A long groan could be heard coming from his lips, as a male figure could be seen falling back against the cemented ground, he would look up with large eyes as he took in the sight of the female Akita stepping over him. She gave no warning, and no hesitation as she lowered herself over him, pressing a knife to his throat as she gave a low growl. “My father gave you plenty of warnings...” The man would plead for his life now, his eyes searching the few other male canines in the room who seemed to just watch.

They were hidden within the depths of a warehouse, one her father used often to hide and transport various drugs and weapons brought in from Japan. “Please! I just need some more time!” He shouted, in hopes she might grant him mercy. “My father has given you nothing but time! How will this time be any different?” She shouted, running the blade down his neck, grazing the soft fur.

The buck was much taller and larger then her, but he was out numbered. He knew if he defended himself against her, the other canines would take him down, and he didn't dare harm the only daughter of Daisuke. “Just more time... It's all I need!” She narrowed her eyes upon him. “Fine!” She scowled, pressing the blade of her knife into the base of his antler, digging it in sharply and yanking the antler as she did so. She wasn't worried, knowing it would grow back, but it certainly would cause him a bit of pain.

“You have two weeks...” The buck let out an agonizing call for help as she pried the antler from his skull, blood dripping down his temple as he trembled beneath her. She tossed the antler to the side, along with her knife and let out a growl. “Look at you... You made a mess... A dirty little mess.” She shook her head, and stepped away from his body. She could hear the slamming of car doors outside, her father's reinforcements perhaps.

A tall, well dressed Doberman stepped in beside her, handing her a damp towel so she could dab the blood from her fur. “It's all over my dress...” She whined to Richter in a playful manner. He smirked, reaching for her coat and keeping in step behind her. “Shall I go buy you another one?” Her ears perked up almost at once. “Shopping? Oh yes, lets go.”

As the two descended down the length of a long hallway, she could feel the cool air coming in waves from the entrance. She could make out the familiar figures making their way towards her, mostly canines in well dressed suits, coming to clean up after her dirty work.

“He's alive... She gave him two more weeks.” The Doberman said out loud to few of the passing canines.


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Art by  Bludgeon

Character is Kyr Merquise and she belongs to me.