The Guard Dog //PAFP//

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    Plot


    Jun Himura
    Shoes clicked upon the hard floor joining the beat of sharp claws. Sharp blue eyes stared angrily forward as Jun was pulled along. Pausing for a moment he was yanked forward causing a low growl to escape from his throat. A muzzle was strapped over his mouth, this was to prevent him from biting any of the handlers. The noises of the steady walk was brought to a pause as Jun's handler leaned over and unhooked the leash from the leather collar. Jun was ushered into a cage with not much in it, other than padding on the floor. Soon enough the room grew silent other than the shuffling of a few other animals. Darkness took over the area as the handler left the area in a hurry, a slight glow emitting from the now full cage.


    Jun didn't know how long he was sitting there, waiting patiently, the familiar tightness itching at his throat. It felt like a long time, none of the other animals made noise nor did he. His tail brushed against the padding of the cage, which was just a bunch of rags. Soon enough his attention was brought away from the others that slept soundly in the room to the light that pooled into the room. Automatically commotion sparked in the room, excited dogs yapped, many stuck their head out of their cages. Except for Jun


    The male sat there, blue eyes narrowing to look at the figures that filed into the room. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he shifted his position. There was no space for him to stand in the small cage, this was shown by his struggle to stand. His large body practically filled the cage as he tried to arch his back in a stretch. The figures before him approached his cage, paused and began to walk again, except for one of them. This one was interesting, and sparked his interest. Jun's lips curled up to bare his teeth in a warning.


    Why was this person taking interest in him? To send him into the pits again? He was strongly built, and that was one of the many reasons why people chose him, because he was easy to bet on. Jun fought for his life and never lost because of that reason. The male didn't want to go to another one of those retched places and he would put up a fight if had to. Yet he knew that they could easily control him. The muzzle over his mouth prevented him from opening his maw and clamping it over anything, and if they didn't want to deal with his claws they could easily just pull on his collar.


    Though there was something in him that said that this time it was different, that he wouldn't be going to any pit. Maybe it was true, but he had to be cautious. He could never be cautious. If he fell off guard he knows what could happen. Jun already had fallen off guard, and look where he was now. Stuck in a cage being viewed like he was a piece of art up for sale, or some kind of weapon. Yes he was a warrior back in his tribe, but this was different. He didn't fight for entertainment there, he fought for his tribe.

    Natasha


    The young girl followed behind her parents with a glint of curiosity flashing in her bright blue crystal eyes, she looked down at a cage that contained a strong built dog which seemed to be uncomfortable. The cage was too small for the poor thing and a muzzle was strapped tightly onto its maw, she kneeled down before the canine and tilted her head as she watched its movements. The sudden flash of teeth didn't alarm her after all she was used to being surrounded by flashing fangs and stringing saliva from canines that were bought to protect her life. She leaned forward slightly but just out of reach incase the dog decided to play any tricks like lunging at her to rip her face off. Pulling a string of silky black hair behind her delicate ear, she glanced over at her parents whom talked to a rough looking man who had reeked of alcohol, with a frown she returned her gaze back to the dog then slowly reached into the cage to place a single finger behind its left ear to feel the soft fur that resided there. A slight smile blossomed onto her face as she studied the dog with interest, she automatically wanted the beautiful creature for her own, never had she before laid her eyes on such a wonderful creature as this. She retracted her hand to rub her neck as thin black eyebrows pinched together in thought, she let out a soft sigh and looked down as her parents talked to the man about buying another guard dog for her, this would be the fifth dog she would be getting. "Getting him, he's perfect." She didn't look at her parents to confirm her words for they knew exactly what she was thinking. Murmuring could be heard then the shuffling of money being transferred could be heard, she smiled again and put a finger to her plump lips as a dazzling glint of happiness entered her eyes. "You'll like it where you'll be living for now on boy, it'll be like a paradise there for you." She softly whispered to the dog then stood up to greet her parents who quickly scurried her away back to the car that was parked just outside of the building.

