[Instinct] Interveans

[Artemis]

Glossy coat shimmered under the electric lights above him. Icey eyes looked around the interior of the workshop. It was like a ghost shop. Machines had been left as though in status, the shells of cars still lay on the floor or around the catwalk, waiting to have doors or seats fitted. Only two or three of the cars had seats or upholstry. Some had large scratches down the side where dogs had previously sharpened claws by leaving deep scars down the side of a car. The pain on the older cars was peeling and falling off, having only one layer on. So far only one car could be seen to be finished, and was still in peak condition. The wheels spurks were shining, the black paint only covered in a thick layer of dust. It seemed untouched, even rust hadn't ventured forward onto the shassy or the metal inside the car. The oedometre read 0 miles and the gear stick was stuck in reverse. The keys were nowhere to be seen, as they had never entered the ignition.

Four pure white paws, like the snow they usually trod on, moved over the work floor. Large bushy tail was held high. It was tipped white, the rest being pure white. The husky looked around what lay before him, seeing it all as junk. His paws padded silently between the abandoned shassies, each as incomplete as the next. Ice eyes looked through the tools and machines. The convayerbelt had only two cars on, neither had wheels but both were painted the same shiney blue. Diefenbaker leapt lightly onto the belt. It wasn't moving, but the hundreds of paw prints and scuff marks showed that this was a well used piece of kit. He took his lesuirely time walking along, tail moving gently from side to side. Since he had not yet met his master and commander, the soldier in Diefenbaker had not kicked into mode yet. When it did, soldier he would be.

Almost pure bred husky, Diefenbaker's light paw prints hardly made any difference on the convayerbelt. His thick fur kept him warm against the slight chill that was wafting through the workhouse. He was used to much colder conditions than this, so he was still warm as toast in here. His blue eyes looked over to the clean, dust covered car. From his position on the convayerbelt, he bunched up his muscles, taking careful calculation. He leapt, landing on the car's bonnet. The dust scattered around him in soft sheets, drifting in clouds to the floor. He took the small leap to the car's roof, again moving the dust that had collected there. He stood on the car's roof before his haunches folded back, letting the husky sit in comfort, his tail tapping rythmically against the car's roof as he did so.

[»Cyanide]

Cyanide headed onto her land. She was heading toward the car factory, an area she had not yet explored yet. True, she knew every inch of this place and what was on it, but the car factory held a kind of curious and obsessive hold over her. She loved coming here and just staring at the shells of cars in mid production. While the others were just singed shells after the bomb exploded. Ears were lifted on either side of her head as she loped through the building. There were parts of the roof missing, exposing the battleship grey sky above and the fluffy white clouds. This place was rather chilly being as there wasn't much shelter in here, but it was adequate. Enough for her and her growing pack. Blades and pelvis rolled easily with each step, paws making a soft clicking noise on teh ground as she moved. Tail was held down low between her back hocks, swaying slightly from the motion of the gait.

As she rounded the corner, the scent of a brute hit her. Recognizing it immediately as a male, Cyanide smirked a bit and followed it to a brute sitting not too far off. From his physical apearance, he seemed rather nice looking, but Cyanide wouldn't jump to conclusions just yet. Her blue orbs were locked on him as she got closer and eventually slipped her haunches into a sitting position, bushy tail wrapping around her back legs, twitching on occasion like a cats. Forelegs came around to the front of her chest, keeping her upper body erect. Eyes locked on the brute as she smirked still and began talkign to him, keeping her tone flirty but yet meaningful. Tresspassers weren't well tolerated, but she would see. If he was a tresspasser, well she would attack him with out thinking. If he was wanting to be a part of her pack, she would be lenient.

"Hello brute. What brings you onto my lands? I am Cyanide, ruler of this Camrbidge pack," she said smoothly as she sat and waited for him to talk again.

[Artemis]

Not a great deal went through the head of Diefenbaker when he wasn't on assignment. Not a lot needed to go through it. Most of the time he was a hired hand, so assignments were all that took up his time. Always he was thinking of different ways he could succeed, differnent escape routes and different entrances. The most stratigical place to be in a room and the best place to be if a fight broke out. Since he was doing his traditional Diefenbaker act, he was at the moment thinking that if a fight broke out in here, he'd want to be either on this car, as a highpoint in the room, or on the convayerbelt. Preferably the converyerbelt as it spanned most of the room, giving him the oppertunity to move around the whole room easily and without hinderance.

"Hello brute. What brings you onto my lands? I am Cyanide, ruler of this Camrbidge pack,"

The sound of the slick voice caused the husky to turn. His dark ears moved twitched silently. They didn't move a great deal, as the were already pointed upwards. His tail swept off another cloud of dust, letting it settle around the car and the rooftop as he looked over at the collie. He stood up and casually moved down the windsheild and leapt off the car's bonnet onto the tarmac. He shook his coat free of the dust it had accumulated on the car before standing up straighter. What brought him, his duty. Of course, it was always the duty. Some could call it a curse, he just called it his duty, since this was exactly what it was. A duty for him to forfill, and he would until death or until the task was complete.

"If you are the leader, than I am your soldier. Diefenbaker, at your service, ma'am." He didn't bow, that would be over the top, but he did incline his head slightly. A sign of respect. Standing down from Cyanide, his front legs bent slightly, eyes turned slightly away from the leadess of the pack he was now membered of.