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@Moonie
Connlaothian summers were as unforgiving as the winters. Heat stuck his body to the ground, swelling skin around his collar, in which he itched at the trickling, tickling sweat that continued to roll down from his skin. His black hair was plastered, even the thicker hair on his arms, matting it down and making it seem he had been out for a swim. And even though it was night, he could just feel how red and hot his flesh was, lips curling in a growl as he shook his head, sweat swinging off the dampened ends as he stood up, pacing around not unlike a dog and punching the side of his cage.
The humidity was making him go made, and he clawed maddeningly at his neck. The damn collar felt like it could choke him as he moved towards the front of his cage and slammed hands against it to gain the attention of their handler on duty- the fucking sarcastic bitch named Mellesta Tark- Who he'd come to call-
"'Lesta!" he growled, bashing flattened palms against the cage again. "Do something about this fuckin' heat, won't cha?!"
The woman had been picking at her fingernails, having already read all the books at her disposal and she was, well as bored as he- if not, also damp and irritable with all of this sweat. At first, she didn't bother to look at the dog. The damn weres kept barking all night. She would have thought the heat would have drowned them and they tried to sleep through it. But nope- damn Fluke just had to act like he was all jacked up on rabies or something.
Fluke growled, baring his perfect teeth, which seemed to flash a little sharper there at night.
"'Lesta! 'Lesta! 'Lesta!" he went on, using his heavy boots to kick the front of his cage until it eventually did irritate her and when she turned, Fluke's grin was delightfully wolfish.
Standing up from her chair, Mellesta Tark strolled on over towards the cages and stopped just a few feet away. If Fluke had his tail, he might be wagging it- but it wouldn't have been friendly.
"I think you're all doing well enough for the evening. I'm turning in for the night." And with only a flat, sarcastic smile, she turned away from the kennels and moved towards the exit. She didn't have to baby sit them every hour of the day- thank god. No, they had established a good system to keep the shifters at bay- and it was already dark. It didn't seem like any of the weres were going to change. It would have happened over an hour ago if they were planning on it. She just wished the fucking damn weres would be more receptive to their commands-
But what was she to expect? They were former criminals, except the one....
Mellesta only spared a brief look in the Bitches direction. She was aptly name, but she couldn't blame her for being that way. But had she at least acted better- her cage wouldn't have been next to Fluke, who was the fucking worst of them all. She caught sight of Fluke, just in time to watch him try to pee on her when she passed.
"Fuck you, 'Lesta!" he called after her.
Her only response was to shut the gate, and the dogs were left once again to their heat.