Curiosity Kills The Inexperienced

[l Jazz l]

Jazz padded across the street, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the honking taxis and cars slamming on their brakes to avoid hitting her. No one in this entire area would try to hit a dog. Especially one that might damage their cars, such as Jazz. Once she made it to the opposite side of the street, she slunk through the crowd, not being as secretive as she might have should been. Her carelessness came with consequences as a child shrieked happily and ran at her. Jazz knew the vulnerability of the child, likely only two or three in human years. The mum of the toddler could be heard, stopping the human traffic as she pivoted, turned around, standing higher and yelling for her child. Jazz looked nervously at the baby as it held out its hand for her to sniff. It was certainly around the domestic dogs a whole lot to know that he shouldn't come up to an unknown creature and touch it.

Jazz was unsure of what to do. If she left, the child would follow, putting the mother into more of a frenzy. If she stayed, the mother would surely go into even worse of a frenzy. Jazz knew she could do neither. She began walking toward the sound of the crying mother and then stopped immediately. The child pointed to himself. "Tyson." Jazz glanced around. It was.... strange. Jazz glanced at the boy's mother and woofed. But within that woof, just for the heck of it, she stated her own name. Tyson smiled. "Jazz." Jazz was thoroughly shocked, but the boy needed no further leading. He doddled over to his mother, hugging her as she sobbed into his visibly soft hair. He gazed at Jazz, though, the whole time.

The fae turned and jogged away, pondering the boy. Whatever ability he had, she was impressed. He would not likely lose touch with his strange ways, but Jazz pushed it out of her mind. By the time he was even near to an appropriate age to play with, she would be much too old. Sighing, Jazz continued on, inhaling the scent of over turned trash. With the meal scent, two other canines had been here. But they had recently left, most likely going to a more appropriate place to find food. Jazz rummaged through the left overs and was not pleased. But she would not, could not, steal from the humans. Gazing around, she searched with her nose for better food sources.

[duke]

Huge golden brown paws landed with dull thuds on the pavement as the huge golden lab padded across the street. People bustled by, some in suits, some in pairs, some carrying shopping bags and others just crossing the street. Her eyes narrowed as she stepped off of the asphalt onto the concrete of the sidewalk. She dodged out of the way as a man swung a stick at her. With a deep growl she headed in the opposite direction. He was lucky that she had caught the scent of another dog. Her fur bristled as she caught the scent and then she saw the dog. A large dog was the other one...Grey-ish in color with the strong impression of a wolf. She moved towards the other dog as she delved into a trash can. "Who are you and what's your buisness here?" she said in her usual cold voice. She stepped forward, her fur still bristled.

[l Jazz l]

Jazz snuffled softly through the human refuse, overturning the disliked. It was clear that she was being watched, and it soon became known that her watcher was a female. Backing slowly out of the garbage, Jazz turned to face a disheveled Labrador. Jazz squinted at her. So this was the scent, eh?

"Who are you and what's your business here?"

Jazz tilted her skull at the cold voiced alpha. She glanced with clear occuli back at the left overs and flicked her aud back at it. Her calm manner coated her visual appearance-not a threat to this femme unless she was threatened. "I'm to assume you are the proprietor of these.." she glanced around. "Lands?" Jazz held her plume out behind her with her auds slightly back. She wasn't all too interested in what the femme had to say, but she would listen anyways.

[duke]

Cold brown eyes took in the appearence of the other. She seemed very wolf-like and she did not challenge her, which was wise of her indeed, seeing as if she did challenge her, she would in no way show mercy towards her. She took a few steps towards the dog and circled around her with her tail held high, her legs stiff, and fur bristling. She sniffed the dog up and down, all the while circling around her in a menacing manner. "Yes." she said, coming around to stand directly in front of her. "I am the alpha of this pack." she said, her eyes flashing. "And why haven't you answered my question?" she added.

[l Jazz l]

Jazz watched with skilled occulars as the femme glared. Her cranial rose slightly and Jazz stared down her nose at her. The femme's fur bristled with whatever emotion she seemed to hold. Jazz couldn't see if she was angry or paranoyed. She didn't seem like the type who enjoyed to have visitors. This certainly wasn't the place for naive or inexperienced, for curiosity would surely kill them.

