The Spoils of War

[DarkWolfLove]

This RP is going to start out as Private. But, if you like the flow of it and want to join, send me a PM.

The war was waged from sea coast to sea coast. Countries, cities, villages, and everything in between weren't spared from the bloodshed. These people were civilized, but when the war hit, they turned to savages. Raping, pillaging, theft, needless killing, and slavery were commonplace now. Soldiers hired by their respective employers weren't the only ones with weapons, though they stayed on top simply because they knew how to use them. Leaders were killed or hidden. The only thing running the countries now was money and death. And militaries had it all.

It was not unusual for soldiers to have "companions". Spoils of war. The places they ravage will either give up people for the slave trade, or they are taken. Either way, almost every soldier, from grunt to the highest ranking officer, can be found with some poor soul trailing behind as more are slaughtered.

It would seem an unhappy place, but even thunderstorms have flashes of brightness. Can there be a happy story found in this land of chaos and misery?

 

[Coyote Master Brutus]

Brutus perked his ears and peered through the blizzard. With a shiver he sighed, his breath visible even through the black mask he wore over his muzzle. Wiping the snow from his goggles he stood, disturbing the pile of snow that had formed over top of him. Most of the buildings around him were crippled and close to collapse, and this one was no different, his first step nearly sent him through the entire floor. Growling, he ripped his trapped leg back through the rotting floor and again peered out onto the city's formerly great skyline.

Clenching his rifle he decided now was the time to look for food. His stomach growled happily in response. He was a forward observer for the private military moving through the city, honestly he wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for. His thoughts rushed back to reality as he saw figures shuffling along the street below him. In a smooth, albeit rushed fashion he leveled his rifle and looked through the medium powered scope. With a soft groan he sighed and held his breath. His finger slowly squeezed the trigger, he heard the muffled shot and watched one of the three figures fall. The suppressed rifle barely gave any recoil, and Brutus quickly dispatched the two others. The Tyrell Cooperation now owed him a seventy-five credit bonus.

Again picking up his rifle, the soldier began his lonely walk towards the city streets, a little uneasy after seeing there were actually people here. A lump gathered in his throat, the thought that maybe those people had just been civilians. He hated this war, he hated everything about it. Right now though, the city was eerily quiet. The bulk of the cooperate armies had not made their way in yet, so Brutus steeled his will and pressed forward, foraging for scraps of food.  

[DarkWolfLove]

Larka easily trotted through the snow. She was a native to this part of the country. So she wore less than the intruders because her fur made up for the rest. The fluffy arctic wolf stopped and bent over to dig in a dark patch of snow. But there was nothing underneath, just dirt. Ever since the damn war started, she had also became a native to scavenging. The beaten up satchel she carried had a few military rations. Stuff she picked off of bodies of the invaders. She pulled out a wrapped stick of jerky and set to chewing it before starting off again.

The others said she was insane. It was a death wish to come out here. But she scoffed, ain't none of the soldiers gonna be out in this weather. They were all too cold-blooded. Like the lizards, they'd freeze as soon as one foot was put out. But the gunshots, as muted as they were, took her words back and shoved them down her throat. She tried swallowing the lump, but it just grew bigger as fear fed into it. She slowly hunched down and waited. She had moved the bag to beneath her body and used the natural colored cloak to conceal her brightly colored fur. Plain white would have sufficed, but the purple stood out as bright as anything.

She waited, seemed like hours. But she heard nothing else and stood. That's when she heard their voices. And it was right behind her. They laughed before knocking her unconscious with the butt of their rifle. The last thought she had before blackness was 'well damn, how am I gonna explain this to the girls?'

 

[Coyote Master Brutus]

Brutus sidestepped towards the bodies in the snow, checking every window. Slinging the rifle across his back he drew his pistol and began to search the bodies, he found a couple of rations on the frost-bitten bodies but nothing much more. At least he knew what his the enemy uniforms looked like now, either that or he had just fragged three survivors. With a sigh he knew it was the latter. Shaking off the fact he had just shot and killed three innocent people he decided to move up the street.

