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Post by ` EMBERS on Mar 29, 2010 16:30:24 GMT -5
 I never liked water much. Not really.
Moist ground succumbed to the prod of my heels, moss ridden with damp lake water encompassing my paw in a drafty puddle. Shaking it off vainly, I toddled quietly over hoary debris, white and wasted, lying in the dips of the land. Autumn had left the region surrounding the large, ovular lake soggy and tarnished with the repugnance of waste. I bid myself not to look too closely, rather, look out over the distant landscape, where the colors fused into off white shade, and shapes fogged like breath on a windowpane. The fringes of mountain tops breached the interface of my line of sight, and in my strain to sharpen the spectacle, found myself stumbling over a milk crate half submerged in the erratic patches of sodden and then desiccated earth.
Flicker and I had indeed slogged our way through the industrious Desta City with diligent endeavor. Our jubilant achievements in our small social world had illuminated the path before us, and we had come home to the rural district of the county without incident. Rather than returning to the wood in which we had met, the desire to seek out a new exploit to remember was too great to ignore; our varied routine kept us on our toes, more so Flicker, who had previously seemed to enjoy discerning the mysteries of the countryside. I, however, grew slightly irritable at the inconsistencies that did not exist within the city limits, but whole heartedly attempted to enjoy the venturing for the sake of my companion.
We traveled at relatively the same pace. At least, I hastened and delayed my gait as she did. Restored energy had birthed itself from our last meal upon exiting the boundaries of the urban metropolis when we came upon a slight burrow of rabbits, however meager. I traveled under the assumption we would be sustained for the coming day, still skeptical as to whether the prey would suffice for Flicker. I tossed her a fraught glance, scanning her tentatively. “Do you like the lake?” I asked her quietly, nodding toward the pooling water beating decisively against the rubble. I let a brief smile fall from my mouth and crack against the dirt.
puppet. RIVALRY
word count. THREE-HUNDRED&SEVENTY-THREE
muse. SEVEN-OUT-OF-TEN
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Post by MENTAL on Mar 30, 2010 16:57:40 GMT -5
{ Flicker } Every time our eyes meet this feeling inside me is almost more than I can take. Baby when you touch me I can feel how much you love me. -picture absent for the moment- And it just blows me away. I've never been this close to anyone or anything.[/center]
I was sticking close to Rivalry's side, he made me feel safer and I knew that if he was calm then everything was fine and I could remain content with our travels. I knew that he would be the first to notice if there was danger, he'd hear it before I'd even begin to notice it. The moisture in the earth came to the surface each time I put weight on a paw placed on the ground beneath me and in several places the moisture came up above my paws where the earth couldn't support the weight and squashed down more than other parts. My paws were already wet but I didn't mind it, it wasn't anything to worry myself over too much. Instead I just enjoyed the wondrous natural view and chose to ignore all the filth that the humans had caused. I was starting to learn that the humans weren't as I'd thought they were, they weren't just the kind affectionate creatures I had thought they were. They were harsh and cruel and caused pain and ruined the beauty of the world with their disgusting habits of leaving trash everywhere.
When I noticed Rivalry turning his attention to me again I looked at him with a curiously questioning look and noticed him speak and motion towards the water. I didn't even try to follow the words because I knew what he wanted to know and I stopped with a thoughtful look as I turned and took in the views again and looked at the lake and everything about it with my head cocked to the side slightly. I paused for a moment or two before nodding. I would remain optimistic and ignore those small and unimportant things that ruined the world. I'd put my attention on the good things that would overwhelm the small things easily. I moved closer to him, letting my body brush against his and pressing my head against his neck. It just made me so happy to be with him, to know that we loved each other. It made me feel somewhat giddy but I tried to stay calm and not act like an immature pup that had just been given something exciting. I didn't want to accidentally try to start a game again and end up making react the way he had in the park when we'd been in the city. He had scared me then and I didn't want it to happen again.
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Words: 428
Muse: 2/10
Lyrics: Amazed by Lonestar
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