Torture + Torment

The two males moved quickly and silently, in the drop off of Sasha and Dawn. Torture dropped the body of Sasha, uncaring and unfeeling of what happened to her. Sasha's body was soaking wet, as Torture had dragged her body through mud, muck, and water to rid her of any scent of Saydin. The once beautiful doberman was now a lifeless toy doll, no traces of blood evident on her face, but the broken jaw would suffice as an explanation as to how she died. Well. Except the fact that she still was lean like always, no fat, but certainly no bones sticking out either. Something wasn't right, something wasn't right at all. The scent of Torment was on the pup, and the scent of Torture would remain on Sasha. The two brothers had struck again, it would seem. Torture left quickly, leaving his brother to fend for himself. Torment gently set little Dawn down and whispered softly to her. Your going to be great someday. I hope to God, that you grow up to be just like your mother, instead of taking on your fathers personality. Little Dawn, I hope you do great things. Greater then anything anyone could ever hope for. He gave the pup a gentle nuzzle, and then loped off. Was Torment... A good guy?

Dawn

She was tiny. Dawn had not tried to fight as Torment had picked her up. Hell, she was a newborn, just hours old in the world. When she found herself removed from the warmth of her mother, she didn't cry out, she just hung limply in Torment's jaws. She shivered as she was carried to the alleys, through both the fact she was cold as she had no coat, and that she was frightened of what was happening to her. When Torment finally set her down, her little body felt the cold of the ground, and she whimpered, a pathetic noise that was painful to listen to because it was so weak and feeble. She felt the warmth of Torment, and that crying stopped as she listened to him. She was, of course, unable to take in anything he had said, and it was all nonsense to her, but it was a comforting tone, so she relaxed and calmed listening to him, and from the brief but gentle nuzzle. Then, he was gone, and the small pup sensed another not too far from her, but as she slid on her belly to Sasha, she felt the cold, lifeless body. A sorrowful, frightened cry started up, but it wasn't very loud. She needed a mother to care for her, now that her blood-mother was dead.