A Way Off Day Off

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[bg=CBC1D8] Iggo the Iguana was a surprising little fellow. When Cas received him, he was no longer than his forearm, which seemed a pleasant size to the man. He couldn’t be sure of exactly how much time had passed since then, but it couldn’t have been too long. Still, Iggo had grown to be over two feet. This made it very difficult for Casimir to have him on his head. Nevertheless, the iguana was clinging to the Sherriff’s messy hair, enjoying an unusually slow stroll. Most days his ride was always rushing, rushing, rushing, and he couldn’t shake the sensation of falling. Today, though… Iggo yawned and leaned back. He liked this “Day Off” thing. Sparklet did not. The now full-grown German Shepherd sulked ahead of Cas, her nose drifting down to sniff every now and then before her master called her out on it. But he didn’t yell, no; today was his day off. And everyone knew that a day off was for relaxing! The three wandered around Sewertown aimlessly, not knowing where they were going and not caring (well, Cas and Iggo didn’t care. Sparklet was growing more and more apprehensive with every turn). Casimir had a lazy grin on his face, which never faltered, even though he almost fell over a few times with Iggo’s weight. He was much harder to carry on a human head than a hippo head! Cas followed Sparklet’s tail around yet another corner, and then came to a dead stop. She was nowhere in sight, only the sound of her paws thudding away on the metal floor was proof that she hadn’t been stolen by a ghost. The man frowned. Was Sparklet rebelling? He was hurt; he’d raised her since she was a puppy, and not once had she defied his orders. Well, okay, maybe she bent the rules a little. But nothing like this! He picked Iggo off his head and set him down on the ground, now more worried than anything. What had he done to make her run off like that? “Iggo, follow me, we’ve got to get Sparklet!” He said, and then took off. Iggo gave an irritated shake of his tail and then trotted off after the gangly man. So much for the Day Off. This was not the best place for Sparklet to be lost in. Cas fretted as he ran, worn-out tennis shoes slipping against the floor. Couldn’t she at least have waited until they were at the Wall or something? Though he often played it off as jealousy, there was a part of him that knew of the loathing the rest of the Carna held for their Officer. It wouldn’t be below them to get back at him with his dog… The thought made him run faster, though he didn’t have much farther to run. He almost crashed into his dog, who was frozen at a cracked open door and growling softly. Casimir skidded to a stop, and Iggo followed suit. Sparklet turned her dark brown eyes first to the iguana, who gave a blank stare back, and then to her master. He nodded sharply at her and crept forward, listening intently. So that was why Sparklet had taken off! She’d smelled something foul! He was relieved; a wayward ring member could easily be taken care of, not so much a reproachful pet. His relief was short lived. He pushed the door the rest of the way open and took a quiet step in. At first the scene before him didn’t register. Never in his life had he even imagined something so gruesome, so inhuman. The man sitting in the room was having a dinner. Made up of human flesh. There were no words for the burst of anger he felt. He was on the verge of exploding, although he wasn’t sure if he was going to explode from the rage or because of his stomach. The smell of the room was absolutely repulsive. He didn’t remember if he’d given Sparklet a command or not, but the next thing he knew they were both leaping at the man, aiming for his throat. Her canine teeth were eager to sink into his skin, her claws to tear at him. Somewhere between the moment he’d kicked off the ground and when he first saw the man’s face, Cas realized who he was. Manic, the Carna Alpha. If anything, the revelation made him go forward with more fortitude. This man was no Alpha of his. --- Word count; 747 Ooc; For Manic x3 And took me long enough. Geez. XD

