SKINS | FEMALE | 5 YEARS | IBIZAN HOUND
Location: Chernobyl Headquarters
Mentions: Seirsha, Hades, Rjúpa

Impaired blue orbs stared into Hades distorted body, unmoving and unnerved. Her own words had served a rhythmic purpose, lulling her into a strange sense of serenity as she numbly waited for the massive brute to respond. Shaken from her trance, Skins flinched and whipped her tail between her legs as Seirsha's voice sounded suddenly in her left ear. Uncertainty was clear on her face, her sightless orbs flickering wildly around in their sockets, "I'm fine," The words slid out of her jaws so quickly it was barely audible, but she instinctively stepped a little closer to the ginger and white female's side. She didn't know exactly how to react, or what to say, but she knew this dog was on her side and that influenced her actions. Another voice, this time more booming and ferocious, caused the thin albino hound to flinch again. She ducked her head down, angling it in such a way so that half of her face would be partially hidden beneath her animal skins. It acted as a source of comfort for her. I will slit you down the middle and eat YOUR insides.. Hades infuriated snarl caused a flash of panic to tear through her. Her fight and flight instincts faced their own little battle within her head, her instability urging her to lunge at his face and her general wit howling at her to get the hell out of there. She chose both. "Run," She whispered eerily calmly to Seirsha, allowing the three-legged canine a head start, before she lunged forward and slashed her curved claws down the side of Hades' neck. Blood greeted her like a shower as it sprayed from the wound and stained her pristine pelt, salty on her lips. While it was a satisfying blow for Skins, and perhaps offered them a little bit of escape time, she knew very well that would be nothing more than a mere scratch for the massive beast and he'd be on their heels in no time. She didn't waste time in turning around and pelting away from him, nudging Seirsha along with her. As they ran, another scent hit her nose. A fellow female dog, they were swiftly approaching Rjúpa, "RUN," She repeated to the strange black and white dog as they passed her. She hoped she'd listen.

Tyrael||Male||3||NAID

His ears snapped forwards as most signs of aggression left her body, "But I am." He said with full confidence in himself and his abilities, "My name doesn't matter." He shrugged it off, it really didnt. Since the explosion he hadn't been the same, if he had anyways since the ring that changed his perspective of life. His tongue ran over his lips, catching slightly on his teeth and drizzling blood ever so slightly. Ty seemed to not notice though, his ears snapped around them on full alert as they 'talked' for the time being. This female wasnt SO bad, she seemed to pause as well as him, her aggression that is..

ROMAN | MALE | 4 YEARS | TAMASKAN DOG
Location: Chernobyl Headquarters
Mentions: Kade

Roman seemed mystified by her words. His steps were slow and tentative as he walked alongside her, his gaze not on his path but on the doberman. So she hadn't exactly seen him in her dreams, just an embodiment of him that represented himself as a being. Interesting. The next thought that hit him instantaneously was a predictable one; why? He was hesitant to ask, doubtful that she'd even know. "I see," Came his eventual answer, rather unsure of what to say next. That must've been why she was so bold to approach me when we first saw each other. Her dreams made her curious. "I must admit, I've never seen you before. In the flesh or while I sleep. My slumbers are dreamless," A thick growl rumbled from his chest, continuing to stalk forward, "On that note, I hate to kill the mood, but I'm the least likely dog to save anyone from anything. This is a world where it's every dog for himself- I will help not a soul, because not a single soul will ever help me. Unless it's beneficial to them, of course," And in this case, his kind display to Kade would serve a beneficial purpose to him as he would gain a temporarily hunting partner- he was breaking his own rule of fending for himself due to the hunger that gnawed at his belly. If he didn't eat soon he'd likely become delirious, though Roman had to wonder if he wasn't already. This dog, sitting here speaking to him of night terrors and dreams coming to life, Roman here on the brink of believing her and becoming rather fond of her and her strange stories and general personality. He couldn't lie to himself, she was a pleasant dog. He wouldn't admit that to her, not in a heart beat. With the humour torn from his face and replaced with a hard stare, he lowered his head to the dirty cement and continued searching for their next meal. Tiny feet pattered against the cold stone, causing Roman to perk his ears up. Dusty-pelted rats scurried around hurriedly in the shadows, smelling thickly of carrion and faintly of spilled chemicals. They were fat with meat, and would provide them with quite a hefty meal if they were to select them as their dinner of choice, but it was too big of a risk to take. The rodents in this building were too tainted with poisons- they'd likely die after consuming a single rat. Frustration made a growl return to his throat. He shouldn't of acted so arrogantly towards Kade if he was only going to turn to her so soon and ask for her aid, "Tell me, where is it that you usually hunt?" He muttered. They'd have to venture elsewhere to find food. Their tour of Chernobyl's base would have to wait.