@lucygoosy || plotted Bezi growled as his fangs sank into the man's neck. Pain spiked through his side as the Wastelander's fist struck against his ribs again and again but he did not let go. He merely tightened his grip, pinning the man's arm against his side with one elbow as his dark eyes flashed briefly pale as snow. Immense relief flooded through him as the hot blood filled his mouth and he swallowed like a man on the verge of dying of thirst. The bitter tang of chems prickled on his tongue, but as the blood rushed down his throat he found that he didn't care. He was dimly aware of the heavy metal collar around his throat as he swallowed against it. Just as he was settling into his meal, a sharp jolt shot through him. Immediately, he dropped his meal, as he had been trained, and he growled over his shoulder at the Raider standing on the opposite side of the fence, cattle prod in one dirty hand. "Save that appetite, Fido! It's your lucky day; two for the price of one!" Bezi heard the woman's protests before he saw her; two Raiders ushered her towards the entrance of his cage, around which were thronged more members of the gang, eager to watch the spectacle of their pet taking care of whatever little nuisances they threw at him. He rumbled softly as he watched, eyes flicking up and down the woman. She was wearing a Vault suit. He had enough awareness left for pity to ping in his chest; what had been done to the Vault Dwellers, even before most of them were born, was wrong, and here his giant ass was to worsen the situation. Restless, he paced slowly back and forth, his chain leash dragging along in his wake.
