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I wanted to do so much more with this piece, but augh, I better submit it now or it will never be submitted at all, because I've just be staring at it this past week doing nothing to it.

Khan's first task for Di Trieste: You and another CF go explore the city...except Mila isn't a CF, she's an elite. Aren't you a lucky duck Khan?

Some clips from the RP these scenes are from:
He had finally lost those pesky humans, but it had taken him hours, and Khan himself was also now thoroughly lost. Running 'round and 'round through city blocks he was unfamiliar with was tiring for the large, furry mastiff. But he had a nose, and had simply begun following the scent of another dog after a while. Surely, he must eventually find out where this other dog went. Be it either back to the black dog Vice, or to someone who could give him directions to him. He probably should have asked about that earlier. But then, it hardly would have been necessary if he hadn't been chased by those people, he could have just followed Vice's scent trail. As it stood now though, he had long since lost the capo's scent in his wanderings.

Mila uncurled from her tight ball near Vice’s door. Her paws stretched out in front of her, back popping away the sleep. Her tongue lapped over her muzzle for the first time since last night. She could taste the dried blood, some cracked off and fell to the ground. Ew. The Doberman huffed and walked down the stairs, eyes not noticing anyone in particular, everyone was cozy in their beds. She inhaled deeply, feeling the icy cold day prick her lungs, sharply. Ah, it’d be snowing soon, maybe. Mila began to head out towards the city, where she’d make her first rounds, then off to the train yard. She was very strict right now, in case any other cannon fodder from either side decided to grow some balls. She stepped lightly, and quickly, head held high. Every human in her way moved, some kicking up dust at her as if they were mad. Mila didn’t take note of humans, they were weak without their silver and vehicles. Weak to the jaws of a crazy stray. Weak. She moved down the sidewalks, alleys, and marked as she went along. It wasn’t until a mixed scent caught her nose. It smelled new, but still very stray like. Mila only had to turn one corner to be face to face with a rather large…lion dog thing. Her stance became aggressive, tail (Or what was there) straight up, paws shoulder width apart. A growl rumbling deep in her throat, “You look a little lost.”

Khan had his head lowered to the ground while he walked, keeping his large nose closer to the scents he hoped would lead him somewhere familiar in this forsaken city. He nearly missed the pair of pale paws planted squarely in front of him, bringing him up short. He drew his head back quickly to see who blocked his way, to see a pale short-haired female with pointed ears were attached to the paws. She did not sound particularly pleased.
“Good evening Nushi (nushi is an honorary female title in Chinese, ie 'ma'am) “ Khan paused, being sure to wag his curled fluffy tails slowly over his back in an attempt to appear more friendly. “I am indeed lost. I do not mean to offend, but would you be so kind as to be able to direct me as to where I should be going?”

Mila cleared her throat, narrowing her gaze at the lion dog, “That depends on where you need to be." She said calmly, but sternly. This dog seemed like no threat to her, as she watched him wag his tail. He was respectful, but not submissive. Hm. She licked at her muzzle some more, then boldly moved forward to inspect the dog, he wasn’t speaking quick enough. Her nose ran over him, sniffing and huffing, twitching. He had a faint, faint scent of the black Capo on him. She pulled back and looked the dog over again. Ah, he must be new. She huffed and tilted her head as a motion to follow. She’d take this dog to the hotel, to Vice, once she finished her rounds. This dog would not interfere with her work. Mila’s paws went fast, but she slowed every once in a while to make sure the mastiff was following. He looked so odd, with that red thing around his neck. She glanced behind her shoulder, then forward again, hearing a loud crash. Her nose went to the ground, neutral territory, so she moved forward towards the sound. She let out a clear bark.

