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RP Status: Open!

Name: Athena
Meaning: Greek goddess of wisdom and war

Gender: Female
Species: Dog
Breed: Great Dane

Sexual Orientation Ace
Romantic Orientation Unknown

Age: Adult
Exact: 3 and a half years old

Birthday: November 15th
Sign: Scorpio

Current Pack: Vadik pack
Birth: City

Theme song: Hollow - Cloudeater

Physical Appearance: Muscular though sleek.
Height: 4'0" ft
Weight: 180 pounds

Eye Colour: Amber
Voice: Brienne of Tarth - GOT

Personality:

>Good traits:

Flexible: Athena is easily able to adapt to the environment and its circumstances, not feeling bothered by abrupt or sudden changes.
Dexterous: She takes deep thought before making important decisions; she finds it relatively easy to build strategies fast, right before she moves, yet often pours too much hope onto them.
Responsible: When there is a task entitled for her to execute, she will put effort into making it right, no matter what it costs.
Confident: She knows what she's capable of, so she knows exactly what she can do. Though sometimes it's hard for her to see what she _cannot_ do.

>Neutral:

Mysterious: She doesn't talk much, nor is easily approachable - either due to her intimidating size, or her bitch-resting face. Moreover, it is very hard for her to talk about her past, for the accumulated rage within her and bringing it up is equivalent to unleashing it all.

>Bad traits:
Grudgeful: You will never know whether you're on her bad side or not, until she snaps at you, once she can no longer take it. And when that day comes, it will not have a nice ending.
Violent: Athena has a perfect notion of the space around her and she is self aware of her large size; she chooses to use it in her advantage, whenever possible, trying to fill her hollow self with rage. Violence is, to her, the inevitable way of dealing with others.
Dull: She sees little perspective in life. She isn't easily touched, moved or upset. Her walls are high and thick for anyone who comes close.
Unforgiving: Athena will not forgive, she will not forget, and you will be object to her hate until her last living day if you do get on her bad side.

Pre-Group History:

Athena was bought to be the guard dog of a small family. Brought in at the age of 4 months, she was always rather tall, clumsy at first but soon learned how to mind her surroundings. Despite trained to be aggressive, protective over her household, she had always enjoyed spending time with the little girl of the family, Emily, who was five years old by the time she was brought in. Emily was the one that spent the most time with her out of the family members, which consisted of Emily's mother, Jane; her father, Noah; and brother, Jared, who was hardly ever home. She later came to learn that her father was involved in something big, something illegal, but Athena was never too sure on what it was exactly. Many times she had heard the word 'gang', but she was unsure of its meaning. There were people who came into the house which she was told to respect, and there were some she was told to attack - however, it was usually only to instigate fear in the targets, as Noah would demand her to stop before she got to them.
It was highly suspicious that every night, after a certain time, Emily would come outside to be with her, cuddling to her chest and hugging her neck. Sometimes she would cry, sometimes she would be silent. How could it be, that a child who was seemingly happy during the day, would become so sad at night?

She loved that child, so she would comfort her, lick her face with her large tongue and make her giggle and squeeze her. Nuzzle her, cuddle her, she didn't mind. Yet Emily always seemed happier than when she got there, when she left and went back to her bed.

She dared trying to spend some more time inside, bit by bit. At first they wouldn't let her stay long, but soon they grew used to her presence, as she always remained attentive to the house's gate and walls surrounding it. One night, one rainy night... they let her stay inside. That night, she dared walk up the stairs, silently, her head held low as she slowly made her way to Emily's room. Pasting her cropped ear to the door, she heard the child's small whimpers and sniffles, causing her face to sink into a frown. Gently she pushed the door open, stepping in. As she raised her head, however, she saw Noah's tall figure by Emily's bed...

Her eyes grew wide and she was petrified. However, the more she looked at him, the more disgust she felt. And with disgust... came hatred. A loud growling noise rose in her throat, her eyes narrowing at the man as she stepped closer. Only then did Noah notice her in the room, pulling away from Emily and telling Athena to sit, to get out, trying all commands on her yet she obeyed to none. She did nothing but snarl and bark at him, loudly, waking the whole house up. There was screaming from Jane's end, crying from Emily, rage from Noah. As for Athena... she knew what would happen to her.

