&would it be okay if I took your breath away?

[pandora]

DISCORDIA

Don't stop. Not now. Not ever.

Dearest Eris,
come back to me. My life has been nothing but misery without you. The loneliness is overwhelming. Even the smallest tasks like sleeping take so much energy. I miss you, dear brother. We are siblings still. We've had a connection since birth. Why were you the one to break that? Why couldn't we stay together? Didn't you know it would be easier? Couldn't you see the "no" in my eyes? the regret on my face as I stepped backwards? the terror shaking in my voice as I agreed? Oh, Eris, why did you change? Sure, we're complete opposites, but we could have made it work. You know inside the company would've made it easier. You know. I know. We know. Now come back to me. I said I'd never let you go, and I never did. I said I'd never let you fall, and I always meant it. If you didn't have a chance, then I never did. You'll always find me right here.
Love, your dearest sister Discordia.

And with that last thought, I stopped. I froze. Every muscle in my agile body stopped moving. Even my heart paused. The momentum of my previous sprint caused me to trip forwards, a full frontwards flip. I slid a foot or two on my back, skidding to a painful halt on the large pebbles. I plopped over on my back, my chest rising and falling quickly and heavily from the swift run along the lake. Breath pounded itself into my lungs, oxygen flooding my body. Defeated even from Mother Nature, I didn't move besides the involuntary breathing and beating. I just allowed the incoming tides of dawn to tickle at my white-dipped paws. My brunette eyes stayed fixed upon one log far out into the lake, towards the center. My ebony ears perked at a bird tweeting in the distance. Besides those few movements, I was still. I was painfully still. My muscles hurt. I needed to move them, but the energy was leaking from my body, along with my consciousness.

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Oh! I yelped, leaping up onto all four stilts and backing away from the rising shore that startled me awake. My tawny eyes squinted in the bright sunlight for there was a lack of clouds for shade. A sigh rolled off my salmon-colored tongue, my awareness ebbing. I s'pose I fell asleep, mm? I muttered to myself, walking away from the faint waves, turning my back on the lake, and in the back of my mind, I was leaving behind my depression.

I trotted beneath a large, live oak, the shade relieving me from the intense heat of the summer. My stomach growled slightly, and I realized I hadn't eaten in a day or two. My small eyes darted around, allowing my surroundings to soak in, supporting my cognitive maps. I could go attempt for a shallow-swimming fish. Or scavenge for one that swam too far. Or search for crustaceans. Or go for a lizard. Or even try for a bird, although that was a bit too far fetched. The choice I fancied the most was a live fish, probably because I was also looking for another place to cool off.

Satisfied with my choice, I jogged towards the waves I had just ran from, my tongue lolling about between two parted jowls and a pant. The water was, obviously, cooler than the open sun, and it soothed the tiny cuts I had just now found upon my forelegs. From what, I wasn't sure. The water rose up to my deep but narrow chest, the small waves lapping up at me. With my muzzle directly perpendicular to the water and my nose barely above the surface, I watched and waited for an innocent aquatic meal to swim by.

It took a good amount of time, but I finally managed to see a few glide by my stalks. My neck tensed up, prepared to spring for the next victim. And it just so happened to be a large one. All my strength was in my neck as I jolted forward, my lips curled around bared canines. The water impacted with my face, slowing me down just a bit. I snapped my jaws closed, and felt the fat fish between my chops. Adrenaline was now pumping throughout my body, I was happier than ever. Patience was truly a virtue.

The damn thing put up a fight, but I was too proud (and too hungry) to let it go. I turned around and began walking towards my tree again. Hm, my tree. It was odd to think such a thing, for I never felt like I owned any territory besides now. No matter. Once I was confident enough, I slung the fish onto the dry land, boasting to absolutely no one about my catch. I flipped and flopped madly, so I hurried to finish the kill. It took one crunch with my powerful jaws to crush the poor creature's skull.

I laid beneath the oak, munching upon my fat fish and feeling optimistic about life. I could live out here forever. Once there was nothing left but an organ, bone, and cartilage, I allowed myself to nap again in the shade.

Words: 895.
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Intended for: Anyone willing to post with Discordia. (:

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[isilzheha]

Isil.Zheha

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I want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight, soft breasts, beating heart, As I whisper in your ear..."I wanna f*cking tear you apart."

