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Chase looked towards Katya and suddenly realized that her coat wasn't mixed in. It seemed fully dalmatian. He held his head low when he finally realized it, and sighed. "Well... I guess that makes one of us..." He said, though it turned to a whisper at the end. "I'm the only mutt here, aren't I?" The question was sullen.

After a long pause, he nodded. "It's alright. I should have noticed it. It won't change anything, though." He gave a weak smile towards Katya.

Katya hesitantly touched her flank to his, hoping to comfort him. "No, it won't," she assured him. "I'm not leaving the only friendly face I've seen in months." She smiled at him, though her eyes were worried.

Chase grinned when the dalmatian reassured him. "Thanks." His grin subsided to a big smile. For the time being, he completely forgot about the rottweiler beside him. The dog had remained quiet ever since Chase pointed out he wasn't the only one who had had a rough life.

The sound of a muttering voice reminded Katya why she was having to reassure Chase in the first place, and her worry grew, fear forming on her spotted face. She found herself trembling again, which Chase could surely feel; her flank was pressed against his, after all.

Chase suddenly heard muttering out of the silence, and not only that, but felt Katya trembling beside him. "Are you alright?" He asked gently. He sniffed the air and suddenly the truck came to a stop. He was about to say something before the doors opened. Humans were there with those frightening metal loops to greet them.

Chase wouldn't have it. He leapt in front of both dogs, the dalmation and the rottweiler, and growled furiously at the humans. They seemed to back away for a moment, but when they came back, Chase snapped. "Get away!" He snarled and barked. He spat at the humans' faces, trying to get them to actually leave.

Katya would not let him face down her greatest fear alone. She pushed her way next to him, a frightened look in her brown eyes. She managed a deep growl though, her hackles raised.

Chase took notice of Katya coming up beside him by making a quick glace before turning back to the fight at hand. He snarled viciously but the loops kept coming. The humans had obviously seen much worse before. They kept advancing, and there was virtually nothing Chase could do about it.

OOC: Writer's Block D8

The loop slipped around the dalmation's neck, and she whined, the sound cut off as the pole it was attatched to was jerked roughly. Katya's brown eyes widened, and she stumbled into Chase.

Chase lifted up a leg to go and help Katya, but just as he did, he found himself pushed against one of the sides by the dalmation. She was trying to get the loop off, obviously. It was pretty much what any dog would do. But now Chase was vulnerable. He was practically cornered, and that still left a small time gap open for...

No! A silver loop was put around his neck. The human at the other hand grinned wildly and snapped Chase up onto his feet. It hurt Chase's neck badly. It felt as if someone was cutting off his air supply in milliseconds at a time. As he struggled to get the darned thing off, though, he only made it worse for himself. Not that he knew that at the moment. If he did, he probably would have stopped and thought about it. Or tried to think of a plan.

Ooc:// Should they go ahead and end up in the pound?

OOC: I don't know. I think maybe a vet should examine them first since that's usually what happens. And then maybe they're put into their cells or cages or whatever?

Ooc:// Alright. Should we skip to then?

OOC: Yeah, do whatever ya want to

Ooc:// Actually, can you start it off? I have a case of writers' block...>.>

OOC: Mmm, sure. ^^

After a tough time being examined by humans in white attire, Chase had had about enough of their whole world. He wanted to get back on the streets. Now. This was enough torture for one day, thank you. After being pricked with needles, prodded all over his body, touched and handled by man against his own will, and a hefty struggle the entire time he spent in that small white room, anyone would have wanted to escape as quick as their legs could carry them.

But Chase was muzzled since he started a fit at in the vet room, and he couldn't attempt to snap or keep away anyone. He was being pulled by a long, heavy chain tied around his neck tightly. And although he stayed as far back as possible in a mad attempt to slip it off, all it did was choke him further. It was no use. And soon he was thrown into a cell next to barking and yelling and teary eyed dogs. Chase even thought he smelled cats somewhere close by. Perhaps in another part of this wretched place.

And despite himself, Chase felt bad for every other dog except himself. He wanted the others to be free. He wanted to be free too. He felt badly for them all. And he wished that he could get out. And maybe take them with him. And it hurt him even more that he knew he was stuck here, being watched nearly once every hour by people in uniforms. Gray, disgusting uniforms. He couldn't handle it. After only a few hours, he began pacing. And pacing. And growing madder by the minute.

It came to a point where he started to gnaw at the fence like door keeping him from freedom. And when he got a grip on himself he snarled and stepped back a few paw paces. And then he remembered Katya. Where was she? He howled in a desperate try to catch her attention. "Katya! Where are you?" He called.