The next day, a man came into their house and was announced in by her barking. Emily had spent the rest of the night in Jane's room, yet they hadn't left the room yet, it was early morning. The man came in, handed a bag to Noah, and left. Athena watched it with caution, suspicion in her amber eyes as Noah headed back inside, taking what seemed like a weapon from the bag and tossing it away. Right there and then, she realized what that meant. She stormed inside barking at him, but he was quick to point it towards her and tell her to shut up. Having seen what one of those could do to someone before, in the man's very backyard, Athena stood still, frozen at the spot, frowning as she took a small step back.

Instinct held her still, but the rest of her wanted to storm after him and stop him from what he was about to to. There was no other way he could reach them first, if not from behind him. How could she stop him? How--
Suddenly, a rough blow from behind to her temple knocked her off her paws and into the floor, where she lost her consciousness.

--

She woke up in a dark place, locked behind bars. Opening her eyes and taking a look around she frowned, remembering what she had seen just before she was knocked down. Emily! Immediately she tried taking the cage door down, barking loudly, endlessly, a growling sound rumbling deep in her throat as she saw the image of the little girl stained red in her mind. Nonetheless, the more she pulled at the chain leash around her neck, the more it suffocated her, wearing her out rapidly.

"Noisy one. How much did you give for this one?" A human said as he came closer, a baseball bat in his hands.
"Two hundred. Seems like a lot but it's super cheap for a dog her size, we've never had one this big before. She's gonna be your champion." The other said with a grin. "Plus she's trained and shit, she was Noah Yussef's dog."
"Holy shit.." He said. "That guy's fucked up big time. I've heard his kid and wife got shot just before he left town.. and some people think he shot them himself."
"Damn.. "

Those words broke her. Her gaze was lost into the void, feelings of repulsion, disgust, as well as bitterness and rage built up inside her. Sh felt a knot tie her throat yet she couldn't mourn, she had had a chance to stop him, she could have if- if-... if she hadn't stood still. Helplessly tears burned their way down her face like they were acid, her eyes stained with hatred, her growl slowly intensifying as she revived the scene of walking into Noah and Emily. She saw the despair in the poor girl's eyes. She saw it every night, when she would come outside and sit beside her, cry into her shoulder, clinging onto her collar.

"Motherfucker..." She spilled the words out like they were venom, drooling, snarling, pressing her claws into the floor like she meant to break through it. He had used her as a puppet, and she had obeyed... she had obeyed...

Never again. Never. Again.

--

Face to face with a growling rottweiller, both trapped in an arena about the size of a room, crowds cheering around them, Athena huffed. She breathed heavily as she looked at the dog before her. Was she already tired, even before she had begun?
She sweated through her mouth. She knew what other dogs did here, she had over heard them speak. She had heard about places like this. She knew.

Was she nervous? No. Through her tongue, she sweated, like the water in her mouth represented her essence. It dripped away, evaporating, leaving her to never return.

Her eyes rose off the floor to meet the dog's, just before the shots were fired. She saw the same in his eyes. He knew what he was here for.

And it'd either be her or him tonight.

--

Breathing heavily, once again, blood staining her face, her own mixed with the male's, Athena stood on top of his head. Her sleek paw rested on top of it as she looked down at him, panting, her abdomen rising and falling rapidly whilst her tongue sekt the air's moisture. She looked up, and a panel up in the wall showed her face next to her name, whilst there was a red 'X' on the dog she just killed. Rifle, was his name. She didn't recognize herself in the body she inhabited. She didn't see a single trace of the dog she was before she had awoken, that same week, on a place she had never been to before, with complete strangers.

She did, however, still feel what that Athena felt. She felt the rage; it boiled inside her veins, made her muscles clench, her throat shake, her pupils grow wider. She felt the pain, of having been too held back on a life-depending opportunity. Of letting someone harm her precious Emily, the very personification of innocence, of pain. And at the thought of the child, Athena flinched, stepping away from the corpse beneath her and whimpering quietly. That bastard and his despicable existance... he would have to pay. And she would feed her rage every day, to make sure she did not forget him or what he had done.

But she lived for nothing else. She desired nothing else. She felt nothing else. And day after day, she would kill, she would cripple, she would make her opponents hurt like they were Noah themselves. And although they were not, and she knew that... it was still great practice nonetheless. She could not bring herself to feel empathy towards them, not the slightest.

