Bruder?

[Gunter]

This was not right... no...

Small, compacted paws churned the dead leaves that littered the corners of the valley Induske, the beast's sensitive skin carefully hidden from the sun's death glare in the shade of the trees. Though the light could neither seer nor burn him, he still felt uneasy, nervous...

He was alone again...

But how? Where could Addy have gone? Why would he leave, was the more important question... growing more and more frightened by the moment, the vaguely canine figure paused in his once frantic trotting sort of lope, skidding along the dead foliage until his form ceased movement entirely. Sea green gaze took a good glance around one last time, the shadows and trees revealing nothing that the hound sought, before he finally gave in. Long head tilted back, blunt muzzle pointing toward the skies and powerful jaws parting slightly, piercing the skies for miles with a high-pitched cry. It echoed off the mountains, ran all through the valley and bounced from tree to tree. Yet, not even a squirrel or deer bothered to flee before it, despite knowing it came from the depths of a hellhound.

It was not a sound to be scared of, that's for sure...

Despite his efforts and the mere severity of the cry, no return would carry over the sunset horizon. Addy would not answer... and he was alone again...

Leveling his long, slender head, the hound simply stood there for... minutes, statue still with the exception of abnormally long, floppy ears, currently perked and twirling about in a vein attempt to hear a response. Every other inch of his elongated form stood like stone, eyes trained forward almost blindly, long tail resting casually on the ground, the spaded tip limp and lifeless...

He simply would not accept this, accept that Addy... had left him...

Alone...

[Malice]

The bull elk; a large bovine critter that roam woodland areas. In todays case we find him stalking a butterfly...

A paw went down on the ground clawing at it as air was forced from the female's nose. This cabbage moth had been terrorizing the flowers of this area for long enough. The 'bull' lowered her head and charged the sunflower it was sitting on. There was a snort as legs and 'antler' became tangled in the flower. There was a grunt and a snap of jaws. The poor cabbage moth disappeared inside the female canine's jaw.

She tried to chew but swallowed the fluttering insect instead. While the cabbage moth slid down her throat, there was a cry. The elk was up to her cloven paws. Tail went high as she growled. There was something stalking her harem! From her throat a loud bellow went out from her throat, though in true it was a scratchy warning howl.
Hooves pawed at the ground waiting for the enemy to show itself...

[Gunter]

He honestly hadn't been expecting a reply that didn't belong to his brother and the sudden knowledge that someone else was in the area was enough to make the statue crumple. Crouching in his position, the elongated hound scampered about in a quick circle or two, coming to a stop with long ears back and his stomach in the dirt. The rough texture irritated his pink skin through his abnormally short coat but he seemed not to notice, sea green gaze focused westward, the direction from which the cry had come...

Who else could possibly be here?

Maybe Adolf was playing a trick on him. The older hound was prone to such games. Maybe he was disguising his voice, making it down more high-pitched and generally... strange. But how could Addy's deep, throaty, bellowing roar of a howl turn into such a screechingly painful sound? The white canine's better judgment told him that whatever had answered was not his brother...

But his better judgment was not in control of his paws and he'd already been on his way toward the strange creature by the time such a thought crossed his tender mind. Not only was he on his way but he was more than half way there. He could smell its- no, her harsh scent, despite the distance between them. His nose was good like that...

Yet again, he stopped however, still a stones throw from the unidentified creature and out of sight, luckily. He should return her call... better than sneaking up on her and risk an assault. Raising his long slender head, the hound cried out again, only much quieter this time as his target was not very far away, trying to keep the tone steady in an attempt to hide his fear...

[Malice]

The hound stood tall waiting for the creature that was stalking...dark eyes blinked as she looked around. Her maw gaped open in a look of disgust as she licked her lips. There was this awful taste in her mouth...
Eyes looked back on her body and yelped, "Where'd my wings go?!" she yelled doing a circle like a dog chasing their tail.