    Confusion flickered over the features of the large dog as the stranger seemed to be much more friendly than he had expected. There was no scolding or scoffing of the aggressive nature that he had given off. This caused him to hesitate slightly, backing up as far in the cage as he could. Of course this wasn't far for the tightly fitting cage still refused to give him room to move. Though when she had reached out and touched him his glowing blue eyes seemed to grow wide with surprise. Surely she did not want harm to come to him, her touch was gentle.


    Two tall ears stood up from their flat stance upon his head, one swerved to the side as if it was trying to listen in on the nearby conversation. Nervousness seemed to bounce in his chest, his tongue carefully lashed out to lick his maw. It was a habit many developed, to lick their lips when nervous, but he had only developed it in his 'lesser' form. Perfect... Was he really? Perfect was a strong word, that surely didn't describe him. He let his guard down before and it had impacted his life greatly, but now he felt like it was good thing that he had let his guard down. Or was it. There was so many conflicting feelings inside of him, that he didn't know what was going on anymore.


    Now he stood there and watched, the male was dazed as the stranger had stood and soon enough left. Paradise. That's something he wanted for awhile now, but it was already taken from him.


    The new handler, that had the strongest scent about him, a scent that burned Jun's nostrils, approached him. Now he looked happy, an evil happy. It was probable that he had gotten a good price for Jun, and that worried him, but as fast as all the conflicting emotions came they left. Anger clouded his mind as he stared deeply into the handler's eyes. The door of the cage was opened and he was yanked to the side. His maw opened a struggled noise came out. Another leash was attached to his collar as he was moved towards the door.


    As he exited the kennel, then the shop's door his blue eyes attached to the car before him. The handler moved him towards the car and began to speak to the parents. "Don't take off the collar." Was the last thing the handler said before he hurried back inside. The dog's eyes looked up at the person who held his leash.

    Natasha radiated a calm atmosphere as she looked about to see so many other dogs that were shoved into cages that were too small for them to fit into comfortably. Another frown etched across her features at the state of the place and how the dogs were being treated poorly, she was a animal person and hated when poor creatures were harmed for no reason, after all they didn't deserve what was dished out at them because humans felt like they were more superior.


    The sky was beginning to turn a dark grey as rain clouds rolled in from the west, sadly today was to be another rainy day, a day where she couldn't relax outside and draw the birds that decided to pay her visit for the pieces of bread she offered them. She flicked her attention to the man who dragged the dog out harshly as a strangled sound left his maw, she opened her mouth to retort on his treatment to the dog but a meaty hand rested on her shoulder as if to remind her to keep silent.


    A low huff from her was heard as she opened the trunk of the car to reveal a decently sized cage that could hold a Great Dane and perhaps a Labrador with it. She opened the cage and watched as her father took the leash and listened to what the man said. Don't take the collar off...But why not? As if a switch turned on in her brain she began to wonder why they were told that, what was the harm in taking off a collar? She vowed to herself to find out why that man said that, it was a mystery she was greatly intrigued by. But the peaceful silence was shattered as her father yelled at the dog to get moving, his face was twisted into a ugly sneer of rage as he lifted his right foot to kick the dog. "Pa! Wait!" Natasha quickly intervened to snatch the dog collar away from her father and began to edge away incase he decided to take his anger out on her but instead he let out a huff and got into the drivers side to turn on the jeep. "Gosh that was close...come on boy, I'll keep you safe."


    She smiled kindly down at the dog and brushed a finger on his ear again as if to comfort him though he appeared to be pretty calm, perhaps she was reassuring herself that she would not be punished yet again by her aggressive father that lashed out mainly on her. She gently led the dog to the back of the car then took several steps back to place her hands on his haunches to help him get into the back and into the cage. She looped the leash out of the cage so that it wouldn't strangle him if he tried to move around, she clicked the door of the cage close and eventually closed the back of the car. She climbed into the tall jeep and glanced up at her father behind a wave of black hair to see him glaring at her through the mirror, she cowered slightly at the aggressiveness that exerted from him though she quickly looked out of the window before she could see the disgust in his eyes.


