Blue-eyed D a m s e l in {DISTRESS};; CHIxNAOKI

[.Dobie.]

Took me down to the river

So, I could drown, drown, drown...

Muscles ached with every step. Every step left a bloody paw print in it's path. Beige paws stepped forward warily, thudding onto the ground with every step. Hazy blue eyes stared blankly in front of the mongrel. A shiny black nose twitched at the salty tang of blood in the air. A breeze fluttered through the streets. The ginger she-dog shuddered in the cold. Legs raked with shivers, refusing to buckle. Hesitantly, the dog slipped into an alley, free of dogs, and free of a breeze.. Somewhat. The ragged ginger mutt curled into a corner, her body shrinking against the cold concrete underneath her.

Chi blinked. She was doomed. There was no way to argue it, even the optimists couldn't argue. Winter was only just beginning, and yet prey was harder to catch, reducing her to digging in the trash. As much as humans ate, they left very little. You had to travel quite far to find food that a dog hadn't already gotten. Resulting in her bloody paws; Dogs weren't meant to walk the streets, running on concrete, chased off by humans. The blood trail is going to attract attention, she thought grimly. She turned her paw over on it's side, examining her paws. She ran a pink tongue over the it. She flinched at the burning sensation. She tried to ignore the hollow feeling of hunger in her stomach. She needed to get moving yet again, or a dog would follow the scarlet trail of blood.

She uttered a soft, long sigh. The only thing she didn't know is, was a dog looking for a wounded canine to put out of their misery or just one concerned. She really didn't care. Either way she didn't want to see them. She had never liked dogs anyways. Could anyone blame her much, from her past? Due to her story, dogs weren't worthy of her time. They were traitors. She wasn't a princess needing saved, she was more then that. She had backbone, unlike some dogs on the street. Even if she was emotionally broken, she wasn't the only one, right?

Even if someone, a foolish dog, dared to try to fix her, she'd be like a mirror. Fixed, perhaps, but you'd still see the crack. Yes.. A crack in the middle of a mirror is bright as day, it was no different for her. Her mind reeling, Chi listened to the nagging of needing to get up and leave. She simply laid there, ignoring the feeling. As she had thought many times over; it'd be easy to end her life. Why not now? Why not before she starved? She had never been one to use force anyways, and you needed that in the Winter on the streets. She had been one to rather avoid dogs anyways.

Absent mindedly, she wondered what it would be like to be a pet. Her lips curled in a snarl at her own train of thought. What has gotten into her? She may get low and pathetic, but she'd never reduce to a pet. A human could not be trusted. Simple as that. They were a nuisance. They had no purpose on the Earth All they had accomplished was that they were ruining it. As if she had spoken a command, a car drove by the entrance of the alley. She snapped her teeth at it, but made no more recognition to the human automobile.

Chi clinched her white fangs, baring them in a silent snarl, preparing for the pain she'd know that would flare. Eyes seemed to blaze in a blue fire of determination. She heaved herself to her paws, ignoring the blazing, burning pain in her raw paws. She walked forward. After a few unsteady steps, her feet gave way, sending her crashing to the ground. Grimacing, all sign of determination and spirit left the female. She curled up on herself helplessly. She let her heavy, tired lids droop, closing out the world with sight.

She wondered why she was suddenly giving up. She had always been a strong spirit, even if she had her moments of shattered emotion, well, she got her name somewhere right? Shattered, Fallen, Chi, she was.. changed her name three times. She silently pondered if other dogs felt like this. She curled her lip. "No," she answered a loud, her harsh, venomous musical voice rippled deadly off the concrete. Somewhere inside her, the truth piped up, ..Yes, they do! She just didn't take the time to find these dogs. Did she care though? No. Why should she anyways? She was selfish, of course. She cared little of other dogs, their stories, their opinions.

She uncurled, restless. Why was it she was so exhausted yet, she could not sleep? Rest she may, but it did little good. She lifted her gaze from the ground. Her eyes momentarily brightened at the sight of a tipped over trash can. She lifted her nose in the air, feeling her small flicker of hope smother. Empty. She was surprised she missed sight of the trash can in the first place. It didn't surprise her it was empty, either. It was on the ground, after all. All well, she'd find something later.. if something didn't find her and decide to do a.. 'good deed' as she had put it earlier.