The female stopped wide eyes as her ears fell off either side of her head. Someone was calling on the wind. It was the same voice as before...before? The antlers came back back as she pawed the ground again taking a step. Her hooved pounded on the ground in a warning again...as she went to lay down on the ground.

Her head rested on the floor as her legs press against the sides of her body. Head moved to this side and that. A pink tongue licked at the air, slowly. She couldn't pick up anything. What good was that Jacobson's organ?!
The female's head moved to the side again as she sniffed, this time with her nose. She blinked again, Why am I on the ground?

There was quite as she got back up and looked around. What was going on...? Wait there'd been someone else out there. Remember they had a gift for the head stallion. She snorted and pulled herself back up with a cocking posture and grin. Her tail swished and she shook her head turning her mane from one side to the other. "You may enter the herd Mister President." she 'whinnied' to no one.

[Gunter]

Hoping his warning call would alert the stranger to his presence, the hound continued onward. more like his legs moved his slender form forward while his mind screamed to go back. Whatever has answered him didn't sound very friendly. Why the heck was he going toward it?!

The short answer: he was curious.

He was too young and had yet to grow out of his puppy-ish curiosity. So he desperately needed to know what this strange creature was. It's scent was nothing he'd ever tasted before and the howl even seemed too odd for it to be a simple normal being. The human smells mixed in with her scent, the chemical smells to go with it, the simple oddity of the whole situation...

She must be a hellhound...

Just like him. This new realization perked the white canine up a bit, making him almost excited to see this new being. Though, as his form glided through the trees, he almost walked right past her. But the sound of her strange voice made him skid to a haphazard stop, short claws digging into the dirt for a moment and his back legs slipping clumsily, throwing his lower half on its side. Trying to right himself quickly, the male hound stared wide-eyed at the female to his left, looking rather odd with his paws slipping about and all, the movement causing him to stutter...

"W-What?"

[Malice]

Noise! What was it? Her head tilted and her muzzle turned to both sides. There was nothing to either side. The female twitched, where was the gift? Her head fell, eyes falling on white. White? Was that a natural growth? Whatever happen to that cabbage moth...wait that was an animule!

She whinnied again, a half whine bark thing. It spoke! It was an animule! Her muzzle pulled back into a grin then fell. There was this gurgling sound from her throat...
"Where'd you come from?" she asked looking over the long creature. Her hooves took her a step closer as she sniffed at the air. It was a male...too young?

Her tail went up along with her head. "Kitten!!" she yelled and came closer and without any hesitation started licking the white hound's face.

[Gunter]

Suddenly overtaken by nervousness yet again, the hound gawked blatantly at the female, his eyes stretching wider when she turned to look straight at him. her eyes scared him, the colors unnatural and the glare only making it all worse. They seemed to pierce his short pelt, travel right through him and into the mountains behind. Thoroughly distracted by those eyes, he ceased his scrambling for a moment, unintentionally pausing in an awkward position with all his weight shifted to one side...

"I-I-ah..."

His mind struggled to find an answer to the female's demand. where'd he come from? He honestly could not remember and a pang shot through his narrow white chest.

But his thoughts went no further, all actions, all ideas and opinions all cut short when his weight shift proved too great. Having slowly been falling to the side this whole time, gravity finally won out at this point and the hound fell over suddenly, his lower jaw colliding with the ground almost haphazardly, the impact sending his hat sliding along his forehead to rest covering one eye. mentally, he immediately chastised himself for looking like a moron but a strange sensation drew his attention back to reality...

Was she licking him?!

Obviously, the male had not really been expecting that and could only stare at the female wide-eyed from his spot on the ground as she ran her tongue over his short fur, tickling the pink skin beneath. Though tempted to laugh, he suppressed it to a broad grin of sorts...

"Teehee... That feels funny..."

[Malice]

There was no reply from the critter as her tongue went over short white fur. Her ears kind of flickered a second before falling back to the sides of her head.

"Teehee... That feels funny..."