She liked the fame it gave her. Athena wondered if they would cheer and clap like this, if it was Noah's throat she was ripping off instead. The image would not leave her head.

She found comfort in it.

---

Back to her chained leash, at the end of every battle, she would groom her wounds and hope they healed fast. All dogs avoided her; they prayed that they would not be matched against her. For although she did have scars that the dogs who no longer lived had left on her, whilst they took only a small part of her body, she took their lives. She made them hurt. Ache. Suffer. And then, when she felt like she was pushing it too much, she would put an end to their misery.

Another ordinary night in her cage, she did as she always would, every night - she chewed on the chains that connected her neck and the wall, forcing her back teeth into them, having already managed to get them to bend before. However, as much as she had tried, she could never seem to break it. She had recently broken one of her fangs, deeper into her mouth, from all the chewing - it caused no great pain though. Despite unable to break it, however, it had clearly gone weaker.

And so Athena waited. She waited on the night or day it would break. When it did, she would hunt that man. She would look everywhere, anywhere, and she would not stop until she found him. He could shoot her skull for all she cared. But she could not stand still again, petrified, looking into his eyes and watch history repeat itself.

Whilst she planned her vengeance, however, dogs in cages next to hers commented about a pack of fugitive dogs and wolves, inhabiting the mountains outside of town, into the woods. "They said follow north until you see white mountain tops... though they never came back to tell if it was the right way to get there." She heard a dog comment to another, and flicked her ears, glancing at the source of its voice through the corner of her eyes.

Shrugging it off, however, she laid her head on her paws and slept her rage away.

--

The next morning, her ears perked up at the sound of those two men's voices, the very ones who she had heard speak the day she had arrived. Athena opened her eyes as though she longed to hear them speak, looking for any updates on Noah's whereabouts. To make sure they noticed her, and possibly spoke of him, she barked, calling their attention. All other dogs slept, and her bark was low and deep, easily distinguishable from other dogs. It had its own might, its own tune.

"Speaking of the devil." One said, nudging the other. "Heard the dude's in town. Cops probably are looking anywhere but here."

Athena heard no more; her whole body and mind froze at that one information. Immediately she rose to her paws, tugging onto her chains. She looked down at it, then at her neck, and sighed. That would hurt quite a bit... She would have to be strangled before she was set free at last. However, she could see there was enough damage done to the chains; if she pulled hard enough, they would break, they had to break. Otherwise, worst case scenario, she would die from suffocation.

They paid her no mind, until later that evening. The Great dane overheard her name being announced to the cheering crowd outside, as one of the participants on tonight's fights. "Good." She thought to herself, replaying in her head the strategy she had come up with for running out of there. Last time she took some extra time pretending to torture the already dead contestant, only so that she could examine every way out of the ring around her. At last, she had found two in the arena, and on her way back, there was one, much more secretive, close to the kennel. She would have to make her way to it, as soon as they opened her cage gate. So she focused, standing in position, breathing deeply. Focusing her energy in one blow, one yank, it would have to do.

It all felt much too close, while at the same time, much too far. She heard them coming her way. Footsteps that seemed to last forever, like they made sure to come slowly, make her anxiety grow, consume her inside, take over completely. She, however, stood her ground, exhaling deeply, eyes shut. By the time she opened them, a man had keys in his hands as well as a metal leash in his hands.

Her head felt light. Could she pull this off? She only had one shot.

He unlocked the gate, and she knew it from the 'click' noise it made. Instantly, without a second thought, Athena put all of her strength and all of her might into storming off, feeling the chain completely tighten around her neck for a whole second. It felt longer than it actually was, for it blocked blood flow to her head completely, making her vision go blurry, pixelated, almost unexistant. Yet when she realized, she was running; _running!_

She had made it. Within a second she shook her head and pulled herself together, reviewing the plan she had built in her mind; naturally the man already screamed after her and was onto calling the other folks, yet by the time someone picked up the phone, Athena was already making her way up the underground and climbing up the stairs that led to an empty alley. Looking up, she saw the full moon in the sky - how long had it been since she last saw the light? She couldn't quite tell. But none of it mattered.

