She dog entered, fur matted, ribs showing. She had once been a pretty demoness, all had changed since humans had shown her cruelity. SHe whimpered pathetically and began to scratch at the pound door, hearing the calls of others of her kind inside.

Setting: Outside the Pound

The obsidian overlord moved towards the door of the pound, casting a long, grotesque shadow upon the empty street. He had caught Hieroglyphics scent and had come to help free her. He was bold to try this stratagem out in the open, even if it was night. He cocked an onyx ear towards the vague flicker movement that could only be Nyscee and calmly lingered, waiting for her.

Physique:

Distract is an incredibly large wolf, some believe that he is a direct descendant of the dire wolf and although that is just a bunch of nonsense, Distract still likes to let them think that he is a dire wolf. He has huge paws; each equipped with five perfect switchblade-looking claws. His canine teeth are long, white, curved half moons that protrude slightly from his mouth. His coat is a thick, luxurious pure black except for two white markings, one on each shoulder, that look like a leaf. His body is more muscular than most wolves, causing him to be a little slower, but he makes up for his lack of speed with sheer strength. His legs are also slightly shorter than the normal wolf, too, but still he is the size of a large pony or small horse and towers over most other wolves. His tail is short and thick, as is customary for “true” wolves that are pure wolf. His strikingly blue eyes do not reflect light and appear to be almost human.

She-beast turned and a whimper escaped her. This beast was huge. He towered above her. lthough she herself was large for a cross, her pit bull blood made her look stockier and hardier. But wolf blood showed too, as she had the tail and eyes, as well as the sharpd poitned teeth and claws. She recovered herself and squared up, ready for a fight if need be.

Distract growled low in his muscular chest, irritated at Nyscee’s absence. He could not wait for her any longer. With a sigh he turned to the door and lunged. His sheer weight shattered the door inward. Now he was inside the pound. The pound came to life with a barbarian crescendo of canine voices. He loped smoothly to the she-beast’s cage and crushed its lock in his powerful jaws, trying to twist the cage door off its hinge. He stopped suddenly and growled again, hoping the she would understand that he needed her help to get her out of the cage. He needed her to throw her weight on the cage door. He would pull with his teeth. He stood silently, wagging his onyx tail, melting eerily into the darkness.

She beast nods in recognition. She runs to the back, then charging forward, land on the door. She pushed with all her might. Barking to alert the beast.

Fatale lopes into the dark street, picking up the scent of the brute, and pillars carry her to the wreckage of the once-was door. Femmora steps in side, lobes rotating, amber optics glinting in the soft, yet uncommon moolight that occasionally seeped through the barred windows. Uncommon large paws carry the small fatale through the prison hallways over to the overlord. Tail tucked and ears pinned as an appology for being late in coming, she grabs onto the framework of the door to aid in breaking it.

Once the door had finally wenched open, femora backs away, awaiting for movement or speech from the others. Eyes dart warily, uncomfortable to stay here any longer.

She-beast was free at last. She ignored the yaps from other canine around her. With a quick nod of recognition to the femme, she turned on her heel and fled out of the wreck of the door, pausing for a moment before bounding off iunto the darkness.
'Thanks!' She called over her shoulder

Crania cocked at the odd exit of the other fae. Confused orbs locate Distract with question, wondering if he knew why she left in such a hurry. She shook herself rid of the odd feeling in the pound, and without hesitating scrambled through the doorway, tail swaying, awaiting Distract.