The blizzard was dying off, Brutus lifted his goggles and tugged down his face mask, getting a gulp of fresh, cold air. Now his nose could do a bit of work. Suddenly he heard voiced, and laughter. With a growl he holstered his pistol and made his way, almost in a dead sprint towards the voices. He slid next to a building and looked, picking up a trail of boots and a long drag line. Was one of them wounded? No blood trail. His mind moved quickly, surveying the scene of where the drag mark started. He found a few droplets of blood and a small body print. They had a hostage, but were they the enemy?

The coyote stalked along the trail, his rifle now firmly in hand. He hoped deep in his gut they were on his side, he was running low on ammunition and supplies. These stupid long-range patrols always turned out to be trouble. Brutus finally caught up to the kidnappers, and counted five uniformed troops. Whimpering he quickly went to ground, his white, splintered camouflage hiding the shape of his body on the snow-packed street.

He studied the group from far enough that it would be very difficult to notice him. Unfortunately, he could not pick up any significant markings on the soldiers to tell him what side they were on. Thinking quickly, he fished in his gear and recovered a can opener. With a smile, he threw it into a window that was somehow left standing, it shattered on impact, putting the unknown team on alert. 'That's right... come right this way.' Brutus whispered to himself, clicking the safety off on his rifle.  

[DarkWolfLove]

The troop of canines congratulated each other on their catch. They five slapped gloved paws against their comrades backs or paws. They celebrated until they heard a window smash. Two of them turned in the direction they walked from, one for each side peered through the waning snowstorm. And the leader, the one carrying Larka like a sack of potatoes, stared out into the beyond in front of him. Their breath was the only thing to betray their living state, everything else about them was still. Their eyes darted all around, until one of them spotted a familiar patch in the snow. It was the winter camouflage they all were given and used. "Hey! We're TC! No harm! Weapons down," one of them shouted to the one crouched in a snow drift in the middle of the street. No chance of being hit there, since cars were long since abandoned. They still worked, but that was like asking to be killed and robbed.

The five slowly made their way towards the figure. They recognized the camo for sure, but they didn't want to be caught off guard by a wolf in sheep's clothing. One of the braver - or stupider - ones moved even further forward. "We're TC. Lower the weapon?" He could see the business end of it just barely peeking through the small mountain of snow. He held his pistol at his hip, just in case, and eased forward some more. "We're just passin' through. Collecting some valuables, you know," he inclined his head to the unconscious body, but kept his eyes on the snowdrift. The soldier's mind raced as he tried to remember who was scouting in this area. "Max? Steven? Brutus? Angel? It's me, Spot." The guys behind him laughed at his nickname. Spot wasn't very original for a canine, but it fit. The terrier had just one dark spot over his eye while the rest of him remained pure white. "Just me and my guys looking for some folks, you know?"

 

[Coyote Master Brutus]

Brutus sighed and shook his head, holding up both gloves and standing up, "It's Bruuts." He growled. "You guys making enough noise out here? Could've stalked you from eight blocks away. And taking a hostage? Better be an enemy or I'll crack your muzzle Spot." He was agitated. That much was obvious, but these were people from his squad so he couldn't be too upset to see friendly faces. Something about the whole thing wasn't exactly right though. Being only second in command of the unit, his wishes usually fell on deaf ears, but hostage taking was a definite no-no, especially in this environment.

Nodding towards the body, "You know we don't do the spoils thing mate, use your head, not the one attached to your c**k." The coyote stepped towards Spot still holding his paws up. "What makes you think that whatever you took won't up and slit your throat while you sleep?" Brutus chuckled and slapped Spot on the chest.  

