London Calling

The shaggy grey dog hybrid padded slowly into the place that reeked of humans and canines, he snapped and snarled, jumping at a dog within a cage. He was trained to fight, and he had not since is last home, so far away from here, the other side of the country. His owners had been raided, and before the police came sent him, worth a lot of money to stay with a dog fighting friend. There had been an accident and he was let loose. Now he was wandering, looking for a fight. He barked, growled, snapped and snarled, the wire mesh straining to hold against his huge frame. He had been taught, fight, win=Food so now he wanted to fight for food. He watched as the dog cowered. Fight you filthy coward! He barked, his teeth glistened. Any good fighter would pay thousands for him, he was from a long line of fighters, trained, an vicious, never backing down.

*Mustar*

At the end of the runs, near the door to the Laboratory, a dog heard London. With a deep snarl, the creature stood up on long, almost slender-looking legs. His coat was brindle with coarse, slightly curled hair. His muzzle was long but surprisingly wide and topped by black, cropped ears that pointed up like two perfect little triangles. His dark hide was littered with many scars and very well muscled. Around his neck was quite the unfair advantage; a wide metal collar with sharp spikes that pointed out.

He was a selective mixture of breeds, put together to survive not only the harsh and diverse climate here, but also the unusually agressive predators that lurked around. He was Mustar, the Lab's newest guard dog. With a low but very audible bark, he demanded London's attention, "You seem to have a fighter's spirit, am I correct? You'll do well by my masters." Mustar stood calmly, but his whole body was atuned and ready to spring into action. He loved a good fight, but knew his masters would probably settle any dispute soon enough.

London Calling

He snarled, his dark ivory coat standing on end, his teeth bore, he barked firmly, stating that he was not being moved. He had no problem with spikes, he new many away around them, in involved using his huge frame to over turn an opponent. Yes, if they give food for victories yes, if not they will become food. he snarled with mence, he had no problems with eating whatever flesh came to close.

*Mustar & Humans*

Mustar at first showed amusement in his dark, amber-brown orbs. Then a flicker of disgust and anger washed over him, "Your pallet will not be tasting human's blood today." The large dog took a few steps forward, his head held slightly low in defense, "So, are you going to make this easy? Or are we going to do it the hard way?" Mustar questioned darkly, his fangs showing brilliantly against his ebony muzzle.

The original bark of Mustar had alerted two humans inside. They came out now, one with a noose pole and the other with a blowgun. They spoked briefly to eachother before the dart man attempted to shot a tranquilizer at London Calling.

Mustar readied himself to defend the two humans, fight London, or chase him if he fled.

London Calling

As the gun fireed he moved swiftly aside, allowing it to skim past him. He simply sat down, ready for the noose, he smelt meat on them.

*Mustar & Humans*

The humans talked again, seeing how London sat down, rather than tried to attack them. Well, now for plan B. The noose human moved forward, coaxing the dog with a semi-kind voice. He attempted to ease the noose over London's head and neck.

Mustar watched everything with an eagle's eye. "You're smarter than I thought, it seems." He finally relented, showing a faint smile.

London calling

He smirked as the noose loosly fell around his neck and stood clamly walking to the humans side, snalring a little at the dog in the kennel, wo had come from the corner to which he had be banished. You going to fight coward? He snarled again, it swiflty retreated.

A lot smarter then you think. he sat again waiting a human reaction.

*Mustar & Humans*

"I doubt that." Mustar laughed haughtily, shaking his head a bit.

The humans seemed quite pleased with London Calling's behavior. The led him to the Mills.

Mustar padded back to his dog house to nap and listen for more intruders.

London calling

He followed the humans to the mills, relaxed in there presence.