Returning her focus to her goal, she sneaked away from the alley, running along the empty sidewalks and crossing the streets as she bit by bit began to recognize herself in town. It would take a while to get to Noah's neighborhood, but it wouldn't matter. She knew the way. She would make it.

---

She did. Thunder raged above her as she made her way to the house gates, eyes narrowed, ears pinned back. A soft growl began to rumble in her throat as her muzzle pressed to the cold iron gate, her eyes scanning the yard area, finding nothing but silence. In between the gate bars, she sneaked her arm in, turning her body so that she would eventually pull the trigger to unlock it. After a minute or two trying, she at last made it, not wasting her time and sneaking in. Now inside, she scented a strange smell, the smell of a possible new guard dog. She quietly made her way to him, finding him to be asleep by the garage. "Pathetic." She thought; he most certainly wasn't trained at all.

His blood stained her large lips, dripping down on the grass and leaving a trail behind her. The front door was locked, but the back one wasn't - and she had managed to open it by standing on her hind legs and pulling the knob down with both her paws. Walking in, Athena made her way upstairs; the only sound heard inside the house were her claws, tapping into the ground with every step, rage beginning to bubble up again as the sight of Emily's empty bedroom took her back one year in the past, when the little one would be there snuggling into her teddy and calling Athena in, only to pet her on the head or stroke her down her back.

She sighed. Her pupils grew from the desire to kill, as she padded quietly into Noah's bedroom. There he was, sleeping soundly, like his sins didn't weigh on him. Like absolutely nothing had changed. Like he wasn't about to die.

Her growling intensified. Athena took careful steps, one after another, mouth watering at the thought of crushing his throat into her mouth and watching him suffocate, gag on air, despair making him shake like he knew he would die, but he still tried helplessly to stay alive.

Back to reality, her eyes settled onto the man right before her. Unaware of her presence. Oblivious to the pain just about to come--

Suddenly, the sound of sirens outside made her ears perk up. Noah woke up immediately, hearing shouting outside the house as the police parked before his garage. Shooting up awake, he turned around, just in time to see Athena lunge at him but not in enough time to evade completely; she aimed for his neck, but her large teeth sunk onto his arm instead. Clenching her maw tightly, she adapted to the situation, jerking her head to the side, forcing his arm that direction, hearing it crack inside her strong maw. He screamed in pain - shortly after, policemen kicked the door open and stormed inside the bedroom - for her own sake, Athena let go of Noah's arm, jumping onto his bed and looking back at the wreck she had made on his arm. Looking forward, she found guns being pointed at her as well as at Noah. Immediately she laid down on her stomach, lowering her ears, meaning she would do nothing against those men. The moment they turned their attention away from her, she fled, racing down the stairs and outside the house. On the street, she looked up as she heard the sound of gunshots and some more yelling. "Die hard, cunt." She muttered under her breath with a smirk. Sadly she wasn't the one to kill him like she wanted, but she didn't mind. She knew they were after him... and she knew what they could do with those large things they carried under their arms. She cared far too little about his fate. Or any of those men.

Athena fled before they could come down and have her sent to a kennel or worse - back to the arena. Glancing around once she hid into an alley, she looked up, laying her eyes on the mountains behind the tall buildings. "The mountain pack.." She said as she recalled overhearing the arena dogs talking about it. Well, if it was a pack that consisted of dogs, certainly it would be better than being around the miserable two legged animals. So she ran away, exiting the city at first opportunity and keeping her focus on making it to the mountain tops.

Why? To survive. She did not care how she got to live, how much she would or not enjoy it. She was hollow. No feelings, no emotions whatsoever could tell her otherwise. She would survive, but as far as she could from them.

-

Now to a new start, where she would do as she did when Emily still lived - she guarded the pack borders. She would also do exactly as she did in the arena - slay dogs upon the very command of the pack's leader, who had seen great potential in her size and strength. And yet, despite being useful, needed and wanted, she executed her tasks without feeling any reward, accomplishment, empathy or the lack of it. It was not indifference either. She simply felt nothing. If not a constant rage that would never leave her or so it seemed; it clogged her inside, spreading, the wish to have mutilated Noah further than she was able to still angered her. And so she displayed

She was hollow.

Family: Unknown, left them at young age. Former owner: Emily/Noah

Mate: None

Pup/s: None

Preferred RP Method: Skype, discord.

