Why has he come here? he really didn't know. The place stunk of humans and cats and ontop of that, he was very close to teh pack that wished him dead.

Oh well, nevermind that for now. They were not too close anyway. Since he was there he choice to stay, mine as well take a look around, he may need the information some time.

He walked slowly and silently, mostly be alleyway. The thundering cars made him uneasy and the alleys comforted him, easy choice there.

Aaka was heading back to her pack when she saw Rocky Road. She growled low and deep knowing exactly who he was. Her growling came closer to him and she said in a low and dangerous voice "Well well well. What do we have here?" she was an allie of the Shadow Lurkers. And dangerous. Very dangerous when provoked. Right now she was ticked. And she wanted a fight really bad

Passerbys had noted Rocky Road's entrance into the city limits. They didn't favor his look and instantly judged him as a dangerous fellow. Poundworkers were called at once.

By the time Aaka found and approached Rocky Road, a van was rolling up behind the two, going slower and slower. The driver of the van tried to come up along side of Rocky Road without frightening him off...

Rocky Road turned out of te alleyway and into the sidewalk for a cut across the street, but the sight of a wolf stopped him. One whiff of her scent knew he was up for a fight, Shadow Lurkers was strong on her. He showed no fear, and in fact smiled. He too wanted a fight, but for different reasons. Though it may of only been a day, it has been too long since he last had his chance to sink his jaws into some canine flesh.

He snarled in his laughingly way and changed his course towards her, her words only provoking him more. Another sound came to him, and he ignored it at first, too engaged into the upcoming fight. But the next moment he closed his mouth in thought and whriled around, already knowing the sound that came towards him.

The dreaded beasts, were they coming back for him? Or more likely they were other humans. His gigantic size increased as he bristled and growled at the van, though he still kept a watchful eye on his next oppenant. Though in normal occansions, he would of ran, not wanting to give them a chance to bring him back to the dark. But he could not leave this fight, he wanted to feel an animal fight in pain underneath the will of his jaws..

Aaka saw the humans and backed up slowly. She said softly "Meet me at Galars Marsh. Alone. I will be waiting. Dont worry if there is another there with me he wont be allowed to join the fight." she turned quickly and left silently not wishing for the humans to see her. She had just helped kill one man and brutalized another. Great. She was in trouble now

They hoped that Rocky Road had been distracted by Aaka long enough. When they were close on him, the man driving stuck a noose pole from his window and tried to quickly slip it around the canine's neck and pull it tight.... They would search for Aaka later.

His floppy ears twitched towards Aka when she began talking, and his glare towards the humans dropped so he could turn it towards her. He growled loudly and spoke just as softly, "I'll be there, just you wait"

The next few moments went by quickly, too quickly. Aaka bounded away, Rocky Road turning to the same, though the opposite way from her. But just as he turned a new thing ame into his sight, a rather supicios looking rope. He growled, knowing exactly what it was, but way too late.

Just a tenth of a second before he lunched backward out of harms way, the stupid thing caught on his furry ear. It tightened rather quickly, not giving the ideal catch, but enough for now. It closed over one ear and went diagonally across his face, resting right behind his muzzle. The stitution was not at all comfortable, the bit closest to his muzzle made it awkard to growl or anything (though he could do it) and the other side rested painfully on his tender ear.

He growled as loudly as the contraption would allow him and at once gave the traditional first reaction. He lunched backward until he was on his hind feet, his eyes closed in the pain it caused him, but that did not matter right this moment. His front paws pawed the air, and if the human wasn't stablilized, the sudden pull from the massive beast might of knocked him over. He continued to struggle for quite some time, and if no resistance was made from his captor, he eventually stood still for two seconds, maybe long enough for him to fix is catch. But then again... he may of liked his captives suffering in more ways then one; many of the humans he was associated with enjoyed giving him as much pain as possible.

A gruff laugh rolled out of the man's mouth as he saw the position of the loop around Rocky Road. Here was one of the not-so-nice dog catchers. He tightened the rope and yanked back to cause his captive more agony. With his seatbelt on, he was safely held back in his seat; and his hands firmly grasped the pole, ensuring Rocky Road wouldn't get away all too easily.

A man in the passenger seat hopped out of the van and strolled around to where Rocky Road was being held. A muzzle was quickly slipped over him as the noose was carefully and skillfully moved back. Having delt with many viscious canines, these two were efficient. Once the muzzle was on and the noose was positioned over the neck, they hauled the hybrid, fighting or not, to the back of the van. Once he was jammed into a cage, the van bumped along over poor suspension and pot-hole filled roads. They took Rocky Road to the Fenced Runs of the Nefaryous Labs.

Rocky Road snarled again at the man's laugh, but it was cut off by the position of the loop. The rope tightened and he bayed in a new surge of anger, and a tad bit of pain. He again rasied on his hind legs and thrased at the door with his front legs. he dropped again and thrased his head, but not as long as the first, the captor yanked on his pole and he could not help but yelp, a strange vocal coming from the large beast.

The other man came by, but it didn't matter how much he dodged and twisted, the muzzle came on. Before the new comtrapton was on his white ivories reached to crush the man's hand, but any grasp did not last long before he got the muzzle on and the loop to its ideal place.

They began pulling him and he promptly sat and scraped his claws against the street, but again in vain. His main weapon, his teeth, was shut off, he could not get ontop of the beasts, and his claws were no good. As he was put in the cage, the men not bothering to take anything off, the realization only came to hard. He was back with the humans, he was going to force to fight again. Or was he..?