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.x. The wilderness. The call of the wild had once again posted its claim on my heart and soul. I walked slowly through the trees, enjoying the quietness not tainted by human sounds. Their humming voices and dirty faces. Their cursed hands reaching out and trying to pet you. Made you just want to rip their hand off. I involuntarily snarled to myself at the mere thought of the two-legged beasts. Oh how I disliked them so. They took away from me my natural born freedom. Stick me in a cage, eh? Have me boarded up behind walls in some human home, eh?! I think not. I shook my crania, flicking my tail. I gazed about with my dark brown hues, scanning the terrain. I could smell the scent of the the lake wafting into my nostrils. I turned my head to the source, peering through a handful of trees. I trotted forth, my large, muscled bodice slipping forth with a grace one of my species could only have. My kind wad built for uneven terrain. I scanned the surfaces of the water, flicking an ear and listening. I didn't just listen...but I listened. It was then that I heard the urgent poundings of paws against the ground, coming from the right. I turned and gazed along the shore of the lake as a mutt was running along it. It was a she-dog, and as she advanced closer to me I could see she was a Border Collie. Well, she looked like one, anyway. Couldn't tell what she was mixed with, but that was the least of my concerns. She seemed to freeze, her running rhythm cut off as she tripped and began to fall. The corner of my black lips twitched in slight amusement as she fell and didn't seem to want to get back up. I tilted my head slightly, watching the femora simply lie there in the desolate silence. I turned, and trotted back into the dense trees. I flicked my tail, seeming to dismiss the femora as just another disturbance to the wilderness. This was where I was born. Well, not exactly, but in the silence of the forests, underneath the dense canopies. With that wretched brother of mine and stupid sister. Oh how she could be so unintelligent. I stopped, side pressed against the bark of a tree trunk, the thought stopping me. Then again, I had tried to straighten her out, and my brother, but they both ended up running away. Like the cowards they were.

.x. I left because it wasn't my way or will to be holed up in a house, only let out when the humans deemed fit. I wasn't a pet, and surely I was no captive. I was a free animal, born wild. I shook my head. Why didn't the humans see that? I flicked an ear, listening as the waters to my back began to churn, a light wind pulling them up over the pebbles and stones. I lowered my head and traversed by my lonesom, trying to catch any scent of meat. I wasn't hungry, no, but it's not too bad to keep content. I raised my head, and decided to go back and see what the she-dog was up to now. I hadn't seen another in some time. Then again, that was by my choosing. I wasn't one to go out of my way to find another dog. I watched with unblinking brown hues as the water rose, and the femora jerked up to her paws and scrambled away. 'Oh!' She yelped, wincing against the sun's rays. I quirked a brow and watched her mumble to herself. Really, these dogs were just too human-happy. They didn't know the comfort of being in the wilderness. Though they are forced to live as strays, they always longed for that human hand to reach out and stroke the base of their ears. The simple thought made me sick to my stomach. I flicked my tail. That was just about the only thing I did with it. I didn't wag my tail, and I certainly didn't bark. These thoughts clouded my mind as I came back from them, watching as the Border Collie mix pranced to an oak's shade, gazing longingly over the waters. I blinked, and in that instant she was up and jogging back to the lake. My maw parted slightly, but I merely watched on. This wasn't at all as entertaining as I expected it to be. All she did from this point on was go fishing, snapping her jowls into the water. Oh what fun to watch a mutt fishing, hm? No, I'd think not. So there I stood, watching this unbelievably boring femora take her fish and eat it underneath the shade of the oak. I sighed. It's not like she was trying to entertain anyone, anyways. She didn't even know I was here, by the way she continued to carry on her ways.

.x. Ghosts in the circuit, dismembering the technology of the mind. The endless void of my thinkbox was definite and prominent, and I did nothing to fill that void. What to do but bloody my own paws and play my twisted mind games? I flicked my auds, letting them slide to the side. I began to pace uneasily, watching as the fish was devoured, and the femora closed her eyes to nap. I stopped, watching her. What was I doing here? Making up for time lost, wasted away in that wretched little home? Passing time as I awaited some stupid brute to come along and get cocky with me? Whatever it was, it was making me trot forth silently, head lowered slightly as I advanced upon the femora. I flattened my ears, perturbed at the mere idea of hearing any voice in conversation. I straightened as much as I could, still wondering why I was even here. Why I was even bothering with this wench. This stray mutt. I stopped a few feet from her, letting my body weight settle against my scarred haunches. My thick pelt swayed gently in the breeze, silently. I was upwind, so she wouldn't smell me. I was virtually invisible until she opened her eyes. I wondered what she was feeling...eyes on here? Piercing, hate-filled brown eyes watching her in contempt? Probably. That wasn't my call to make, anyhow. I remained as I was, giving her a black, sideways look. I could just leave. Pretend I never saw her lying beneath the oak's shade. Why didn't I leave? That, however, was my call to make...and yet I didn't make it. I flicked my ears and listened to the distant songs of the avian creatures fluttering about. I listened to the lake shift, the waters giving off a soft wet sound as it dribbled across the rocks. Nature readied its course, and still I was sitting there, watching the mutt sleep. What had I stooped to? Maybe I was to find out.

.x. I lifted my head, eyeing the femora as she napped in her light sleep. My deep, smooth vocals echoed out, dripping poison,"Am I to let sleeping dogs lie, or torment them in their dreams until they awaken, laden with sweat...screaming bloody murder as they are devoured by the beasts of the night?" Ah, riddles. My most favorite thing. Mind games were my strong suit, and indeed I did enjoy them. I flicked my tail and sat back, always prepared if she were to leap up suddenly and try and rip my throat out. Just because she seemed a bit uppity earlier didn't mean she wouldn't attempt to tear out my throat now. I merely watched her, sleeping, awaiting her awakening. My ears swiveled to the side, eyes blank. What would her reaction be?

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Muse;; Same old, same old.
Thoughts;; Posted. Whew. Finally done. D: Sorry for the rambling and suckyness. I'll try bettah next time. ;]
Word Count;; 1,334
Demon;; Isilzheha

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