Description
For <33

RP Status: Open!

Name: Athena
Meaning: Greek goddess of wisdom and war

Gender: Female
Species: Dog
Breed: Great Dane

Sexual Orientation Ace
Romantic Orientation Unknown

Age: Adult
Exact: 3 and a half years old

Birthday: November 15th
Sign: Scorpio

Current Pack: Vadik pack
Birth: City

Theme song: Hollow - Cloudeater

Physical Appearance: Muscular though sleek.
Height: 4'0" ft
Weight: 180 pounds

Eye Colour: Amber
Voice: Brienne of Tarth - GOT

Personality:

>Good traits:

Flexible: Athena is easily able to adapt to the environment and its circumstances, not feeling bothered by abrupt or sudden changes.
Dexterous: She takes deep thought before making important decisions; she finds it relatively easy to build strategies fast, right before she moves, yet often pours too much hope onto them.
Responsible: When there is a task entitled for her to execute, she will put effort into making it right, no matter what it costs.
Confident: She knows what she's capable of, so she knows exactly what she can do. Though sometimes it's hard for her to see what she _cannot_ do.

>Neutral:

Mysterious: She doesn't talk much, nor is easily approachable - either due to her intimidating size, or her bitch-resting face. Moreover, it is very hard for her to talk about her past, for the accumulated rage within her and bringing it up is equivalent to unleashing it all.

>Bad traits:
Grudgeful: You will never know whether you're on her bad side or not, until she snaps at you, once she can no longer take it. And when that day comes, it will not have a nice ending.
Violent: Athena has a perfect notion of the space around her and she is self aware of her large size; she chooses to use it in her advantage, whenever possible, trying to fill her hollow self with rage. Violence is, to her, the inevitable way of dealing with others.
Dull: She sees little perspective in life. She isn't easily touched, moved or upset. Her walls are high and thick for anyone who comes close.
Unforgiving: Athena will not forgive, she will not forget, and you will be object to her hate until her last living day if you do get on her bad side.

Pre-Group History:

Athena was bought to be the guard dog of a small family. Brought in at the age of 4 months, she was always rather tall, clumsy at first but soon learned how to mind her surroundings. Despite trained to be aggressive, protective over her household, she had always enjoyed spending time with the little girl of the family, Emily, who was five years old by the time she was brought in. Emily was the one that spent the most time with her out of the family members, which consisted of Emily's mother, Jane; her father, Noah; and brother, Jared, who was hardly ever home. She later came to learn that her father was involved in something big, something illegal, but Athena was never too sure on what it was exactly. Many times she had heard the word 'gang', but she was unsure of its meaning. There were people who came into the house which she was told to respect, and there were some she was told to attack - however, it was usually only to instigate fear in the targets, as Noah would demand her to stop before she got to them.
It was highly suspicious that every night, after a certain time, Emily would come outside to be with her, cuddling to her chest and hugging her neck. Sometimes she would cry, sometimes she would be silent. How could it be, that a child who was seemingly happy during the day, would become so sad at night?

She loved that child, so she would comfort her, lick her face with her large tongue and make her giggle and squeeze her. Nuzzle her, cuddle her, she didn't mind. Yet Emily always seemed happier than when she got there, when she left and went back to her bed.

She dared trying to spend some more time inside, bit by bit. At first they wouldn't let her stay long, but soon they grew used to her presence, as she always remained attentive to the house's gate and walls surrounding it. One night, one rainy night... they let her stay inside. That night, she dared walk up the stairs, silently, her head held low as she slowly made her way to Emily's room. Pasting her cropped ear to the door, she heard the child's small whimpers and sniffles, causing her face to sink into a frown. Gently she pushed the door open, stepping in. As she raised her head, however, she saw Noah's tall figure by Emily's bed...

Her eyes grew wide and she was petrified. However, the more she looked at him, the more disgust she felt. And with disgust... came hatred. A loud growling noise rose in her throat, her eyes narrowing at the man as she stepped closer. Only then did Noah notice her in the room, pulling away from Emily and telling Athena to sit, to get out, trying all commands on her yet she obeyed to none. She did nothing but snarl and bark at him, loudly, waking the whole house up. There was screaming from Jane's end, crying from Emily, rage from Noah. As for Athena... she knew what would happen to her.