    The car ride was short lived as they pulled into a driveway that led them to a white mansion with a huge front and back yard. Trees surrounded the house as if to keep the house out of harm with their spindly branches, the car pulled to a stop and Natasha leaped out to get the dog out by herself. Her father was already storming off towards the house with her mother close on his heels as she babbled off nonsense. She huffed silently as she eased the dog out of the cage onto the green lawn, she glared at the muzzle that was thrust onto his maw and began to clip it off, once done she flung it off into the yard as her eyes remained on the dog. She didn't know what his reaction would be, perhaps he would attack her, try to run away, but secretly she hoped he would stay. It was lonely being a only child and having to deal with her abusive father by herself, she knew he was only a guard dog that was meant to be savage but maybe he could also be her friend while doing his job. It was a wish from a young girl who had everything she had ever wanted but not what she needed.

    Jun's eyes were quick to dash away from his new handler to the car once more. His eyes were drawn to the new cage thay was housed in the back of the car. It looked like it could actually fit him for once. It was rare for him to be put in a respectful cage, well in the pits that is. Even the rich ones that once big at the pits were cheap and bought smaller cages, mostly because they wished not to waste much money on all their dogs. Though soon enough his thoughts were interrupted by a shout thay erupted behind.


    Blue eyes darted back to look at his handler, who had his leg ready to kick. Yet another shout could be heard and the male felt the change of handling. A low growl began to escape his throat as his sharp, blue eyes stared angrily at the one that wished to harm him. Soon enough the larger male moved away and a gentle finger was moved behind his ear in a calming gesture. This was something he had not felt or just flat out failed to remember he had felt other than his previous encounter with this stranger. Though it seemed she wasn't going to be a stranger anymore.


    This time his leader was gentle, and the male followed obediently. His eyes trailed along the ground before raising to stare up at the cage. Once last glance was given to the female before Jun leapt up into the cage, only to patiently sit down and wait. Though he seemed to watch her carefully as she shut the cage and fumbled with his leash. As she left the male continued to stare at the interior of the car before shifting his position. Carefully he lowered his head down to the floor and came into a resting position.


    As uncomfortable he was with the collar on he made little to not effort to get it off. The one effort was him sitting up for a brief moment and moving his back leg to itch at the collar, shifting it, but very little. The collar was tightly secure around his neck, so only if he worked his way to the buckle, that was put mostly out of his reach, and toyed with it for awhile only then it would come off. Well or there was the chance someone took it off for him, but all of his handlers were told not to take it off.


    Soon enough the bumpy car ride came to a halt, causing Jun to burst into movement as he stood up in the cage. He was glad to see the lady that didn't seem to wish harm upon him. Obediently the male hopped out of the cage onto the lush, green grass. A surprised expression seemed to wash over his dog face as the female took off his muzzle. Was she really that trusting that he wouldn't attack her? Maybe he was to guard her already? He was sold as a guard dog wasn't he? Jun did not know if he heard them correctly. Surely he wasn't just sold as a lapdog.


    Patiently Jun sat there, sharp claws digging into the dirt and blue eyes staring up at the female. Slowly the male moved closer to the female and turned, leaning against her protectively. Where were they to go now? Maybe she would just lead him instead, but what then? If he was a guard dog, how would they treat him. He had never really been sold as a guard dog before, and when he was he was stuck outside all day chained up.