“I believe it was referred to as a ….'hoteru?” Khan hesitated momentarily as he attempted to remember the exact word the capo had told him. Many of these English terms he just wasn't familiar with yet. By the time he'd said that though, the female had already closed the short distance between them, and was now sniffing. He stood still for this inspection, it was not uncommon for tibetan mastiffs to greet each other in such manner, though much more posturing and chest bumping was usually involved. He considered doing this with the pale dobberman, but then, while her height was similar to his, he questioned whether the weight difference may just bowl her over. Khan couldn't ponder the matter further, for the female had already moved away, briefly inclined her head and was now off at a brisk pace down the sidewalk. He turned and followed at a trot to catch up, keeping pace with her a body length or so behind her stubby tail. He stared at it as they moved along the city streets, wondering why her tail was so short. Had she lost it in a fight? He'd heard it was customary of some breeds to have them purposefully removed, though he didn't know of any from his homeland.
He paused briefly at the sound of crashing glass alongside Mila, his body twitching as he almost surged forward into a run to investigate the strange noise from amongst the train cars. But he stopped himself no more than a step into the charge. This was not his territory. Truthfully, he didn't know whose territory it was - regardless it was not his place to be rushing headlong into things. The mastiff looked over to the doberman, he would follow her lead, she had a strong air about her, he was confident she knew the proper path to follow.

Mila glanced briefly at the mastiff as he seemed to charge forward, but held himself back. Smart dog. Mila lapped over her canines and moved out towards the train. Her eyes peered inside, nose twitching, taking deep breaths. Sweet. She smelled something sweet for sure, but on the other hand, she smelled something revolting. Fonga. Ugh. She knew Fonga meant sewers, but did they really have to live like rats? The Doberman growled and entered the train with no hesitation. This was neutral ground, and she could honestly do nothing, but her natural guarding instincts told her to press through and keep moving. Shiny, white claws clicked against the hard floors, her eyes coming upon a fluffy shepherd, and then narrowing. She looked, furrowed brows, at the shepherd, digging happily into a jar of jam. Mila sat quietly, sitting up straight, waiting for this dog to finish.

TL;DR
Khan meets Mila.
Mila thinks Khan's but smells minty fresh.
They go running across the city.
Rainbows.
The end.

Mila belongs to
Khan is mine

Description
I wanted to do so much more with this piece, but augh, I better submit it now or it will never be submitted at all, because I've just be staring at it this past week doing nothing to it.

Khan's first task for Di Trieste: You and another CF go explore the city...except Mila isn't a CF, she's an elite. Aren't you a lucky duck Khan?

Some clips from the RP these scenes are from:
He had finally lost those pesky humans, but it had taken him hours, and Khan himself was also now thoroughly lost. Running 'round and 'round through city blocks he was unfamiliar with was tiring for the large, furry mastiff. But he had a nose, and had simply begun following the scent of another dog after a while. Surely, he must eventually find out where this other dog went. Be it either back to the black dog Vice, or to someone who could give him directions to him. He probably should have asked about that earlier. But then, it hardly would have been necessary if he hadn't been chased by those people, he could have just followed Vice's scent trail. As it stood now though, he had long since lost the capo's scent in his wanderings.

Mila uncurled from her tight ball near Vice’s door. Her paws stretched out in front of her, back popping away the sleep. Her tongue lapped over her muzzle for the first time since last night. She could taste the dried blood, some cracked off and fell to the ground. Ew. The Doberman huffed and walked down the stairs, eyes not noticing anyone in particular, everyone was cozy in their beds. She inhaled deeply, feeling the icy cold day prick her lungs, sharply. Ah, it’d be snowing soon, maybe. Mila began to head out towards the city, where she’d make her first rounds, then off to the train yard. She was very strict right now, in case any other cannon fodder from either side decided to grow some balls. She stepped lightly, and quickly, head held high. Every human in her way moved, some kicking up dust at her as if they were mad. Mila didn’t take note of humans, they were weak without their silver and vehicles. Weak to the jaws of a crazy stray. Weak. She moved down the sidewalks, alleys, and marked as she went along. It wasn’t until a mixed scent caught her nose. It smelled new, but still very stray like. Mila only had to turn one corner to be face to face with a rather large…lion dog thing. Her stance became aggressive, tail (Or what was there) straight up, paws shoulder width apart. A growl rumbling deep in her throat, “You look a little lost.”