If someone felt the urge to do so, more power to them. She wouldn't complain. She wasn't getting her hopes up, but if she knew anything, a dog would follow the trail. It was dogs' nature. All the more reason to get the hell out of here. She placed her paws firmly on the ground. She leaned forward, ready to try to walk again. A soft whimper of pain escaped her clenched teeth. She leaned her weight back onto the ground.

With a sigh, she laid down evenly on the ground. There wasn't much to do, she had no where to go. Not as if she could go anywhere.. Her lip twitched in self-disgust. She ran her tongue over her swollen, raw paws. Her soft pink tongue reddened with her own crimson blood. Wincing from the taste of the metallic, salty blood, she laid her head down on the dirt alley floor.

Her eyelids drooped forward once more. If she slept, would a dog leave for alone? Perhaps. Waking a sleeping dog on purpose wasn't something to do on the streets. It isn't wise, for you know not of how the dog would react. A foolish puppy mistake any dog could make. But did she want to sleep? Not one bit. The horrors of her past were to much, reliving the times in her nightmares. Even if she didn't want to sleep, the mind and body betrayed each other every now and again, and one must sleep..

She drifted in and out of a slumber. Was it wise to sleep in an empty alley way? Probably not. Did she care? Not really, she was too tired, she would have left if she could have by now. She lifted her head, eyes glazed over. She looked around, as if determined to make sure no one was around before she made a move or relaxed.

But one's eye lids could only keep them in the dark for only so long. She curled her tail to her side, laying there as if she was dead, a mere corpse soiling the cement.

Looking up trough the water..

I kept sinking down, down, down

Words; 1,263
Puppet; Chi
Tagged; Panic's Naoki.
Tune; "Goin' Down" by Three Days Grace
Notes; Longest. Post. Ever. FWEEE.
You don't have to make a post this long, so don't feel pressured. I was just really bored. xDD

[Panic.Rose]

Maybe I'm your Mr.Right

Baby,

Maybe I'm the Wrong You Like.

Maybe I'm a shot in the dark
And you're the morning light

The cold stirred in wisps of ice-laced air, the cold freezing the ground below my feet, freezing my feet along with it. That was really where i felt the bitterness of winter, deep down in my feet. Even so, I would not let my only mode of transportation break down. Like the Postal Service, no sort of weather can ever stop me. Think of this, though. The on way to keep warm when your lot in life is like mine is to keep moving. Slowing down means death for some. Silly as it may sound to some, but despite being dealt a bad hand in life, I don't want to loose my lease on existing yet.

Believe it or not, I do actually have something to lose.

Those who have nothing really have everything in this world. Turn the Kaleidoscope around a few times and you'll see just how right I am. The wind picked up, howling like a dog trapped in the deepest pits of Hades, kicking u had no way of knowing whether a new onslaught of the white stuff was upon this poor town or not. Despite being the brave heart I am, the cold still affects me. I slipped quickly into the nearly-abandoned system of alleyways and back roads that make up the stray dog's highway, and made my way along, glad for the buildings that formed a buffer, a wall between me and the miserable weather. Not much could be done to stop the snow, but I could always try and find someone to keep warm with.

From what I can recall, I have few friends in the word, but I can always hope for a friendly face. Something stopped me in my tracks after what felt like a millenia of miles. I looked down at the snow-speckled asphalt of the alleyway, brow wrinkling as I leaned down for a better look at the red-brown trail at my feet.

Blood.

Not caring what the source was, I followed it, nose hugging the ground as I shuffled, concern prominent on my face. I will admit I have moments of extreme empathy and right now was a perfect case of that quality. Somewhere in the maze, someone was wounded. It was probably another case of cracked paw-pads. The cold did that kind of thing to a dog, except those made for snowy climates, and this probably wouldn't be the last time someone bled.

It sure as hell wasn't the first.

