave a small gesture of his head to the Great Dane. 

“Hougen-sama, that isn’t the only thing I’ve awaken you for, I assure you. I’ve come to report that your brother, Genba, has secured Gajou and is happily awaiting our arrival. Our agents have started to gather up potential competitors as well to become your generals, sir.”

[immuneexperiment]

Soldiers of Ou || V: GNG/GDW

Summary: Ou, the paradise of dogs. For hundreds of years dogs have fought to protect these land, and now a new threat by the name of Hougen raises to disturb the peace. Little does he know that with his rising dogs from far and wide have come to stand against him.

Jasper -Transmale(He will eat you if you try to call him a bitch) -Raised as a pet most of his life, Jasper has always yearned for something more beyond his four walls and a gate. One fateful night he got loose from his chain and never looked back rushing to the Mountains to find Ou as if it were calling his name. However, on his run to Ou he stopped in Hokkadio after meeting another dog who seemed to capture all of his attention.

Other Cast: Dante(Bull Mastifff) Creed(Koga Dog) Decode(Mutt) Nightshade(Wolfdog) Jack(Otterhound) Jindrich(American Hairless Terrier Mix) Ryu(Shiba Inu Mix) Kantaro(Carolina Dog) Kinkata(Bull Terrier) Mcree(Poodle) Mushanokoji(Parson Russel Terrier) Taku(Cattle Dog) Rick Grimes(Kelpie) - TWD Tyreese(Mastiff Mix) - TWD Hannibal(American Staffordshire Terrier) - Pacific Rim Kisame(Pitbull) - Naruto Kakuzu(Saluki) - Naruto Tex Nolan(Bloodhound) - The Last Ship

Official: P4 Jerome GB Kite Toube Gin Akame

[immuneexperiment]

Soft eyes watched the boy as he went about his day, cloaked to the mortal but a lingering warm presence at his shoulder. He had always been fond of this boy, going so far as to even place his touch on him at birth. However, it seemed that his blessings were not enough to stave off those who believed a child out of marriage did not belong... Doran hated that, and there were very few things he would not forgive-- but that was one of the,

Things had been quiet within the large towering walls of the Water Gardens. It was a pleasant change of pace for him, his sisters were out exploring and his brothers were busy following his father around trying to become next in line for the throne. The Dornish people often doted on their family no matter their lineage but when he was born that seemed to change. He was the black sheep of the family and he knew it quite well.

Even with this knowledge though Jasper attempted to keep his head high, going about his duties as best as one could under the circumstances. His slow footsteps guide him down the corridor to a quiet secluded room that he called his own; moving to the small altars that he had made to worship to the gods. His family really didn’t care for it, having often disturbed it but today it seemed untouched and Jasper could help the little smile that pulled at the corner of his mouth.

He moved to settle on the pillows in front, carefully moving each item on the altar before placing a new item in the center. A wooden tiger painted with gold and silver stripes, handcrafted by himself. He seemed pleased glancing upward at the ceiling slightly. “It’s not much but I know it’s the coming week of your celebrations. Father won’t let me attend but I hope this is enough for the three of you…”

[no-sxnctuxry]

His form moved with the boy, settling down on the cushions in front of the altar the younger cared for– far more so than anyone else within the walls of this keep. Perhaps it was one of the best cared for altars within Dorne… times had changed, and his brother was far more loved than himself in these times. He felt no jealousy over that. Mortals were like the winds, they swayed one way one day and then the opposite the next.

A smile curled at his lips as Jasper placed the newest piece upon the altar– something he had actively avoided looking at while the other made it; a gift for him was appreciated, and one he wanted to savor like the humans did. A hand reached out, brushing over the carving of the large cat. “It’s lovely, just like everything you always gift to me…” He spoke, knowing the other would not hear him– not right now at least. He knew the other would like it as well…

As his festival approached, his power waned– like a tide, that would crest like a wave when the festival came.

And when it came, he doubted he would be among the people like he often was when celebrations were held. He would be here– with his chosen.

