Log: Complete

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When; Backlog; Sunday the 6th
Rating; PG for Pet Guarding is necessary
Characters; John Constantine [silkcutremix ]. Elle Driver [venomouselle ]
Summary; No longer drunk and lonely, frustrated and slowly ebbing towards madness, Elle and Constantine have another encounter.
Log;

John was only a name of what was, the magus living as only a shadow of his former self. His snout was currently buried in the fresh corpse of a small dog yanked off a leash, red on tarnished white. Tying your dog out never was a brilliant idea, but the wolf had benefited from this moment of stupid carelessness, indifferent to whatever human feelings attached to this dead morsel traveling down his throat in ragged, bloody gulps. He had regressed so quickly, human consciousness and understanding quick to fall back into the primal needs of the beast. His concerns was now only limited to where his next meal would come from. 
 
His lungs ached and tightened and drove him mad. The reason why this was so was already alien to him. It was an irritant, a chemical addiction, he could not explain nor identify anymore. 
 
(There were times he remembered his name. A flicker and a flood of sensation, a desire to cry with unable eyes. With the gnawing of a leg, an aimless grooming tongue, a miserable howl, it was soon gone.)
 
He was comfortable in that alley, comfortable in the particled odors of piss and shit, chemicals and rot, waste and muck. He was home again, where he truly belonged.

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Elle on the other hand walked about with all of the wide eyed curiosity and interest of a child. Each and every smell had a source that her mind was working to process and reeducate her. Her first lesson was that a pleasant scent of fish and couch lint meant that there was a bite to eat on four legs. A bite in deed. Her stomach still felt empty. Something more had to be around.

She paused and momentarily lowered her head. Something new! Someone new! Cautiously, she followed the trail. Blood was in the air as well. Elle knew she wanted some.

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Constantine continued to eat, indifferent to the approaching creature. She was another thing among the hustle and bustle of the City, a thing to be ignored. Still, he was alert, aware of whatever might take interest in him. Nothing that merited his attention just yet.

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She had more tact then to just approach. Elle licked her muzzle, salivating. Yes, she needed something more to eat. Side stepping around him, she made sure that he could see her or at least recognize her presence in his peripheral vision as she came in closer. The smell was overwhelming, a soft whine escaped.

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His ears perked only momentarily, Constantine's only warning to the familiar stranger being a shuffling of the corpse under his forelegs. He could smell the gentle... "pink," a female. Despite his behaviour, it made his lupine heart bleed, the base desire to be a part of something, to be a unit of one. He could not survive out there with his other mate, he did not have the stamina or youth for it, but that was not enough to stop him from being what he was, or so he wanted to let himself be anyway. He was a creature, and a social one at that. A pack animal.
 
But he was more important.

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Elle was growing impatient with his indifference. She came even closer, approaching with him in clear sight aware that her blind side was a serious disadvantage she had to compensate for. It'd be worth the risk if this would stop the horrible emptiness in her belly that would not leave her alone. Caution remained in her actions.

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Eat now. Greeting later. The most Elle got at this point was a momentarily glance up, giving her a flash of those lost, dull eyes, blue as misery. The canine visual world was a place drenched in myopia, marked in dulled shades and colors that a human mind would have noticed no longer there. There were plenty of blues, many yellows. Greens were white. The lost vibrancy was granted by the nose, a world gained for a world lost. Constantine's nose was more interested in his off-cannibalism.

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Noted and not disapproved of, she didn't feel threatened. This being affirmed by his brief glance she chose the farthest bit of flesh away from him to take into her mouth should his mind change.

His smell, she wasn't sure how she knew he was a he, was familiar. Elle knew that the smell was never wrong. Familiarity had a thousand meanings. Right now it didn't mean trust.

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Elle found herself with another greeting then, the magus lashing out with sharp yellow teeth. This was his easy meal. Constantine knew he could not hunt as well as the other predators of the night. He would defend anything that was not drain-o soaked and stained with mold the best he could. Survival of the fittest and selfish.