The male spoke again. Her tongue stopped in mid-lick as she stood back straight up. Maned head tilted as her dark eyes stared at the little white thing. There was a debate on her face before her lips pulled back, "And you taste funny." she said with a he-haw on the tail of the words. Her short tail wagged behind her like a young lamb.

The hound grinned before lying down carefully. It didn't last for long as she rolled over on her back and kicked at the air. Head and back rubbing against the ground as her legs moved with the crazed movements. Her legs fell, hitting the ground where they pointed in the long white hound's direction. The female's face again stared.
"I'm Malice." she mewed with a half open maw. Her eyes rolled back in her head and the gurgling sound came back...

[Gunter]

Not bothering to sit up, the male hound remained where he was on the ground, pleased that the female chose to lay down with him rather than making him stand. All this standing up, falling down and running around was doing nothing good for his poor back. Nor was laying on the ground with his bum in the air. So, once the licking had stopped and he had a moment to himself, the white canine sort of fell to the side, his body hitting the ground with a thud. Not a painful thud, more like a lazy haphazard thud since the brute was merely repositioning himself...

Now laying comfortably on his side, white jaws lit up with a charming sort of smile, one compacted paw lifting to pull back the green hat upon the hound's elongated head, uncovering one eye and allowing him to get a clear view of the female. She was very strange looking, he could not deny that. Almost as strange as he was! Her ears were kinda long but pointed, her legs lengthy with hoof-like claws on them. He waggling tail was just the opposite, very short but fluffy in a way the male could only imagine his tail to be. Most notably, her pelt was green, like a gentle sea/minty green. That instantly got her brownie points with him...

"Hi, Malice. I'm Gunter..."

He paused momentarily, letting the name fall into place. Malice... hm... seemed like a mean name considering how nice she appeared. Then again, his name meant "War army", which had absolutely nothing to do with him or the way he behaved... best not to judge the poor thing...

"Um... You wouldn't happen to have seen my brother, would you?"

His question was... tentative. For starters, Addy was very protective of his identity and might not like Gunter telling a complete stranger. Then there was the strange behavior coming from malice. Eyes rolled back, gurling... very strange indeed. Enough to make the young male a little nervous but not enough to let it show on his off-white face...

[Malice]

The female drooled as he introduced himself. Gunter? She found it nice and added it to her growing collection of words. This one was a new. The hound blinked and licked her lips. Why am I... she didn't finish the thought taking in the creature that was lying in front of her. His body was long and his tail just. His legs were short, but his snout long. Strange...hey he had clothes! Her eyes went to his hat and scarf...okay...

Again she blinked and looked about. Her brown eyes switched emotions from witless to something else. "Brother?" her head lifted with her words, "He wouldn't happen to be your hot older brother would he?" The female's muzzle split back in a big smile as she shook her head no.
"You're the first hound I've seen." she answered, "If I'd seen your bro I'd without a doubt know."

Her short tail thumped the ground as she stretched her long legs out in front of her body, "He leave you here to get something?" she said with a brow raise, "Or someone?"

[Gunter]

Gunter couldn't help but laugh aloud at her accusation, bringing up his paws to clamp his jaws shut a bit in an attempt to keep the noise down. His brother was pretty good looking by most hound's standards with slick fur and interesting markings. His face lean, his ears pointed and his tail long and luxurious. Then again, Gunter was certainly not one to judge...

But he silently nodded anyway, redirecting his gaze back up to look Malice in the eye. There was a moment where he just sort of stared blankly before looking away finally, his ears laying back and his tail falling to the ground limply...

"I dunno... where he went... or why. he left while I was sleeping..."

((Sorry this too so long and is so short. I've got a bunch of chores I gotta do... I'll be back in a bit.))

[Malice]

((no worries))

Malice laughed some at the younger hound. What was he to know? It was his brother...
The hound nodded and she snuffed another laugh. His eyes came to hers to linger. Her brown eyes watched without any sign of uncomfort till his finally looked else where. She noted his ear and tail change. Hmm...