Nearing the source, I faintly recognized the red-furred coat of a female I hadn't seen for a few months. Unafraid, I move, d closet to her prone form. I remembered her clearly, even though our time together had been fleeting. I edged up beside her, and still standing, nudged her side with my nose.

"Wake up, sleepy eyes. You're all covered in the fluffy white stuff."

That didn't work and I nudged her a little harder, trying to emphasize my point. This wasn't a good place to take a nap in, no matter how well-deserved it was. Too open, the snow had covered her fire-colored fur in a tint of white, making her appear almost cream. Her name escaped me for a few moments and I was glad she wasn't awake yet, so she wouldn't have to see me stumble.

"Chi." I spoke, clear as I could without being loud (I was right beside her ear, by the way). 'Chi, darling. Time to wake up and move along." I gave up on waking her up that way and walked to her front, snow blanketing my own flame-colored pelt. I plopped my bum down and waited, pausing to clean my own sort feet, hoping the warmth of my tongue would warm them up. Finished with that task, and disappointed that Chi had yet to rise, I lowered myself down to the ground and placed my head in my paws.

Feeling like a creeper, I stood up and paced around her, as if daring possible attackers to come near. During this time of year, those who prayed on the weak were more common than snowflakes. Since the last time I'd seen Chi, I'd earned a scar or two. Some dogs needed to learn the oh-so-important concept of respect, and I, surprisingly, was a strict teacher. My pacing felt as if it could wear a trench in the ground. I knew, sadly, that wasn't truly possible.

I could always dream of digging so deep I hit the center of the world, so that I'd never be cold ever again. Then again...

I'd probably light up faster than a nitroglycerin-soaked Roman Candle in a meteor shower. And that, my friends, is pretty damn fast.

Maybe this is sad but true

Baby, maybe you've got nothing to lose
You could be the best of me

When I'm the worst for you

Puppet: Naoki
Audience: Chi
Music: Mr. Right- A Rocket To The Moon
Word Count: 958
Muse: Excellent.
Anything else?: THE MUSE! IT LIVES!

[.Dobie.]

Close your eyes and make believe

This is where you want to be

I felt myself slip off into darkness. I felt fear and panic consume me as images unfolded in front of my eyes. I wanted to get away so bad, but it was to late. I was already watching the scene once more. I pressed against the alley wall, watching the two brutes fall upon each other in hate, defense, and fury. I could do nothing. I was frozen stiff with fear. Yelps and snarls filled the air, and I wanted it all over. I subconsciously knew what would happen, but that made it no easier to get away from.

My yelps fell upon deaf ears. I wanted so bad to break up the battle between father and son. But, I could do nothing. I was merely a bystander watching. My stomach clenched as blood splattered the alley way. My jaws parted in a silent wail. I watched in horror as the crimson metallic liquid lapped at my paws. As if the pool was trying to drag me down. I reared on my back paws, shaking my head. I choked against the sharp scent of blood. Suffocating me.

I dropped back down to all four paws, my spine stiff with the fear around me. I turned my gaze to the two dogs. One black, one red, very alike in build. Both fighting for their lives. But one, Akatora, what did he have to loose? What did he have to gain in this fight? His reputation of a murderer. The black one, Seven, my brother, what'd be have to loose? Everything. What would he gain? His life. The life Zero gave up for her pups.

I suddenly felt a nose nudge me, causing me to flinch away with a small whimper in my sleep. I looked around in confusion in my dream, trying to find the source of the poke in my side. Akatora and Seven were on the other side of the alley, their mingled blood in front of me, their battling shadows laying across of me. What did that leave to poke me? I felt the subconscious thoughts float in my brain, but I was to busy watching Seven and Akatora.

"Wake up, sleepy eyes. You're all covered in the fluffy white stuff."

The images broke up before me. I stared in confusion. I heard the soft spoken words, but it seemed to have morphed within my dreams, intertwining with it. It confused me greatly. This was new, but the dream was not. Not that I could control what happens anyways. I just merely watched, even if I did try to stop what happened, it would do no good. A bark of surprise and mingled fear escaped me as something nudged my side again, harder.

"Chi. Chi, darling. Time to wake up and move along."