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She startled and was not pleased by this. Her light tinged fur bristled as she flinched back to avoid contact of his jaws. She had her own set of teeth to show him and challenge him with.

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A challenge? Bugger off. Constantine, snarling deeply in his chest, took his half-eaten carcass and shuffled off in hopes of distancing himself from this pushy literal bitch.

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Elle didn't like this all. She paused a moment and let him drag the meal. It would appear that he either had no desire to follow through with his threat of fending her off or was being merciful. She didn't really care which. He was trying to take away what she wanted.

She strolled up to him and the carcass once more but this time not tentative or to ask. Her lips curled in a sneer of teeth. Try me.

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The nerve. Constantine growled again in his chest, bounding away wit  a few long strides from Elle. He was not a runner though. He could not completely lose the interested offender; she had more stamina than him. He worked his jaws to help himself to another thick bloody gulp for him and not her. More for him. All for him. His kill. Meal. All his.

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Running low to the ground she clenched on the back leg of the body and yanked. The limp, spread open corpse jiggled and tore open farther. If Elle was going to have to fight for more to eat, she would. It was decided at the first taste.

Her single blue eye regarded him with certainty and calculating ferocity. As a woman, she would get what she want one way or another. In this body, that much hadn't changed.

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Constantine was still a stubborn old bastard himself, teeth clamped yet working their way up so that he would have the largest portion possible. To let go was to give his kill up and lose it. He continued to growl, trying to wrestle the meat away while a foreleg pawed at her in annoyed protest.

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Elle bristled and growled warningly. She shook her head slightly. At this rate the carcass was going to be torn in two. She wanted the bigger half.

So he wasn't going to share? Fine. The flesh dropped from her mouth and she jumped at the stubborn male with comfortable agility jaw snapping.

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The carcass was indeed giving, but it ended up on the pavement in the other animal's surprise. Neverminding the teeth, Constantine ducked back down regardless of what Elle did to reclaim the meal.

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Her teeth clenched around flesh of his upper leg, close to his shoulder the rest of her weight forced him back. Anticipating that he'd try to get passed her.

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John had to let go at this point, teeth cutting through the thick layer of hair around his limb to the tender flesh. He lashed back at her, his own fangs aiming for where her ear and lightly furred face began.

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Elle glared at him as much as a single eye could. Blue, wild fury so far removed from humanity now had no concerns of following guidelines of honor. This felt wonderfully satisfying somewhere.

She could see him ready to go at her. She clamped down harder on the limb in her teeth and was forced to let go. Elle swung her head away and turned her body to catch the brunt of his teeth.

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Constantine caught a mouthful of mane hair, his own jaws searching for a flesh hold as they clamped and unclamped searchingly. His foreleg, the good foreleg, swinging out to wrap around her, to assure his hold and be on top of her.

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Elle threw her head over her shoulder, snapping at his neck as she wriggled to get him off. He was getting uncomfortably close to her blindside. At this proximity smell was triggering her thoughts. This was strangely familiar.

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John was too irritated with this silly smell nonsense, too lost in his bestial mind. He, the man, had known Zatanna longer than Elle and she had felt his teeth grind against her bones when she did not comply with his request for her to go away. He secured a stronger hold on her nape, trying to mount her in dominance.

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The indignity of all of this was tremendous. She let the flicker of memory slip away. Snarling she shook and tossed her head to loosen his grip. The meal was laying so tauntingly close by both of them. Losing meant no food, no food meant more empty stomach.

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Constantine's grip was powerful. He had not been intending to hurt her but he might as well if she was insistent on not submitting. His teeth held even firmer, fangs pressing against the skin and beginning to break it to keep himself on her back. His forelimbs wrapped around her torso, his hindlegs dancing in a silly bounce with her as she fought.

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Elle whined feeling the sting of teeth for the first time. She faltered a moment in surprise. This moment didn't last long. She renewed efforts and turned her head to snap at his side and forearm. Dropping her stance a bit lower as well feeling him shift. Just a bit more and she could get loose.