    Natasha grew nervous when the dog moved towards her though that quickly vanished when he leaned against her side as if he was being protective. She slowly squatted down so that she wouldn't frighten him and smoothed her fingers over his broad head, she smiled faintly then stood up to clip off the leash and retrieve the muzzle that laid carelessly on the lawn. She threw both of the items in the trash, he seemed anxious around such things and she didn't want to stress the poor thing out anymore than he already was. She walked up the steps in a fast pace then opened the grand oak doors to reveal a parlor of pure white marble, two grand stair cases ran up to the second floor though she took a left into another large chamber of white marble that lead to a dark hallway, she walked down that hallway until three doors of dark oak appeared, she entered the nearest one to reveal a room covered in dark blue wallpaper and a king bed covered in blue comforters. Several dark oak dressers stood near the walls while a walk-in closet resided near the back of the room which revealed clothing that did not fit her personality. She continued into another room which housed a large dog bed of great proportion, several dog toys littering across the room, several blue couches that hugged the walls and a single metallic dog cage that had a comfortable looking cushion inside of it. She glared at the cage in contempt though continued to the dog bed and sat down on the edge of it. She rested her chin on a single upturned hand as her eyebrows scrunched together in deep thought. She studied the dog in silence before she softly murmured to herself. "What should I call you..." She trailed off as her thoughts continued on, it couldn't be a cheesy name it would have to be a strong name that fit his personality and physique. Perhaps a gods name or something else that said he was strong, a well built dog with a strong personality. She hummed softly to herself as her blue grey eyes followed his movements.

    The male's tail beat against the ground happy as he sat there, the female petting him gentle for a moment. His blue eyes watched her carefully as she took off his leash and walked over to the muzzle. Jun stood up suddenly, dog eyes narrowing slightly before calming down. She wasn't going to hurt him or put that wretched thing on him, that was good.


    Realising she was going inside he dashed over to her, following her path. He blinked in awe as he stared at the glorious architecture of the home. Quickly he paced behind her attempting to keep up with her, claws clicked on the shiny floor. His ears swiveled to pick up all the noises that was happening around him. Jun's sharp, blue eyes glowed slightly as he examined the area around him. This was a absolute change for him, such beauty was not seen in his tribe due to their limited supplies and he was always in the dirty pits or cramped cages. Surely his life wasn't going to change for bad luck to good. Maybe he wasn't going to be in anything nice, maybe just another cage.


    His thoughts dispersed as they walked through the first room into the second. It was large, plenty of space for someone to adventure around in and relax. There were many toys that littered the floor, though the luxury of it, it made him scoff. Built as an attack dog he didn't have much interest in toys and this much luxury made him slightly uncomfortable. Carefully he stepped over the toys and continued to follow the female. This was a slower pace now, as if he didn't want to get his muddy feet on anything.


    When Jun had reached the bed the male stared at it for a moment before pressing one paw to the bed, testing it carefully. Once he decided that it was okay to step on he climbed up next to her and sat down, eyes focusing upon her. Name? Ah yes the classic naming one's dog was it. If only she knew he had a name, yet he had been 'named' many times before, but mostly useless show names for flair. Honestly he hated it, and if he could tell her that he had a name he would, but he could not.

    She noticed that he was not interested in the toys at all, that was a note she quickly mentally jotted down, she watched his muscular body in awe as the muscles rippled underneath his fur. She reached out to intertwine her fingers into his pelt and was rewarded with how soft but coarse the fur was, she continued to roam her hand over his body clearly enjoying the way his fur felt on her hand. Eventually she gave up on naming him for she could think of nothing at the moment, she leaned towards the dog to slightly press her lips on the tip of his nose. It was warm and slightly moist, she learned that if the nose was cold and dry the dog wasn't in perfect health but he seemed to be. "You're good aren't you? You just haven't been given the chance to be yourself...just like me." She leaned away to place both of her hands on his pelt though a glint of mischief blossomed into her eyes, she slowly squished his fur up his neck so that it looked like he had huge cheeks. A giggle escaped her lips at how ridicules he looked, he almost looked like a gerbil but in canine form. "Oh yeah, that's totally your look." Another giggle escaped and she dropped her hands to let the fur relax back into the right position. She looked up at the high ceiling to trace patterns with her eyes while her left hand strayed to the top of his neck where the fur ruffled together. "I hope I can keep you, there's something about you that makes me want to trust you." She murmured softly to herself even though she knew the dog couldn't understand her it made her feel better in a way.
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    Jun kept his gaze steady on the female as she pet him. It was a new and nice feeling. The gentle touch not wanting harm but wanting comfort was nice. His blue eyes looked up and down the female carefully as he sat there, she looked like she didn't enjoy it here, he couldn't help but to feel sympathetic. If he was in his human form surely he would be acting more cold and untrusting. It was a habit for his personality to change when he changed, yet he had felt that change in such a long time. Sometimes he yearned for it even though it wasn't the greatest personality to have.