"Yes. I am the alpha of this pack. And why haven't you answered my question?"

Jazz sidestepped slowly. This fight wasn't worth her time. She wasn't going to walk away a coward, however. She never did. She was just more of a peace keeper. "Congratulations to you, Alphess. So you have acuired more than just the city lands? There must be others to call yourself the alpha of a pack. Although I'm sure you know that." Jazz could smell the scent that lingered on the fae's coat. It wasn't her's, though. There must be more. "You ask why?" Jazz could have laughed, but she kept it to herself. "I answer to no one but myself unless I intend to. You are no more my ruler than I am yours. Aye?" Jazz flipped her tail into a curl and her auds flicked again, though never coming forward.

The lupin like femme continued to gaze steadily through her crystal colored occs. She wasn't intimidated. Though she avoided fights, she was an expert. She had a past that had drilled her into a modern day Spartan. This Alphess was not known to her, but she did not doubt that it was a fair challenge if that was the direction it took.

[duke]

Her eyes still held the flare of her anger, but her fur slowly lie flat along her back. Her tail was still held high with a kink in the middle of it as she watched the other dog with suspicion. "Yes. I have more dogs below me." her eyes narrowed as the dog kept talking. Her fur bristled viciously "How dare you...." she snarled, lowering her head and back into a crouch, ready to spring. "You mangy wolf who knows nothing of me and comes in here with no knowledge of me, nor does she have the intelligence to learn!" her snarl grew deeper and angrier with every word that she forced out of her mouth and such anger bubbled in her that she only contained the desire to attack this dog by circling her with bristled fur, kinked tail, stiff legs, and her face peeled back in a snarl.

[l Jazz l]

Jazz squinted her occs to slits of clear blue. This alpha was ticked off. Though not quite her intention, Jazz knew she was responsible. Her little use of words had angered the fae, for Jazz lacked the motivation throughout her whole life to thoroughly explain her actions. It was typically in this manner that she had acquired most of the victorious fights. No matter, Jazz was fearless when it came to canines. Death was not a frightening subject, but it was not wished.

"Yes. I have more dogs below me. How dare you.... You mangy wolf who knows nothing of me and comes in here with no knowledge of me, nor does she have the intelligence to learn!"

Jaz raised an eyebrow. How dare she? Jazz sniffed slightly after the caness. At the word "mangy", Jazz glanced at her coat. As far as she knew, it was fairly nice looking for not having the best diet lately. Human refuse was hardly great for a glossy coat. "I do dare. And me, mangy? Well, have you taken a look at yourself lately, alpha. If I stand here as a mangy wolf, what does that make you, a scrawny dog? At least I still contain the majesty of what we all once were. But you, you stand here and address me as if I am the dirt beneath your paws. Might I ask, how dare YOU?"

Jazz smirked lightly. If it was a fight this femme wanted, a fight she would get. But it would not be typical. Jazz had a feeling this femme was not maintaining her brain stability. Rabies, perhaps? Jazz wanted not to suffer mentally as this femme was. The bristled fur and snarled maw were fairly clear that this dog was mad beyond her own belief.

[duke]

A deep growl rumbled deep in the fae's throat. Her eyes narrowed as the dog remained calm, obviously unafraid by the fact that the other dog before her was inches away from slicing open her throat. "If you stand there to represent what we once were, than what a poor representitive for our ancestors you are!" she managed to spit out the words. "And if I am a scrawny dog, than you are near death." she hissed. She paused and crouched down, her tail kinked and her muscles tensed to pounce when the dog continued. She stood up and another vicious growl escaped her. "You are the dirt beneath my paws." she growled. "You are a worthless excuse for a dog. Or wolf. Whatever you believe you are." he lips peeled back in a smirk before she continued. "And if you believe what I say to be wrong, attack me then, and prove me wrong." she paused. "Prove that you hold any majesty that our ancestors once had!" she spit the words out, her legs shaking with rage and the urge to slice open the dog now.