Was it love, really? {Lithium}

[Rambo]

[[OOC: 8 hours after you post, Lith]]

Rambo sighed and looked at Abigale, now curled up in a ball on one of the six beds located in the room. He got up and walked over to her, she was motionless except the soft rise and fall of her chest. She was unharmed, except maybe a few burns from her dress fabric. She didn't complain thought and seemed nice enough to thank Rambo as he set he down on the bed earlier. All was quiet, they must have lost the Infected in the large complex. Just in case, however, Rambo had forced a few chairs and a couch in from of the door as a way to help the defenses of the already heavy wooden locked door. It was overkill, but Rambo's nature is to be exactly that, overkill. A guardian, to take protective measures at all costs to make sure nobody he loved got hurt.

He stopped in his own train of thought...loved? Love? He looked down at Rascala. Love...did he? They had only known eachother roughly a day, maybe two by now as all of them had some sort of sleep, more or less a light doze from the constant worry of the Infected breaking in. Rambo looked out the window, which was covered in dirt and grime. Barren. He shook his head and looked back down at Rascala. She seemed perfectly comfotable under Rambo's head, probably enjoying the warmth since the room was oddly cold, even with the sun beating inside on the other side of the hotel. The sun was setting, they all needed some decent sleep, real sleep, so they may wake up and have as much energy as possible. He planned on taking Rascala's advice and possibly going for the farm tomorrow, maybe later. They were pretty much holed up in the room until the stuff was moved, the heavy stuff.

They had enough food, however, to last them all several weeks. Water as well. Non-perishables like canned food and dried foods lined the inside of the refrigerators along with untouched bottles of water and alcohol (which Rambo enjoyed once in a while to relax) so he wasn't worried about suppies at all. Plus, Rambo needed time for his wounds to heal from the spiked bat thing he was hit with. By now it had stopped bleeding and was scabbed over, but his whole side was still tender, possibly prone to infection. There was a med kit in the bathroom, though, so he wasn't in the least bit worried.

Love struck his mind again. Why did he feel like this? Why did he feel like he actually loved Rascala? They hadn't known eachother long. Sure, they had gone through a lot in that short amount of time but was it just the season or did he really feel love toward her? For a few minutes he fought with himself, growling at time and clenching his teeth nervously. It went back and forth from lust to love to actually at one point they might be related. Stupid thought. Rambo was a pure rottweiler. Impossible relation.

Rambo's mind shut down, completely went black. He didn't know what he was doing, and the only thing left running was his heart.

"I love you, Rascala"

[L I T H I U M]

Rascala had finally managed to calm down enough from their gallop there. Abigail had curled up on the couch and dozed off still and was still out completely. Rascala's ears twitched as she picked up Rambo's words. He loved me? she thought in wonder as she slowly approached him, cautiously, her head tilted slightly.

"You love me? But...why?" she choked out as she stopped in front of Rambo and planted her rump down on the ground, forelegs coming around to the front of her chest, keeping her upper body erect. Her warm brown eyes were locked on his as she waited for him to respond.

This was the first time anyone had ever said they loved her. She never really had a mate and so it was a bit of a shock to her when Rambo had said that. Still she had to admit the feeling sent warm shivers down her body, something she never thought she would be able to feel again.

Deciding to be bold, Rascala pulled herself up onto all fours and approached Rambo. She let her head worm under his throat, letting her ears fall back in a relaxed posture. She snuggled up against him and then, to her surprise, answered him back without any hesitation.

"I love you too," she whispered to him softly, letting her eyes close in bliss as she enjoyed Rambo's large warm frame. Her tail began thumping against teh ground, sweeping from side to side. Rascala felt Abigail was her 'adoptive' daughter until she had pups of her own, but that didn't mean Rascala was going to abandon Abigail either. She cared about the little girl too. She waited for Rambo to speak.