    The male also had the feeling that somewhere, something was wrong in this home. This posh, decorative look put him off slightly it was like everything was really a coverup. It seemed so nice but how the female acted and the fatherly figure had acted before, he couldn't help but feel like there was something terribly wrong happening behind the scenes. Like the many pits he fought in. On top of all the pits was all the bars and clubs that covered them up. Modern, clean and a great place to hangout, but go through the right door and find abuse to animals and death. Surely someone wasn't being murdered here, he felt more of the troublesome side that was easily hidden.


    His thoughts were interrupted as the gentle touch of lips was felt upon his nose. This was a surprising action that he had felt needed great trust and kindness to trigger. It only caused the well-built male to reel back a little and snap his teeth together in surprise. If he was a human surely there would have been a slight blush resting upon his cheeks. Yet in his dog form there was only flustered confusion. These emotions quickly faded and he gathered himself back together, to his stern, professional self.


    The female was talking to him but he paid no attention as he continued to recollect himself. Not until she smushed his fur upwards did he react once more. This time a bored expression was neatly placed on his face as if he was questioning why she was doing this to him. Yet he was glad that it brought her enjoyment, and was even more satisfied when she dropped her hands. Jun's tongue lashed out to quickly lick his chops as he sat there.


    Shifting his position the male watched her look upwards. This time he was fully aware of what she was doing and saying, letting out a rough, strong bark in response. Now this bark wasnt anything, it wasn't a normal dog bark mainly because he was exactly a dog. In this form he was a wolf and many had failed to realise this detail, much because of the lies that were told by his brother. He merely looked like some mixed mutt that was built strong and worth every penny. Oh and the eyes, everyone loved his unnatural eyes. These eyes were plainly just a sign of magic.


    Slipping away from the female he moved, very carefully, off of the bed. Letting his claws clink on the floor his blue eyes scanned the floor, still littered with toys. Something up to his liking maybe? Ah, an unused tug toy. Wasn't just any tug toy, it was in the shape of a deer. It was quite beautifully crafted and yet, unused, probably because it was just a stuffed animal that squeaked. Didn't feel very good when chewed and they probably refused to play tug-a-war a lot. Yet he didn't want it for the play he felt like it would be a nice partner for the lady. Maybe not, but it would help right?


    Padding over to it quickly he delicately scooped it up between his teeth, barely holding it to not hurt the fabric with his sharp teeth. Slowly the male made his way back over to her and got back onto the bed. Dropping the toy on her lap he laid down and joined the toy, resting his head carefully on her lap.