The female's head tilted to the side at his words. "That wasn't a very nice thing to do." she said moving. The blue and green hound sat up, normal lay on her stomach rather then side. Forelegs were close to her body as she crawled closer to Gunter.
Her scarred head square on him, "Is there anything I can do for you?" she said licking her nose as her head went to rest on the ground. Her tongue again flickered, trying to sniff the air...

[Gunter]

((Wow... More chores than I originally expected. o.O))

Malice's seemingly innocent question made the male hound think a bit, his gaze resting off to the right mindlessly.

Why had Addy left him anyway? Where could the older hound have gone? Why wouldn't he say he was leaving? It was all such odd behavior for him. he was usually diligent, making sure he didn't worry Gunter, particularly when doing mundane basic things like taking a leak. But Adolf had been gone at least an hour by now, which was very much unlike the navy blue hound...

Drawn out of his thoughtful daze by the sound of movement, Gunter redirected his gaze, sea green orbs landing on one particular blue and green face...

As if ressurrected by the female's mere words, the white hound lifted his head suddenly, his usually drooping ears suddenly perking in a very cartoonish sort of way, like Bugs Bunny or something. Behind him, his lengthy tail waved suddenly, kicking up a little dirt as the spaded tip dragged along the ground. brows raised, his expression went from one of confusion and disappointment to a sense of hopfulness only a child could muster...

"Would you help me find him?"

[Malice]

The blue and green hound eyed the other hound. His face rolled through several different emotions. She could do that too! Her brows lifted at his question. To help or not to help...hmm...
Her black nose flared a bit as her upper lip twitched, debating. Well if she helped him there was another male who might know how to handle himself, if not she was on her own for finding one.

Brown eyes watched him as she gave a soft whine. "I'll help Mister President." she said whinnying again. Slowly she got back up to her hooved paws. Her posture was someone else. Tail swishing behind her in long, slow movements, trying to be a horse's tail.

Head cocked to the right, "Ah...where we going to start Gunter?" she asked if what she had said before hadn't came from her mouth. A forepaw dug at the ground as her tail when up white-tail style. Head again turned looking at the male curiously.

[Gunter]

Too excited by her agreement to notice the strange title he was given, the white hound lept to his feet as quickly as his form would allow, which wasn't very due to a bad back and stiff joints. Still, he showed no signs of pain when he rolled onto his feet, stranding straight up with a smile on his white face, long tail waving behind him gracefully.

"You will?! Oh, thank you Malice!"

Slapping the ground with his compact forepaws, the younger hound dropped to a cute play bow before colorfully prancing around behind his new found friend, long ears waving comically with his cheerful head movements. Coming to rest on the other side of the female, Gunter paused thoughtfully, sea green gaze staring about at the trees around them...

Where to start... where to start...

"Um... Well, we were sleeping down that way...'

He paused, lifting a small pink-tinged, thinly furred paw to point in the direction in which he'd originally, come only to let it drop a few moments later.

"...but I obviously came up this way and didn't see him... So maybe if we go that way..."

Trailing off a bit at the end, his attention shifted from the way he;d come to the way he would've been going had he continued, toward the gentle sunsetting over the distant hills. There was no real logic behind his speculation but it was at least a place to start...

[Malice]

"Of course I will, you said your brother was hot." she said watching him prance. It was kind of like watching a weenier dog, "Cute and hot shouldn't be separated." Her head turned when he came to stand at her other side. She watched his paw raise and listened to his explantion.

He drifted and she followed where he was looking. Was that the direction he'd come...was going? Large eyes looked up to the darkening horizon. Her short tail wagged.
"Well alright. I'll go with you where ever you plan that to be." she said looking back down on him, "But I don't know what we can do once the sun falls, less we find his scent." She liked that idea.

"Your bro, look something like you?" she asked with a smile, "Cause I think he's going to need a phone book later on."

