[C] That Wet Dog Smell

Master has brought Pandora to this new place where she says they will stay for awhile. Pandora is excited to travel like this, meeting new friends, even if it means she has to start wearing pants. It is a brisk, sunny afternoon and Master let Pandora roam around outside to get some much needed exercise and burn off all her excess energy.

Pandora sniffs around in the back garden, smelling all kinds of strange aromas from creatures she's never seen before. They smell like blood... Like flowers. Fake flowers. The hellhound is completely naked besides the pair of shorts she wares to cover her genitals per Master's request. She lays down beside a rose bush and starts rolling in the dirt to coat the aroma of mud on her body, less detectable. Good for protecting Master.

After rolling for a good two minutes she just lays there and lets the soothing breeze caress over her body, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she pants. If she had her tail she would be wagging it lazily. Days like this one were her favorite. After a few more moments a scent hits her nose that is somewhat familiar... Yet totally foreign. The hellhound's eyes narrow and she pokes her head up over the rosebush to investigate.

Alyosha stretched out under the shadow of one of the large trees scattered across the lawn.

Ostanki laid out with his head on the man's stomach, snoozing like a happy dog in the heat of the late afternoon sun.

Alyosha himself was content reading his book.

He held the book up in the hair, the muscles of his bare arms rolling under tattooed skin with each little movement as he turned the pages.

Today he wore a pair of jean shorts and a pair of converse. His shirt was folded up under his head acting as a pillow as his bound hair fanned out around him.

A man? What is this man doing here? Had he not seen she had claimed it as her own when she left her scent on those plants over there? Granted, Master didn't like Pandora marking her territory in her human form, but she couldn't just leave that spot unmarked!

A low growl rumbled from Pandora's chest, her flickering lime eyes peering through the bushes, glaring at the man. There was an animal with him too and it reeked, just another creature to not be trusted. If he didn't hear her warning she would attack, but Master said not to attack just anyone... So she would wait and see if he would flee at the sound of her warning.

Then she would attack.

Alyosha stretched out, stroking Ostanki's ear idly.

He was oblivious to Pan and her growling. He was engrossed in his book and enjoying the feeling of the sun on his skin and Ostanki's heat against his muscular stomach.

The scent of rotting corpses didn't bother him at all. Since he had gained Ostanki months ago, rotting flesh was a scent he had become accustomed to.

He turned the page again, blue eyes flicking over the words on the page.

The foolish man was ignoring her even when she was giving him a fair warning to leave! Pandora couldn't fathom why he wouldn't be horrified out of his mind, but he just sits there, all smug, looking at his strange bound tree flesh.

She would have to take drastic measures to relieve her new territory of this man and his smelly companion and that would mean showing him that she is alpha. Slowly Pandora creeps toward him, uncaring to the thorns scraping slightly against her bare skin. She has stopped growling, making herself even more inconspicuous to the oblivious man.

Once she feels she is close enough she crouches lower, as if to spring load herself and prepare her muscles to launch her body. With one forceful push against the dirt she pounces at the man and presses her body weight on him so his head is in the grass. Quickly she sits on his head, her thighs pressing against his ears, and she growls down at him.

Pandora turns her head up triumphantly, she has done good. Master would certainly be proud of her for showing this odd man who is the real alpha of her new home!

Alyosha gave a yell of surprise when something collided with him, covering his face.

He gave whatever it was a hard shove so it wasn't sitting on his face and smothering him any more.

The man sat up, Ostanki jumping up and yapping loudly as he did so.

It was a girl. A topless girl. She had been sitting on his face...

That was the closest he had been to a- The man flushed a little, eyes averting to the ground.

She yelps a moment when she's shoved off of him and growls louder. Once more she pounces and grabs the sides of his head, this time pushing his face into the dirt, sitting on the back of his head.

This would show him who's alpha! Once again her nose turns triumphantly up toward the sky, but she knows now to plant herself more firmly atop his head so she won't be as easy to push off.

He grunted when he was pushed down once more.

Ostanki yapped at the hound, nipping at her ankle to try and pull her away from his Master.

Alyosha, in the mean time, wriggled, arms lifting to grip the hound's hips, trying to pull her away from him. What was her deal? Why was she sitting on him.

Once more he managed to push her away and sit up again.

He stared at her with furrowed brows.

The hellhoud crouched low, growling up at this foolish man. He thinks he can challenge her! HA! She's twice the man he is! ...Metaphorically speaking of course.

Pandora barks loudly and runs up to tackle him again, sitting on his chest as she pushes against his face with her hands. All the while she is barking and growling, pressing her entire body weight down on him.

Alyosha was getting a little annoyed.

He didn't want to be rough with the woman; he didn't want to be rough with anyone, but she was provoking him.

When she pushed against his face, his hands enclosed around her small hips again, rolling the two of them over and pinning her down.

He stared down at her, his long blond hair falling down to tickle her face.

"Why are you attack me?" he asked through gritted teeth, though he tried to keep his tone as pleasant as he could. He didn't want to be violent.

She writhed around beneath him, braking angrily. He had pinned her! But how!? She was the alpha! He hadn't even marked this area!

She glared up at him and growled deeply, wrapping her legs around his waist to try and pry him off, but it wasn't much use. He was strong, she could tell.