Finger brushed through Jasper’s hair, as if a breeze was caught bouncing between the walls. “It’s more than enough. Thank you.”

[immuneexperiment]

The feeling of a breeze going through his hair was the only thing that made his shoulders relax, as he stared at the gift on the altar his smile began to fall. He was more than sure the god would appreciate it but it did nothing to fill the ache of loneliness in his chest. His fingers moved to gently caress the wooden tiger that he took the time to carve and paint before giving out a yearning sigh. He wished he had someone that understood him, sure he got along with his siblings but he knew from the way his uncles and aunts stared at him no one wanted him.

He was a mix of lion and viper in the bed of purebred snakes and he had outgrown his nest. They no longer wanted him around and part of him felt as though they would chase him off eventually or worse. They had already denied him the name that Doran, Oberyn, and Elia had blessed him with. Hell, he didn’t even know what it was still…

He sighed again heavily as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders before scrubbing a hand over his face. He pushed off of the tile, standing tall and then proceeded over to the window to gaze over his ‘realm’. “I apologize for bothering you once again…” He apologized softly as his hands came to rest on the window sill. “It gets lonely here, even with my family. I hope you understand.” He was so caught in his discussion with a god that might not have even heard him that he failed to notice the lingering shadow of a man in his room.

It would seem his assumption was right about someone finally dealing with the bastard ‘Lannister.’

[no-sxnctuxry]

“You are never a bother…” Doran whispered. Not once did he ever feel like the boy prayed to him too often, never once did he feel like he would ignore him– when his blessed spoke, he came to listen. 

He wished Jasper’s family would take all the signs he and his siblings had given and listen as well. No matter how often they tried to show that this boy was their’s, they brushed it off and continued to treat him no better than before… It disgusted him. Sign after sign. Ignored. Even Euron, that cold-hearted hot head, had placed his sign upon Jasper much to him and his siblings’ distaste… but even as ships capsized in the bay, they did not listen.

They were just cruel people, and Doran looked forward to the day his city would be free of them–

Caught in the presence of his chosen, he had not felt the presence of another until now. He stood from the pillows, whipping around to be greeted by the sight of a mortal lurking in the shadows of the room. Doran felt his teeth set on edge, the malicious aura around the other visible to him. He–

He was here for Jasper.

Panic was in his veins, and though he was weak in power at the moment, he turned quickly back to the praying boy. He quickly crouched next to the younger, placing hands on his shoulder and whispered in his ear– hoping that the boy was listening hard enough for him, and that he had just enough energy to reach him. “Jasper, behind you. Defend your self.”

[immuneexperiment]

His fingers had continued to grip at the sill of the window, his gaze looking forward. He was still talking softly about the loneliness, the feeling of being lost among his family and so much more. They were feelings he often shared with the Gods who never once seemed to complain about his rambles but also never seemed to speak to him. Sure, he saw the signs just as his siblings did but his parents dismissed it, everyone at one point or another dismissed it as nothing but he knew they meant something. Of course he didn’t realize that ‘something’ was him.

By the time Doran had made his way over to him, the shadow in the room was creeping towards him making not a single sound in his approach. The boy was so lost in his confiding that he wouldn’t have heard him until it was too late but for once. He heard it. No, he heard him. Doran’s voice broke through everything like a sharp pang, and his heart flew up into his throat. Something rumbled in his chest and as his mind made sense of the words he whipped around just in time to only receive a cut across the cheek. His dark hues grew wide with shock, tumbling backward out of the window in an attempt to get away. The wood breaking underneath him as he scrambled away, his assassin after him quickly. Another quick strike and stab, this one ripping at the flesh of his arm causing him to yell.

Yet no guards were around to stop it. This had been planned.

Panic coursed through the youth’s chest, kicking a foot outward into the man’s abdomen as he lunged again and sending him back few steps. Jasper scrambled to his own feet, trembling before turning and running as fast as he good. His assailant hot on his heels.