Message from the Patuars

[Kyra]

In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul
To a woman so heartless

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The sounds below, of many dogs stirring, caused a lone dog above to jerk to her side and lift her head. She was panting, the heat from outside seeping in and causing the theater to feel like a furnace. Her side was rising and falling quickly, even as she tried her best to make everything within her calm down. Something had been racing in her mind, something that had made her remember the first time she had gone up against a dog in the human's fighting ring. Something that made her chest burn where her collar touched her white fur.

"Pull yourself together, Kyra," the female growled to herself, as her breathing became as normal as possible and her side began to slow in it's rising and falling. Slowly, she placed her front paws squared, and lifted herself up, her back legs quickly slipping under her, to support her back and rump. It was unconscious when she shook herself, trying to rid herself of the feeling that had woke her.

Kind of stiff, she moved to the edge of her balcony den and lifted herself on her back paws, placing her front paws on the railing of the balcony. Below her, were a few of the Dorcha dogs, engage in various activities. They were loud, that was all that mattered to her. Growling, she twisted her lithe body, and made her way toward the door, then down the stairs which led to the main lobby, and the theater seating below.

Once through the lobby, the female stood in the double doorway of the theater level seating and looked out over her pack. She was Kyra, the Alpha Female of the Dorcha dogs, appointed by the Rottweiler before her, and the only Alpha to stand for the Dorcha dogs at the moment. An American Bull Dog by birth, she had been called a Pit Bull since she had been taken by humans and forced to fight for their entertainment. Her pelt was mostly white, save for the rust red patch that covered her left eye and ear. Both ears had been cropped very close by the humans that had put a pronged collar over her neck, leaving her as she was now; a scared, collared leader. One tough bitch. Heartless. Cold.

None of those words meant anything to her as she looked out at the Dorcha dogs. Instead, she felt an intense swell of pride and love for the dogs she had grown close too. Sighing, she moved into the theater, slowly trotting down the isle and toward the front, where most of the dogs were either in the seats, or on the stage. "What has you all active this early in the morning?"

[/color] she questioned, noticing some of the dogs had formed a circle on stage.

Someone turned to her and spoke quickly, in a hushed tone. A Patuar dog . . . walked right up to the Guard Captain and demanded to speak to you, Kyra, the dog grinned, which could only mean that the Patuar had been brought forcibly to Oileán Fásaigh. Her arrival caught the attention of the ones on the main floor, but the dogs on the stage kept their attention solely on the Patuar dog. She couldn't help but nod her head in approval, as she walked slowly up the stairs leading to the stage.

"Back away,"[/color] she ordered, watching as the tight circle slowly became a loose semi circle, blocking the Patuar's exit. Before Kyra, cowered a little Norwich Terrier. He was a little thing, his head only coming up to Kyra's chest, while his course, brown fur seemed to shiver at the roots. He was frightened out of his wits, though it was understandable. Glancing to the Guards, Kyra noticed that the Captain had pulled together their biggest and toughest looking dogs to guard this one terrier. "What is your name and message, Patuar?"[/color] she asked coolly, knowing it would do no good to speak down to the peace loving pooch.

"I am Jinx, messenger to the Patuar Alphas," the terrier spoke, his voice shaking as much as his body. "And my message is for the Dorcha Alpha alone," he stated, his voice suddenly very forceful.

He caused Kyra to chuckle, and slowly lower her rump to the ground, wrapping her slim tail around her paws, before speaking once more. "I am Kyra, Alpha Female of the Dorcha dogs. Speak your message, messenger Jinx."[/color]

The little terrier spilled his message quickly, informing Kyra that the Patuar Alphas had sent a similar messenger to the Alainn dogs. The Patuars were requesting Kyra's presence at their council, allowing her two guards to accompany her, to the meeting. The subject of the meeting; the ultimate peace meeting. Of course, when Kyra pushed for more information, Jinx had none. Sighing, Kyra growled under her breath, but released the terrier, sending him on his way, with the simple message that she would come to the summons.

Several Dorcha dogs disagreed with Kyra's agreement. "Speak your disagreements,"[/color] Kyra allowed, standing on the stage, all eyes on her.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Khan]

Just as the clouds have gone to sleep
Angels can be seen in heavens keep
Alone in fear they question why
Goddamn not an angel when I die

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The stench of Putuar dog caused the Belgium Tervuran to snort and sneeze, before turning to gaze at the Alpha Female who's head only came his his chest. It was amazing how something so small could instill fear into the hearts of Aalinn and Putuar alike, while causing even the most harden of Dorcha dogs to bow their heads and expose their throats to her.

With the Putuar messenger sent away, Khan turned cold orbs on the Alpha Female, looking for any sign of her plans, yet she had shut down on her emotions it seemed, leaving only a shell of a dog, trying to figure things out. When she finally spoke, she opened the floor to the pack to speak their disagreements; however, oddly enough, Khan had none. He had been fighting this war between the Dorcha and Aalinn his entire life. For five years, he had stood with the Dorcha dogs and fought to protect their honor and territory. As Captain of the Guard, a position earned and given to him, he had stood watch over the past Alpha, Moss, and the current Alpha, Kyra.

Yet, oddly, the only thing he could think of when Kyra opened the floor, was peace. A chance to settle down with a mate of his own, have pups, and live out whatever was left of his life. Sighing, he stepped forward, watching as several dogs lowered their heads to the Captain of the Guard. "I will accompany you, Alpha Kyra," he growled, his voice rough from years of yelling orders and defending his comrades. "It is only fitting that your Captain of the Guards goes with you to this . . . peace meeting," he stated, turning to see if any was brave enough to deny him.

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