[DarkWolfLove]

The terrier looked bashful and his troop laughed again, all growly from the tension that eased away. The group gestured for Brutus to follow them, since they were heading back to their temp base camp. Spot was chatty, he was the one making all the noise before. Brutus's scolding didn't change that fact now. The pup opened up wider than a magazine bent backwards. "We used to not, yeah. How long have you been in the field, man? The higher ups have decree that we get as many... Friends as possible. Especially natives. We can coax them to our side and have more folks help us win." The rest of the group nodded an agreement in silence.

Larka had gained consciousness when they found another of their team. Now that the blizzard was done, her hearing was better. She should have been paying attention before, but the damned packaging of the jerky and the taste of the meat distracted her. Now, she used all her available senses to determine her whereabouts. There were six of them. Two with a limp, not sure how that happened. Most of them had been traveling for a while, their breathing was labored. But still they marched on. ******** soldiers, like robots more than anything organic or alive. Where were they taking her? One of them didn't like that she was captured, the new guy. Spot - she resisted the urge to laugh, in case the one carrying her notice the change - was a chatterbox it seemed. Friends? Natives being coaxed. Oh ********, these were the guys responsible for all the missing folks around the area. Death was normal, but people just missing was not. Not around here.

She decided to continue to fake her forced compliance. Maybe she was being taken to where the others were. She'd help them get out. ******** these guys. She was not going to be some army slave.

 

[Coyote Master Brutus]

Brutus sighed at Spot's response, he never really quite fit the mold as a soldier, but desperate times and all that. Using natives really didn't sit well with the young coyote, especially in this bloodbath. He knew to keep quiet though, he saw his Captain's beady eyes glare down on him, goddamn pit bull. The soldier checked his armor and gear, looking over at the captive, he saw her eyes darting about. She didn't seem exactly compliant with the situation. With a sigh he fished around in his pack and slipped a small piece of jerky next to her mouth, putting a finger to his lips to remind her to be quiet. After that he said or did very little, but his eyes never left hers, something seemed very wrong, and he believed it all stemmed from this captive.

The group continued their march towards camp. Brutus seemed to be the only one on edge, still checking every corner, every window. What the hell was wrong with his unit? Usually they were sharp and on point... could they really be burned out this badly?  

[DarkWolfLove]

The fingers at her mouth shocked the she-Wolf. It took all of her steely will to not reel her head back and growl. She had to remember to keep her body relaxed, these were soldiers after all. Trained in their specialties and handling of weapons. When they first came, she saw what they did. She was barely an adult then, most would have still considered her a pup. But the first month of the invasion ripened her up into a mature survivor. No room for pups in this world, not anymore.

The soldier, the new guy if she remembered correctly the way they fell into line, shoved jerky into her mouth. She'd have bit him and taught him a lesson or two about sticking digits where they don't belong, but he moved away too quickly for her to act. He pressed the fingers to her lips, as if further silencing her, and went back to normal as if nothing had transpired. She was not an idiot, and the fact that this meathead thought he was smarter than her... That made her quite pissy. She could kick some a**. Maybe not all the a** that surrounded her in the current moment, but enough that she would be satisfied still if one of them - the last one of them - shot her dead. But she had to help her people. Her neighbors and friends. If they were there. Hell, this could be an entirely different military all together. She didn't recognize the smell of any of the men, but that didn't mean they weren't from around the area.

The one carrying her jostled her a bit as he tried to get comfy. She was a tiny thing compared to most wolves, so she knew she wasn't that heavy. But still, she gathered all her will power and tried to be the heaviest she could be now. Even if he could make it, she wanted the pit bull to be as uncomfortable as ******** possible.

Spot, she could tell by his chipper voice, piped up and said that camp was just ahead. ********. 'Get your game face on, b***h,' she told herself.

 

[Coyote Master Brutus]

Brutus waited for all of the unit to enter the gate and offered to stand guard for the first shift, his stomach complained, but quickly silenced itself. The coyote watched the captive bounce around and a growl rose up in his throat. 'Never should've brought her in here, now she knows where we camp. Could very easily go find some enemy troops and bring them right down on us.' He saw his Captain turn around at his growl, to which he shrugged and looked away. "b*****d." he muttered.