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Constantine adjusted his bite, gnawing higher towards the back of her head. She could drop lower, that was what he and all 180 pounds of him wanted. On her back.

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Rolling was her thought. Weight was a problem. Bulk was a problem. Just needed to have it work against him. Elle growled not enjoying teeth at all. She snapped at the closest dangling leg and threw her weight into the motion.

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Elle snapped at the good leg, the ex-magus shifting his weight over towards the bad one, effectively also shifting his large bulk off-balance. Still he pressed more of his weight onto her, more of his teeth into her.

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She could feel him teeter to one side and Elle quickly pushed to the opposite breaking away from beneath him, tufts of hair yanked and pulled from her. With more wriggling she pulled free completely.

That being done, she set herself in a steady stance, teeth exposed and ears back close against her head.

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John did not topple but he stumbled back, showing some uneven weight distribution as he directed gravity to strain all his other limbs but the bleeding one. He appeared to be dealing with peanut butter on the roof of his mouth as his jowls smacked and smacked to eradicate that annoying pulled hair. He eyed her intensely.

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Attack or eat. Attack or eat. The two desires were dueling. Elle would have to be patient for the time being. She still had her stubborn company to handle before dining if her efforts were successful.

He had been getting the best of her. Intolerable. Elle stalked around him, paws stepping carefully. Those teeth of his were preoccupied by a mouth full of fur momentarily. She leapt at him from the side, biting at him at the nape of his neck.

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He appeared distracted but was not going to let a hairball caught in saliva distract him. Snarling, his sticky jaws parted in greeting, anticipating her strike. He noticed the one eye. Strike on blind side.

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Elle hadn't expected him to be so quick to recover. In the process of biting his neck, she was open on her blindside. The sting of teeth surprised her. A long whine wrapped in snarling broke from her.

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Biting at the thick hair, the wolfish Constantine realized, was a pointless endevour. He was angry at this point and wanted to inflict pain. That noise warmed him with satisfaction. More.

He lunged for those thinner furred forelegs.

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He knew now she could not react fast enough while approached on her blindside. The piercing from each side around her fore leg told her that. He was not deep enough to break but Elle was worried. She could not pull away fore fear of tearing herself on his teeth. Instead she bit and snapped at his face. Whining, snarling and howling in a near tantrum Elle pawed at him.

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Whatever Elle could do, John was sure he could keep his hold until she backed off and had her whining more than snarling. His teeth squeezed just a little harder. A tiny part of him held him back from flat out breaking the limb, despite the fang grazing his muzzle red.

(A real wolf would have killed her by now.)

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There was nothing more she could do. Lose a leg and death would soon follow. Elle ducked her head, in admittance he had her. She'll give, there was no other choice. Aggression fell away from her.

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John did not release, but he did not bite any harder. His blue eyes, his intact pair, tried to meet her single one. Eye contact. Kill was his. She could have what was left, if there was something left.

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Elle's body sank under her, crouched but not to attack. She still was angry but had to agree. She would wait and take what was given. The growl of her stomach matched in a soft low whine.

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The beast was satisfied in this, but the tiny little spark of recognition was not.

(Are you fucking up again? More blood from your friends you spilt yourself? You stupid, callous wanker.)

He released her and slowly lapped at the wound he inflicted instead.

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She flinched, expecting to be bitten again. The oddly soothing slide of tongue on her was not something she expected. Elle remained still. He was being more than generous, she was obligated to be grateful. In turn she leaned over to lick at her own handiwork.

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A distant memory with another bitch, another set of teeth. She would topple him over and clamp his muzzle down, a wild, worn goddess ran by ancient law older than that of man's. Survival of the fittest indeed, but a wolf survived better in even a pair than alone. He kept himself higher than her, but he still played benevolent alpha.

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More smell, more flickers in her mind. Another, older and kind to her. This meant safety, being provided for. This was not the same, Elle couldn't figure why. It was too complicated to pursue in thought.

