Thread: The Lambs lament  (Dox and Zero)

Dox shifted the heavy set of his shoulders as he moved through the bustling crowd towards campus with a calm expression that belied his feeling of great unease. It wasn't because he was afraid of someone picking on him, as there were few that were brave enough to make the attempt due to his size, which stood a good six foot six inches and boasted a very heavily muscled body. His feeling of unease emerged from the threat of being cornered, which for him was a daily danger. The thought might have been laughable to others considering his size, but few knew the real reason why besides himself and a very select handful of people. Dox was like much of the populace in the fact that he was a type of half breed, but while there were plenty of neko's, kitsune's, and even various canine variants Which Dox took the disguise of being a type of poodle due to the droopy black ears that were totally covered in curly black hair. the danger lied with his rarity. Dox was a lamb, and fewer than barely a hundred could be counted on the continent. And worse than that, he was the fabled black lamb, which made him a target of great interest to any wolf or pack of wolfs in the region. If it weren't for his studious attempts to hide what he was, Dox would have been carted off long ago to visit the local Alpha female of the coastal pack that held sway over the college and most of the country side to the west. The one thing that kept most people away was the imposing image he usually gave off. He had learned at a very young age that people didn't bother big people... usually, and maintained a physical regime to keep his body in top condition and warded away most other males. Though he still had a problem with recruitment by coach's including football and basketball which he wanted no part, his second talent was what kept him safe from them and the only thing keeping females off of him. He had the damning ability to vanish when he wanted to, and it was hard wired into his system to the point that every bit of terrain he swept with his dark crimson eyes were taken apart for exits, places to hide, escape routes, and crowds he could slip away in. In all honesty it wasn't males that gave him the most trouble it was the fault of the fairer sex that gave him the most grief. Nothing smells or is as tasty as a lamb. He murmured agitatedly at the favored wolf pack saying, but what he truly hated was the truth of the statement. His scent, which he attempted to shower away with no fewer than three showers a day and with wearing the strongest deodorants and even subtle amounts of cologne never failed to draw the attention of others. If he failed to shower any less, his passing would turn the heads of every predatory female and male he pasted. And even though males paid him very little heed, it was the danger of a group of females cornering him that was the trouble. He couldn't do sports, or even stay outside in intense heat due to that attraction which made the blazing summer a terrible headache. Running his right hand through messy, straight black hair, Dox was not fond of being what a certain female who actually knew what he was as handsome. His only saving grace was his knowledge of the chain that led to his pursuit, and did ever thing in his power to break. If a female caught his scent, they'd always turn to look for the source. If they pegged him, they'd stare, and if they felt interest which damn them all seemed to have nothing better to do would try to get his attention. If he hadn't escaped, or if they saw him bolt and chose to follow natural instinct they'd chase so it was up to him to either vanish, or cause enough of a riot to loss them.