With a sigh he lowered his goggles back over his face and restocked with some of the ammunition laying on the table. It would be an interesting night, that was for certain, although he was quite curious what they were going to do to the captive wolf. He shuttered, he hoped they didn't... take advantage of the outnumbered and overpowered wolf, but he also knew that's exactly what they were going to do. This stupid war. He kicked the snow with a growl.  

[DarkWolfLove]

Larka listened as a creaky gate closed behind the group. One split off, and then another, and another. Soon, it was just her, the bulky guy carrying her, and Spot. And of course, Spot just wouldn't shut the ******** up. "Damn, Brutus is all old-fashioned, ain't he sir? I mean, we just follow orders right? No harm here. It's us or them, right sir?" But the terrier was getting too excited about the whole ordeal. The she-Wolf kept her head limp and down, but opened her eyes. They were going down a hallway. Kinda clean, but their boots left dirty slush as they walked.

Left turn, more hallway, and then a door opened. A dimly lit staircase led them downstairs. Down here it was even worse. All concrete, and the cramped space smelled of fear, sex, and blood. Oh ********. She needed a plan and she needed it now. Spot began giggling. ******** giggling, and she could smell his arousal. s**t, so this is what they did? So much for military training, she was just some camp slut for them. The one carrying her growled as Spot began on some tirade about the things he was going to do. He wanted first, but the big guy was the boss around here. The pitbull would get first.

Another left and they stopped short at a door. Larka clamped her jaws shut to keep from gagging at the smell. It was old and strong and tainted with fear and agony. One minute, she was blinking back tears from the odor, the next she was in the air. The superior had thrown her onto a well-used and horribly filthy mattress. "Oh good, sweet cheeks is awake," the pitbull rumbled. Spot snickered like a ******** hyena next to his boss, after he closed and locked the door behind them. "Can't help but admire the view from where I had you, honey." His supposed compliment fell on flattened ears. Larka's hackles were raised and her fangs were bared. She was petite, but ******** deadly. They just laughed at her and fumbled around with their gear, intending to strip.

 

[Coyote Master Brutus]

Brutus sat back and sighed but perked his ears, a soft whistling grew louder. "s**t!" the mortar landed right in front of the gate sending shrapnel into the coyote's face. His goggles kept his eyes from being wounded, but he still fell backwards. He quickly stood and sprinted inside, following his nose towards where the prisoner was being held, blood leaking from his face. The soldier was staggering badly, his ears hurt like hell, he slid along the wall, leaving a small trail of blood.

"Boss? BOSS where the hell are you?" Brutus staggered forward as another shell hit. Spot was running the other way, Brutus took him by the throat and slammed him against the wall, "Where.. is... the boss?" He glared into the pup's eyes with a growl, slamming him against the wall, "NOT ASKING AGAIN." The terrier whimpered and pointed, Brutus let him down and growled, "Get to the surface, and gather the team, now."

The coyote ran and kicked the door off of its hinges, his rifle leveled squarely at the occupants, "We need to leave...n-" What he saw took the very breath from his lungs.  

[DarkWolfLove]

Neither of them had much gentlemanly-ness to them. Besides the whole kidnap and imminent rape thing, Larka just tsked and shook her head. Neither of them had the decency to completely strip. Just removed most of their gear and weaponry and tugged their pants down to about thigh level. Of course, they were both at the ready, but the gun being held against her skull took all of her attention. The pitbull snarled some vulgar command that involved her mouth and the things staring at her from between their legs. She grinned and retorted, "You sure? I'd be afraid of accidentally swallowing it, like a tictac." Bad idea to insult the boss, as he replied by pistol-whipping her. Her vision blurred, but she stayed conscious this time. "Do it again, sir," Spot the terrier chimed in. She glared at the smaller dog as she wiped blood from her muzzle. "Yes, do it again, sir, and see what happens," she snarled. He reeled back to do it again, and she moved.