The next day, a man came into their house and was announced in by her barking. Emily had spent the rest of the night in Jane's room, yet they hadn't left the room yet, it was early morning. The man came in, handed a bag to Noah, and left. Athena watched it with caution, suspicion in her amber eyes as Noah headed back inside, taking what seemed like a weapon from the bag and tossing it away. Right there and then, she realized what that meant. She stormed inside barking at him, but he was quick to point it towards her and tell her to shut up. Having seen what one of those could do to someone before, in the man's very backyard, Athena stood still, frozen at the spot, frowning as she took a small step back.

Instinct held her still, but the rest of her wanted to storm after him and stop him from what he was about to to. There was no other way he could reach them first, if not from behind him. How could she stop him? How--
Suddenly, a rough blow from behind to her temple knocked her off her paws and into the floor, where she lost her consciousness.

--

She woke up in a dark place, locked behind bars. Opening her eyes and taking a look around she frowned, remembering what she had seen just before she was knocked down. Emily! Immediately she tried taking the cage door down, barking loudly, endlessly, a growling sound rumbling deep in her throat as she saw the image of the little girl stained red in her mind. Nonetheless, the more she pulled at the chain leash around her neck, the more it suffocated her, wearing her out rapidly.

"Noisy one. How much did you give for this one?" A human said as he came closer, a baseball bat in his hands.
"Two hundred. Seems like a lot but it's super cheap for a dog her size, we've never had one this big before. She's gonna be your champion." The other said with a grin. "Plus she's trained and shit, she was Noah Yussef's dog."
"Holy shit.." He said. "That guy's fucked up big time. I've heard his kid and wife got shot just before he left town.. and some people think he shot them himself."
"Damn.. "

Those words broke her. Her gaze was lost into the void, feelings of repulsion, disgust, as well as bitterness and rage built up inside her. Sh felt a knot tie her throat yet she couldn't mourn, she had had a chance to stop him, she could have if- if-... if she hadn't stood still. Helplessly tears burned their way down her face like they were acid, her eyes stained with hatred, her growl slowly intensifying as she revived the scene of walking into Noah and Emily. She saw the despair in the poor girl's eyes. She saw it every night, when she would come outside and sit beside her, cry into her shoulder, clinging onto her collar.

"Motherfucker..." She spilled the words out like they were venom, drooling, snarling, pressing her claws into the floor like she meant to break through it. He had used her as a puppet, and she had obeyed... she had obeyed...

Never again. Never. Again.

--

Face to face with a growling rottweiller, both trapped in an arena about the size of a room, crowds cheering around them, Athena huffed. She breathed heavily as she looked at the dog before her. Was she already tired, even before she had begun?
She sweated through her mouth. She knew what other dogs did here, she had over heard them speak. She had heard about places like this. She knew.

Was she nervous? No. Through her tongue, she sweated, like the water in her mouth represented her essence. It dripped away, evaporating, leaving her to never return.

Her eyes rose off the floor to meet the dog's, just before the shots were fired. She saw the same in his eyes. He knew what he was here for.

And it'd either be her or him tonight.

--

Breathing heavily, once again, blood staining her face, her own mixed with the male's, Athena stood on top of his head. Her sleek paw rested on top of it as she looked down at him, panting, her abdomen rising and falling rapidly whilst her tongue sekt the air's moisture. She looked up, and a panel up in the wall showed her face next to her name, whilst there was a red 'X' on the dog she just killed. Rifle, was his name. She didn't recognize herself in the body she inhabited. She didn't see a single trace of the dog she was before she had awoken, that same week, on a place she had never been to before, with complete strangers.

She did, however, still feel what that Athena felt. She felt the rage; it boiled inside her veins, made her muscles clench, her throat shake, her pupils grow wider. She felt the pain, of having been too held back on a life-depending opportunity. Of letting someone harm her precious Emily, the very personification of innocence, of pain. And at the thought of the child, Athena flinched, stepping away from the corpse beneath her and whimpering quietly. That bastard and his despicable existance... he would have to pay. And she would feed her rage every day, to make sure she did not forget him or what he had done.

But she lived for nothing else. She desired nothing else. She felt nothing else. And day after day, she would kill, she would cripple, she would make her opponents hurt like they were Noah themselves. And although they were not, and she knew that... it was still great practice nonetheless. She could not bring herself to feel empathy towards them, not the slightest.