She was hungry and tired, if he wasn't going to hurt her more then this would not be a total loss. The time of fighting was over. Another day perhaps. Then he would know.

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Food came first, but Constantine needed to completely assert himself. He enclosed his jaws around Elle's muzzle, stepping completely over her, paws pinned near her sides, above her. He held his tail and ears high.

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Elle growled in displeasure. She was completely tense beneath him. She'd give but she would not like it. She panted and fought to restrain herself from lashing.

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Benevolent for only a moment. Maybe John was still a bastard as a wolf too; he tended to her and then he tested her, sniffing along her face and neck, chest and belly. He seemed interested in the genital region and then the tail. Sniff sniff. Told everything about her, everything that the wolf wanted to know.

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She attempted to step away from this attention now. Elle could only play nice for so long. Her ears shifted back close to her head and lips curled slightly. Enough.

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Oh no. There would not be enough until Constantine had said so. His teeth went around Elle's muzzle again for this little nugget of backtalk.

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Scratches be damned, she was being nice wasn't she? Elle shook her head trying to get free.

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The cupping of teeth became a firm squeeze, fangs.

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That stopped her instantly. Growling remained but very low, perhaps at herself.

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Another brief squeeze, as if Constantine were reprimanding a child. No growling. Not a grumble...

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She panted, catching his drift and on the verge of whining. Already new at the game, she knew she didn't like the sound of her own whine.

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Elle had brought it upon herself: She allowed herself to be placed under Constantine's "finger." She would remain there for as long as Constantine's instinct dictated so, an indefinite time.

Slowly he released.

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The moment he released her she distanced herself from him. Anger, hunger and hurt were not making it a very good day. Like it or not his part, she'd show displeasure feet away. Kind maybe, but not that kind.

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Constantine still maintained that alpha confidence. He retreated back over to his prize, tail high, and ate, his fill earned.

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Elle waited, sitting hoping that what he left would be worth her humiliation and submission. Something had to stop the hunger.

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Her wait had left her the bones and gristle and very little left of the organ meat, if any at all. Whatever was of nutritional value, the liver in particular, had been eaten without a trace to spare. There was fur and what was within the marrow. Constantine had withdrawn then, distancing himself from her but not quite leaving, not just yet.

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His remaining presence had her on her toes. Elle walked carefully over to the sprawled remains. It was more than a cat, it would do. She chose a place to dine where she could see him.

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Constantine had watched her intently from his place. Best not to disturb a bitch from his offering, his scraps.

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The scraps did not last long at all. Not for Elle and her sickness emptied body. She chewed a bit on gristle if only for taste. At least it was something else in her. She paused to lick the remains from her muzzle and noted that he was still there. Her pale eye regarded him carefully.

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That was when Constantine had simply turned around and walked away without so much as a grunt -- a behavior shared between the two shapes. She could follow, she could not. No skin off the moist leather of his nose there, as much as his heart bled for the company of a pack, in one other or six.

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Tentatively, as though unsure herself, Elle took a few strides closer to him. More food would be where he would be? That was not a promise that was for certain.

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If only Constantine were sure of that fact himself. He traveled onward, accepting of her company at least for the time being. If she were to prove herself, she would have the strength to follow him. She was younger than him, after all.

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She went as far as to walk along side him a few feet away. Her stride paused completely as she growled turning in a direction behind them.

He was there, somewhere. A place she couldn't see but she could smell. He was the one scaring away all of the food, Elle was certain of it.

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Constantine's nostrils quivered, also detecting that strange scent of something else. Not wolf. Not four-legs. Dangerous. Needed to stay hidden. Away.

The ex-magus bolted.

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Elle too broke into a run in the opposite direction. Why? Why did this one have to come after her? If she knew she would not be able to understand, not as she was. The forest was open to her up ahead, surely hiding there would stop this pale shadow that walked on two legs.

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The shadow can pursue her then. She can run to the green embrace of the forest, white in lupine eyes, but Constantine would remain in the City, where he was at home. Among the filth and shit, that was where he still belonged, always.