    She glanced down at the dog with a kind smile upon her face at the mere reaction he displayed though she grew confused as he got up to wander towards a toy that was a deer? She cocked her head in curiosity as he padded back towards her with the toy placed gently within his mouth, she watched in amusement as he placed the toy within her lap then placed his head on her thigh. With a gentleness that could shock many she trailed her fingers over his ears as her right hand grasped the deer toy. "Thank you." A slight laughter could be heard in her voice as she slightly ruffled the fur that dominated his nape, with a sigh she stretched out her legs then crossed her ankles as her left hand continued to rub patterns onto the top of his skull. Tomorrow she was ride out into the woods on her trusty steed Kilnath her beloved stallion, perhaps if she pleaded with father enough he would let her take the dog out for a run after all dogs loved to run right? The peaceful silence was interrupted with her father walked into the room with a glow of annoyance hanging in his hazel eyes, he glared down at the pair who seemed to be perfectly peaceful with just sitting there with her fingers running over his skull in a soothing rhythm. His rough, harsh voice rang out across the room as his eyes continued to glare down upon the small teenaged girl and the dog. "Get up, I need to speak to you and your...misbehavior." With a silent nod she stood up while gently easing the dogs head off of her thigh and silently followed her father into the other room, her blue eyes followed his every move as he paced from one side of the room to the other in obvious anger. "What did I tell you about speaking out in public Natasha?" A shuddering breath from her could be heard as her eyes flashed down to the ground in obedience. "That I was not to father, that I am to be silent at all times until spoken to...especially around guest." A confirmed grunt came from the older man as he stopped in front of her with both hands pinned behind his back. "Correct. And what was said if you did the opposite?" Another shuddering breath. "That I would get fifteen lashings for disobedience..." A palm slapped across her right cheek at her answer, several tears sprung into her eyes as he towered over her with anger bouncing off of him in waves. "Then you know what to do." In a quick fashion she walked over to a dresser to retrieve a belt rimmed with metal, she walked back to the man who she called father and handed it to him. With a nod she turned around and lifted the back of her shirt to reveal a pale back covered in whip scars from previous times of abuse. The belt was whipped back then snapped forward to hit the pale skin fifteen times in a row, it was over quickly though the skin was red and slick with blood where the metal had cut in. The belt bounced off the floor several times with a metallic ring echoing in the room. He roughly gripped her chin as he sneered into her face. "Remember that lesson girl, or I'll increase it to twenty." He let go of her chin then stormed out of the room without another word besides the loud click of his shoes. She roughly bit her bottom lip from keeping a sob from escaping as she walked to the bathroom that was located inside her room. She sat upon a sink as she wetted a towel and began to dab at the slash marks that were strewn across her back. No tears rolled down her cheeks as she gazed at herself in the mirror with hatred, she hated that she had to endure through this each time she spoke out of hand, she hated the man she had to call father and in truth she hated her family and her mother for not standing up the man that abused her whenever he felt like it. She looked away from the mirror and closed her eyes as she tried to calm down the ragged breaths that burst from her mouth. Yes it hurt badly and yes she wanted to cry and scream at the world but that would be a sign of weakness and she couldn't give that to the man that she hated oh so much.

    Jun laid peacefully on the bed as he let her carefully knead his head in a petting motion. Though the peace was quickly broken by the arrival of the male stranger. The one that had clearly wished harm upon him when he was being loaded into the car. In a quick motion the male shifted his head to focus his sharp gaze upon the intruder. A low growl could be heard from the throat of the large creature. Slowly he sat up, baring his teeth angrily. Shifting his eyes back to the girl he looked at her, watching her move away, a grunt of disappointment escaped his mouth.


    With angry eyes the male watched the two exit the room, before waiting a moment and stepping off of the bed. This time he paid no mind to avoid and preserve all the toys on the ground. Kicking them out of the way he moved towards the door, which wasn't properly closed all the way. Easy to open all the way, and peak through. Sticking his snout to the side he looked through the door, and didn't like what he saw or heard. It was something he grew oh so familiar, which sent creeping shivers down his spine.


    The male shut his eyes and flattened his ears back as he tried to prevent images from flashing through his head. He knew well that these images and events had caused him to grow stronger than he ever was, yet he also watched others grow weak from them. These actions cause others to break, and now he was seeing them in such a beautiful home. That sickening smell stung his nose, it made him crave, crave battle and the tastes in it. The blood. It was just his nature, he couldn't fight it, it was impossible to fight it, well that's what he was told. If he stayed still he could fight it, maybe. Shifting slightly he opened his eyes again.


    Just like that it was over, yet 'his mistress' had left the scene. Pushing his wet nose through the crack he eyed the scene, walking into it. Crimson dots freshly laid on the floor, slowly growing old and dying the floor a different color. The shiver ran down his spine once more. Again, the thought of something so pretty being violently hurt like him, one that was a wolf, an evil creature that held his place to fight. There was no hope for him, maybe he could give it to this beauty, no, he was too selfish. Jun wanted to reclaim his role, surely he wouldn't remember her.