My ear twitched in my sleep. It confused thyself even greater. I heard the words, and I knew that voice well. Even if I heard them for a short time. I turned my attention to my brother, but the fast moving images before me were fading. With them gone, I was allowed my senses. I was aware of the cold blanket weighing down my fur. I was aware of the numb sensation in my paws. But more than anything, I was aware of the feeling of another dog near by.

I felt the cold concrete beneath my paws. I was yet, unready to open my blue eyes. I couldn't drift into sleep again, I knew that much. But I was still greatly concerned of who was before me. I could hear them standing. I wanted to open my eyes, and see if they were leaving, but I could hear the soft crunch of snow as they circled me. I focused on the scent, seeing if I could remember that way.

My eyes snapped open in realization. Naoki! I sat up quickly, letting the snow slide off my back in the process. I shuddered, not from the cold, but I wasn't sure if it was because of the dog before me, or the after fact of my dream.. It was hard to say. If I couldn't explain it, at least it got rid of the rest of the snow. Or most of it. I gazed at him warily. What was he doing here? What was I supposed to say? Even worst, how was I supposed to feel?

Should I feel Awkward? I was in his eyesight once more. Not the best of my times either. I was weak, worn, and.. emotionally broken, yet again. I knew I looked worse than last time. I had gained myself a few more scars, my fur was ruffled as hell, and I was sure my blue eyes were as cold as the snow. Maybe I should feel Curiosity? What was he doing here?.. Wait. What was I doing here? I could ask him what 'caused him to come, but did I want to know? I could always pull my defensive card up. It was simple as pulling my lips back, baring my fangs in a snarl. Easy as it was, I couldn't bring myself to do anything of the sort to him. I probably should feel ashamed. But I knew that wasn't the emotion at the moment. He finds me at my worst state, bloody brilliant, yes? Fear? No. Nope. Just wasn't possible at this moment. I hadn't felt real fear since the night Seven died anyways. Should I be eager for something for once? I wasn't sure. But if I was feeling eager, that was new to me.

Anger? I had felt a fleeting emotion of anger, I knew that much. I just hoped he hadn't noticed. Why did I care this time? Because I wasn't positive whether it was he or myself I was frustrated with. Worry, perhaps? But, even if I felt this, worry for whom? Him or I? Or both of us, maybe? What will become of us after this meeting? What will become of this meeting at all? What will he think of this? What would he say? How would I respond after that?

Happiness? A friend. A canine that I had encountered before. But, even so, Happiness was not a feeling for me. It was foreign. It just didn't exist in this world. It was impossible. It truly was, so why did no one else realize this? Am I the only one who doesn't have happiness?

I knew how I felt. Stressed. A mixture of all, oh yes. A deadly mixture, indeed. No dog deals with stress well, nope. It isn't in canine nature to deal with stress collectively, because stress messed that up. But even if I have found my emotion, that helped very little. What the hell am I supposed to do at this point? One could sit in the awkward silence for so long.

I sat silently, my blue orbs on him. I was never one to act first anyways. I would see his reaction before I did anything. Yes, this was the simplest way to go.

Forgetting all the memories,

Try to forget love cause love's forgotten me

Words; 1,191
Puppet; Chi
Tagged; Panic's Naoki.
Tune; "Decoy" by Paramore
Notes; ..emm.. I'm beast? xD
I know, I know. Quite a fail post.

[Panic.Rose]

((Believe it or not, after writing a huge post like that, it takes a long time for my muse to pick itself up off of it's bum to get itself moving.

I think about the reply for this every day between your post and the day that I will reply. I'm writing it in my head right now, having discovered that 900-or-more word posts do not just come from winging it, which is what I did for the last one.

I'm searching Pandora for muse songs to help me up, nut Naoki's proving to be difficult to write for.

No worries, Dobie. I'll have some form of a post up by Sunday, I swear. Something you can reply to.))

[.Dobie.]

((Hrmm.. As much as I hate to say it, We based our Post on winter, and the season has changed. Perhaps we should start a different one? xD))

[Panic.Rose]

((HOLY CRAP I LIVE! Yeah..Season Changes makes for a good reason for new threads. XD))