[Gunter]

Studying the sun set, or at least that general direction a moment, Gunter fell silent, his expression calculating. It would make little sense to back track so going back the way he'd come would be pretty pointless... but what's keeping Adolf from going the other way, as in traveling east down the valley as opposed to the west where they were about to search. Leave it up to Malice to bring forth a good idea...

"Scent! Of course... If we go back to where we were sleeping, maybe I can pick it up... or at least figure out which way he went. After all..."

He paused, poking the tip of his muzzle with one paw proudly...

"...this thing isn't only for show. Might as well use it."

Though too modest to admit it, Gunter was notorious for his sense of smell, which easily surpassed the keenest of the human dogs, even the bloodhounds. He could find a needle in a hay stack just by scent... from 100 yards away. Happy with his new logical plan of action, the white hound turned eastward, the way he'd come but paused to look over at Malice...

"He actually looks very little like me..."

Beginning to walk down the path he'd taken to get there, the male continued describing his brother mindlessly...

"He's taller, much taller but he's got a long body like mine with a long tail and a spade at the end. His fur is blue with a white face, chest and paws and sliver outlining all his markings and stuff... and spikes down his back, like mine but longer. Then there are the horns on his face and his really long foreclaws. Oh! And he has pointed ears and gold eyes..."

[Malice]

Eyes watched the little white hound. So, it was a good idea. Wel that was sweet. He spoke about going back the way he came. She gavea soft laugh as he pawed his nose. well, yeah he could put it to the ground and sniff.

He paused a moment, looking at her. The new made her head tilt like it'd done a couple times already. Looked very little like him? Well, that could help...
He started walking and rattling off his brother's appearance...

"He's taller, much taller but he's got a long body like mine with a long tail and a spade at the end.

Taller, well there was a plus already. That long body and tail could make things interesting. Her hoof-paws picked up and she fell into a trot near the other hound.

"His fur is blue with a white face, chest and paws and sliver outlining all his markings and stuff... and spikes down his back, like mine but longer."

He had cool sounding markings.

"Then there are the horns on his face and his really long foreclaws. Oh! And he has pointed ears and gold eyes..."

Long foreclaws...the better to hold her with. The female giggled, she was getting herself all riled up for a phantom dog. "I think you were right. He does sound hot Gunter." she said, "I hope we find him. Wouldn't want him to be cold tonight..."

[Gunter]

Picking up his pace in order to keep up with the much longer stride of the female beside him, Gunter smiled widely when Malice seemed to approve of his brother's appearence. It seemed like she'd like him, most females did, which was always nice. The more the merrier, he always says, though Addy seems to disagree.

His brother's a little... anti-social. In fact, that'd be the only thing worrying Gunter at the moment, though Malice seemed laid back enough to deal with Adolf's impending discomfort with her presence. The snide remarks and often cruel jokes might be another story...

Pausing in his thoughts to crawl beneath a dead log, the male hound's gaze shifted toward his companion, whom was certainly tall enough to simply step over the obstacle. Well, he would certainly hope the two would get along. And, even if they didn't, Addy was usually kind enough to let his friends stick around, even if they didn't exactly get along... because Addy was good like that.

"Me too... I don't know what I'd do without him..."

Shifting his gaze to the ground, Gunter resumed his walk toward the clearing where he'd last seen his brother, whom he was beginning to miss severely...

[Malice]

The white fellow went under a log. That was handy alright. Malice on the other hand paw, stared at the log a minute, stopping her stride. Her tail remained up as she jumped on it. Her unnatural paws slid a bit, but not enough to make her fall off. The female stood tall on the log. She gave a soft bark, trying to make the sound of a beating goat...mountain goat.

Gunter spoke again causing her break out of the trance. She jumped off and ended up walking with a limp. Malice came up along his side with her head low so she could speak with him, "You've never been alone before?" she asked even though with his appearance it couldn't be true, "I was told by one of the older creatures while I was within my steel cage, that I had a brother. I never got to meet him..."

Her head went up looking at something else, "Probably a good thing...I mean look what happened to me..."