    Shaking his head carefully the male sniffed the air for the fresher scent of blood. It was easily found as he walked into the bathroom. His violent blue eyes were greeted with the sight of the one lady that had treated him with kindness after all these years, in clearly so much pain. The sight of her slashed back caused a empathetic whine to escape his maw. Approaching her wearily he stared up at her, then flattened against the ground putting his paws over his eyes. A quick frustrated grunt escaped his mouth and he moved a paw to scratch at his heavy collar that bore into his neck.


    It probably was getting late, yet it seemed like it would be hard for her to sleep now, those wounds seemed painful. Yet, he also had seen the older ones, he felt as if she had slept through many painful nights before, and those scars were only evidence. Jun was glad most people were too scared of him to fight him, though his name was a curse to him. Sometimes he wondered why his father had named him this. Jun - Obedient.


    Maybe it just predicted his fate.

    • With another ragged breath she dropped the bloody towel into the sink when she had cleared most of the blood away, she slid off of the sink counter to retrieve a kit to cover the wounds carefully with gauge. She looked down at the dog whom laid on the floor with his paws covering his eyes, she tilted her head to the right at the odd position it just seemed so...human. She shook her head as if ridding that thought and got down on her knees so she didn't have to arc her back. "Hmmm, if you're worried about me I'm fine. It's not the first time this has happened." She slightly ruffled his ears in a loving gesture before standing up to enter her bedroom. With a sigh she sank down to the floor to clean up the blood that speckled on the white marble, if she didn't clean it up that would be another beating for not making her room look presentable. With a sigh she dropped the soiled towel into a hamper where she kept most of her bloody clothes at so she could hide them better, it was easier to hide things and not have a reminder that you get beat everyday. She rubbed the back of her neck as she plopped down on the edge of her bed with a loud sigh, she nibbled on her index finger out of nervous habit which could sometimes lead to her breaking the skin that caused major discomfort depending on where she bit through. The young girl reached out to a small nightstand to retrieve a small handbook, she opened it to the tenth page then grabbed a pen to quickly jot down a few things, it was mainly about how much she hated her father but then there was a two bullet points. The first was Does not like toys, the second started out to be Does some human expressions??? She quickly scratched that out and set the book back down in frustration, she wondered if she was just imagining things but then she began to wonder about the collar and why they were told to not take it off.


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    The male raised his gaze from the floor to look at her. A gentle click of his nails could be heard clicking on the smooth, glossy floor. He happily let out a noise, though a look of worry stayed on his face. Opening his maw he let out a small yap, trying to reply, you could hear the displeasure in his yap. Wasn't the first time? That wasn't reassuring at all, that means it would repeat. If that was before he got this stupid collar off and escape, he would be there to protect her. That's what he decided. Though he did expect that he would get out soon enough.


    Watching her leave he stood up carefully from the floor and turned to gaze into the other room. It seems she was cleaning up for a mess that she didn't create. Jun let out a snort of distaste. Lashing out his tongue he let it move over his lips. Letting it slip back into his mouth he began to pad out of the bathroom as he continued to watch her carefully, a slight scowl. Lowering his nose he sniffed at the ground examining where she had cleaned up. Thought bounced through his mind as he lifted his head again.


    Looking directly in her eyes as she raised her hand to nibble on one he let out a bark as if he was softly scolding her. Moving over to her he leapt up onto the bed and nuzzled her side. He gazed at what she was writing curiously, his brow furrowing... somehow. Odd she had a diary and was writing notes about him. Not only that it seemed she wrote about her father. Yes, he was uneducated and stuck in a hole in the wall most of his life, but he still knew the language of their culture. Even in his dog form he could easily read. Well, it wasn't hard to him.


    Moving his back leg up he scratched his collar angrily as the irritation was getting to him. They probably were glad they put the collar on tight, even though it was cutting into his skin slightly. If they put it on and then he was able to slip it off behind their back he could easily kill them. They were easy targets when he was in his human form, anything could become his weapon. He was taught to be resourceful like that.