Khan had his head lowered to the ground while he walked, keeping his large nose closer to the scents he hoped would lead him somewhere familiar in this forsaken city. He nearly missed the pair of pale paws planted squarely in front of him, bringing him up short. He drew his head back quickly to see who blocked his way, to see a pale short-haired female with pointed ears were attached to the paws. She did not sound particularly pleased.
“Good evening Nushi (nushi is an honorary female title in Chinese, ie 'ma'am) “ Khan paused, being sure to wag his curled fluffy tails slowly over his back in an attempt to appear more friendly. “I am indeed lost. I do not mean to offend, but would you be so kind as to be able to direct me as to where I should be going?”

Mila cleared her throat, narrowing her gaze at the lion dog, “That depends on where you need to be." She said calmly, but sternly. This dog seemed like no threat to her, as she watched him wag his tail. He was respectful, but not submissive. Hm. She licked at her muzzle some more, then boldly moved forward to inspect the dog, he wasn’t speaking quick enough. Her nose ran over him, sniffing and huffing, twitching. He had a faint, faint scent of the black Capo on him. She pulled back and looked the dog over again. Ah, he must be new. She huffed and tilted her head as a motion to follow. She’d take this dog to the hotel, to Vice, once she finished her rounds. This dog would not interfere with her work. Mila’s paws went fast, but she slowed every once in a while to make sure the mastiff was following. He looked so odd, with that red thing around his neck. She glanced behind her shoulder, then forward again, hearing a loud crash. Her nose went to the ground, neutral territory, so she moved forward towards the sound. She let out a clear bark.

“I believe it was referred to as a ….'hoteru?” Khan hesitated momentarily as he attempted to remember the exact word the capo had told him. Many of these English terms he just wasn't familiar with yet. By the time he'd said that though, the female had already closed the short distance between them, and was now sniffing. He stood still for this inspection, it was not uncommon for tibetan mastiffs to greet each other in such manner, though much more posturing and chest bumping was usually involved. He considered doing this with the pale dobberman, but then, while her height was similar to his, he questioned whether the weight difference may just bowl her over. Khan couldn't ponder the matter further, for the female had already moved away, briefly inclined her head and was now off at a brisk pace down the sidewalk. He turned and followed at a trot to catch up, keeping pace with her a body length or so behind her stubby tail. He stared at it as they moved along the city streets, wondering why her tail was so short. Had she lost it in a fight? He'd heard it was customary of some breeds to have them purposefully removed, though he didn't know of any from his homeland.
He paused briefly at the sound of crashing glass alongside Mila, his body twitching as he almost surged forward into a run to investigate the strange noise from amongst the train cars. But he stopped himself no more than a step into the charge. This was not his territory. Truthfully, he didn't know whose territory it was - regardless it was not his place to be rushing headlong into things. The mastiff looked over to the doberman, he would follow her lead, she had a strong air about her, he was confident she knew the proper path to follow.

Mila glanced briefly at the mastiff as he seemed to charge forward, but held himself back. Smart dog. Mila lapped over her canines and moved out towards the train. Her eyes peered inside, nose twitching, taking deep breaths. Sweet. She smelled something sweet for sure, but on the other hand, she smelled something revolting. Fonga. Ugh. She knew Fonga meant sewers, but did they really have to live like rats? The Doberman growled and entered the train with no hesitation. This was neutral ground, and she could honestly do nothing, but her natural guarding instincts told her to press through and keep moving. Shiny, white claws clicked against the hard floors, her eyes coming upon a fluffy shepherd, and then narrowing. She looked, furrowed brows, at the shepherd, digging happily into a jar of jam. Mila sat quietly, sitting up straight, waiting for this dog to finish.

TL;DR
Khan meets Mila.
Mila thinks Khan's but smells minty fresh.
They go running across the city.
Rainbows.
The end.

Mila belongs to
Khan is mine