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[bg=030203][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] The interruption was most inconvenient; he was in the midst of a meal that hed needed, as he hadn't eaten in about a week and the hunger that gnawed at his stomach seemed now to tear into his body. He'd just sat down to it, her body still tucked in the corner and freshly bleeding, when two figures burst into his room. A dog and a man, who Manic recognized as Casimir and his pet dog. It happened in an instant and he didn't rightly have time to say a word as the German Shepherd leaped at him, jaws gnashing viciously. Manic sighed and reached to the side where his cane rested, grabbed it in one hand and his knife in the other as he stood to face his attackers. Tucking his knife into his waist, he held the cane aloft and hefting it easily he slammed it's pommeled head into the dog's face before she could crash into him. With that he turned to face Casimir who was following closely on the dog's tail, smiling welcomingly as he stepped forward to greet his unwelcome guest, aiming his right arm in a low punch to the intruder's stomach, and he sickly awaited his metallic fist to meet easily with the tender flesh. With his left he gripped Casimir's throat, the robotic arm cinching around the bony neck as he slammed the man against the wall behind him, pinning him with a single hand. There was no denying the strength in that false limb the Keepers had given him - and there was certainly no denying the pure rage flickering in the cold, green depths of his serpentine eyes. "Casimir, is it?" He hissed, scarred face inches from the self-appointed 'officer'. How pathetic. "I was in the middle of dining, my good sir." His voice was even and level, a tone of mild conversation. "And you know it is expressly forbidden to enter my...humble abode without permission." He smiled, blood stained teeth showing through sickly scarred lips. "Not to mention attacking your ultimate superior." He tutted, cinching his metallic fingers tighter around Casimir's neck - he would only just be able to breath. "Betrayal is a hefty criminal offense, Casimir. Punishable by death, as you well know as an Officer of my Law." A slim eyebrow quirked and he shook his head slightly, heavy black-brown tendrils of hair dancing lightly. "Tell me, my good man, should I spare you?" ________________________________________ ooc; f-f-f-fail!

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[bg=CBC1D8] Sparklet crumpled against Manic’s cane. She fell in a dizzy heap on the ground, nearly blacking out. She smelled blood, but she didn’t know if it was her own or if it was from something else, and she couldn’t get up. The room spun, the world spun, the floor and ceiling switched with the walls. The dog lay her against the cold metal floor and closed her eyes, letting all her senses fade away, unaware of everything but a soft ringing in her ears. Casimir, meanwhile, was struggling for breath. The Alpha’s grip was so impossibly cold and strong. It felt like it kept getting tighter; the Scout’s chest rose and fell faster and faster, but the stream of airflow was lessening. Still, he met the other’s gaze fearlessly, emotions burning strongly in both. Cas looked at him with the utmost loathing and repulsion; an officer of his law? There was a rumble in the back of his throat, though it was quickly silenced by the iron claw holding him in place. “I uphold no laws but my own,” He hissed (for that was all he could manage; he wanted to speak louder, but Manic was simply holding his throat too tightly), contempt all but oozing out of him. “And your ‘dining’ habits violate just about every single law in my book.” Never in his life had he felt the violent urges he was now. He wanted to punch Manic, to rip and tear at him, to beat him until long after he stopped moving. “No. You shouldn’t, you won’t need to, I will be the one sparing you, you will be the one begging for mercy while I-“ He was cut off abruptly by a choking noise—it took him a minute to realize it was coming from him. Casimir was feeling lightheaded, which drove him to resist more rather than give in and pray the Alpha had had his fill with the other body. His hands flailed (rather uselessly; he was weak from lack of oxygen) in Manic’s face while his left knee rose up in hopes of hitting home somewhere on the scarred man’s body. Iggo had been approaching his owner and the dog when they disappeared around yet another corner, but the sounds and smells made him reconsider. It smelled like death to him, like rotting corpses and blood and things that the iguana generally tried to avoid. And he heard his master yelling, but his voice grew hoarser, and he heard a yelp from Sparklet, and before he knew it he was peering in the door. His beady eyes went first to Sparklet, laying motionless on the ground with blood seeping from her head. Without a second thought he waddled over to her silently, oblivious to the two men and body in the corner. --- Word count; 470 Ooc; I think /I/ held my breath when I was writing this x’D

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