She understood the word attack. Well that's what she's trying to do! And she wouldn't take commands from him anyway. Only her Master.

She snaps at his face with her teeth, and just barely misses.

His cheeks flushed when her legs wrapped around him.

This was the closest he had been to a woman in a long while. Years. It was the closest he had been to anyone in years.

Five years ago he would have taken advantage.

Right now all he felt was awkwardness.

"Will you stop?" he asked, shifting awkwardly. He didn't want to ahve to deal with a writhing woman trying to sit on his face all the time.

She continued to twist beneath him, panting hard now because he's pinning her down well. She didn't want to cave! Would he kill her? ...It didn't matter, she could defend herself!

She understands stop and though she is not following his orders, she stops twisting, to catch her breath. She makes sure not to keep her neck too exposed, not wanting him to tear out her throat. She growls low in her throat up at the man, her eyes flickering with anger.

She squeezes her thighs against his sides to try and hurt him, her hair a mess around her face and splayed out behind her head.

Alyosha didn't understand why she was so aggressive with him.

What had he done to her for her to act like this? She was thrashing and trying to hurt him. It confused him a lot and that clearly showed in his confused expression, blue eyes swimming with the emotion.

"Why are you doing this?"

He wanted to know why she was attacking him.

What advantage did she have to gain from attacking him like this?

She barks at him again, louder this time and pants a little harder between growls. Why was he making all this noise at her? She's used to Master talking to her like this, but what was he thinking? That she was human? HA!

...Oh... Right. She lets out a sigh through her nose and flops down limp, her head turning to the side. She saw the look in his eyes and he wasn't going to kill her, it was obvious. She was still peeved at losing this battle though, and as soon as he would let her go she would fight again!

Her lip pouts and her brow furrows. She looks annoyed, but she stays limp. Her Master would be so ashamed in her failure. Her expression softens to that of sadness as she thinks of Master being ashamed of her.

His eyebrows raised when she flopped down limply under him.

Was that it? Was she done trying to attack him for reasons unknown to him? or was she playing dead?

That was a common tactic with fighting.

He continued to pin her, staring at her silently for a few long minutes before slowly pulling away.

Would she attack him now?

She lifts her head when she feels him get off of her and looks up at him. A grin spreads across her face and she sits up quickly, only to yelp out in pain. She grumbles and looks down, lifting her breast to dislodge a small sharp end of a twig from beneath the skin.

She flicks it away and turns back to the man, flopping on her belly and crouching on all fours. With her bum in the air she glares up at him and growls again, baring her teeth, ready to spring into another pounce if he moves again.

He blushed and looked away once more when she reached for her breast.

Why was this woman so open? Nearly naked, touching herself inappropriately. He really didn't want to see it. It felt...intrusive. Being with a partner and watching someone touch herself like that were two very different things.

He cleared his throat and held up his hands in defence when she growled at him.

Was she going to attack him again?

She sees him put up his hands in defense... He seemed irritated. Like Master when Pandora insist they play longer when she doesn't feel like it. She lowers herself down on the grass and lays on her stomach, continuing to glare up at him.

He may have one this battle, but she was going to win the war, no doubt in her mind. She would have to keep her eye on this man, he was way too calm for her taste. No one that calm could pin her down like that... She would have to keep him away from her Master at all costs.

Her eyes darted from the man to the carcass dog and then back to the man suspiciously.

His eyes followed hers when they darted over to Ostanki, happily chasing his half-tail with small playful yaps.

Ostanki, at least, was at ease.

"He is Ostanki. My dog."

His partner besides Tuzik.

Dog, she understood dog. But that creature seemed far from a dog, it was rotting and smelled of death. She keeps her eye on the man and creeps slowly closer to this... "dog".

Lightly she bats at it's rear leg and pulls her hand away, waiting to see what happens and how it will respond. She makes sure to keep looking back at the man.

Ostanki fell over himself bounding around to see what had bat at his leg.

He writhed against the ground, tongue lolling out of his mouth. The pup gave a loud playful yap, tail beating against the ground in his excitement.

He really did look like the playful puppy that Alyosha was sure he had been in his original life.

The Necromancer smiled softly.

Her eyes widened slightly when the creature acted like a puppy, small and playful. She batted at it again, but gently this time. It had been awhile since she had last played with another dog and even though this one smelled like death, it was still a dog.

Or acted like one. Like her, a dog in disguise, her as a human and it as a corpse. She smiled big and played with the puppy on all fours, even letting him win sometimes by rolling over on her belly. In her human form she laughed to express her happiness.

Ostanki jumped into playing with Pan eagerly.

He liked playing. It was fun. Lyo played with him and Tuz played with him and now this woman was going to play with him.

Alyosha watched the two of them with a little smile.

Perhaps the hound-woman wasn't quite as bad as he thought she was when she first attacked him.

As Master had taught her to do with little animals she scooped the puppy up in her arms and nuzzled it, even if it smelled like death. She had dealt with death before, she grew accustom to it.

Pandora nuzzled her nose against the nose of the dead puppy and laid back in the grass, soaking up the sunshine once more, the puppy on her belly. She turns her head to look over at the man and lets out a breath through her nose, a little sigh.