She liked the fame it gave her. Athena wondered if they would cheer and clap like this, if it was Noah's throat she was ripping off instead. The image would not leave her head.

She found comfort in it.

---

Back to her chained leash, at the end of every battle, she would groom her wounds and hope they healed fast. All dogs avoided her; they prayed that they would not be matched against her. For although she did have scars that the dogs who no longer lived had left on her, whilst they took only a small part of her body, she took their lives. She made them hurt. Ache. Suffer. And then, when she felt like she was pushing it too much, she would put an end to their misery.

Another ordinary night in her cage, she did as she always would, every night - she chewed on the chains that connected her neck and the wall, forcing her back teeth into them, having already managed to get them to bend before. However, as much as she had tried, she could never seem to break it. She had recently broken one of her fangs, deeper into her mouth, from all the chewing - it caused no great pain though. Despite unable to break it, however, it had clearly gone weaker.

And so Athena waited. She waited on the night or day it would break. When it did, she would hunt that man. She would look everywhere, anywhere, and she would not stop until she found him. He could shoot her skull for all she cared. But she could not stand still again, petrified, looking into his eyes and watch history repeat itself.

Whilst she planned her vengeance, however, dogs in cages next to hers commented about a pack of fugitive dogs and wolves, inhabiting the mountains outside of town, into the woods. "They said follow north until you see white mountain tops... though they never came back to tell if it was the right way to get there." She heard a dog comment to another, and flicked her ears, glancing at the source of its voice through the corner of her eyes.

Shrugging it off, however, she laid her head on her paws and slept her rage away.

--

The next morning, her ears perked up at the sound of those two men's voices, the very ones who she had heard speak the day she had arrived. Athena opened her eyes as though she longed to hear them speak, looking for any updates on Noah's whereabouts. To make sure they noticed her, and possibly spoke of him, she barked, calling their attention. All other dogs slept, and her bark was low and deep, easily distinguishable from other dogs. It had its own might, its own tune.

"Speaking of the devil." One said, nudging the other. "Heard the dude's in town. Cops probably are looking anywhere but here."

Athena heard no more; her whole body and mind froze at that one information. Immediately she rose to her paws, tugging onto her chains. She looked down at it, then at her neck, and sighed. That would hurt quite a bit... She would have to be strangled before she was set free at last. However, she could see there was enough damage done to the chains; if she pulled hard enough, they would break, they had to break. Otherwise, worst case scenario, she would die from suffocation.

They paid her no mind, until later that evening. The Great dane overheard her name being announced to the cheering crowd outside, as one of the participants on tonight's fights. "Good." She thought to herself, replaying in her head the strategy she had come up with for running out of there. Last time she took some extra time pretending to torture the already dead contestant, only so that she could examine every way out of the ring around her. At last, she had found two in the arena, and on her way back, there was one, much more secretive, close to the kennel. She would have to make her way to it, as soon as they opened her cage gate. So she focused, standing in position, breathing deeply. Focusing her energy in one blow, one yank, it would have to do.

It all felt much too close, while at the same time, much too far. She heard them coming her way. Footsteps that seemed to last forever, like they made sure to come slowly, make her anxiety grow, consume her inside, take over completely. She, however, stood her ground, exhaling deeply, eyes shut. By the time she opened them, a man had keys in his hands as well as a metal leash in his hands.

Her head felt light. Could she pull this off? She only had one shot.

He unlocked the gate, and she knew it from the 'click' noise it made. Instantly, without a second thought, Athena put all of her strength and all of her might into storming off, feeling the chain completely tighten around her neck for a whole second. It felt longer than it actually was, for it blocked blood flow to her head completely, making her vision go blurry, pixelated, almost unexistant. Yet when she realized, she was running; _running!_

She had made it. Within a second she shook her head and pulled herself together, reviewing the plan she had built in her mind; naturally the man already screamed after her and was onto calling the other folks, yet by the time someone picked up the phone, Athena was already making her way up the underground and climbing up the stairs that led to an empty alley. Looking up, she saw the full moon in the sky - how long had it been since she last saw the light? She couldn't quite tell. But none of it mattered.