    Focusing his sharp blue eyes he moved them to look into her eyes, maybe he could convince her? Carefully he put on a convincing look, with a hint of the puppy eyes.

    She tapped the pen to her bottom lip in contemplation at what she should write next, she didn't know much about the dog but she did plan to in whatever way she could, she was simple like that, always wondering about creatures or things to learn about them and their personalities. She placed the pen next to the small handbook and gazed back at the dog who had settled upon the bed and nuzzled her side, she smoothed down the fur on top of his head then looked down at her hands in silence. Though she slowly looked back at the dog with curiosity at the look he was giving her after scratching the collar that was obviously too tight on his neck, she cocked her head to the right then slowly reached out to slip her fingers underneath the collar to feel the muscles in his throat. A low hum emitted from her as her other hand reached around to unclip the collar as she maneuvered it away, with a loud click she pulled the heavy collar away and set it on the bed. "Doesn't that feel better?" She softly rubbed his neck to flatten the fur but to also feel for any damage caused by the collar that had been digging into his flesh. She felt sorry for him because it had to be uncomfortable and painful to deal with that night and day, she pulled away from the huge dog and continued to look at him with a faint smile upon her pink full lips.

    Jun nodded his head happily, well his plan had worked, which he expected as much. While he looked at her carefully his brain thought out some plans to escape this place, it would be best to wait for night time to actually transform, to not frighten anyone. Shifting his gaze he moved it to look at the bed. Wagging his tail happily he moved to the other side of the bed and laid down, eyeing her. A gentle woof was let out, it was mainly in curiosity. He was wondering if there was going to be dinner, or if it already happened. Jun did not know what time it was but, again, his inner clock felt as if it was later in the day.


    If there was dinner he would accompany her, for protection. Mostly for protection against the male that had injured her. He wouldn't let that happen again. Yet there was the collar problem, hopefully they wouldn't notice it was off. Hopefully they would also let him follow her around too, they did buy him as a guard dog didn't they? That means they should let her guard her, not prevent him from following her around and guarding where she went.

    Natasha was amused by his obvious happy reaction of the collar being removed from his neck, pale blue eyes watched his happy movements though they quickly looked in the direction of the ajar door to see a maid who came to retrieve her for dinner. The young girl patted her dogs neck as she slipped off of the bed to follow the maid in silence though she did look over her shoulder to gesture that he should follow her before she turned back around, she was led into a large dining room where both parents were positioned on either end of the long oaken table that demanded attention from anyone who walked within the grand room of pure white marble. She glanced down at a silver dingy bowl that was bought for the guard dog, a frown lined her features as she looked up at her father who glared at her from across the room. In silence she bent down to grasp the bowl and proceeded over towards a garbage can to toss the bowl away in malice. She walked into the kitchen to retrieve a plate and bowl which she poured water within, she walked over to the cutting board which had been used to hack up the cooked chicken to place several large pieces onto the plate. Returning to the dining room she placed both dining ware on the floor then walked over to her seat next to her mother to eat her own dinner in silence. She said nothing to both of her parents as delicate moves of her knife cut the chicken into smaller bite size bits, all was silent within the room besides the soft clinking of silverware against white plates. When they finished their meal she softly excused herself to enter the living room to read one of her favorite books which was White Fang, she loved how beautiful the author had made the environment was and how he portrayed how the dog wolf was a cunning creature who survived so easily within his harsh environment between the wolves and dogs which he had to be involved with. She absolutely loved to read in silence as she was sucked into the literature that enraptured her attention so, she found it beautiful how by simple writing that people can make works of art so wonderful that they could change peoples lives in a matter of minutes or maybe hours depending on the reading level of people, she was a amazing reader and could easily finish a book within a day or mere hours of receiving a book which led to her buying many books where they covered the shelves of every bookcase in the library and more. But that might be because she was intelligent, that she was book smart and street smart with common sense which wasn't really common but then again there must be idiots within the world so that the smart may rise and show their true value to all.