He took too long to bring the butt of the gun against her temple. He thought he could drag it out and ignite more fear into her. They must do this a lot, but she would not cower as the others may have done. She launched herself at his throat, and sank her teeth into the soft flesh there. Spot yelped and stumbled back. Nope, no other hostage had done this. They were caught off guard, so they hadn't dealt with this sort of thing before. The pitbull dropped the pistol and scrambled to get a grip on the small she-Wolf at his throat. How had this guy managed to get such a high rank? He seemed barely competent in hand to hand combat. But maybe it was sheer will. She was fighting for her life and dignity. He probably did paperwork and kissed a** to get to the top.

Spot just watched in a state of shock from the floor. The man he called "sir" began fumbling. She was clamped down on his wind pipe. His breathing became shallow as he tried to pry her from his throat. He finally had some sense and grabbed her jaws with the intention of opening her maw. Instead, she squeezed harder and he screamed. Not very manly, but it was understandable. She tasted blood and felt something buckle beneath the pressure she was exerting. That was probably his trachea. He'd either drown in his own blood or suffocate from a lack of oxygen. His body crumpled to his knees on the floor. His hands searched for something, most likely the weapon he dropped or something to give him leverage. But even if he shot her, he was dead now. There was no way he'd get medical attention fast enough. She would be dead, but at least he would be too.

However, the pain never came for her. She leaped off of him as his body fell forward. Blood and gore dripped from her mouth. She turned wild eyes to Spot and stepped towards him, but he unlocked the door and ran faster than she'd seen any prey run. Coward. She turned her attention back to the dying pitbull and grinned. Time to make his last moments horrific.

The new guy, Brutus she recalled was his name, burst through the door just as she finished up. She was covered head to toe in his boss's blood. The coyote stared in awe at her work. She fought the urge to grin proudly, no sense in enjoying the moment if he was there to kill her in retaliation. Though, in the heat of her work, she didn't notice that the building was ready to collapse. She displayed her work with pride and vengeance. The pitbull was naked. Over every inch of exposed flesh, were deep and severe gashes, which Larka had done by hand. And the canine's genitals were a mass of meat. It was indistinguishable from what it was originally. The only hint for what it was prior was its location between the male's bloody legs. It appeared the same mess was shoved into the soldier's mouth. She had wished he stayed alive long enough to be aware of what she was doing, but the life left his eyes minutes ago.

She turned her eyes away from her handiwork and stared down the coyote with a sideways glance. "Sorry about that," was all she had to say. Another blast and she was knocked off her feet as the building shook.

 

[Coyote Master Brutus]

Brutus blinked and shook his head, looking up and down the room, "One in the chamber, finish the job." He threw her the pistol, but kept the rifle trained on her, "Point it at me and I drop you right next to him." The soldier was unblinking, blood still dripping from his face. Another shell landed, rocking the building, dust and rubble falling. "I want you to look into his eyes and finish the job."  

[DarkWolfLove]

Larka snatched the pistol from the air with one hand. She turned her body completely towards the coyote and stared at him. Her hand squeezed and flexed on the hard piece of metal in her palm. The boss was dead. Could this grunt not smell the death that settled over the body? No matter, he had a rifle trained on her. At this range, she'd be less than the pulp that was left of the pitbull d**k. She lifted a lip in a snarl and did as she was told.

She walked towards the body and kicked his bare foot with her boot, the punctures on his throat gurgled in response as the last of the air in his lungs blew out. She stared down at him and grinned. Her ears laid flat against her head. She'd paid him back in full for what he'd done, or tried to do to her, but the fury still burned in her belly. She crouched low and bent forward. She planted a kiss on his forehead and replaced her lips with the cold steel against his head. "If you'd been a gentleman and asked nicely, maybe it wouldn't have come to this." She laughed and then snarled. "Or maybe not." And pulled the trigger.