The golden retriever walked, his muscular body gracefully covering the ground in long strides. His tail was straight out, but it was slightly curved near the center. He walked, bravely and confidently to the factory and stopped. Maybe this place would provide sufficient shelter for the night. The brute continued his trek to the door of the factory, which was open. He pushed on it with is snout, opening it with a loud creak! The noise echoed throughout the place. Not a soul was present. Good. Just how Killion liked it. He had been bothered too long by other dogs. He could probably hide here. There were many doors, containers, pipes, and such here. Perfect hiding places. Killion needed not to hide, really. He was not afraid of a fight. In fact, he had so much pride that he knew he would win. Win without a scratch. He was a very proud dog. And he liked it that way. He liked who he was. No one would ever change him. And that was that.

The brute entered the factory. He could hear water dripping steadily from a pipe somewhere in the distance. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Every other second, the water dripped again. It was a bit annoying. Killion decided to ignore it and walked into the center of the factory. He barked, listening to his own echo throughout the walls of the place. It made him feel strong. He nodded, glancing up toward the skylight. The moon shined down on him, making his golden coat shine. He felt like a king. No, a god. This would be his world...at least for a little while. He would protect it and rule it to his utmost abilities. If anyone dared stand in his way, they were in trouble. Killion would battle for his place as king and god over this abandoned factory. In fact, he liked the notion of a fight. He had not had a fight in what seemed like ages. The brute could feel the hairs on his back stand up, and his body seemed to shake with anticipation.

Killion walked from the light with his head held high. He smiled, his brown eyes sparkling with pride and glory. The golden retriever made his way over to a cylinder. It was big. Bulky. And it still even had a bit of shine to it. Killion nodded, deciding he would sit here beside this giant thing. To him, it looked a lot like a tin can. Maybe he would figure out if anything was inside it later. Killion sat, and then lowered his body to the ground. He was tired of all this running around in this land. Why did everyone do it? Well, maybe because they were all afraid of him. Yeah, that was it. Killion liked the idea. He imagined the vixens cowering before him. And the alphas of the packs bowing before his feet. Yes, he could grow accustomed to being royalty. One who was feared and respected by all. If someone dared to challenge that, Killion would kill them in an instant. He was a fighter by birth. And he would not back down. Never. Never in a million years, would he ever back down from a fight.

Killion
It's okay; I'll find a way
You ain't gonna take me down. NO WAY!
Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it
Don't push me - I'll fight it

Killion's whole body shook at the smell of another dog. He raised himself to a sitting position, his nose higher in the air as if sniffing a scent. A female. Why on earth would a female come here? Despite his brutality, Killion was a curious dog. He liked meeting new dogs. It's just that sometimes his strength and defensiveness got the better of him. If someone would just bear with him for a while, he or she might just see the softer side of this brute. Might, being the key word. The only one who had ever seen his softer side was probably Dakoda. And now that dog was gone. Poof. Killion was shocked that he actually missed Dakoda. Maybe that was because Dakoda was the only companion Killion had ever had. Killion would never forget him. He knew that much.

The brute stood fully, following the scent back near the middle of the factory. He was careful not to make a sound, his paws falling daintily on the floor. The brute was as silent as the grave as he made his way forward. He stopped several feet away from the fem. A dalmation. Killion had always liked them. Each dalmation was different than another. That's what he liked. Golden retrievers, like himself, all looked the same. So...boring. Killion liked how his coat shimmered and how his long fur kept him warm during the winter. But that was about all he liked about his physical appearance. Everything else bugged him. Killion was unlike any other golden retriever. He was cold. As cold as ice, really. He had no feelings for other dogs. He was not bothered by injuring or killing. Killion was just trying to work his way up the food chain so he would not be killed.

The brute released a growl and leaped from behind his hiding place. He jumped in front of the dalmation and snapped his white teeth. His whole body was tense, prepared for anything. Killion spoke, his voice strong and authoritative, "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" Usually, he was not one to start a conversation. And here he was asking the questions. Great, he thought sarcastically. The brute studied the fem more closely now. Why? Well, because he could. Her body was thin, well shaped. Each spot seemed so defined. Her eyes were a gorgeous color. Killion averted his gaze to stop himself from drowning in the dalmation's eyes. Reminded him that he hated his boring, brown eyes. So typical. Again, so boring.

Killion
And wherever I wander - the one thing I've learned
It's to here - I will always....always return

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Notes: I don't care if they fight or not.