Well, night was upon the city. It was time for Siren to go lurking, as she usually did when the stars were out to play. It was a time when most street dogs chose to come out. After all, most were driven from the streets in daylight by the traffic and dog catchers that seemed to always be oh so conveniently parked just around the corner. Yes, the streets could prove to be quite dangerous for a street dog in the day. There were other reasons, though, that Siren only chose to show herself in the night hours, however, those reasons were unknown to everyone but herself. One of the reasons that were not so secret was that Siren loved the night sky, and was particularly fascinated with the moon and its rare beauty. In fact, there had been times that as a mere pup she had wished that the sun did not exist and only the moon shown bright in the sky. However, of course as she grew she learned that it was the sun that made the moon glow so brightly, and she quit wishing.

Siren had been laying in between a hole in the wall of the warehouse for the longest time. It had been about three hours into the night until she had finally decided to get up and venture to the alleys after changing her mind about the decision she had made earlier that she would stay in that night. Her dark chocalate hued eyes darted this way and that in a quick, shifty glance as she crept from the Pericolo Gang hideout before deeming her surroundings clear. Her paws hit the ground, then, in a swift run. Ah, it felt so good just sprinting the yard between the old abandoned warehouse and the first street. It was hardly a long run, but it still felt refreshing. When her mottled nails began to click on the pavement of the sidewalk that framed the street, she slowed to a careful, slinky and nearly soundless walk. She had learned to keep quiet on this side of town. Human gangs often beat up and even shot dogs for being too noisy or startling them. When she entered the alley, she'd be safe to make as much noise as she wanted to. After all, humans usually didn't dare to go into such an alley at night.

Siren soon reached the entrance to the back alley. She stepped into it, nails clicking against the stained and dirt smudged pavement. She took a moment to survey the new graffiti on the walls that the humans had put there. She did not understand why they did it, nor did she understand what the strange patterns and lines meant, but she wasn't the type to make any sort of effort to understand the strange ways of the humans. So, she forgot about it. Looking ahead of her, she stepped with an alert but cool form, just barely showing her dominance through her posture. Sure, she liked to flaunt her title at times, but not all the time. She found it interesting to just let all of that go from time to time, and see how other dogs treated her when they didn't exactly know who she was, though there were few who didn't.

As Siren made her way through the alley, a pleasant scent met her nostrils. The smell of human food filled the alleyway. The trash cans provided her with all the food she needed to stay somewhat healthy and full, and she was due for a meal. Trotting around the corner, Siren found that one of the trash cans had been newly filled. She crept up to the shiny, tall can and took a moment to figure out how she'd knock it down. Finally, she decided she'd try to knock it down from the back. Creeping around it, Siren reared up skillfully on the back of the can and in a quick move, knocked it over. Luckily for her, the crashing sound it made was drowned out by the siren of a passing police car.

The scent became stronger as the lid was knocked off, and Siren eagerly went around the can and began picking at the leftover human food. It amazed her what they would throw away. Her nose pushed away random garbage like wrappers and old soda cans until she finally came upon a half-eaten chicken breast. Holding it down in place with one paw, she began picking at the piece of meat.

Though Siren might have looked vulnerable at the time, she was actually very alert. Her folded over ears were perked up slightly, twitching at the even slightest sound as she seemed to focus mainly on her meal. Her ivory teeth glistened in the light given off by another slowly passing police car on night patrol, the shadows shifting for a moment as if drove by. She tore away at the meat, and soon she had nearly picked it clean. She swallowed the last bit of meat off the bonde before lowering herself slightly to pick it up. With that, she turned, planning on heading back to the warehouse or perhaps to another place like the garden or beach. It was then that she picked up another scent, however. It was one of another dog that had entered the alley. She awaited the other to turn the corner, and as he did, her dark eyes scanned him in an almost scrutinizing way.

He was taller than her by a few inches, and appeared to be less scruffy than most street dogs. A rising suspicion overcame her and she decided to break a bit of the distance he had set between them. He didn't have the rediculous scent of shampoo about him like a house-pet, but boy, did this guy look like one. She quirked a tan brow as the other dog spoke, offering a greeting to her. She nodded in return, and deemed him one of her own kind. For now. Still, she eyed him with that same wary and slightly suspicious look. Finally, she decided to return her greeting. She dropped the bare bone from her mouth, placing a paw over it.

"Hey." she said quite simply, her tone seeming low and uninterested. At his question, had she been human, she would have simply shrugged. However, since she lacked the ability to do so, she simply answered again with a two word response. "Guess not." she replied. Soon realizing that he was looking for a meal, she stepped away from the cans. She, herself, wasn't exactly in the mood to fight to deprive this dog of his dinner for no reason. She wasn't feeling cruel tonight. However, she did not leave. She had questions about this dog that she wanted answers too. She had a reputation to keep up, and she would not leave any apparent house-pet wandering around the street dog territory simply because she wasn't in the mood to fight. She needed some sort of sign that this dog wasn't one of them.