Returning her focus to her goal, she sneaked away from the alley, running along the empty sidewalks and crossing the streets as she bit by bit began to recognize herself in town. It would take a while to get to Noah's neighborhood, but it wouldn't matter. She knew the way. She would make it.

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She did. Thunder raged above her as she made her way to the house gates, eyes narrowed, ears pinned back. A soft growl began to rumble in her throat as her muzzle pressed to the cold iron gate, her eyes scanning the yard area, finding nothing but silence. In between the gate bars, she sneaked her arm in, turning her body so that she would eventually pull the trigger to unlock it. After a minute or two trying, she at last made it, not wasting her time and sneaking in. Now inside, she scented a strange smell, the smell of a possible new guard dog. She quietly made her way to him, finding him to be asleep by the garage. "Pathetic." She thought; he most certainly wasn't trained at all.

His blood stained her large lips, dripping down on the grass and leaving a trail behind her. The front door was locked, but the back one wasn't - and she had managed to open it by standing on her hind legs and pulling the knob down with both her paws. Walking in, Athena made her way upstairs; the only sound heard inside the house were her claws, tapping into the ground with every step, rage beginning to bubble up again as the sight of Emily's empty bedroom took her back one year in the past, when the little one would be there snuggling into her teddy and calling Athena in, only to pet her on the head or stroke her down her back.

She sighed. Her pupils grew from the desire to kill, as she padded quietly into Noah's bedroom. There he was, sleeping soundly, like his sins didn't weigh on him. Like absolutely nothing had changed. Like he wasn't about to die.

Her growling intensified. Athena took careful steps, one after another, mouth watering at the thought of crushing his throat into her mouth and watching him suffocate, gag on air, despair making him shake like he knew he would die, but he still tried helplessly to stay alive.

Back to reality, her eyes settled onto the man right before her. Unaware of her presence. Oblivious to the pain just about to come--

Suddenly, the sound of sirens outside made her ears perk up. Noah woke up immediately, hearing shouting outside the house as the police parked before his garage. Shooting up awake, he turned around, just in time to see Athena lunge at him but not in enough time to evade completely; she aimed for his neck, but her large teeth sunk onto his arm instead. Clenching her maw tightly, she adapted to the situation, jerking her head to the side, forcing his arm that direction, hearing it crack inside her strong maw. He screamed in pain - shortly after, policemen kicked the door open and stormed inside the bedroom - for her own sake, Athena let go of Noah's arm, jumping onto his bed and looking back at the wreck she had made on his arm. Looking forward, she found guns being pointed at her as well as at Noah. Immediately she laid down on her stomach, lowering her ears, meaning she would do nothing against those men. The moment they turned their attention away from her, she fled, racing down the stairs and outside the house. On the street, she looked up as she heard the sound of gunshots and some more yelling. "Die hard, cunt." She muttered under her breath with a smirk. Sadly she wasn't the one to kill him like she wanted, but she didn't mind. She knew they were after him... and she knew what they could do with those large things they carried under their arms. She cared far too little about his fate. Or any of those men.

Athena fled before they could come down and have her sent to a kennel or worse - back to the arena. Glancing around once she hid into an alley, she looked up, laying her eyes on the mountains behind the tall buildings. "The mountain pack.." She said as she recalled overhearing the arena dogs talking about it. Well, if it was a pack that consisted of dogs, certainly it would be better than being around the miserable two legged animals. So she ran away, exiting the city at first opportunity and keeping her focus on making it to the mountain tops.

Why? To survive. She did not care how she got to live, how much she would or not enjoy it. She was hollow. No feelings, no emotions whatsoever could tell her otherwise. She would survive, but as far as she could from them.

-

Now to a new start, where she would do as she did when Emily still lived - she guarded the pack borders. She would also do exactly as she did in the arena - slay dogs upon the very command of the pack's leader, who had seen great potential in her size and strength. And yet, despite being useful, needed and wanted, she executed her tasks without feeling any reward, accomplishment, empathy or the lack of it. It was not indifference either. She simply felt nothing. If not a constant rage that would never leave her or so it seemed; it clogged her inside, spreading, the wish to have mutilated Noah further than she was able to still angered her. And so she displayed

She was hollow.

Family: Unknown, left them at young age. Former owner: Emily/Noah

Mate: None

Pup/s: None

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