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[Rambo]

Rambo sighed and looked at Rascala. He didn't know why or even how it slipped out but, as it seemed, it was true. This was abnormal for him, as he usually had total control over his emotions but not today. It was for the best. They both needed the mutual support and both needed to feel something, a bond. Taking care of Abigale without some sort of bond would have been hard, she was like their adopted pup! Rambo felt a deep-seeded guardianship for the girl. He'd shield her from anything even if it meant his life. She was all he had left of his real life, the life he lead in his Community with all of those wonderful people. She was the last, and Rambo was greatful to any and all higher powers that at least something was left of it all.

'Pups....' Rambo looked out the window, then back at Rascala. He felt a sudden need to mate, but refused the urge. It would come with time, plus with Rambo's ferocity and fighting skills combined with Rascala's gentle nature and love would make for an impossibly perfect litter of pups. He felt gleeful at the thought of teaching them how to fight, how to track and defend themselves. How to hunt of need be. 'No, Rascala should take care of that. You almost died of starvation!' he joked with himself. "Hey Rascala. What do you think, if we ever have any, our pups would be like? Me or you?" He chuckled and licked her ear.

He already knew what he wanted, an even two/two gender ratio, preferably. Rambo sighed and stashed the fantasy. There were more important things at hand, like...Lithium. Rambo had a feeling that he could help with their dilemma of Abigale. Or did they hate humans? He couldn't remember. Maybe it was the Mafia? 'To hell with it, I'll force Lithium to help me. I can come up with some leverage, right?' he thought to himself. Rambo was a master at manipulation. Maybe he could use it on Lithium? He shook his head. 'Doubt it. He controlls a whole pack, have to be pretty smart to do that...'

Rambo sighed and pondered what his next move was.

[L I T H I U M]

Rascala chuckled too and kept her head wormed under his throat. She enjoyed staying like that and could for hours on end. She listened to him speaking and responded softly.

"I dunno. Probably a mixture," Rascala said softly and gave his neck a lick too.

The next problem was to deal with Abigail. She didn't know what to do mainly. They could stay here , but what happens if the infected start to get bolder and start moving around from place to place? No where would be safe enough for her. Rascala tore her eyes from under Rambo's throat and studied the human girl lying sound asleep on one of the beds. She didn't want anything to happen to her. She'd just found her owner and felt as though things could not get any better than what they were already.

Rascala sighed and shut her eyes again enjoying Rambo's warmth.

"The question is what should we do about Abigail?" she murmured to no one in particular but knew Rambo would respond to her no matter what. "I dont want to leave her alone. Suppose the infected decide to get bolder? There would be no place left thats safe"

She slowly pulled her head out from under Rambo's throat and studied him , waiting for him to speak again.

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[Rambo]

"I dont want to leave her alone. Suppose the infected decide to get bolder? There would be no place left thats safe." A whine escaped Rambo's mouth. He knew eventually the Infected would realize the thread all dogs posed to them. They'd want to hurt any of them in any way, and that meant Abigale had a price on her head. She was safe for now. But what about tomorrow? The next day? Next week? Nobody knew, and that terrified Rambo. He felt he was letting everyone down because he didn't know what to do. He felt weak and pathetic. The protector should always know how to defend what he was made yo defend. Give your life and more. This time it was a low, throaty growl. Pissed at himself, he glared out the window. There was nothing he could do except stay up here and hope for help. Sure Rambo could move the girls to the farm but at what cost? Too risky, too much.

"Rascala, I met the leader of the Dominix pack, Lithium. I could ask him for help? He seemed to like me...but I'm not sure if he's willing to help a human. I don't know the pack's motives and morals. If they hate Humans I'm going to have a problem." He got up and paced next to the windows, still covered in dirt and grime, making it hard to see outside. 'A big problem...' he thought. How could any dog not want the humans? Their gentle and loving nature? Their care and kindness back to this world? That would be a paradise. Plus they would need help rebuilding the city. Couldn't that happen? Probably not, not with dogs out there that want all humans dead. Never could that happen until all of them died. Preferably slowly...

Whoever the pack was that wanted all humans dead, Rambo vowed to himself to wage war against them and try to kill them off any way possible. He thought harder for a moment. Rambo's community could have been the last human outpost for thousands of miles, possibly the last humans on Earth for all he knew! This wasn't looking good for them.

Especially Abigale...