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It was very quiet under the bridge, serene almost. The sound of the rolling river, of which was about eight feet wide, made for a simple yet calming background sound. Within the shadow of the large piece of construction that spanned the bank a small red light embered to life. It glowed with the color of a cherry and then gently died back to black, a trail of smoke rolling from its end. With a sigh, a ploom of smoke hissed from between a pair of lips but even in the dark there was no mistaking the spot was occupied.

The fullness of spring could be felt now, it was the kind of weather that he adored. It really was a shame that he had to leave the area, he had always loved to see the myriad of flower colors that were known to dot the town and its surrounding hills this time of year. It was for the best, though.

He took another drag of his cigarette and glanced off to the side, his ears perked to an erect state to try and pick up on all nearby activity. His features were distinct, one of a few pitbulls that lived in the town, though if everything went well there'd be one less. His short fur was a splotch work of brown and white, not entirely unlike a cow's markings. His tail was not cropped and hung its meager length behind him, giving a light wag as the wind would pick up and stir over his features.

His visage held a host of piercings. A silver ring circled his septum like a bull and a spiked labret stuck from his bottom lip. Each ear had three red studs that traveled up symmetrically and stopped a couple inches from the tip. Every piece of metal was warn as a symbol of his independence from his family, of which all had greatly despised such marks of the flesh. They were a cause he had long since given up trying to make understand, and thus his abandonment had been solidified. Of course years had passed since then and he had been independent for some time. Unfortunately some major things had happened as of recent and thus his hiding was justified.

Over his shoulders hung a black leather jacket that was cracking and warn in from years of use, its chrome studs and buttons oxidizing. It laid open to reveal a white T-shirt, completely clean despite what some might have thought of him. A spiked dog collar held firm against his throat, a tag hung from the middle that read "Axe". It wasn't his real name, but it was what he preferred.

After a couple more pulls from his cigarette there wasn't much left and so he let it drop to the rocks and snuffed it with his worn down red tennis shoe. It was about then that there came a clattering of rocks off to the side as someone gingerly climbed down the embankment. A knowing smirk played over his mouth as he turned his gray colored eyes to the side to see who it was, though if he had to guess...

Suddenly a body flopped down onto the gravel that made up the terrain beneath the bridge trailing a miniature landslide. A girl, as it was plain to see. She gave a whine and cringed as pain shot through her rear and lower back, her paws a bit marked from the uncontrolled landing.

"You okay?" the pitbull asked and began to approach her. The girl quickly snapped to attention once she heard his voice and hoped joyfully up to her feet. She was every bit as interesting in appearance as he was, though in different ways. She was a pure white husky but her mane had been dyed as a rainbow that ended at the middle of her back. Each ear was dyed black as well and just like her friend, she had identical red studs in each that were spaced about the same as his.

While she was about as tall as him, closing in on six feet, her form was quite a bit smaller. In contrast, while she was athletic, he had a much more muscular, street-trimmed stature. A pair of blue jeans that had tears in the knees hugged her lower body well, accentuating her toned thighs and butt. Over her torso hung a loose fitting, dark gray tank top that had the sleeves cut low enough to show that she didn't care to wear a bra.

Her bust was modest, each breast being just perfectly proportioned enough to fill a palm, Axe's in particular worked very well. Similar to her friend, she wore a black, leather collar but instead of spikes there were rounded studs. Dangling against her throat was a bone shaped tag with her own claimed name: Leafe. Against her back was a large backpack that had every pocket packed with something, basic essentials for a long trip it would seem.

"I got everything you wanted!" she exclaimed, her large curled tail wagging about in a way that reflected her happiness.

"Such a good girl!" he replied and embraced her. Their lips met briefly and their arms came around each other's form. When they parted he brought a paw up to pet and scratch his blunt claws between her ears. She gave a low murr and closed her eyes from the treatment, ears splaying back as she attempted to nuzzle into his stroking paws. His palms traveled down her multicolored mane to her back and gave an affectionate pat.

Given the chance she shrugged off the heavy bag and handed it over. In his possession he regarded it's size and weight before he set it on the ground and opened it up. After a minute or so of inspecting its insides and double checking the effectiveness of the girl, he concluded that she had done more than a good job. There were a couple extra items hidden within that spoke of her thoughtfulness.

"Are you...going to be leaving again?" she asked sadly as he zipped the pockets back up. He glanced at her for a moment and then slowly stood.

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