10-06-2012, 10:55 AM
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The dog King mentally demanded that she go away, but of course she stayed, pushing him and pushing him. His dark ears lay flat and his lips peeled back at the insult, but he bit his tongue, tucking his head back in with his large paws. Eventually, he knew, she would leave him alone. Charlotte also brought him food and water, but she was less persistent and more subservient than her older half-sister.
Suddenly, as if by magic, the King found himself standing above his adopted daughter, his teeth gripping tightly—too tightly— into the flesh atop her muzzle. Vigilante growled, both angry with the auburn girl and startled by his own actions. "Don't be foolish, girl," he snarled. "You cannot force me to do anything."