Her staring continued, though she didn't make any move for him. Yet. So far, his own staring was beginning irritate her. Had she actually been convinced at that moment that he was indeed what she thought he was, she would have jumped for the mere cold look he was giving her. Even with his size, had he been a house-pet, she could have easily taken him, being one of the better fighters in the city. However, she had yet to decide just what this testy male was, and she would know. Her ears were perked still with clear alertness as he spoke. She wasn't surprised at his questions, really. However, she wasn't exactly used to that kind of treatment, being an alphaess of a gang and all. Most who knew her wouldn't even dare for fear of being jumped by the gang behind her. Now, brute was either igorant of her rank in the street dog community or he was extremely foolish and dumb. Deciding to go with the former for now, she stepped forward again, breaking even more of the distance between them. She'd reveal her title with time, and maybe even make him regret his words. For now, though, she'd just toy with him a bit, get what she wanted out of him, and answer these few questions he had asked her.

"Hardly." she replied to his second question, her tone holding a confusing mixture of both irritation and amusement. With a small smirk and quirked tan brow, she sat a few feet from him. Hearing his next statement only made her all the more amused. "Well, honey, I'd like ta see ya try." came her response. Of course, being one built for speed, if he looked ready lunge for her she could quite easily dodge and run off. She tilted her head to the side as his lip quivered, soon happily deciding that this dog was doubtlessly one of her own kind. No intelligent house dog would dare threaten to bare their teeth at any street dog in the alley. If anything, he would have kept a low profile. The confident way he walked and talked assured her that he wasn't some daring house pet, but the real deal.

"So, who 're you?" she asked, deciding she'd move on to introductions if this dog would be willing enough. Her dark eyes still stared at him, though her gaze didn't seem as scrutinizing as before. It was more accepting, now.

A small smile befell her features when she heard him blow out a huff of air, slowly calming himself. Good. So he wasn't going to try anything. Siren simply watched with dark eyes holding seemingly everlasting interest and amusement that hadn't died down in the least since she had seen him the second he turned the corner into the alley. This dog was certainly an intriguing creature. He had the outer appearance of a pampered royal, and yet he held the fighting spirit and voice of a street dog. Such a mix reminded her somewhat of herself, but even her appearance showed only the pure street-savvy mutt in her. However, if one with a very keen eye saw past all the dirt, matting and minor scratches that were often upon her, their suspicions would probably rise. After all, she would look quite similar to a purebred if it weren't for the fact she never let a human bathe her. However, this was a secret only Siren knew. Indeed, her mother had been a royal, but no one had ever guessed it, and she herself had tried very hard to forget about her unfortunate mix of blood. She had been the result of a forbidden - in most eyes - breeding between two dogs from totally different sides. It disgusted Siren, really, when she thought about it.

Siren nodded slightly when he answered with his name. When it registered, however, she looked somewhat surprised. She looked up at the other dog from where she was sitting with a quirked tan brow. What street dog in their right minds would name their pup Ceramic? Wasn't that some sort of fancy word? She had heard it used before by the humans near an old antique shop many times. The word was never used on the streets. Ceramic...some sort of expensive glass, from what she remembered. Well, it was a very strange..eh..unique name, she'd give him that much. Giving a small sigh, she decided not to ask where he had gotten such a royal-worthy name. She suspected she already knew, and she'd leave it at that. He had probably been one of the escaped house pets gone street that she had heard were slowly becoming larger in numbers on the streets.

When he asked for her own name, she decided she'd only give her name. Maybe he had heard of her? Maybe not. She'd just have to see if this tall mutt was street enough to actually pay attention to the gangs. "Siren." she said in response to his question. Her own name was street, enough. She had been named as such because she had been born just as a couple of police cars went zooming on past where her mother had been giving birth to her litter near a smaller alley.

She quirked a tan brow at his statement, though a friendly smirk rested on her features. She wanted to ask him, 'How so?', but decided to keep quiet as it seemed he hadn't finished speaking yet. He didn't seem like the kind of dog that she saw unfit to her time, so she simply let him talk. After all, she had no better place to be at that particular moment in time. And she doubted he had anywhere to be, either, by his scent. Siren knew all the territories quite well, having explored all of them as a younger dog when they were seemingly unclaimed. None of those familiar scents of the gang territories lingered on him, or at least not very strongly. She could have been mistaken, though. If he did know of her, he had been mighty brave to have bared his teeth at her.

And it seemed that he did indeed know of her, by the look of surprise that befell his features after a silent moment or two. "Heard of me?" she asked him, her small smirk growing into a larger one as her eyes drifted down the alley momentarily. Indeed, this had been an interesting encounter. However, she didn't feel the need to wait for his answer. She felt fatigue tug at all of her limbs, and she was growing weary. The Warehouse was practically screaming her name, from her little spot in the far end where she often drifted into her light sleep. Her thoughts trailed back to her box, but then snapped back to the dog in front of her. She took a couple of steps towards him, still leaving a bit of space between them before she spoke.

"Been nice talkin', but I've gotta run." she said, nodding to him once before turning and trotting down the alley. Once out of the narrow concrete path, her pace quickened into a swift but quiet run across the street. Soon, she found herself in the tallgrass yard in front of the abandoned old warehouse. The aussie female then seemed to simply disappear behind it, slipping under a small hole in the rusted wall in the back.

ooc | bleh. sorry it's so short. x.x Siren has to meet another dog in her territory, and I had to drag her out of this thread, totally museless. >.> sorry again for dragging her out of the thread just totally random like this.